Mythological origins

"I don't know if you have any way to ascend to the upper realm?" Wei Wuya asked directly.

"If you can help, my Yanghuo Palace is willing to exchange it for a price that will absolutely satisfy you!"

He didn't want to wait for his lifespan to run out in despair like the seniors in the palace.

As long as he could ascend to the upper realm, Wei Wuya could give up everything in the Yuanyang Realm.

"There will be an opportunity in two hundred and thirty-three years." To Wei Wuya's surprise, Bai Mo directly said a very specific number, so specific that Wei Wuya didn't believe it.

"Two hundred and thirty-three years later?"

Although he was a little confused, he still wrote down the number after hearing it, and prepared to go back and investigate in detail if there was any relevant information.

The only thing that the old monster who had come to this point still cared about was the matter of ascension.

Wei Wuya didn't know why the other party could say a specific number, but he still had nearly seven hundred years of lifespan, so it wasn't that he couldn't wait.

"Can you tell me more about it? Wei will definitely reward you handsomely." Seeing that hope was just around the corner, Wei Wuya couldn't help but ask.

"That's all I have to say."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I don't know your name. Can you teach me a trick?"

The ruthless Daoists have no human feelings. If they really don't want to say something, it's useless to persuade them. They are just a piece of stone that won't change.

As for Wei Wuya's final so-called teaching, it was to confirm at which level the other party was in the transformation of the spirit.

"Bai Mo."

As soon as these two words came out, Wei Wuya felt that the world seemed to shake.

A round of white sun began to condense above Bai Mo's head.

The volume of the white light ball expanded, and the light it emitted became more and more dazzling.

Gradually, within the sky of a thousand miles, the white light ball overwhelmed the real sun, and the sunlight was eclipsed by the dazzling white light.

The dark clouds that remained after the previous rain were directly dispersed and torn apart by the endless white light.

Wei Wuya found that the white light seemed invisible, but it was actually extremely overbearing. It was as heavy as a thousand kilograms when it fell on him. He believed that if another Jindan cultivator was subjected to such pressure, he would be crushed into a meat paste in an instant.

However, he looked at the surrounding environment. The white light fell on the trees in the mountains, which was no different from ordinary sunlight. At this moment, it seemed that he was the only one being oppressed.

Wei Wuya moved his ten fingers slightly, and dozens of probing spells with different attributes flew out of his body and rushed towards the white sun.

Facing unknown moves, he first needed to collect intelligence and determine the attributes of the opponent before he could restrain himself accordingly.

"No attributes? It's just pure mana stacking?!"

The result of the test shocked Wei Wuya, because very few people in the world of cultivating immortals use pure non-attribute mana to attack. Generally, they use elemental attributes such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, or special attribute spells such as light, darkness, space, and time.

Pure non-attribute mana attack is like using a sword made of soft mud to chop people, which is extremely cost-effective.

But this round of white sun is equivalent to carrying a giant sword as big as a mountain to chop people... Even if it is made of mud, no one can resist it.

I don't know whether it is considered chopping to death or smashing to death.

Facing this pure mana confrontation, Wei Wuya can only use force to resist, but no matter how many spells he casts and how many tricks he uses to fight, the white light is still endless.

The total amount of mana of the opponent is not what a Divine Transformation cultivator can have.

Wei Wuya, who is in the middle stage of Divine Transformation, has fought with several hidden old monsters in the late stage of Divine Transformation, but it is far less painful than today's scene.

It is getting harder and harder for him to hold on in this white light. There was even a moment when Wei Wuya was hesitant whether the opponent suddenly had the intention to kill...    The ruthless guys don't need to have the intention to kill, nor do they need to have pleasure or anger.

As long as they think you are blocking the way, they will kick you away casually, that's all.

"Divine power, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!"

Faced with such a situation, Wei Wuya quickly stopped the meaningless consumption of mana, because he could not outlast the white man, and directly used his own divine power to randomly move thousands of miles away in an instant.

This magical power is the foundation of his survival. Although random teleportation is a bit tricky and the cooling period is not short, it is better in that the distance is extremely long. Even in the battle of the basic divine power, he can leave the battlefield at any time and get rid of his opponent.

"This guy, maybe he has the magic power of the Refining Void Stage... In a place like Yuanyang Realm, I am afraid there will be no opponents..."

In an instant, he came thousands of miles away. With Wei Wuya's divine perception, he can still vaguely "see" the sun transformed by Bai Mo... He left without looking back.

...

"Junior brother, are you sure that this white man is really a cultivator from the upper realm?"

In the Yanghuo Palace, the supreme elder Ji Xuande was talking to another supreme elder Wei Wuya about his previous outing.

The matter of the Divine Transformation Cultivator and the Ascension Channel was of great importance, so Ji Xuande had to confirm it again.

"Seven days ago, I fought with him once."

"What was the result?"

"I lost by one move."

"..."

After hearing this, Ji Xuande knew the opponent's strength.

Based on his understanding of this face-saving junior brother over the years, unless there was a huge gap, he would not be able to speak freely.

If the fight was back and forth, he would describe it as the enemy having only the strength to resist.

If he was suppressed, he would describe it as the two sides were evenly matched and neither could do anything to the other.

As for a move to avoid defeat...

"Is it possible that Junior Brother Wuya couldn't even block one of his moves?" Ji Xuande couldn't help but think based on Junior Brother's spring and autumn brushwork.

"If you are defeated by one move, it is also a move that is worth losing..."

In order to take care of this junior brother's face, Ji Xuande still did not say what was in his heart. The two of them had known each other for nearly a thousand years, and their personalities were extremely familiar to each other.

"The profound principles contained in this Taoist's moves far exceed those of any god-transformation monk I have ever come into contact with, and are definitely beyond the reach of monks in this world."

In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Wei Wuya continued to brag to death.

"And what do you mean by the chance of ascension after 233 years?"

Ji Xuande was too lazy to talk about combat power with this junior brother and turned the topic to more important matters.

"I don't know, he only said this time."

"I will die in about three hundred years. If it is true, then I will die on this day!"

Ji Xuande is a great monk in the late stage of becoming a god. His cultivation has been polished and perfected for a long time. However, he has been trapped in Yuanyang Realm because he has no way to ascend.

Going to the outer world would be almost impossible, and he would not choose this path until the last moment, so he stayed in Yanghuo Palace waiting for his chance to change.