After Bamboo Shoot left, Lan Xiaobu sat in the same spot for an entire day.
His thoughts wandered from whether the Cosmic Dimensional Model would bring him danger, to how he should attain the Nine-Revolutions Sage Realm, and then to thoughts of Su Qin, Luo Caixi, Zuo Wanyin…
A day later, Lan Xiaobu suddenly stood up. So what if there were countless Sages out there? He had the Cosmic Dimensional Model and had created his own Dao. Even if his Dao was still immature, who could say that the Eternal Art wouldn’t one day reach the pinnacle of eternal Sagehood?
Just because Bamboo Shoot, with the Cosmic Dimensional Model, couldn’t reach eternal Sagehood didn’t mean Lan Xiaobu couldn’t. Bamboo Shoot was indeed a primordial deity, but his limitations also stemmed from that fact.
The Eternal Realm was on the brink of a great struggle. Whether the Primordial Dao Rules had fully merged the Eternal Realm and the Great Wilderness Divine Realm or not, Lan Xiaobu wasn’t yet qualified to participate in the competition.
Now, he needed to first check whether the Primordial Dao Rules had completely merged the Great Wilderness Universe and the Eternal Realm. If not, he would immediately find a way to attain the Quasi-Sage Realm.
With this in mind, Lan Xiaobu went to find Qian Qi and handed over the control flags for the island to her. He informed her of his upcoming destination and instructed her to evacuate with the others if anything went wrong.
The island was guarded by Qian Qi and Bu Yi, two pseudo-Sages, as well as Tu Wang and Bei Ji, two Quasi-Sages. Unless a top-tier expert came, no one could threaten them.
The Reincarnation Pot sped along at its fastest pace. Three months later, Lan Xiaobu arrived at the outskirts of where the Primordial Dao Rules were located.
Before he could even get close to the Primordial Dao Rules, Lan Xiaobu felt a sense of unease. A faint aura of danger reached him.
Lan Xiaobu immediately realized that not only were there people guarding the area, but they weren’t from just one faction.
It was clear that these people were waiting for him to return so they could capture him. Despite the surge in fortune in the Eternal Realm, the clarity of the heavenly laws, and the refinement of the realm, these were all processes that would take time. Capturing Lan Xiaobu, however, was a different story. He had a treasure trove of valuable items. Capturing him would allow them to seize these treasures and, in such a fortune-rich environment, rapidly increase their strength.
After sensing the danger, Lan Xiaobu didn’t hesitate to turn back. At this point, he was certain that the Primordial Dao Rules hadn’t fully merged the Great Wilderness Divine Realm and the Eternal Realm. Otherwise, these people wouldn’t be lying in wait here; they would have already gone to the Great Wilderness Divine Realm.
Taking a deep breath of the rich spiritual energy and feeling the clarity of the heavenly laws, Lan Xiaobu decided to first attain the Quasi-Sage Realm and then find a way to reach the First-Revolutions Sage Realm. Once he became a First-Revolutions Sage, he would return and eliminate everyone lying in ambush here.
Lan Xiaobu sighed. Perhaps this was why so many Sages preferred to attain Sagehood through karma. Slaughtering others to accumulate karma and attain Sagehood seemed like a ridiculous notion. But perhaps, under the Heavenly Dao, everything that existed was justified.
Looking at the vast, surging waves of fortune, Lan Xiaobu suddenly felt an impulse. One day, could he control the rules of the Heavenly Dao and establish a path of righteousness?
“Which sect do you belong to?” A gentle voice interrupted Lan Xiaobu’s thoughts.
Startled, Lan Xiaobu turned around and saw a fat man. The man looked as if he could drop dead at any moment.
His cultivation level didn’t seem high, appearing to be only at the World God Realm…
Wait, no. Lan Xiaobu immediately had the Cosmic Dimensional Model construct the man’s dimensional structure. He faintly sensed that this man’s Dao aura wasn’t that of a World God.
“Why aren’t you answering me?” The voice remained warm and kind, like an elder showing concern for a junior.
“I am from the Eternal Sage Sect,” Lan Xiaobu replied, as if suddenly snapping out of a daze, his tone respectful.
But inwardly, he was shocked. This guy was hiding his cultivation level—a pseudo-Sage disguising himself as a World God. How shameless.
“What are you doing here?” The fat man’s voice grew even gentler, but Lan Xiaobu sensed something sinister.
A feeling of danger rose in his heart, and Lan Xiaobu quickly leaped away.
A giant handprint suddenly landed where Lan Xiaobu had been standing, carving out a massive crater.
“Huh?” The fat pseudo-Sage exclaimed in surprise, then stared at Lan Xiaobu. “You’re definitely not a World God.”
Lan Xiaobu ignored him, summoning a top-grade flying artifact and quickly fleeing.
There were too many powerful figures from various sects here—not just from the Taihan Sage Sect, but also from the Eternal Sage Dao and the Myriad Dao Sage Sects. If he made a move, these experts would likely notice immediately.
Seeing Lan Xiaobu flee, the fat pseudo-Sage immediately gave chase. However, Lan Xiaobu soon realized that the man wasn’t trying to capture him but was instead following him from a distance.
Clearly, this fat pseudo-Sage wanted to find a secluded spot to make his move.
A day later, the fat pseudo-Sage suddenly accelerated, cutting off Lan Xiaobu’s path in the shortest time possible.
Lan Xiaobu simply put away his flying artifact. “Old fatty, what do you want?”
The fat pseudo-Sage looked Lan Xiaobu up and down, then chuckled. “I find you a bit strange, so I want to know why you lied to me.”
Lan Xiaobu couldn’t be bothered to respond. He felt that no matter how he answered, this guy wouldn’t let him go. Although he wasn’t yet confident enough to face Kun Wei, dealing with this fat pseudo-Sage was manageable. Even if he couldn’t defeat him, escaping wouldn’t be a problem.
“My Sage name is Pu Heng, yet you call me ‘old fatty.’ Interesting,” Pu Heng chuckled again, then suddenly produced a small mirror in his hand.
The Yin-Yang Mirror? This time, Lan Xiaobu didn’t even need the Cosmic Dimensional Model to recognize it.
He had seen this before. Back when he was still at the Heavenly God Realm, someone had tried to seize the fortune of the Great Wilderness Divine Realm. While that person was using the Great Severing Art, Lan Xiaobu had used various treasures to compete for fortune, and he had sensed the aura of the Yin-Yang Mirror.
So it was this guy. Lan Xiaobu’s killing intent surged. What a pity. If Qian Qi Sage had come with him, he would have done everything in his power to kill Pu Heng Sage.
“My name is Ji Yun, from the Ji family of the Eternal Sage Dao. If you dare to attack me, the Sages of my family won’t let you off,” Lan Xiaobu said, pulling out a flying sword as if preparing to send a message. He guessed that a pseudo-Sage like Pu Heng probably didn’t know what someone like Ji Yun looked like, given the vast difference in their statuses.
“The Ji family?” Pu Heng frowned. If this guy was really from the Ji family, he would have to be cautious.
Ji Sansha, the Sage of the Ji family, wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke. As for the guys he drank tea with at the Golden Pot Palace, when it came to life-and-death struggles, few would be willing to help him.
“Since you’re from the Ji family, forget it. You can go,” Pu Heng said, seemingly deciding not to attack Lan Xiaobu.
But Lan Xiaobu felt an extreme sense of danger. Without hesitation, he summoned the Seven Tones Halberd and, with a surge of divine energy, struck out with a powerful blow.
Sure enough, just as the Seven Tones Halberd was unleashed, Yin and Yang Dao Rules locked down the space around him. If not for Lan Xiaobu’s quick reaction, the Yin-Yang Mirror would have completely trapped him.
Boom! Divine energy exploded, and Dao aura tore through the surrounding space.
Pu Heng’s expression changed. He was certain that Lan Xiaobu was at least a Quasi-Sage, possibly even at the peak of the Quasi-Sage Realm, if not stronger. Otherwise, how could he have escaped the Yin-Yang Mirror?
The Yin-Yang Mirror’s Dao Rules surged wildly, and the void filled with intersecting spatial and Yin-Yang Rules. At this moment, Pu Heng’s entire body radiated Dao aura. He was determined to capture this young cultivator.
Lan Xiaobu’s body also radiated Dao aura as the Seven Tones Halberd transformed into endless halberd lights, continuously tearing through the space filled with intersecting rules. If it weren’t for his desire to seize the Yin-Yang Mirror, Lan Xiaobu would have summoned the Reincarnation Pot and fled.
After all, many people in the Eternal Realm knew he was here and that the Reincarnation Pot belonged to him. He had nothing to hide.
“Wait, you’re Lan Xiaobu, the Dao Lord of the Great Wilderness Divine Realm,” Pu Heng Sage exclaimed in delight. He had been searching for Lan Xiaobu every day, and now he had finally found him.
“So what if it’s your Grandpa Lan?” Lan Xiaobu’s Seven Tones Halberd’s Dao aura suddenly intensified, and the halberd lights transformed into a tidal wave, crashing toward Pu Heng Sage like a bursting dam.
Pu Heng wasn’t alarmed; instead, he was thrilled. Today, he would strike it rich. Once he captured Lan Xiaobu, he would go into seclusion. As for the guys at the Golden Pot Palace, they could go whistle for their share. Pu Heng would attain true Sagehood first.
To prevent Lan Xiaobu from escaping, Pu Heng Sage unleashed his pseudo-Sage domain without reservation. He knew exactly how many treasures Lan Xiaobu carried—even Kun Wei Sage of the Taihan Sacred Mountain wasn’t as clear on this as he was.
Escape? Lan Xiaobu had never considered escaping. The moment Pu Heng Sage’s pseudo-Sage domain locked onto him, Lan Xiaobu let out a long roar. His entire body seemed to transform into a peerless blade, slashing down from beyond the heavens.
“The Great Severing Art…” Pu Heng Sage’s face paled. He had been so blinded by greed for Lan Xiaobu’s treasures that he had forgotten Lan Xiaobu knew the Great Severing Art.
In that moment, realms, fortune, rules, Dao, divine abilities—everything was laid bare under the terrifying severing Dao Rules. As the severing rules closed in, Pu Heng Sage’s best move would have been to flee.
But the thought of the treasures Lan Xiaobu carried filled Pu Heng with courage and strength. Even if he had to endure a severing blow, he would capture Lan Xiaobu.
Besides, he had the Yin-Yang Mirror. At most, he would suffer some injuries…
Wait, as the Great Severing Art’s rules became clearer, Pu Heng Sage suddenly felt something was wrong. He was at the center of the Great Severing Art, yet he didn’t feel the threat of death.
The Great Severing Art wasn’t targeting him? Then he felt his connection to the Yin-Yang Mirror weakening.
“You dare!” Pu Heng Sage’s eyes bulged with rage. He could accept death, but no one could take his Yin-Yang Mirror.
