In the place where Lan Xiaobu entered the Cosmic Dimension Model, seven pseudo-sages, including Puh Heng Sage, had been searching for several days.
“Puh Heng, something must be wrong. Even if Lan Xiaobu has a Chaos World, we should have found him by now. The seven of us have been searching here for four days, but there’s no trace of him at all. Are you sure you sensed correctly?” He Yu Sage finally couldn’t hold back and questioned Puh Heng Sage.
When news of Lan Xiaobu came, He Yu was more excited than anyone else because his Book of Life and Death was with Lan Xiaobu.
But after eagerly following the trail, several days had passed, and his consciousness was somewhat exhausted. Yet, all they found was emptiness.
Not only He Yu Sage, but the other pseudo-sages also lost confidence. The seven of them had searched the area, even finding fleas within a radius of a million miles, but in reality, they found nothing of value.
Chun Hu Sage spoke gravely, “If I’m not mistaken, Puh Heng Sage didn’t lie to us. It’s highly likely that Lan Xiaobu entered his Chaos World here and then escaped using the Reincarnation Cauldron controlled by his divine sense. Given his injuries, he couldn’t have gone far. As long as we find the right direction, we still have a chance to catch him.”
No one spoke. Although they knew Chun Hu Sage’s speculation might be correct, they also understood that the chance of finding Lan Xiaobu was now extremely slim.
How fast is the Reincarnation Cauldron? Moreover, they didn’t know how long the cauldron had been traveling. That wasn’t even the most critical point—the most important thing was that they had no idea which direction Lan Xiaobu had fled.
“It’s a pity that the rules of the Longevity World are changing so rapidly that we can’t use the Retrospective Image divine ability. Otherwise, we could have determined the direction he fled,” Ting Kun Sage said with a tone of regret.
So many treasures were right in front of him, yet he missed them. Who could be content with that?
However, as soon as Ting Kun Sage finished speaking, his expression changed to one of astonishment, and then he became visibly excited.
The rules of heaven and earth had become so refined that he could sense the next realm of his cultivation. Although he was called a sage, he was only a pseudo-sage. The next realm was the First Revolution Sage.
“First Revolution Sage?” Chun Hu Sage also sensed it.
Not only Chun Hu Sage, but at this moment, because the rules of heaven and earth had become clear to a certain extent, all the pseudo-sages felt that the next realm was the First Revolution Sage. Moreover, they also sensed that there were nine revolutions for sages.
“Nine Revolutions for Sages, and we haven’t even stepped into the First Revolution,” Chen Jue Sage murmured.
“Kun Wei Sage is likely already a First Revolution Sage,” Chun Hu Sage said, his tone also tinged with excitement. Restricted by the rules of heaven and earth and their own fortunes, they had made no progress after reaching the pseudo-sage level. If the Longevity World continued like this, they could only wait for death. Well, perhaps not eating, but certainly waiting for death.
At this moment, colorful clouds descended from the sky, and a thunderous sound exploded in the void. Then, a profound voice echoed, “I, Zhen Zhanxia, have attained the First Revolution Sage realm. My sage title is Qianxia. A hundred years from now, I will hold a discourse at Tianxia Mountain. All who are destined may come to listen.”
Everyone looked at each other in astonishment. They knew Zhen Zhanxia—she was also a pseudo-sage like them. In terms of strength, she wasn’t any stronger than them. Yet, just as they had sensed the next realm was the First Revolution Sage, she had already attained it. Not only that, but she was also planning to open her mountain gate and give a discourse. As soon as she attained the First Revolution Sage realm, she was ready to share her insights. It was clear that Zhen Zhanxia had comprehended far more than they had. Moreover, her attainment of the First Revolution Sage realm had triggered the descent of heavenly clouds. When they attained the pseudo-sage realm, well, they didn’t even see a single bolt of lightning.
At this moment, no one could remain focused on searching for Lan Xiaobu as they had before. The rules of heaven and earth in the Longevity World had suddenly changed, and fortunes were surging. Everyone was either frantically secluding themselves to cultivate or desperately searching for their own sacred cultivation grounds to seize fortune. Someone had already attained the First Revolution Sage realm—Zhen Zhanxia was proof. Only they, like aimless rogue cultivators, were wandering around doing meaningless tasks.
If this continued, they would have no place in the Longevity World.
“Everyone, I have sensed the opportunity to break through to the First Revolution Sage realm. I need to return and seclude myself for a while,” Ting Kun Sage said, no longer interested in searching for Lan Xiaobu. A pseudo-sage was still a pseudo-sage, no matter where they went. Previously, there had been no opportunity to break through, but now he had a clear understanding of the Great Dao. Moreover, the rules of heaven and earth were continuing to clarify, and the fortunes of the Great Dao were also increasing.
If he didn’t seize this moment to seclude himself and improve his strength, he would likely fall behind others in the future. Not just in the future—he was already behind many of his fellow pseudo-sages.
Nine Revolutions for Sages! If one day he could become a Nine Revolution Sage, why would he need to cling to these pseudo-sages in the Golden Pot Palace? It all came down to insufficient strength, not daring to establish his own mountain gate. Look at Zhen Zhanxia—as soon as she comprehended the Dao, she immediately opened her mountain gate to give a discourse. After the discourse, she would surely recruit disciples. This was the manifestation of the rules of heaven and earth.
Now, indeed, there were many sage courts, but as long as someone had a sage gate, no one would easily offend them before the sage courts determined a victor. Even if the sage courts determined a victor, even if there was only one sage court, no sage emperor would be willing to offend a sage gate with a First Revolution Sage.
After Ting Kun Sage left, Jiu Shen Sage, Bai Jian Sage, and Chen Jue Sage also departed one after another. They had all sensed the next realm—the First Revolution Sage. With the title of pseudo-sage, they would surely be looked down upon in the future. If one day, sages were to discuss the Dao, would they be considered sages or not?
Chun Hu Sage also clasped his hands toward Puh Heng Sage and Qian He Sage, saying, “Fellow Daoists, I also need to return and seclude myself. With the surge of fortune, I wish you both an early breakthrough to the First Revolution realm.”
After speaking, Chun Hu Sage didn’t wait for Puh Heng Sage and Qian He Sage to respond. He directly summoned his flying treasure and swiftly headed back to his lair, the Golden Pot Palace.
If he couldn’t attain the First Revolution Sage realm within a hundred years, he would visit Qianxia Sage. He was certain that attaining the First Revolution Sage realm wasn’t as simple as relying on the surge of fortune and comprehension. Previously, the ones with the best chance of becoming First Revolution Sages should have been Qian He and Puh Heng, as their treasures were the Book of Life and Death and the Yin-Yang Mirror, respectively. With their treasures, they could seize fortune under such great fortunes and attain the First Revolution Sage realm. But these two fellows had their treasures stolen by Lan Xiaobu, which was simply an insult to the title of sage.
However, Chun Hu quickly realized that they were no longer sages—at best, they were half-step First Revolution Sages… Well, half-step First Revolution was just his own thought. In the eyes of others, they were still pseudo-sages, or at most, peak quasi-sages.
In the blink of an eye, five of the seven had left, leaving only Puh Heng Sage and Qian He Sage. The two looked at each other, and after a while, Puh Heng Sage said hoarsely, “Fellow Daoist Qian He, are you also going to seclude yourself?”
Qian He hesitated for a long time before sighing softly, “Although I envy them for secluding themselves to attain the First Revolution Sage realm, I know in my heart that without finding the Book of Life and Death, I cannot achieve the First Revolution.”
Puh Heng Sage immediately said, “Right, I’m the same as you. If I can’t find the Yin-Yang Mirror, not only will I be unable to become a First Revolution Sage, but my state of mind will also be affected. Even if Lan Xiaobu fled, he couldn’t have gone far—at most, a day’s journey. I suspect he couldn’t even last half a day. Relying on his divine sense to control the Reincarnation Cauldron, his speed couldn’t be too fast. I think as long as we spend some time, we have a certain chance of finding him.”
“Alright, I’ll spend a hundred years with you searching for Lan Xiaobu,” He Yu Sage immediately agreed to Puh Heng Sage’s proposal.
“Fellow Daoist He Yu, don’t worry. I also know when his injuries will heal. As long as the mark on my Yin-Yang Mirror hasn’t been removed, it means his injuries haven’t healed,” Puh Heng Sage comforted He Yu Sage. He was well aware that if Lan Xiaobu’s injuries healed, he might not be able to capture him.
He had witnessed Lan Xiaobu’s cunning. The reason he brought He Yu Sage along wasn’t because Lan Xiaobu could use cutting divine abilities or because his injuries had healed, but because he was worried Lan Xiaobu might escape again.
As for whether Lan Xiaobu could recover from his injuries, Puh Heng simply didn’t believe it. That punch of his couldn’t even be withstood by a true great sage. After the Yin-Yang Mirror severed its connection with him, he had used a forbidden technique—that punch was a divine ability learned from the Curse Sage, the Dao-Crushing Fist, imbued with dense curse power.
What level was Lan Xiaobu at? After being struck by such curse power, coupled with Puh Heng’s far superior strength, he didn’t believe Lan Xiaobu could recover.
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In his own world, Lan Xiaobu sat beneath the Emperor Resting Tree with his eyes closed. As the sea around him continued to expand and the rules became more refined, the Cosmic Dimension Model was once again pushed out of the soil and mixed into the sand at the bottom of the sea.
Chaos energy and Primordial Breath continuously nourished Lan Xiaobu’s body. After an unknown period of time, Lan Xiaobu opened his eyes.
“So powerful,” was Lan Xiaobu’s first thought. If he hadn’t been under the Emperor Resting Tree, he might not have woken up. There was a gray aura lingering around his wound, which was definitely not an ordinary divine ability. Otherwise, a pseudo-sage wouldn’t have been able to injure him so severely.
Lan Xiaobu focused his divine sense on the gray aura around his wound. Previously, he hadn’t paid attention, but now that he calmed his mind, he sensed a faint curse power.
Was this the Great Curse Technique? Lan Xiaobu was startled. The Great Curse Technique was Fang Zhifan’s divine ability, or perhaps Ming Changxiao also knew it. But the true Great Curse Technique was now in his world. How could Puh Heng, a mere pseudo-sage, know the Great Curse Technique?
No, this should be the Minor Curse Technique, or a curse divine ability derived from the Great Curse Technique.
Realizing it was a curse technique, Lan Xiaobu felt a hint of fear. If he didn’t have the Emperor Resting Tree and the Primordial Breath, he might not have woken up. Without the Reincarnation Cauldron and the Cosmic Dimension Model, he also wouldn’t have escaped Puh Heng Sage’s pursuit.
Fortunately, he had the Great Curse Technique with him. Otherwise, how could he remove the curse aura from his body? Even if he used the Cosmic Dimension Model to construct a dimensional model, he would still need the original scroll of the Great Curse Technique, right?
That fatso Puh Heng was dangerous. Once his injuries healed, the first thing he would do was kill that fatso. Not only that, but Fang Zhifan and Ming Changxiao also had to die.
