Sect Master Tongtian hurriedly dodged the binding Karma Thread, his expression changing drastically as he rushed to say, "Li Er, this time it's not an enemy, but I'd better go hide first.
Teach Fat Li properly... Don't break him from all the fussing..."
Sect Master Tongtian vanished, and the Karma Thread disappeared along with him.
Li Er glanced at Duobao, then raised his hand and tossed out several formation discs. "Go inside and learn some Daoism cultural knowledge first. Once you pass, I'll teach you other things."
"Little Master, once I pass, can I learn artifact refining?" Duobao hurriedly asked, his eyes full of hope.
"Easy. Oh, Black Dog, you go in and learn too." Li Er grabbed Black Dog, who was trying to run away, and tossed him inside at once.
"Um, Little Master, it won't eat people, will it?" Duobao cautiously asked, his eyes full of wariness.
"Black Dog is an artifact that took form. He doesn't eat flesh and blood, so relax." Li Er comforted him before turning back toward the cave dwelling to study a formation for concealing one's aura.
The Primordial World was far too dangerous.
"An artifact?!" Duobao cried out, his eyes full of excitement. He eagerly rushed into the formation discs, completely forgetting that Black Dog had been drooling over him earlier.
After entering, he did not see Black Dog. Instead, he saw Little Master standing not far away, ready to begin teaching. What shocked him was that Little Master seemed as real as a living person.
A clone?
This was a teaching formation disc Li Er had created. He had left a portion of his divine sense here, and with the formation disc, it could teach others.
This was how divine abilities changed life. If one had divine abilities and still had to do everything personally, then what was the point of learning them?
"Come, let's begin our first lesson—steadiness comes first."
The Steadiness Sutra?
Duobao looked at the book that had suddenly appeared in his hands. After opening it and reading the words inside, he froze. This was not a cultivation technique?
Before he could react, Little Master across from him spoke. "All right, you have already learned it: steadiness comes first.
Let's begin the practical exercise—"
Duobao: ???
Duobao was still utterly bewildered when his surroundings abruptly changed, and he appeared in the midst of a treasure-seizing incident.
A strange ripple appeared, and Duobao was immediately drawn into the setting. It was as though he had forgotten he was in class and was truly participating in a treasure-seizing operation.
Very quickly, tragedy struck. Someone ambushed him from behind...
Just when Duobao thought he was certainly dead, the environment changed.
Seeing Little Master sitting at the table across from him, Duobao heard him say coldly, "The test is over. Zero points.
Rookie, watch the replay and see why steadiness comes first..."
Under Li Er's clone's analysis, Duobao finally understood why he had died. Moreover, every sentence in the Steadiness Sutra in his hand was a classic saying.
Just when he thought he would never make such a basic mistake again, the environment changed once more, and Duobao's nightmare began.
When he confidently joined the treasure-seizing operation again, he had not even taken two steps before he was once more on the verge of death.
Meanwhile, Black Dog passed in a single try.
After coming out, Black Dog carefully looked around. When he did not spot Li Er, he immediately sighed in relief. He feared this Little Master, who had created him, from the bottom of his heart.
Soon, he began wandering aimlessly through the secret realm.
Just then, a message activated within his primordial spirit. It was his mission: to suppress the fortune of all Daoism.
But the problem was, Daoism currently consisted of only these few people. What fortune could they possibly have?
Fat Zhao, plus the current Fat Li Duobao, plus the Old Master and Little Master—four people and one dog.
"How about it? I go out for a stroll and see if there are any suitable disciples. After all, the Old Master brought someone back every time.
And Little Master was born a homebody. That's right, according to the information he gave me, he's a homebody." Black Dog stood there, rubbing his chin as he muttered to himself. A gleam flashed in his eyes.
This seemed like a pretty good idea.
He then arrived at the entrance to the cave dwelling and shouted inside.
"Little Master, I'm going outside to take a piss."
That was right. In the memories Li Er had implanted into him the second time, dogs had to leave home to urinate outside.
"Go on. Remember not to leave behind your aura."
"Got it." After responding, Black Dog tore open space and jumped through it.
He appeared in the East Sea. The instant he emerged, he changed his appearance, even altering his aura.
At this moment, he was Zhunti!
He twitched his nose, sniffing the nearby traces of fortune as he prepared to search for a Child of Fortune in the area.
That was right. This was one of his divine abilities: he could smell people with great fortune.
He could also smell the scent of treasures. It was a divine ability of a dog's nose.
Why could he smell such an enticing scent from Duobao? Because Duobao was someone blessed with immense fortune.
"Not bad! There's a Child of Fortune farther east." Black Dog muttered, his eyes shining. He had not expected to be so lucky.
He tore through space and jumped straight in.
Very soon, he arrived at the easternmost reaches of the Primordial World.
"Oh? There's actually a barrier here? Child's play."
Black Dog manifested his dog claws and lightly swiped. Without touching the barrier here at all, he easily walked inside.
Then he was stunned by the Fusang Divine Tree before him.
"Good heavens, if I could move this divine tree away, I'd be rich. Sadly, the barriers here are too tightly guarded, so I can't touch it.
Let me see which one is the Child of Fortune. Huh, it's actually the smallest Golden Crow." A peculiar light shone from Black Dog's eyes. Among the ten Golden Crows, the smallest one had the reddest fortune above its head.
He then left behind Zhunti's aura, lightly leaped up, and opened his mouth to bite the little Golden Crow, making it vanish in an instant.
In the Demon Court in the sky.
Dijun shot to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes. One of the imprints he had left on the Golden Crows in the Valley of the Sun had disappeared.
"Who was it?!"
He was enraged. Amid the astonished gazes of those around him, he tore through space and left.
The West—the Western Sect.
Within an extremely hidden space.
Saint Zhunti shuddered all over. The instinctive impulse within him had finally faded, but this time, a chill ran down his spine, and he went limp.
That should not have happened. His combat strength should not have been so poor.
"Something's wrong. Someone is plotting against me." Saint Zhunti rose to his feet and said coldly. With a wave of his hand, the hundreds of Rakshasa women below instantly turned to ash.
"Strange. Why can't I calculate it? Could it be Tongtian?" Saint Zhunti said with a dark expression, a trace of anger flashing through his eyes.
"Junior Brother, what exactly happened? Were you afflicted by a curse from the Wu Clan?" Saint Jieyin appeared in the space at that moment, for he already knew that his junior brother had regained consciousness.
"No, I encountered a living being that had taken form..."
Saint Zhunti then recounted what had happened. To be honest, he felt especially wronged.
Who could have expected that Black Dog actually belonged to Tongtian?
"Sigh... Junior Brother, I've told you so many times: no matter what it is, you always say it has an affinity with you.
That affinity will bring you harm. Don't you know the saying, 'Affined, yet not fated'?" Saint Jieyin said helplessly, disappointment flickering in his eyes.
His junior brother was far too obsessed.
"Mm. Senior Brother, I won't disappoint you this time. I'll continue east to seek an opportunity.
If I hadn't encountered that Black Dog taking form, I should have found an opportunity in the far east." Saint Zhunti said earnestly, helplessness flashing through his eyes.
"Mm. Be careful in all things."
"Farewell, Senior Brother."
Golden Turtle Island.
Lingbao Tianzun watched as Sect Master Tongtian pressed a hand against him and directly extracted the recent information. Then an aura separated from Sect Master Tongtian's body and condensed into a clone.
That clone walked directly into Lingbao Tianzun's body. Then, a huge, thick Karma Thread appeared in the void and bound him directly.
Before he could react, he received two techniques: an advanced version of the stacking technique, and an advanced version of One Qi Transforming into Three Purities.
He also learned that these two techniques had an elite version and an ultimate version.
Most importantly, a technique had been left behind: On an Actor's Self-Cultivation.
As if guided by unseen forces, he read On an Actor's Self-Cultivation and instantly comprehended it completely, as though he had glimpsed the Great Dao itself.
All of this happened in an instant, and Sect Master Tongtian left with a carefree flourish.
Just after Sect Master Tongtian left, Yuanshi Tianzun and the Grand Pure Saint entered.
Lingbao Tianzun merely lowered his head, and his face was already covered in bruises. Injuries from a beating appeared all over his body, and even the meridians within him had become chaotic.
He looked utterly miserable.
When he saw Yuanshi Tianzun and the Grand Pure Saint, he immediately rushed over, embraced them both, and burst into loud sobs.
"Wuwu... Big Brothers, please persuade Tongtian. I'm willing to merge with him.
I don't want to live anymore..."
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