False God Trial Candidate

False God Trial Candidate

Sunset Forest.

Icefire Yin-Yang Well.

Beneath the cliff at the rear.

"Standing Heaven-Shattering Cannon."

With a loud shout, Wu Tong drove the strength of his body, gathered it into a single point, and threw his right hand out with all his might.

Boom!

As his fist struck the cliff face, a crack appeared, then spread outward at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, with Wu Tong's fist at the center, the cliff face before him was covered in spiderweb-like fractures.

"As expected of Baji Quan's killing move. It can cause this much damage with physical strength alone."

Wu Tong looked at the cracks before him and nodded in satisfaction. After exchanging for Baji Quan, his control over his own body had become even more refined. With one part strength, he could produce the effect of three.

"I'm only at the Ming Jin stage right now, yet I can already bring out my physical strength with such precision, let alone the later An Jin and Hua Jin.

"And according to the current National Arts System, there are even the deducible Dan Jin, Gang Jin, and even the miraculous Jian Shen Bu Huai realm."

Thinking of those martial arts novels where ordinary human bodies alone, through training, could wield the power to fight armies single-handedly, Wu Tong could not help but feel his heart burn with excitement.

Those ordinary people, with trained bodies combined with the techniques of national arts, can fight an army alone. Then with my body, tempered by extraordinary power, if I master national arts, I'll definitely be even stronger than them. Let alone...

At this thought, Wu Tong once again assumed a Baji Quan stance, circulated the Lesser Sun True Qi within him, gathered the scorching, violent energy onto his right hand, and threw another punch.

"Standing Heaven-Shattering Cannon!"

Boom!!!

With a tremendous blast, the cliff face, which had originally only been cracked on the surface, was instantly shrouded in a great cloud of dust. Even more cracks spread wildly, and fine stones began to fall from above.

Only when the raised dust gradually settled did Wu Tong see the spot where the cliff face and his fist had made contact.

Because of the impact of his force and the influx of violent energy, with his fist as the center, the result had been greater than the sum of its parts, blasting out a pit three meters in diameter.

"Let alone the fact that I also have the 'path ahead' they could only dream of—extraordinary power."

Looking at the terrifying scene before him caused by his Lesser Sun True Qi and his own force, Wu Tong said with a beaming smile.

It had already been three days since Dugu Bo left for Heaven Dou City.

During these three days, aside from cultivating the national arts he had exchanged for, Wu Tong spent each day chatting in the group and, along the way, asking Zhang Chulan for advice on Daoist knowledge.

It had to be said that as the grandson of Zhang Huaiyi, the personal disciple of the Celestial Master Mansion's Celestial Master, and someone who had been taught cultivation by Zhang Huaiyi since childhood, Zhang Chulan was thoroughly familiar with Daoist knowledge. After all, if one did not understand Daoist knowledge, one could not cultivate Daoist techniques at all, because one simply would not be able to read them.

Wu Tong had been able to learn the Mysterious Heaven Skill because Tang San was a human-shaped technique demonstration device. Wu Tong only needed to copy the steps of the energy circulation during Tang San's cultivation. But as for the reasons and principles behind it, Wu Tong knew nothing at all.

Even when he created the Crimson Sun Sutra, if not for the Mind's Eye that allowed him to observe the situation inside his body,

and if not for the fact that he could stop in time even when the energy circulation went wrong,

Wu Tong would have died dozens of times during the process of creating the technique.

As for improving the Crimson Wheel Sutra, if not for his Second Soul Skill, Dream World, which allowed him to copy himself and repeatedly conduct technique-creation experiments,

he would not have planned to attempt creating a technique again before perfecting his talent.

Although Wu Tong's mind stored some Daoist scriptures, the specialized terminology inside still required a professional to help explain it.

After three days of consultation, Wu Tong had basically sorted out all of his questions clearly.

Under Zhang Chulan's guidance, Wu Tong could now already understand the Zixia Divine Skill.

It had to be said that the Zixia Divine Skill was indeed worthy of being Mount Hua's sect-defining technique. According to rumors, the Zixia Divine Skill could absorb the purple qi of the morning glow and was extremely wondrous.

But in Wu Tong's view, this absorbed purple qi of the morning glow was actually no different from the Pure Yang purple qi absorbed by the Purple Demon Eyes.

The Zixia Divine Skill's method of absorbing Pure Yang purple qi was completely different from the Purple Demon Eyes. The former connected one's qi to heaven and earth, directly absorbing the Pure Yang purple qi dispersed by the sun between heaven and earth, while the latter truly absorbed Pure Yang purple qi directly from the sun.

The two could be said to each have their own strengths and weaknesses. The Zixia Divine Skill could be cultivated anytime and anywhere, but the Pure Yang purple qi between heaven and earth was not easy to gather. The Purple Demon Eyes could only absorb it from the sun, but cultivation was limited to early morning...

After Wu Tong understood the Zixia Divine Skill, he used the Dao and principles within it, combined them with his own Crimson Wheel Sutra, and improved it tens of thousands of times in the Dream World. In the end, he successfully integrated the advantages of the Zixia Divine Skill into the Crimson Wheel Sutra.

Now, the new Crimson Wheel Sutra could not only directly absorb Sun Power for cultivation in the early morning and at dusk,

but could also absorb the Sun Power dispersed between heaven and earth for cultivation. Its cultivation speed had increased greatly, and the Lesser Sun True Qi cultivated from it was even more destructive.

"Little Monster, I'm back. I also brought over the things you wanted."

Just as Wu Tong was cultivating the new version of the Crimson Wheel Sutra, Dugu Bo's voice came over.

"Old Master, you're finally back. With your speed as a Titled Douluo, you shouldn't have been this slow, right?" Wu Tong looked at Dugu Bo as he walked over, stood up, and spoke.

"Little Monster, do you have any idea how much stuff you have? Going back and forth naturally didn't take much time, but organizing the things alone took me two whole days, and that was with me working around the clock."

Thinking of the Spirit Beast specimens, Precious Metals, lost Soul Tool fragments... and the huge pile of things in Wu Tong's treasure room, Dugu Bo replied with a dark expression.

"Uh... ehehe~"

Looking at Dugu Bo's darkened face, Wu Tong felt somewhat guilty and could only use Barbatos's topic-changing method.

"Speaking of which, Little Monster, what exactly are you planning to do? Not only do you need so many resources, you even stripped the Icefire Yin-Yang Well bare." Dugu Bo looked at the bald, empty surroundings and asked with some heartache.

"Old Master, if I said I could resurrect Dugu Xin, would you believe me?" Instead of answering, Wu Tong looked into Dugu Bo's eyes and said.

Dugu Bo froze, as if he had not heard clearly. "What did you say? Resurrect who?"

"Your son, Yanzi's father, Dugu Xin." Wu Tong looked at Dugu Bo and repeated it again.

"Little Monster, what do you mean by that?" Dugu Bo's expression darkened. Soul Power surged and roiled around him, and the aura on his body spread outward like a flood or a savage beast, chilling the soul.

Dugu Bo's eyes stared fixedly at Wu Tong, waiting to see how he would explain himself. One had to know that the matter of Dugu Xin had always been a thorn in Dugu Bo's heart, one he had never been able to let go of after so many years.

For Wu Tong to suddenly joke about Dugu Xin made Dugu Bo extremely angry. There were even already signs that he might attack.

"I'm serious. I can resurrect Dugu Xin." As if he had not seen it, Wu Tong stared at Dugu Bo and said each word clearly.

In truth, even if they fought, Wu Tong was not afraid. With his current Points reserve, if he did not consider the future, he could directly buy a Star Destroyer Cannon, blast the God Realm apart, and then throw his weight around on Douluo Continent.

Power had given him abundant confidence. Wu Tong no longer needed to live as cautiously as before. Now, there were many things he could simply do freely.

"Xin'er..." Hearing Wu Tong's words, Dugu Bo's eyes filled with expectation, longing, fear, regret... all kinds of emotions intertwined together, making his expression look extremely distorted.

In truth, the moment Wu Tong said those words, Dugu Bo already knew they were true. After all, Wu Tong had no need to deceive him with a lie that would collapse at the slightest poke.

Moreover, after so many years of interaction and understanding, Dugu Bo knew that the young man before him would not do something like rub salt in someone's wound.

The reason he dared not believe it was because Dugu Bo truly did not know how to face that child toward whom he felt so guilty.

Finally, as if he had figured it out, the longing in Dugu Bo's heart still overwhelmed his hesitation.

"What happened? Tell me the details." At this moment, Dugu Bo's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"After my Martial Soul Evolution, I obtained a god's inheritance. I'm now a God Trial Candidate."

"A god? They really exist?" Dugu Bo found it somewhat hard to believe. As a Titled Douluo, in his youth, in order to remove the Martial Soul Poison, he had traveled far and wide and had naturally seen many things.

Although he knew that gods were worshiped in many places, Dugu Bo had only thought those were nothing more than spiritual comfort.

"Naturally, it's true. Three days ago, I obtained a god's inheritance and was given the Nine God Trials by that god. As long as I pass the nine trials, I can become a god." Wu Tong looked at Dugu Bo's incredulous expression as he spoke.

If he wanted to achieve world evolution and break free of the God Realm, it was useless for Wu Tong to rely on himself alone. He needed a group of people to accomplish this goal together.

Wu Tong had originally planned to tell Dugu Bo about the Myriad Realms, but then he thought that this explanation was far too illusory and lacked any sense of reality.

Although Wu Tong was confident he could convince Dugu Bo, convincing one person was easy; convincing a group of people would be somewhat troublesome.

So Wu Tong planned to package himself as a God Trial Candidate once and for all. After they experienced more in the future, explaining the Myriad Realms to them would no longer be so difficult.

Moreover, the identity of a God Trial Candidate had many benefits. Whether it was a sudden increase in cultivation or establishing a faction, he could use the name of the god trial, and it would not arouse suspicion.