About a hundred days later, the three families had finished collecting all the medicinal materials. Xuan Mo threw his head back and laughed. "Very good. Today, I'll leave everyone some things. Then I'll have to prepare for my ascension. After all, if I stay any longer, I'm afraid this world won't be able to bear me."
Wang Weiguo frowned when he heard this. "Brother Mo, your martial arts academy hasn't even gone public yet, and you've already decided to ascend?"
Xuan Mo laughed heartily. "You already have the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art and the Golden Elixir Great Dao. Your ascension will be within reach in the future. When the time comes, I'll find you an official position in Heaven."
Wang Ye laughed and joked, "Brother Mo, maybe after you ascend, you'll have to start out as Bimawen too."
Xuan Mo's expression turned cold. "Don't worry. Once I go up there, I'll be the kind of person who becomes a great emperor. When you ascend, you're definitely going to be Bimawen. I said it, and no one can change it." As he spoke, he pointed a finger and said, "Within twenty years, Great White Star will descend to take you up. I'm off."
With that, he pointed at the sky. "I'm ascending. Don't try that divine thunder routine on me—I don't acknowledge it. I'm leaving." As he spoke, he directly tore open space and ascended. Watching Xuan Mo's method of ascending, Wang Ye smacked his lips and said, "As expected of Brother Mo. He's terrifyingly strong."
Feng Zhenghao nodded. "That's right. Young Master Xuan Mo's strength is extraordinary. The cultivation art he left for my family far surpasses Spirit Summoning. Hmm, he also told me that Spirit Summoning disrupts reincarnation, so I should abandon it on my own."
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