Third Battlefield.
The Universe Secret Realm spanned over a million light-years in diameter and contained countless battlefields, large and small. The Purple Star Domain wasn't considered extremely dangerous.
The truly dangerous regions were comparable to the Star Tower. They might give rise to Heavy Treasures or treasures worth hundreds of billions, even trillions, of Hunyuan.
Only regions like these could attract countless Kings.
The most fearsome region in the Third Battlefield was called the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison. The number of Kings there rivaled that of the Star Tower, and many Kings fought and seized treasures there every day.
The Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison was a naturally formed environment that the native race had modified and used as a prison. But when the Four Peak Races opened the battlefield, they wiped out that native race.
Just like the Sacrificial Towers on Yanji Continent, a few natives remained inside. The one thing they knew for certain was that no Universe Venerables were still alive.
The entire Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison contained the boundless wealth of that native race, left for later Kings to excavate. With good luck, they might even stumble upon a Heavy Treasure.
"Although the Ten Thousand Tribulations Prison is far away, it shouldn't be hard to find an area where I can enter the Dark Universe at an accelerated rate. But I can't teleport yet, and without Divine Kingdom Teleportation, I'm at a disadvantage."
Wu Yun hadn't yet comprehended Teleportation. Even though his soul was many times stronger now and his thoughts moved faster, it wasn't something he could master overnight.
Without Teleportation or Divine Kingdom Teleportation, even cultivating a plant life-form to immortality wouldn't help. Divine Kingdom Teleportation required a token.
Wu Yun couldn't keep hiring other people through the Military System every time. It was too much trouble.
Capturing a King and enslaving him would be the quickest way.
Whoosh!
Wu Yun knew that there were still some Kings in the Purple Star Domain, including even Peak Kings. He should be able to run into one.
Besides, he kept an eye on messages from the Military System. Whenever he spotted a distress signal, he would check the opponent's strength.
Tianyu Universe.
At Wu Yun's residence, he was talking with his son, Wu Ting, about finding a powerful master to take him as a disciple.
A few days earlier, Wu Ting had comprehended a First-Grade True Meaning.
A First-Grade True Meaning Transcendent would be eagerly sought out as a disciple by even the most powerful beings. And Wu Ting was still so young. With a little cultivation, his progress would be astonishing.
He would probably be second only to a prodigy like Qing Jun.
"My master wants me to become His Majesty's disciple, but he isn't sure how likely it is," Wu Ting said. He didn't call the Bloodblade God Emperor by name, instead referring to him as His Majesty.
In the Tianyu Universe, powerful beings could sense their names being called, no matter how far away they were. They could even use someone's name to carry out a causal killing.
"Become His Majesty's disciple?" Wu Yun recalled the story. When that black bird had heard that Dongbo Xueying had become a First Heaven World God at nine hundred, it had immediately congratulated the Bloodblade God Emperor.
It had then said that the Master of the Pantheon and the Master of Time-Space Island had wanted to take him as a disciple, but were too late.
Wu Ting had comprehended a First-Grade True Meaning at just over four hundred. With normal cultivation, he should become a World God at around a thousand. Judging by his talent now, he was no less gifted than Dongbo Xueying.
"Your master told you there's no guarantee you'll succeed?" Wu Yun found it strange. Could White Sand City Lord really not understand the value of a First-Grade True Meaning Transcendent at that age?
But a moment later, Wu Yun understood. White Sand City Lord wanted to keep both sides happy. He had told Wu Ting that becoming a disciple would be difficult, and he must have had his own story ready for the Bloodblade God Emperor, too.
In White Sand City Lord's eyes, neither Wu Ting nor Wu Yun had ever traveled far. They had always lived in this city, and probably knew nothing about this sort of thing.
"If His Majesty doesn't accept me, I'd be happy to become that person's disciple, too."
Wu Ting meant Qing Jun. He had heard stories about this legendary figure from a young age and had made him his cultivation goal.
The Bloodblade God Emperor's strongest disciple was a Venerable whose strength rivaled a Dominator's.
That was an extraordinary level of strength. A True God Dominator was equivalent to a True God in the Primal Universe, while a True God Venerable was comparable to a Universe Master.
There was no six-tier power limit in the Tianyu Universe. To rival a Dominator as a Venerable meant possessing genuine strength on that level. Such a person had a chance of becoming a Void God in the future.
"Let's see what your master says." Wu Yun took a small sip of tea. "Listen to him and do as he says."
"Okay." Wu Ting trusted Wu Yun's words more than anyone else's.
After Wu Ting left, Wu Yun continued studying the First-Grade True Meaning. Since their memories were connected, they shared the same level of comprehension, and a True God's soul was incredibly powerful.
Becoming a First Heaven World God within ten thousand years would be no problem.
Three days later.
Wu Yun also arrived at White Sand City Lord's residence.
"A First-Grade True Meaning Transcendent is only truly attractive to ordinary powerful beings. If you call their names, they'll come themselves," White Sand City Lord said solemnly. "I used my connections to arrange a visit in person."
If a True God in the Heaven and Earth Realm like Ancestor Chihuo heard that a First-Grade True Meaning Transcendent wanted to become his disciple, the young man's age wouldn't matter much.
As for Wu Ting, who had comprehended a First-Grade True Meaning at four hundred, even the Master of Time-Space Island, the Master of the Pantheon, and the True God Dominators in the Abyss would be tempted.
Comprehending a First-Grade True Meaning at a thousand versus at four hundred might seem like a difference of only six hundred years, but the difference in talent was at least two levels. After all, a Demigod's lifespan was capped at three thousand years.
Some Transcendents deliberately stayed at that level, only comprehending a First-Grade True Meaning when they were around two thousand.
Wu Ting asked Wu Yun to come with him. He had been used to having his father by his side since childhood. His father's advice made him feel secure.
In terms of strength, Wu Ting, a First-Grade True Meaning Transcendent, was definitely stronger than someone with a Second-Grade God Heart. But his reliance on his father had become a habit.
"I've never even left Anhai Prefecture," Wu Yun said with a smile. "I should be thanking City Lord for taking me out to see the world."
"Of course, of course." White Sand City Lord stroked his long beard. His true form was a rat, and he had retained some of its features in human form.
Once everyone had gathered, White Sand City Lord brought out the Star Domain Flying Ship. Even World Gods had to ride flying ships to travel through the Divine Realm. Relying on their own speed, they would need countless years to cross even a small part of it.
The Star Domain Flying Ship was unbelievably luxurious. It was an expensive possession that ordinary World Gods couldn't afford, and was usually used by Fourth Heaven World Gods or higher.
White Sand City Lord piloted the ship himself. It pierced through the void and entered a space-time passage. The dazzling passage was similar to the Dark Universe and could compress the distance in the real world.
"It's beautiful." Wu Yun gazed at the space-time passage, entranced by its breathtaking scenery.
"It's fine to admire it now and then, but the rules in the passage aren't suited to cultivation," White Sand City Lord reminded him. "If you want to comprehend space and time, you still need to study the River of Time and Space."
Wu Yun didn't understand the intricacies, but White Sand City Lord surely had a reason for saying so.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The flying ship emerged from the space-time passage. A floating continent lay ahead.
A vast, undulating palace complex stretched across the continent, magnificent and glittering with light.
At its center stood the main hall, a symbol of the Bloodblade God Emperor, towering a trillion miles high.
"At last, I've set foot here again..." White Sand City Lord wore a complicated expression. His sworn brother, Dongbo Xueying, was now the Bloodblade God Emperor's disciple. If he could send Wu Ting there, too, it would be perfect.
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