[Name: Wang Lang]
[Physique: Indestructible Vajra Body (awakened through tempering by the Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra and vast amounts of yin energy; physical strength, power, and recovery greatly increased; extremely resistant to yin and evil energy.)]
[Body Refinement Realm: Bedrock (First Layer)]
[Qi Refinement Realm: Spirit Condensation (First Layer)]
[Techniques: Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra, Song of Righteous Qi]
[Equipped Entries:
Ageless and Undying · Red,
Innate Primordial Qi · Orange,
Intentional Blast Punch · Purple,
Righteous Qi · Blue]
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Both his body refinement and qi refinement had broken through, just as expected.
The Vajra Subduing Demons Sutra had always been a supreme technique that cultivated both qi and body.
And having his physique evolve into the [Indestructible Vajra Body] was an unexpected delight!
"Haha, good!" Wang Lang let out a hearty laugh.
His gaze fell upon the monk's staff in his hand, which looked as tiny as a toothpick compared to his current thirty-foot Dharma Idol.
With a thought, the vast and pure Grand Righteous Qi within him surged into it like a river bursting through a collapsed dam.
The monk's staff gave a clear ring, then rapidly expanded against the wind.
In an instant, it became a colossal demon-subduing staff suited to the Dharma Idol's size—fifty feet long and as thick as a bowl!
"Worthy of being Grandmaster Tianhai's Magic Tool. It truly is extraordinary!"
Wang Lang praised it as one of his six arms gripped the enlarged monk's staff, while the other five clenched into fists and charged at the ghost creatures flooding in once more.
His efficiency had increased by far more than double!
One sweep of the giant staff reduced dozens of vine ghosts to dust.
Su Yao, nestled in his arms, was already completely dumbfounded. Only four words remained spinning in her little head: Langzi was invincible.
As Wang Lang mowed down the seemingly endless ghost creatures like grass, he carefully experienced the changes brought by his breakthrough.
The Spirit Condensation Realm, as its name implied, condensed the soul and brought about a qualitative transformation in spiritual power.
Not only could one inspect one's own body and perceive the minute details of one's meridians and internal organs, one could also project one's senses outward, detecting every stir of wind and grass within a certain radius, and even see with one's eyes closed.
One's thought speed, memory, and comprehension would all improve as well, granting more subtle and refined control over one's own power.
Though he was currently in his Dharma Idol state, Wang Lang could still clearly sense the solid foundation of his physical body.
The Bedrock Realm of body refinement had made his muscles like steel cables and his bones like gold and stone. Ordinary blades could not harm him in the slightest.
And the newly awakened [Indestructible Vajra Body] gave him a massive reserve of vitality and a tough physique far beyond those of the same realm.
It also rendered him almost completely immune to the erosion of yin and evil qi!
Just as he immersed himself in the thrill of his increased strength...
The entire Ten Thousand Souls Tomb, along with its boundless graves, suddenly began to tremble.
The originally dim sky darkened as yin clouds gathered madly, forming a gigantic vortex.
The next moment, a snake eye too enormous to describe slowly opened at the center of that vortex!
That snake eye overflowed with an aura of indifference, mercilessness, antiquity, destruction, and annihilation!
Merely being watched by that pupil caused Wang Lang's thirty-foot Vajra Dharma Idol to freeze abruptly!
He felt a terror that came from the level of life itself, from the instinctive depths of his soul!
What kind of existence was that...?!
Before he could react, before he could even summon the slightest thought of resistance—
An irresistible colossal force appeared from nowhere and acted upon Wang Lang.
His enormous Dharma Idol body was sent flying backward beyond his control.
The surrounding scenery raced backward and blurred.
A sensation of weightlessness struck him, followed by the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet.
A gentle breeze brushed past, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.
This... was the place where he had caught that Golden Cicada and had then been led into the Golden Light Temple.
Wang Lang looked around. The bizarre Golden Light Temple, the endless Ten Thousand Souls Tomb, and that terrifying giant eye had all vanished.
Yet the Vajra Dharma Idol he had condensed, along with the realm indicators on his personal panel—
All of it told him that everything just now had truly happened.
What exactly was that eye...? Wang Lang still felt lingering fear.
Why did it suddenly send me out? Had I killed enough monsters and passed some kind of trial?
Or... had my actions drawn the attention of some existence, and I was cleared out?
He raised his head to inspect the sky. It was around noon now, and the sunlight was just right.
He had entered the Golden Light Temple around dawn. He had fought in the Ten Thousand Souls Tomb for so long, yet only a few hours had passed outside?
Or perhaps time flowed differently there than in the outside world?
Countless questions circled through his mind, but none received an answer.
"Wow! We're out!" Su Yao jumped from his arms.
"Langzi! Let's go! Let's get out of this damned place!"
Wang Lang did not reply. He merely took a deep breath and suppressed the alarm and doubts in his heart.
He looked around once more and silently committed the terrain and landscape of this place to memory.
Though that snake eye had been incomparably terrifying, the Ten Thousand Souls Tomb was practically a super leveling ground tailored specifically for him.
After returning to his ordinary form, Wang Lang quickened his pace as he headed back to Listening Waves Mountain Manor.
Little fox Su Yao followed close behind him without leaving even a single step between them, afraid of getting lost.
Listening Waves Mountain Manor was named after the broad river beside Mingyue Mountain, which flowed day and night without pause.
Whenever strong winds rose, the roar of the pines resonated with the roar of the river, creating a vast and mighty spectacle. Thus came the name Listening Waves.
Yet this enormous manor was especially empty and desolate.
"Langzi, this is where you live? You live alone in such a huge manor?!"
Su Yao could not help exclaiming as her fox eyes curiously surveyed the surroundings.
Wang Lang gave an affirming grunt, walked to the table, lifted the teapot, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drained it in one gulp.
This tea had been brewed two days ago. It should not have expired yet.
Setting down the teacup, Wang Lang pondered for a moment before saying,
"You're not really planning to follow me forever, are you?"
Su Yao immediately raised her head. "You said you'd protect me. You can't go back on your word!"
Wang Lang did not answer. He simply watched her quietly.
At first, Su Yao forced herself to meet his eyes, but after only a few breaths, that gaze made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She surrendered, drooping her little head. "O-okay... okay... I-I'll tell the truth, all right?"
"I... I do regret sneaking out now."
"I want to go home. I miss my mother... but... I'm too scared to travel that far all alone now..."
"So, so I want to follow you for now! When my mother comes out of seclusion and finds that I'm gone, she'll come looking for me!"
"When that happens... when that happens, I'll repay you properly!"
Wang Lang understood at once.
This unlucky little thing had indeed been scared out of her wits in the Ten Thousand Souls Tomb.
She was filled with fear at the thought of returning alone to the Cloudmist Mountain Range at the edge of Yuan Province.
"Since that's the case, you can stay here with me for the time being."
"However, I do not have many rules here, but there is one you must remember: behave yourself and do not cause trouble for me."
"Absolutely! I promise I'll be good. I definitely won't cause trouble!" The little fox nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.
Wang Lang nodded and said nothing more.
After what had happened in the Ten Thousand Souls Tomb, now that he had returned to the familiar manor, a faint weariness washed over him.
Just as ordinary people relaxed upon returning home, he too wanted to sleep properly.
Though his Spirit Condensation Realm cultivation meant that going without rest would not cause any harm, what was the point of living if not to enjoy oneself?
But before sleeping, he first needed to take a hot bath.
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