Opportunity Detection

"The Eighth Layer of Mystical Passage!"

Fu Yuan had spent eighty days and nights on the Ordinary Road and successfully broken through to the Eighth Layer of Profound Opening, only one layer short of the limit of Profound Opening.

The original owner of his body had been a Holy Son-level monstrous talent to begin with, and his cultivation speed had never been slow. With the twofold boost to his cultivation speed, he was a match for an Emperor's Son.

But Fu Yuan's foundations were too terrifying. He had tempered both body and spirit to perfection, so it had taken him three years of arduous cultivation to break through six layers.

A black sun radiated white light, while a white crescent moon illuminated the darkness. It was an exceedingly bizarre world.

"Almost there, almost there!" the youth murmured, his gaze resolute. Far ahead stood a majestic, imposing pass. Its two gates divided heaven and earth, standing firm through the ages.

One of the entrances to the first pass of the World Road.

There were countless entrances before the ten passes of the World Road, which also meant there were countless versions of its first nine passes. The prodigies at each set of passes made names for themselves and rose along the way, forging invincible Dao hearts.

Beyond the tenth pass, each pass was unique. Only there lay the stage for the strongest monstrous talents, the true battleground where Emperor's Sons and ancient freaks clashed.

The World Road, fourth pass.

Secret realm, Heavenly Heart Mountain.

"The place where a wisp of a shattered immortal heart fell?" The black-robed youth walked forward slowly, specks of golden light appearing beneath his feet. An incomplete killing formation lay here; fully activated, it could slay a Peak Nirvana cultivator.

The young marquis Luo Feng's eyes were deep as he placed every step on a weak point in the killing formation.

No matter how killing intent filled the heavens, he walked on at ease. Luo Feng entered the center of the formation at an unhurried pace, formed hand seals, and conjured a white lotus imprint.

Boom!

The lotus imprint sank into the ground, and the incomplete killing formation began to collapse. A beam of white light surged from its center into the sky, dazzling beyond measure.

After the light faded, an utterly white object shaped like a drop of water appeared, floating before Luo Feng.

"My luck in this life is pretty good." Luo Feng reached out with a large hand and caught it. He then sat cross-legged and practiced the cultivation method of directing the five hearts toward heaven.

A bloodline pagoda of nine colors-white, green, blue, black, yellow, orange, purple, red, and gold-appeared, suspended above his head. The gold was brilliantly radiant.

This young marquis, who kept his abilities hidden and never sparred with his peers, was a genuine Emperor's Son-level monstrous talent with a peak ninth-grade bloodline.

As that wisp of a shattered immortal heart imprint was refined, an illusory white lotus imprint slowly appeared between his brows, pure and sacred, containing extraordinary power.

As the refinement progressed, the imprint slowly changed from illusory to real. Luo Feng's presence surged wildly outward, and the presence of the peak of the Ninth Layer of Mystical Passage filled a corner of the world.

The nine-story bloodline pagoda trembled, its golden light growing ever more brilliant. A golden figure that towered between heaven and earth appeared behind him, its overwhelmingly powerful presence terrifying.

He was breaking through. Not only was he shattering the limit of Profound Opening and entering the Tenth Layer of Profound Opening, but his bloodline was also undergoing a transformation, on the verge of surpassing the ninth grade.

The World Road, third pass.

The disciples of Blood Demon Mountain had gathered together. More than ten prodigies at the Ninth Layer of Mystical Passage had fierce light in their eyes as they looked pityingly at the man across from them. A fist-sized piece of celestite hung at his waist.

An ordinary man was innocent, but carrying a treasure made him guilty. Fools who did not know to hide it never lived long.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no wish to make enemies. Hand over what does not belong to you, and you may leave." A Blood Demon Mountain prodigy spoke arrogantly, his presence immensely powerful, his blood Qi surging.

As he spoke, the people of Blood Demon Mountain unleashed their full presence. More than ten pillars of blood surged, radiating powerful pressure.

He did not intend to let the other man go; he merely enjoyed the feeling of a weakling giving in.

The gold-robed man's face was full of disdain. No matter how the ages changed, there would always be ants who could not tell who stood above them, baring their fangs at a true dragon and courting death.

"Blood Demon Mountain's methods are as filthy as ever."

"Behaving like this, sooner or later they'll kick an iron plate."

The onlookers nearby criticized them in low voices, despising Blood Demon Mountain's actions.

But the next moment, everyone was shaken. The man in gold was terrifying beyond measure. The presence of the Tenth Layer of Mystical Passage filled heaven and earth as he took the initiative to attack. Like a wolf among sheep, he carried out a one-sided slaughter.

He was not particularly fast, yet the more than ten prodigies at the Ninth Layer of Mystical Passage could not so much as touch the hem of his robe. Slaughterous sword intent surged across the sky, blood scattered, and someone fell with every breath.

"At the very least, he's a Holy Son!" The spectators were horrified. With such methods, he killed one person per breath, one man breaking ten thousand troops. It was too extraordinary, too terrifying.

The prodigy leading Blood Demon Mountain had bloodshot eyes, and his body trembled. He was overcome with regret. Before attacking, he had thought the other man was merely a fool who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, but after the man struck...

A suffocating sense of helplessness swept through him. His opponent was no sheep, but a tyrannical dragon that feared nothing, a tyrannical dragon who could rival a Holy Son.

There was no time left for regret. Golden sword intent slashed toward him and cut through his body like a blade through tofu.

In ten breaths, he casually wiped out everyone from Blood Demon Mountain. He turned and left as calmly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze, disdaining to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

"Fellow Daoist, which Holy Son are you?" a prodigy asked respectfully.

"A Holy Son?" The youth in gold slowed his steps, shook his head slightly, and a faint smile curved his lips. "I am Dugu Baitian!"

With that, he quickly departed, vanishing over the horizon.

"He isn't a monstrous talent from a major power, but his combat strength is by no means weaker than a Holy Son's." After a brief silence, someone spoke up, believing he would make a tremendous name for himself on the World Road and stir up a storm of blood.

"Dugu?" A prodigy from the Western Heavenly Palace spoke in a trembling voice. "Is it the legendary ancient emperor clan, Dugu?"

The Heavenly Emperor who founded the Emperor Dao Era, held open the vault of heaven, and ushered in the age of the Three Emperors and Four Venerables-his precise name was unknown. The karma tied to the name of such a figure was too great; ancient histories dared not record it, and it could not be spoken through the ages.

But his surname was Dugu!

The Heavenly Emperor's clan, the foremost clan of all ages: Dugu!

"Not a Holy Son!" someone said with difficulty, his voice trembling. "Could he be an Emperor's Son?"

Watching Dugu Baitian's departing figure, the crowd wore varying expressions. If he truly was an Emperor's Son of the Dugu family who had emerged into the world, cultivating the Heavenly Emperor's supreme art, who among his peers could fight him?

In his fourth month on the Emperor Road, Fu Yuan finally finished walking the Ordinary Road. He crossed the gates that divided heaven and earth and entered the first pass of the Emperor Road.

"Sign in!"

[Ding! Successfully signed in at the World Road (true). Congratulations, host, you have obtained a six-star reward: Opportunity Detection LV3. It can detect opportunities within a thousand-li radius!]

[Note: Opportunities involving "emperors" or "immortals" cannot be detected!]

[Ding! Sign-in location refreshed. Host, please sign in at the top of the Lone Lamp Pavilion (World Road, fifth pass)!]

The system's ethereal voice rang out in his mind, and Fu Yuan was overjoyed. The opportunities on the World Road were unknown; if he searched for them one by one, let alone ten years, even a hundred or a thousand years would only be enough to find one percent.

[Ding! Opportunity detected one hundred li ahead: the Grand Cloud Whip, a low-grade spiritual treasure.]

[Ding! Opportunity detected fifty li ahead: Mystical Passage Pill.]

[Ding! Opportunity detected ten li ahead: Vajra Sutra Fragmentary Page.]

Practice proved that detection worked very well, but the first pass of the World Road had no opportunities worthy of Fu Yuan's attention.