š Chapter 1312 - Clever
Wang Baole didnāt answer. Instead, he merely looked at the drunkard in front of him with a profound gaze. Soon, the other party disappeared, and even the whole world disappeared, collapsing like a popped bubble and returning to nothingness.
In that instant, when dreams and reality were intertwined, Wang Baole closed his eyes and activated his Dream Dao. At the same time, beneath the Heaven Trampling Bridge on the Immortal Astral Continent, Wang Baoleās true self gradually blurred. It was as if he had become part of a painting and the painter was erasing him brushstroke by brushstroke.
As the Wang Baole on the Immortal Astral Continent disappeared, the Wang Baole in the place between dreams and reality slowly opened his eyes. His body that was originally just a ray of consciousness gradually became real flesh and blood. When his eyes completely openedā¦
He was no longer in a dream.
What he saw in front of himā¦ was an unfamiliar world!
The sky here was a fiery red. It seemed as if blood was smeared all over it, giving off an indescribably wicked sensation.
As for the land, it was completely barren. There was not a single blade of grass, nor were there traces of any other kind of life. Even things like rubble and ruins couldnāt be seen anywhere.
It was as if this place was a forbidden area for living things.
The whole world seemed to be filled with desolation and decay. The wind wasnāt gentle, but rough; as it fell on Wang Baoleās body, he felt as if his skin was being corroded.
āThis windā¦ contains a special power of law. It seems to be draining my life force.ā Wang Baole fell silent. After glancing around again, he sent his divine sense out in all directions.
Wang Baole wanted to see just what kind of place this was, but there was some sort of suppression limiting the range of his divine sense. Even so, he was still able to look over an area that was as large as the entire stele world.
Unfortunatelyā¦ within the range of his divine sense, there was nothing of note. No matter how far he looked, he could only see barren, desolate lands devoid of any semblance of life.
Narrowing his eyes, Wang Baole leaped up into the sky, bursting with speed as he flew into the distance. After flying continuously for four hours, his brows slowly furrowed.
According to his knowledge, Source Universe Dao Void had 108 universes created by 108 Almighties. Logically speaking, he should be in one of those universes at the moment, butā¦ he had already been flying at maximum speed for four hours. Even if his divine sense was being suppressed, he should still have been able to cross an entire universe in this time.
But until now, he hadnāt even seen the edge of the continent, never mind the universe. Furthermore, he still couldnāt find any traces of life.
āSomethingās wrong. How could there be no life here? Then, what was up with the countless stars I saw in the Dream Dao?ā
Standing in the air beneath the crimson vault of heaven, Wang Baole looked down at the ground below him. After a while, he turned his head and looked back up to the sky. Since the land seemed to be without end, he planned to see if he could find anything by heading upward.
As this though occurred to him, Wang Baole immediately started flying toward the crimson vault of heaven above him. However, a strange phenomenon appeared again; no matter how fast or how high he flew, even when everything around him had long been filled with crimson light, the sky simply stretched endlessly around him.
It was as if this world was infinite and boundless. It was all but impossible to reach anywhere new.
In the end, the crimson light became so strong that it began to turn into tangible mist, but even so, Wang Baole remained trapped without a way out.
Frowning, a cold light flashed through Wang Baoleās eyes. After a moment of thought, he circulated his Eight Extremes Dao, and the power of the five elements flowed through his body. He was preparing to forcefully break this world open.
But at that moment, his expression suddenly shifted as he detected a fluctuation in the range of his divine sense. If his divine sense was compared to a lake, then the fluctuation was like a pebble falling in and causing a tiny ripple.
As soon as he noticed this fluctuation, Wang Baole had already locked onto it with his divine will. There, inside the area of the red mist, was a figure shooting through the sky at an extremely high speed.
This figure was quite strange. In terms of speed, they were far inferior to Wang Baole. But then again, even with Wang Baoleās current cultivation base, he was unable to see the figure clearly.
However, as his perception swept over the figure, he could vaguely sense a joyful intent. This intent even affected himself, and a hint of joy bloomed in his heart involuntarily.
There were two equally blurry figures rapidly chasing after the first. These two figures were even more bizarre than the joyful figure. To be precise, theyā¦ werenāt completely real.
In Wang Baoleās perception, the two pursuers seemed to be flickering between reality and illusion. When they were real, he could vaguely recognize human shapes, but when they turned illusory, there was nothing left of them but music, two rhythms that Wang Baole had never heard before. Both rhythms had different tempos, one fast and the other slow.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After observing for a moment, he found that the three figures were about to leave the range of his divine sense. Thus, eyes flashing brightly, he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already amidst the three figures. His sudden arrival made the person being chased pause, and even the two pursuers were left stunned.
As soon as he got there, the appearances of the three figures were all reflected in his eyes. He could now see that the one being chased was a young man with a pale complexion, whose face couldnāt be considered attractive. Nevertheless, upon seeing this person, an irrepressible joy rose up in Wang Baoleās heart.
The two pursuers were both middle-aged men. Their expressions were gloomy and cold, and there was an indescribable aloofness to them.
Although Wang Baoleās sudden arrival stunned these two for a moment, they didnāt slow down at all and rushed at him. As they moved, their figures blurred and then disappeared, turning into two rhythms that sped toward Wang Baole.
āWhat kind of divine ability are they using?ā Turning to look at the young man being chased, Wang Baole asked in curiosity.
Just as he finished asking, the rhythms entered Wang Baoleās ears, and his body suddenly seemed to be controlled. A mysterious force appeared within him, threatening to surge and drown him out.
This surprised Wang Baole greatly. He immediately suppressed the two rhythms in his body with his monstrous cultivation base and carefully sensed them, like an ancient desolate beast observing a tiny earthworm.
Meanwhile, the young man who was being chased obviously didnāt know what kind of existence Wang Baole was. His eyes flashed as he sneered contemptuously.
āIn front of songweavers from Earās Desire City, he actually let their rhythms into his body. This person must be an Ancient who just woke up. Hah, what an idiot. What kind of person asks a question like that after just meeting someone? Only a fool would answer him.ā The young man snorted coldly. His gaze when looking at Wang Baole was like that of someone staring at a corpse. He was certain that this newcomer would die in the next moment, so he immediately turned around to run.
But before he could fly more than a couple zhang away, he sensed that the two rhythms behind himā¦ abruptly disappeared!
Shocked, the young man subconsciously turned around. When he saw the scene behind him, his eyes widened. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.
āYou, you, youā¦ā
What the young man saw behind him was Wang Baole playing around with two music notes, looking at them curiously as he wiggled them between his fingers.
These music notes were trembling violently, as if they were absolutely terrified. The rhythms they gave off changed, becoming dissonant and tinged with plaintive wails.
Moments ago, these two rhythms had entered Wang Baoleās body, but they almost instantly crashed into the obstacle that was his vast cultivation base. They had wanted to escape at that point, butā¦ obviously, it was too late.
āWhat kind of divine ability are they using?ā When he noticed that the young man had stopped, Wang Baole looked up from the struggling music notes and asked again.
The young man inhaled sharply. After a moment of hesitation, he obediently answered in great detail.
āSenior, they are cultivators of Earās Desire City. Their cultivation method is based on sound. All those sounds you heard were the result of their cultivation. Those who cultivate to a certain extent can transform into rhythms, making them undying and inextinguishable.ā