📖 Chapter 1352 - Search

18 Sep, 2024

The moment this gigantic Desire Body appeared, the crystal of desire in Wang Baole’s dantian also melted instantaneously and spread throughout his body. The substructure of his fleshly body seemed to be changing as the law of tongue’s desire thoroughly fused into him.

During this fusion, Wang Baole’s mind suddenly rumbled. His divine will seemed to be yanked out of his body by a mysterious force, drifting upward into the sky, passing through the endless red mist, and even returning to the second layer, the World Realm.

Things didn’t end there. Even after reaching the World Realm, his divine will continued being dragged upward, eventually coming to the end of the sky again. At this point, he seemed to break through some sort of barrier, and he appeared in… a world of endless ruins.

In this world, Wang Baole saw a mountain.

A vast mountain… but at the same time, a person sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The peak of this mountain was a person’s head. Their facial features were blurry, but a black nail could be seen piercing the center of their brows.

And it was this mountain that was dragging Wang Baole’s divine will.

However, perhaps the attractive force wasn’t great enough, or maybe Wang Baole’s divine will wasn’t strong enough; in any case, the moment the mountain fell into his vision, Wang Baole’s mind blanked out.

All of a sudden, his eyes flew open. He was still in the Buried Realm, ears full of the congratulatory voices of Cheng Lingzi and the others. Lifting his head, he looked up at the vault of heaven with a profound light flickering through his eyes.

‘That was… the Emperor…’

Falling silent, Wang Baole carefully evaluated his current state. Unlike before, his law of tongue’s desire seemed to be perfectly integrated with his body rather than focused in his dantian.

In this state, he had a greater understanding of the law of tongue’s desire.

In Wang Baole’s current perception, the law of tongue’s desire was like a trapezoid with the Desire Lord at the top. However, the Desire Lord wasn’t the true sourcepoint of the law of tongue’s desire.

‘The true sourcepoint is… the Emperor…

‘In that case, the Desire Lord is the largest branch beneath the true sourcepoint!

‘While the true sourcepoint is sleeping, the largest branch naturally becomes king.’ Lost in thought, Wang Baole analyzed his own law of tongue’s desire. Cultivating the Emperor’s seven emotions and six desires meant that he could be suppressed and even subtly influenced by them. However, there was also a benefit, that being the fact that he could get closer to the Emperor. It was like a gamble; there was no right or wrong, only differing choices.

At the same time, Wang Baole could tell that his law of tongue’s desire as a Gluttony Lord was also a branch, and this branch acme not from the Desire Lord, but from the slumbering true sourcepoint.

It was just that in comparison with the Desire Lord’s branch, a Gluttony Lord’s branch was much smaller.

‘Becoming a Gluttony Lord caused my divine will to see the Emperor. In that case, if I cultivate the other five of the six desires and reach the realm second only to the Desire Lords there, the same thing will likely happen.’ Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. His gigantic Desire Body blurred, and he soon returned to the size of a normal human being. Suddenly, he looked over at Cheng Lingzi and the other six mincemeat acolytes.

The latter were trembling in awe at the moment, but they were also sighing in relief. After all, since Wang Baole had successfully become a Gluttony Lord, there was no need for them to continue contributing their law of tongue’s desire.

In comparison, Cheng Lingzi was far more excited. His whole body shook as he looked at Wang Baole, and he even seemed more excited than Wang Baole himself.

Wang Baole wasn’t too surprised by this. His original body had often encountered similar fellows. Generally speaking, these people’s minds had been broken by the original body, resulting in some sort of pathological dependence.

‘The original body is too shameless!’ Wang Baole habitually muttered inwardly. As for his own situation, he didn’t think that he had broken Cheng Lingzi’s mind at all. Rather, it was his method of doing things that had won the other party’s reverence and devotion.

When his thoughts reached this point, Wang Baole gave Cheng Lingzi an appreciative look.

For Cheng Lingzi, this appreciative glance was the greatest possible motivation. His mind trembled as he became even more excited.

“Benefactor, shall we return now?” In high spirits, Cheng Lingzi loudly spoke.

“No hurry.” Wang Baole shook his head. He looked into the distance before slowly closing his eyes.

Here in the Buried Realm, aside from advancing to Gluttony Lord, there were two more things he had to do. One was catching the escaped finger of the fallen god – he couldn’t give up on the chance to drastically improve his law of tongue’s desire.

As for the other thing, he needed to go deep underground again and take another look at the person crying for help…

The former was beneficial for his individual strength, while the latter would grant him a better understanding of this world and help him learn more about the Emperor.

Before, when he hadn’t been a Gluttony Lord, he’d had no choice but to retreat. But now, the situation was different. Whether it was the finger of the fallen god or the world underground, Wang Baole had a certain degree of confidence in handling them.

‘I should go after the finger first.’ As Wang Baole closed his eyes, his divine will slowly spread out, following a resonance from deep in his heart. After a few breaths of time, his eyes flew open.

“Cheng Lingzi, wait here.” With that, Wang Baole took a step toward the sky and disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already on the distant horizon, soaring up into the red mist.

This red mist was actually somewhat corrosive, but when Wang Baole unleashed his law of tongue’s desire, this corrosion not only didn’t harm his body but even subtly nourished him. Sighing with emotion, Wang Baole suddenly thought of a new possibility for the source of this omnipresent red mist.

However, there wasn’t enough information to truly come to a conclusion, so Wang Baole suppressed his thoughts and focused on the resonance of the tracking imprint. Just like that, he flew through the mist at high speed, getting closer and closer to his target.

After an incense stick’s worth of time, Wang Baole came to a halt. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at dense clouds of red mist ahead of him, then raised his hand and pressed it forward. In an instant, a violent force rumbled out, sweeping across the surroundings like a storm and blowing away much of the mist in front of him. Soon, the thick clouds that had obscured all vision turned into a thin haze of mist.

And through this haze, Wang Baole could see the fallen god’s finger that he’d been pursuing. Astonishing pressure emanated from the thousand-zhang-long finger, and though it floated motionless, its black tentacles swayed in a mysterious rhythm.

“Found it!” Licking his lips, Wang Baole unleashed his law of tongue’s desire. His body instantly expanded to more than three hundred zhang, and he took a step forward.