"I wonder, friend, is there a way to ascend to the upper world?" Wei Wuya asked bluntly.
"If fellow Taoist can provide help, I, Yanghuo Palace, are willing to exchange it at a price that makes fellow Taoist absolutely satisfied!"
He did not want to wait in despair for his life to run out like his predecessors in the palace did.
As long as he could ascend to the upper realm, Wei Wuya could give up everything in the Yuanyang Realm.
"Two hundred and thirty-three years later, there will be an opportunity." To Wei Wuya's expectation, Bai Mo directly said an extremely specific number, so specific that Wei Wuya didn't believe it.
"Two hundred and thirty-three years later?"
Although he was a little confused, he still wrote down the number after hearing it, and was ready to go back and investigate in detail what relevant information there was.
The only thing that the old monster who has reached this point still cares about is ascension.
Wei Wuya didn't know why the other party could tell a specific number, but he still had nearly seven hundred years to live, so it wasn't that he couldn't wait.
"Fellow Taoist, can you tell me in more detail? Wei must be richly rewarded." Seeing that hope was right in front of him, Wei Wuya couldn't help but ask.
"That's all."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I don't know your name, can you give me some tips?"
The ruthless monks have no human feelings to speak of. If they really don't want to say it, no matter how hard they talk, it's no use. They are just like a stone that neither oil nor salt can enter, and neither soft nor hard food can eat.
As for Wei Wuya's last so-called advice, it was to confirm which level of god transformation the other party was at.
"White ink."
As soon as these two words came out, Wei Wuya felt as if the world was shaking.
A white sun began to condense on Bai Mo's head.
The white ball of light expanded in size and emitted more and more dazzling light.
Gradually, within the thousand-mile radius of the sky, the white ball of light overwhelmed the real sun, and the sunlight was eclipsed in the dazzling white light.
The dark clouds that remained after the previous rain were directly dispersed and torn apart by the endless white light.
Wei Wuya discovered that this white light seemed invisible, but was actually extremely domineering. It was as heavy as a stone when it fell on him. He believed that if another Golden Core cultivator were to bear such pressure here, he would be crushed to pieces in an instant.
However, he looked at his surroundings. The white light falling on the trees in the mountains was no different from ordinary sunlight. It seemed that he was the only one being oppressed at this moment.
Wei Wuya moved his ten fingers slightly, and dozens of probing spells with different attributes flew out from his body and rushed towards the white sun.
Faced with unknown moves, he first needs to collect intelligence and determine the opponent's attributes so that he can exercise corresponding restraint.
"No attributes? Just pure mana?!"
The results of the test shocked Wei Wuya, because very few people in the world of immortality used pure non-attributed magic to attack. They usually used elemental attributes such as metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, or special attribute spells such as light, darkness, space, and time.
A purely non-attributed magic attack is like using a sword made of ooze to slash people, and is extremely cost-effective.
But this white sun is equivalent to carrying a mountain-sized super giant sword to kill people... Even if it is made of mud, no one can withstand it.
I don’t know whether it counts as hacking someone to death or smashing someone to death.
Faced with this pure battle of mana, Wei Wuya could only resist with force against force, but no matter how many spells he cast or how many tricks he used to resist, the white light still seemed endless.
The opponent's total amount of mana is not like what a god-transforming monk can have.
Wei Wuya, who was in the middle stage of divine transformation, had fought against several hidden old monsters in the late stage of divine transformation, but he was far less uncomfortable than today's scene.
It became increasingly difficult for him to hold on in this white light. For a moment, Wei Wuya even hesitated whether the other party suddenly had murderous intentions...
A ruthless guy doesn't need to have murderous intent, joy or anger to kill.
As long as they think you're in the way, they'll just kick you out of the way, that's all.
"Supernatural power, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!"
Faced with this situation, Wei Wuya quickly stopped the unnecessary consumption of mana, because he couldn't consume Taoist Bai at all, and directly used his own magical power to randomly move thousands of miles away in an instant.
This magical power is the basis for his survival. Although random teleportation is a bit tricky, and the cool-down period is not short, the advantage is that the distance is extremely long. Even in the basic battle of becoming a god, he can leave the battlefield at any time and throw away his opponent.
"This guy, maybe he already has the magic power of the Void Refining Stage... In a place like Yuanyang Realm, I'm afraid there won't be any opponents..."
In an instant, he was thousands of miles away. With Wei Wuya's god-level perception, he could still vaguely "see" the great sun transformed by Bai Mo... He left without looking back.
…
"Junior brother, are you sure that this Taoist Bai is really a monk from the upper realm?"
In Yanghuo Palace, Supreme Elder Ji Xuande was talking to another Supreme Elder Wei Wuya about their previous outings.
The god-transforming monks were closely related to the ascension passage, and Ji Xuande had to confirm it again.
"Seven days ago, I fought against him once."
"How is the result?"
"It's a pity to lose."
"..."
After hearing these words, Ji Xuande understood the opponent's strength.
Based on his understanding of this face-conscious junior brother over the years, he would only let him loosen his tone unless the gap was really huge.
If the fight goes back and forth, he will describe the enemy as barely able to resist.
If you are being suppressed and beaten, you will be described as if both parties are on equal footing and neither can do anything to the other.
As for a move to avoid defeat...
"Is it possible that Junior Brother Wuya couldn't even block one of his moves?" Ji Xuande couldn't help but think based on Junior Brother's spring and autumn brushwork.
"If you are defeated by one move, it is also a move that is worth losing..."
In order to take care of the face of this junior brother, Ji Xuande still did not say what was in his heart. The two of them had known each other for nearly a thousand years, and their personalities were extremely familiar to each other.
"The profound principles contained in this Taoist's moves far exceed those of any god-transformation monk I have ever come into contact with, and are definitely beyond the reach of monks in this world."
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, Wei Wuya continued to cry to death.
"And what do you mean by the chance of ascension after 233 years?"
Ji Xuande was too lazy to talk about his junior brother's combat power and turned the topic to more important matters.
"I don't know, he only said this time."
"I will die in about three hundred years. If it is true, then I will die on this day!"
Ji Xuande is a great monk in the late stage of becoming a god. His cultivation has been polished and perfected for a long time. However, he has been stuck in Yuanyang Realm because he has no way to ascend.
Going to the outer world would be almost impossible, and he would not choose this path until the last moment, so he stayed in Yanghuo Palace waiting for his chance to change.
