After returning to the mortal world, a longsword appeared beneath Xu Wendong’s feet, carrying him towards the direction of the Magic Capital.
But just at that mont.
He received a call from Uncle Long.
Xu Wendong furrowed his brow, surprised that Uncle Long was calling at this ti.
This was not a coincidence.
Because.
Uncle Long was likely closely monitoring the news from the Kunlun Mountains.
Without thinking much, he connected the call: "Uncle Long, is there anything you want to do?"
Uncle Long’s voice was solemn: "Co to Jingdu, it’s better to talk face-to-face about so things."
Xu Wendong curiously asked: "Can’t the matter be discussed over the phone?"
Uncle Long sighed: "During your absence, a major event happened in the mortal world."
Xu Wendong appeared before Uncle Long out of thin air, then hung up the phone: "What happened?"
"What the hell!"
Uncle Long exclaid, even dropping his phone to the ground, having seen Xu Wendong just leave the Kunlun Mountains.
But he couldn’t believe that within monts of conversation, Xu Wendong had arrived in Jingdu.
This made him feel like he was seeing a ghost.
Previously, even if Xu Wendong had entered the Nascent Soul Stage and could teleport, it would’ve been impossible to reach Jingdu from the Kunlun Mountains so quickly.
But he had previously absorbed the soul force of a high monk from the Buddhist sect, making a thousand-kiloter traverse feel like child’s play.
"I’ve already reached the Nascent Soul Stage!" Xu Wendong smiled, raising his eyebrows, then picked up the teapot in front of him and poured a cup of water, drinking leisurely.
"Ah!"
Having thought Uncle Long would be happy to hear he had reached the Nascent Soul Stage, but Uncle Long had a heavy expression and sighed lightly.
"What’s wrong, Uncle Long?" Xu Wendong couldn’t help but ask.
Uncle Long’s expression was complex: "Wendong, your talent is indeed terrifying, but destiny has been a bit harsh on you."
"If you’d returned three days earlier, things wouldn’t have turned out this way."
He then picked up the tablet in front of him, opened a video, and handed it to Xu Wendong: "This was taken by a high-definition satellite cara three days ago."
"At the summit of Mount Tai, a space-ti gate appeared, and from it, two Nascent Soul Stage experts erged."
Xu Wendong’s eyes lit up, and his breathing beca much more urgent; he had been searching for the teleportation array leading to the Cultivation Realm!
Who would have thought that a clue would appear so quickly?
Uncle Long continued: "These two visited , and they were very friendly, without any overbearing deanor."
"They said they ca from the Taoist Sect."
"They ca to the mortal world seeking spiritual bodies to take back for cultivation."
Xu Wendong couldn’t help but ask: "And then?"
Uncle Long: "They took twelve people, including three who have significant ties to you!"
Xu Wendong’s pupils trembled, and he hurriedly asked: "Xu Fan, Jiang Xueyao, Zhong Qiu?"
Uncle Long solemnly nodded: "Yes, according to those two experts, the three have extrely rare constitutions, and with proper cultivation, they might beco immortal."
"However, it seems your three beloved acquaintances were unwilling to follow them to the Cultivation Realm."
"Yet, they couldn’t change their fate and were directly taken away by those two experts."
Damn it!
Xu Wendong was furious, emanating a strong murderous aura.
Although he desperately wished to enter the Cultivation Realm.
He knew full well.
It’s a world where the strong reign supre, and survival of the fittest rules.
That world is exceptionally brutal, and Xu Fan, Jiang Xueyao, Zhong Qiu simply couldn’t adapt.
He also knew, especially beautiful won surviving in such a world, it’s inherently a curse.
Countless would covet their beauty, which is definitely not a good fate for them.
He hated the people who took the three away.
Likewise.
He hated himself for not returning in ti.
If he had returned three days earlier, with his strength, he could have prevented the three from being taken away.
Thinking of this, Xu Wendong suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
Whether it be Xu Fan, Jiang Xueyao, or Zhong Qiu, they all regarded him as soone omnipotent.
But when they needed him the most, he wasn’t there for them.
At that mont, they must have felt despair and helplessness, right?
"Calm down, calm down!" Uncle Long forced himself to resist Xu Wendong’s murderous aura and said: "You being angry now is pointless; the people have already been taken."
"Right, my anger now is futile, only a fool would easily rage." Xu Wendong took a deep breath, striving to calm his emotions.
Then he said: "Uncle Long, I’m heading to Mount Tai first." With those words, he disappeared from Uncle Long’s sight.
Two seconds later.
Xu Wendong appeared at the summit of Mount Tai.
Night.
Dark clouds filled the sky, and no tourists had co to climb the mountain for sunrise on Mount Tai.
Xu Wendong eerily hovered midair, fortunate no one discovered him, otherwise, many would surely have knelt in awe.
After all, Mount Tai is ho to many myths and legends.
And historically, many emperors ca to Mount Tai for rites and sacrifices.
Upon arriving at the summit of Mount Tai.
Xu Wendong slowly closed his eyes, his soul force enveloping Mount Tai, sensing the movent of wind and grass.
Monts later, Xu Wendong opened his eyes, filled with suspicion: "What’s going on? Why haven’t I sensed any formation fluctuations?"
"Could it be that the teleportation array to the Cultivation Realm is one-sidedly activated?"
An ominous premonition arose in Xu Wendong’s heart; if the teleportation array is indeed one-sidedly activated, he wouldn’t be able to find its location.
Nor enter it, thus reaching the Cultivation Realm.
"Perhaps, I should try my luck at the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor."
Xu Wendong recalled what Zhonghu Hermit ntioned last ti, according to them, the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor is a forbidden land, possibly offering a way to enter the Cultivation Realm or even beco immortal.
Thinking of this, Xu Wendong’s silhouette vanished from the summit of Mount Tai, taking less than two breaths to reach Shaanxi Province.
He arrived above the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor.
Then his soul force penetrated the mausoleum, as the experts predicted, a multitude of traps existed within the mausoleum; entering recklessly would risk dying without a burial.
However, these traps couldn’t sense Xu Wendong’s soul force, even if accidentally triggered, they wouldn’t harm him.
Aside from the lethal traps, the mausoleum indeed contained a large amount of rcury.
rcury vapors filled the enclosed space, causing discomfort to Xu Wendong’s soul force.
Yet, all this was within his tolerance range.
The next mont.
He witnessed the grand scene within the imperial tomb.
This place seed like an independent minor world; inside the vast tomb lay a broad area, filled with countless terracotta warriors.
Instilling a strong murderous aura.
Above the tomb were innurable Night Pearls embedded, appearing densely packed, like stars in the sky.
Of course, none of this mattered.
What mattered was.
A Bronze Coffin caught Xu Wendong’s attention.
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