Chapter 1637: Chapter 120 Battle Begins_2

Time passed by bit by bit.

In the outside world.

Master Xinyuan’s physical body grew increasingly transparent, and the Membrane Eye at his chest gradually began to heal.

The five divine beasts occasionally fled back into the Spirit Beast Bag within the Membrane Eye, finding safety there, only to sneak out again as soon as it was slightly safer. Yet each time they returned, their aura became more chaotic but also slightly stronger…

Meanwhile, deep within Master Xinyuan’s brow.

The consciousness of the Moro Giant Elephant King commandeered the elephants and Ink Dragons, ravenously devouring the Chaos Origin Substance, and their aura gradually grew stronger as time elapsed…

…

Huangji Continent.

The former Imperial Capital, now the heart of the realm ruled by the True Martial Cultivators.

In the corner of the flourishing big city, a simple and solitary thatched cottage stood alone.

Around the cottage, Class IV True Martial Cultivators clad in Rune Heavy Armor stood vigil, armed, patrolling meticulously with posts every ten steps and sentries every five.

Even though everyone knew that the presence within this cottage could now be deemed invincible in this world, their presence or absence made no difference at all.

Yet, their reverence in their hearts left no room for the slightest negligence.

On this day.

From the golden Dragon Transformation Pool in the sky descended a golden-haired elder, who glanced at the figure inside the cottage, seemingly too respectful to dare any impropriety, respectfully standing guard outside the cottage.

Upon seeing this golden-haired elder, the surrounding True Martial Cultivators all displayed expressions of respect in their eyes.

If the figure inside the cottage was the god revered in their hearts, then this golden-haired elder was undeniably the god’s only servant.

If not for the elder’s presence, suppressing all enemies they encountered, it’s uncertain how many would have perished.

Compared to this somewhat amusing golden-haired elder.

Even those Class V True Martial Cultivators fell slightly short.

Half a day later.

The simple yet tidy door of the cottage was steadily pushed open from within, and out walked an ancient bronze elder, hair and beard flecked with white, yet striding like a dragon and tiger, eyes overflowing with Essence and Qi.

Like a divine weapon freshly sheathed, still leaving a trace of sharpness outside.

“Martial Ancestor!”

Seeing the elder, all the surrounding soldiers respectfully bowed their heads, half-kneeling in salute.

Even the golden-haired elder bowed slightly, saluting the elder:

“Supreme Dragon Transformation, greetings to the Martial Ancestor on emerging from seclusion.”

The Martial Ancestor Wang Xu scanned the soldiers around, finally resting his gaze on the golden-haired elder, nodded calmly, and directly walked past him, his powerful voice echoing all around:

“Disperse, Supreme Dragon Transformation, come with me.”

The soldiers dared not oppose and responded in unison:

“Yes.”

Supreme Dragon Transformation also nodded compliantly, following behind Wang Xu.

Wang Xu casually walked along the street outside the cottage, not hurrying, nodding and smiling slightly in greeting to some city residents who recognized him along the way, although the aura of sharpness from his seclusion had quietly vanished.

He appeared like an ordinary farmer with some strength, looking around, everything seemed novel after not entering the city for so long.

The Supreme Dragon Transformation following behind was already familiar with his habits after emerging from seclusion, reporting recent circumstances in low, quick tones:

“The last batch of rebel cultivators in Tianmo Continent have all been captured by the Northern King, though he sought additional titles, others disagreed, and so it was settled.”

“The Northern King…”

Wang Xu did not halt his steps, smiling as he patted the head of a seven or eight-year-old child who almost ran into him, his demeanor only returning to a hint of indifference when the child had run off:

“Already the Northern King, among so many True Martial Cultivators, only a few can compare in status, isn’t that enough?”

Supreme Dragon Transformation chuckled softly, hinting:

“Well, people always need something to aspire to; if he can’t obtain immortality, he must find something else to replace it.”

“Hmph.”

Wang Xu snorted softly, but did not comment further, instead asking casually:

“No activity in Jingyuan Continent?”

Supreme Dragon Transformation promptly replied:

“None, these Evil Gods aren’t foolish, but sometimes too rigid; they didn’t think to flee while you were in seclusion, only engaging in a few skirmishes with some Kings over there. However, even if they wanted to escape, it would already be difficult; if not for you needing them for honing, they should have been exterminated long ago.”

Wang Xu squinted slightly at these words.

“Honing… is unnecessary now.”

Supreme Dragon Transformation paused, showing a glimmer of delight:

“You’ve crossed into Class VI?”

But then expressed some doubt:

“No, something seems off with your aura…”

Wang Xu remained indifferent:

“No, though I have some insights, I still feel I’m lacking. These Evil Gods of the Kingdom of Immortals hold little pressure for me now; leaving them alive is probably a long-term detriment and spares Jingyuan Continent unnecessary sacrifice.”

Supreme Dragon Transformation furrowed his brows slightly:

“Sacrifices of some mortals are inevitable, if it could help you comprehend the Class VI Dao of True Martial and sweep through the Little Cang World, that should be the priority.”

Wang Xu hesitated in his steps, though not particularly tall, he appeared colossal before Supreme Dragon Transformation, slightly tilting his head, his gaze void of fierceness yet exuding a chilling air, making Supreme Dragon Transformation feel as if a provoked lion was eyeing him.

A chill shot through his heart!

This Wang Xu, he seems to have ascended yet further!

Promptly bowing his head, Supreme Dragon Transformation displayed an ingratiating smile:

“Ahem, I misspoke, Class VI True Martial is important, as are mortals.”

Wang Xu calmly withdrew his gaze and instructed in a detached manner: