Man covers the sky and conquers all worlds

Chapter 176 The Strange Nine Cauldrons World

[Consumed 13409 points of Dao power... Coordinates... Nine Cauldrons World, clone crosses realm!]

hum!
An endless, chaotic light suddenly surged in the heart of dawn.

In an instant, it submerged that scroll, the Myriad Paths of Heaven and Earth, hanging at the end of his heart.

Even though Li Ming is now at the third level of the Dao Palace Divine Treasury, his mental state is even higher than his current level.

Yet... even in that instant, a sense of disorientation arose.

After a moment of confusion, he felt as if his mind had been elevated to an infinitely high and distant level.

The indescribable tactile sensation encompassed his spiritual power.

A vast expanse of colorful lights, like a sea of ​​stars, suddenly came into his view.

At this moment, compared to his last crossing over into the Northern Song Dynasty's realm, the situation was clearer.

In this indescribable and peculiar state, he could even sense a bizarre world of black and white intertwined, standing in the endless distance of the vast universe.

Just as his thoughts were racing and he wanted to observe further, a bizarre and surreal scene enveloped him.

When that completely different, scorching heat suddenly overwhelmed his senses, Dawn was somewhat surprised.
"The Nine Cauldrons World... is different now?"

……

Woo!
As the sun sets, a chilly wind blows, crows caw, and wild dogs scatter.

A few eerie phosphorescent lights flickered and scattered across the desolate mountain, accompanied by the occasional howling of the wind, like the wailing of ghosts.

Packs of wild dogs and jackals lurked in the darkness, their eerie, nimble eyes gleaming.

It makes sounds of gnawing on bones and devouring flesh from time to time!

This was a brutal battlefield!

Broken chariots, broken long-haired weapons, shattered metal armor... even severed limbs were scattered over a radius of dozens of miles.

Amidst the devastation of war, the area within a radius of hundreds of miles was almost devoid of large-scale human presence.

Only a few survivors, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes resembling beggars, hid in the darkest corners, waiting for darkness to fall.

Within the cold, damp ditch, the dying Innate Golden Core expert from Qinghu Island gazed listlessly at the sky.

His white hair was soaked in sewage, and his spiritual sword was broken in front of him, with half of the blade even piercing his chest.

In an era when the Void Realm did not exist, Innate Golden Core experts were considered the most powerful combat force in the Nine Cauldrons World.

The more easily one's natal sword is broken, the more likely they are to be killed by that sword.

It was absolutely devastating!
But perhaps it was that person's twisted sense of humor, because even so, it still couldn't completely sever his tenacious vitality.

Instead, they cruelly left him a sliver of hope, letting him witness firsthand everything he had once been so proud of.

All of it vanished completely, just like the setting sun gradually sinking below the horizon!
Whoosh!

The cold wind swept across the mountains and valleys, ruffling his long white eyebrows and bringing him a final sliver of clarity.

As if sensing death approaching, he used his last bit of strength to pull out the broken sword that had pierced his chest.

puff!
Dark red blood shot into the sky.

His eyes widened in anger as he gazed up at the sky.
"Great Demon from beyond the heavens... In my next life... I will surely kill you..."

Bang!

The broken sword fell to the ground, and his life force, along with the setting sun, completely dissipated.

Ouch!

In the thick, inky darkness, several pairs of emerald green eyes suddenly lit up, and following the strong smell of blood, they rushed over with strange cries.

Zheng!
Although the sword's master is dead, the broken sword, forged over countless years, is immortal.

This was the last vestige of kindness, the last glimmer of hope, of this swordsman at the innate Golden Core stage, as he faced death. This sword technique, passed down through generations, was inscribed upon the broken sword.

He hoped that his swordsmanship could be passed down to future generations.

And... one day, someone will be able to use his swordsmanship to take revenge on those extraterrestrial trolls!
laugh!
A faint wisp of sword energy erupted, and three wild dogs howled in agony before being severed from their bodies, their foul-smelling blood splattering across the battlefield.

Ouch!

But this scene did not frighten the remaining stray dogs.

Furthermore, the stimulation of blood causes their stomach acid to secrete wildly, further arousing their ferocity.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng……

One after another, faint wisps of sword energy fell weakly into the void.

The trembling, broken sword embryo was dull and lifeless.

Until the last wisp of sword energy was unleashed, it didn't even sever the wild dog's fur before completely dissipating into the void.

cold!
The corpse was stiff and cold!
pain!
The excruciating pain of having my muscles, bones, and skin ripped apart!

As thoughts gathered, even with his level of cultivation at dawn, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation... and an endless rage!
This is the body's last obsession.

"Even martial artists at the Innate Golden Core level are left to rot in the wilderness?"

Feeling the various negative sensations emanating from his body, Li Ming remained indifferent, simply spreading his spiritual power throughout his entire body.

At the same time, an intense, vivid pain surged into his heart like waves.

But this is everything one must endure to control this body.

His mental power was like the adhesive that held together the broken meridians and flesh of this body.

As his mental energy touched it, the flesh and blood, which had been stiff and cold, slowly softened.

At dawn, he peered into his dantian, only to find it had already been shattered by the broken sword.

Scattered among them are specks of golden light, likely remnants of the shattered golden core.

This body is less than a hundred years old, yet it has been refined to an extremely high level.

Roughly equivalent to the other side level of the world of Shrouding the Heavens!
That is, the innate Golden Core level martial artist of this world!
Fortunately, his mental strength was incredibly powerful, like countless invisible needles stimulating the acupoints, internal organs, and bones of this body.

Boom!
The heartbeat, like a giant drum, shook the surrounding area.

Within this body, a wisp of new blood energy was actually born.

At the same time, a vast expanse of memories surged toward dawn like a tidal wave.

The Myriad Paths Diagram, which should have transmitted all the information immediately, finally lit up after a long period of stagnation:

[The host has arrived in the Four Extremes Level Nine Cauldrons World (Mutation)!]

[If the host dies in this world after crossing the boundary, all gains in this world will be lost.]

[The roots of this world have been compiled for the host. By burning the power of Taoism, all the abilities of the main world can be copied to the incarnation.]

[Defeat or kill the powerful in this world, and rewrite the direction of the world's trend, all are possible...]

[An indescribable change has occurred in this world. Find out and eliminate the cause to gain additional Dao power.]

[After the incarnation returns to the main world, it burns the power of Taoism and can perfectly merge with the true body, accepting all the gains in this world.]

"The mutated Nine Cauldrons World..."

With some difficulty, Li Ming lifted his eyelids, his heart trembling slightly.

The last time he tried to enter the Nine Cauldrons World, the coordinates he was shown were at the level of half-step into the Four Extremes.

This time, however, he directly stepped into the fourth level!

In other words, the Myriad Paths Diagram has detected that there are powerful beings at the Four Extremes level in this world!
(End of this chapter)