A greater challenge.
Wu Wang never quite understood what Zhong was talking about. But he had conceptualized at an early stage that the challenge might be impossible to et, even with all his effort. This instinctively made Wu Wang sowhat resistant to the secret.
On the other hand, Zhong always avoided his tragedy, prodded things in a good direction, and patiently reminded Wu Wang of aspects he both had and hadn’t considered. In fact, Zhong’s abilities were quite excessive.
Retrospection in ti and space.
Suppression of the tiline.
Reversing against the flow of ti.
Any of these alone were treasures beyond the understanding of supre beings like Emperor Shun, the Candle Dragon, and the Third God King. But even with such treasures, and himself at a point on the tiline who had reached the end of ti and space and created them, Wu Wang still had to resort to such ’cheating’ thods to seek more chances of winning.
The path he was now on was to mold a perfect Eastern Emperor—one without hidden injuries or underlying regrets, possessing ample fighting spirit, vigorous vitality, and a complete Heavenly Dao, thodically planning to take control of all the Great Dao within heaven and earth. Even the Eastern Emperor’s Bell, hinting, indicating, and designing in all sorts of ways, had led him, Wu Wang, down a shortcut. The reason behind it seed to be to ’save ti,’ to give him more ti to prepare, to plan, to comprehend.
What kind of disaster was it? The Third God King gone mad and returning? The advent of the First Divine Era once again?
Wu Wang couldn’t figure it out, and he had never asked. But today, Shen Nong’s words had successfully stirred the hidden longing in Wu Wang’s heart.
Whether it’s a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk!
Cough, no, not that.
What kind of crisis is lurking in this seemingly bright journey? Show it now, Zhong!
DANG—
A clear and resonant toll of the bell rang out, and Wu Wang’s surroundings were already enveloped in mist. A large bell slowly erged, its shadow half tangible and half ethereal. Wu Wang looked at this sowhat ’dreamlike’ bell, at the imprints on its body that bore the mark of vicissitudes, and sighed softly in his heart.
A cluster of light and shadow ford in front of the large bell, but this ti it did not transform into Wu Wang’s figure; instead, it took the form of a young girl. Slender in build, wearing a short skirt, her face felt sowhat familiar to Wu Wang
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