Chapter 184: Leaving the Land of Reincarnation

Fellow Daoist, are you really going to choose this puppet? Mu Ying asked in surprise.

Wang Ping nodded, though he felt a bit strange, but Mu Ying couldn't say anything, so he immediately executed the hand seal, a stream of spiritual power shot out, and the light shield covering the puppet slowly dissipated.

Wang Ping calmly picked it up, but his heart was actually bursting with excitement—this is a major killer weapon!

Unlike the Five Elements Forbidden Formation, as the old man said, this war puppet can keep fighting as long as it has a source of spiritual power; its core components are not subject to irreparable damage, so they can be repaired and used.

After putting the war puppet into his storage bracelet, Wang Ping directly chose to leave.

Swish!

Wang Ping's figure appeared outside the Land of Inheritance; he looked back at the Land of Inheritance, shook his head and smiled—Mu Ying and the others obviously still harbored secrets, not wanting him to know, so they stared at him unblinkingly when he took the war puppet.

Wang Ping had no interest in those secrets, so he left directly!

But he hadn't flown far when the sky over the Land of Reincarnation suddenly darkened!

At the same time, the whole heaven and earth trembled; a massive aura came from the horizon, and Wang Ping crashed to the ground with a bang.

What's happening?

Wang Ping gasped! At that moment, the old man's anxious voice sounded in his mind: "Wang Ping! Come in quickly! A Great Vehicle cultivator is fighting in the spatial turbulence outside the Land of Reincarnation!"

Great Vehicle Stage!

Wang Ping shuddered, suppressing his dizziness, and rushed toward the light gate as if making a desperate dash.

Crack!

His left foot had just stepped into the light gate when, less than a foot behind him, space suddenly split open! A black rift several zhang long appeared, unleashing an unparalleled suction force.

Nearby sand, stones, and plants were all sucked into the rift; even Wang Ping was affected by the suction and nearly got pulled in, but at the critical moment a green vine appeared and pulled him back.

Boom!

Wang Ping heavily fell to the ground, ignoring the pain, he stared back in shock and seemed to see the starry universe!

This vision lasted only an instant, then vanished with the disappearance of the light gate.

The old man sat beneath the Undying Tree, his face pale with fright—his newly chosen inheritor had almost kicked the bucket!

"Senior! What just happened?" Wang Ping asked in shock.

The old man replied irritably: "What else could it be? Your human race's Great Vehicle cultivators and the behind-the-scenes black hand have started fighting! An attack landed here, directly creating a spatial rift; fortunately the Land of Reincarnation's barrier blocked it—otherwise that rift would stretch thousands of li!"

Wang Ping's heart thumped twice—is this the power of a Great Vehicle cultivator? A single strike can tear a rift thousands of li long!

But Wang Ping soon came to his senses—why were they fighting outside the Land of Reincarnation? Could it be related to Mu Ying and the others?

However, these matters had nothing to do with Wang Ping; his top priority now was to ask the old man how to use the war puppet.

When Wang Ping raised his head, he saw the old man avidly staring upward, his green beard and eyebrows twitching from time to time.

Wang Ping instinctively looked up, but there was nothing there. Suddenly he realized: could the senior be watching the Great Vehicle cultivators' battle?

Thinking of that, his heart stirred—he was curious how cultivators of that level fought.

"Senior! Senior!"

Wang Ping called out softly, and the old man, impatient, said: "What is it? Don't bother me while I watch the show."

"Hehe! Senior, could you let this junior see a scene of the Great Vehicle cultivators' battle?"

The old man glanced at Wang Ping and said: "It's over!"

Wang Ping startled—"It's over"? What did that mean? But he quickly realized the old man meant the Great Vehicle cultivators' battle had ended.

Wang Ping doubted: "That fast? Could the behind-the-scenes black hand have been slain?"

The old man snapped: "Don't be ridiculous—if a Great Vehicle cultivator could be killed that easily, they wouldn't be called Great Vehicle cultivators! That behind-the-scenes black hand merely fled, because the eyes of all the Spirit Realm's peoples have turned toward him; if he doesn't run, he'll be waiting to be besieged!"

"Oh!" Wang Ping felt a bit disappointed.

"How about it, kid? Did you get the war puppet?" the old man asked.

Wang Ping nodded and took out a black metal puppet from his storage bracelet!

The old man gestured, and the puppet flew into his hand. Looking at it, a hint of sorrow crossed his face—back then, the war puppet that once commanded the Spirit Realm had vanished like this in the river of time; he never expected to see it again today.

"You little rascal, you're really lucky to have gotten a war puppet—even the Green Emperor didn't have one back then!" the old man sighed.

"Senior, I don't know how to use this war puppet," Wang Ping said after a few chuckles.

"To use the war puppet, you must nourish it with your blood every day for forty-nine days—oh, I mean in the time of the great cosmos, that is, Spirit Realm time! But I'm afraid I won't live to see you wearing it!"

Wang Ping secretly reckoned—that's forty-nine months, or over four years in the Spirit World; not long. By then he would have returned to the Spirit World, so the old man naturally wouldn't see him.

"In five days the Land of Reincarnation will close; then I'll send you out!" the old man said while looking at the war puppet, then suddenly added.

Wang Ping had anticipated this; he also knew the old man would personally send him back, just to conceal his whereabouts!

"This war puppet is of the Transformation God Great Perfection level, but its interior has suffered some damage; even if you use top-grade spirit stones as its spiritual power source, at most it can let you exert the strength of an early-stage Transformation God cultivator."

Perhaps because he was about to leave, the old man's words suddenly poured forth.

Three days later, Wang Ping stood before the light gate, bowed deeply to the old man, then turned and walked into the light gate!

The old man gazed at the vanishing light gate; many similar scenes flashed in his mind—he didn't know how many times he had witnessed this over hundreds of millions of years!

But this inheritor is undoubtedly the most impoverished—apart from a single insight, he has no spirit treasure, no protective talisman, no spiritual medicines or herbs, and most importantly, no guardian of the Dao; that is what worries the old man most.

He feared Wang Ping wouldn't die in a peer-level clash, but would perish due to the elder generation's favoritism!

Wang Ping naturally didn't know the old man's worry; since taking up cultivation he's been used to being alone, and besides, if he had a Dao protector, his secret would surely be exposed!

As he stepped out of the light gate, he found himself in a pond; at that moment the Spirit World was night, pure white moonlight shone on the pond, and at a glance it looked like a glowing jade disc!

Wang Ping leapt up, looked around, but suddenly frowned—why did this terrain feel familiar to him?

Could it be?

A hint of speculation arose in Wang Ping's heart; he flew left, and after a quarter hour, a unique mountain shaped like a crescent moon came into view.

Indeed, this is the place!

Wang Ping sighed in his heart, then his mood grew complicated—back in the clan, although he had been sidelined, that was the doing of the Wang Clan's main line joining forces with some of the branch families.

His father's branch still treated him fairly well; now over ninety years have passed, those old folks from back then have likely turned to dust, and his childhood playmates—who knows what became of them!

In the past, not seeing it, Wang Ping felt nothing; now, upon returning to Moon Cliff Terrace again, his heart stirred with myriad emotions.

He remained silent for a long while, yet still flew toward Moon Cliff Terrace!