Chapter 214: Wang Ping

The surrounding mist gradually receded, and Wang Ping kept walking forward; after entering the Golden Core stage, performing the Enter Dream Method seemed much easier.

Soon the first image appeared before Wang Ping's eyes: a gloomy, dim great hall, with ghost‑fire‑like flames silently burning all around.

In the middle of the hall lay an extremely obvious white road; when Wang Ping looked closely, he discovered it was actually a path paved with white bones.

At that moment, at the end of the road, a black‑robed cultivator knelt on one knee; his aura seemed somewhat familiar to Wang Ping, and after a moment's thought he realized it was the same as that of the Golden Core cultivator who had last exploded.

Just then, a gloomy, cold voice came from the high seat above the hall:

"Jin Yi, someone has offered ten thousand top‑grade spirit stones to take Wang Ping's life; you are fully responsible for this matter. Furthermore, I will give you a spirit treasure to defend against any possible attacks from that Heavenly Pride. Do you have any questions?"

The kneeling Jin Yi lifted his head in surprise and asked in astonishment, "Ten thousand top‑grade spirit stones?"

"Not bad; this is almost the price for assassinating a Nascent Soul Great Perfection. The hall has many Nascent Soul‑level assassins who expressed interest, but after final discussion it's still best for you to go— a Golden Core move won't draw too much attention, you know that, right?"

When Wang Ping heard that someone had offered ten thousand top‑grade spirit stones to take his life, he couldn't help but marvel at the huge sum— if exchanged for supreme‑grade spirit stones it would be a hundred pieces, for medium‑grade a million, and for low‑grade a hundred million!

It seems the person behind this bears a deadly grudge against me!

At that moment, the kneeling Jin Yi, his tone tinged with a hint of excitement, said: "Thank you, sir; I understand!"

Wang Ping, standing to the side watching all this, felt something was odd— what kind of organization is this? A late Golden Core cultivator is a core member even in a Nascent Soul sect, yet here he must kneel to speak; are the ranks really this strict?

This fragment was only a brief excerpt; Wang Ping thought for a moment, then continued forward, and the surrounding gray matter kept parting to both sides.

This time he again appeared in a dim hall, and unlike before, this time six factions were gathered here discussing something.

After listening for a full quarter hour, Wang Ping finally figured out which forces wanted to assassinate him!

The Clear Void Sect, the Soul Refining Hall, and the deadly enemies of the three masters' Tie Zhan.

Five families pooled their resources to offer ten thousand top‑grade spirit stones, inviting Night Soul to act and assassinate Wang Ping.

The final faction was the person in charge of Night Soul; having understood the situation, Wang Ping turned his gaze toward the black‑cloaked cultivator shrouded in black robes!

He felt familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but Wang Ping had never heard of the Night Soul organization previously.

Wang Ping furrowed his brows; where did this damned sense of familiarity come from?

Just then, those people seemed to have finished their discussion, others departed one after another, and only the Night Soul's black‑robed cultivator remained there.

His gaze followed those people as they left; after a long while he let out a laugh whose meaning was hard to decipher:

"How could such a human race deserve to occupy that hegemonic position! Soon! Our clan will also be soon!"

Upon hearing those words, Wang Ping's eyes widened suddenly; at that moment the surrounding gray mist churned violently, and the scene before his eyes instantly shattered.

Inside the Silver Cube, Wang Ping suddenly awoke, a trace of shock still lingering in his eyes.

Immediately afterward a wave of intense pain struck; Wang Ping at once swallowed the prepared green liquid, but one drop wasn't enough— he took five drops in succession, and the severe pain only then eased slightly.

Wang Ping realized that after breaking through to the Golden Core, the effect of this liquid on him had greatly diminished.

"Heh! I never expected the Spirit Realm's number‑one assassin organization to actually be a behind‑the‑scenes black‑hand outfit— no wonder they boast they'd dare kill anyone! Hmph! To dare kill geniuses of enemy races— what's there to fear? The most hateful part is that they use humans to kill their own kind, killing their own people!"

Having recovered, Wang Ping couldn't help muttering angrily about what he had experienced in the dream.

Swish!

Wang Ping's figure suddenly flashed into the outside world; at that moment, Tie Lanshan, who had been monitoring Longevity Peak with his divine sense, immediately sent a divine‑sense message: "Fellow Daoist Wang, are you all right?"

Wang Ping shook his head. He sent back: "It's fine, just a few jumping clowns! How's the battle outside?"

"I don't know why, but a huge horde of monster beasts has gone mad, wildly attacking the eastern and western defensive formations! Fortunately many cultivators have risen to resist, and for now they can still hold out!"

After nodding, Wang Ping stepped forward toward the edge of the formation; now that the internal threat was eliminated, he could deal with the monster beasts with peace of mind.

At the eastern edge of the Cloud Net Mountain Range, this place had become a meat grinder; monster beasts constantly broke through the barriers into the formation, only to be swiftly slain by many cultivators, yet the beasts outside seemed endless— slain batch after batch, some magical tools had already been scrapped, and they now relied solely on spells to fight.

Nobody knows when the beast tide will end; for now we can only barely sustain ourselves!

When Wang Ping arrived, the entire eastern side had turned into a blood‑red world, blazing brightly in the night!

Wang Ping's divine sense can now probe a hundred li outward, but even so he sensed no end to the monster beasts.

Those second‑ and third‑tier monster beasts hide among the countless beasts; Wang Ping also dared not charge straight in to look for them— that would be no different from seeking death.

Even if his spiritual power were ten times greater it would still be impossible, but first repelling this wave of monster beasts before him poses no problem.

"Die!"

Wang Ping let out a great shout; his Azure Gleam Sword transformed into forty‑nine sword lights that weaved back and forth among the monster beasts— not a single beast could block a single strike, whether first‑ or second‑tier, their bodies exploded into fragments under his blows.

In the strange blood‑colored world, the forty‑nine multicolored sword lights ran rampant across the battlefield, and one batch after another of monster beasts collapsed!

Wang Ping slaughtered for a full half hour, piling up layer upon layer of monster beast corpses outside the Cloud Net Mountains; only then did he finally frighten the beasts away, and began to retreat.

"The beast tide has retreated! Retreated!"

"Wang Tianjiao's strength is actually this terrifying— wasn't he said to be seriously injured?"

Wang Ping, hovering in midair, paid no heed to the words below; that recent slaughter had at least killed nearly five hundred thousand beasts, yet his own spiritual power had been halved.

Since the eastern side had already been frightened off, the western side would surely follow soon; Wang Ping therefore flew straight back to his cave abode.

He had just begun to recover his spiritual power when a silver flash appeared, and the Silver Stone Gate suddenly manifested inside the cave.

Wang Ping's eyes widened at the sight of the Silver Stone Gate; he couldn't help but rejoice and asked, "How is the outside battle? Have the behind‑the‑scenes black hands been defeated?"

The Silver Stone Gate did not answer Wang Ping's words; instead it spoke: 【Huh? Long time no see— you've got a huge killing aura!】

Wang Ping pointed outside and said, "With so many monster beasts around, it's no surprise. By the way, you still haven't told me how the outside battle is going."

The Silver Stone Gate: 【Hehe! That's quite a spectacle— originally it was just a contest between humanity and the behind‑the‑scenes black hand, with a True Spirit joining the fray that would have been enough, but for some reason the remaining twelve hegemons all brought their immortal treasures to join the battle; consequently the black hand is now completely surrounded, unable to escape!】

【But the best part isn't even that— guess what happened next?】