Chapter 243: Wang Ping's Speed in Storming the Will Sea Signals a Major Incident

Five-Colored Divine Light, among the Five Elements, sweeps away all things; the Ghostly Loathing belongs to ghostly beings, but ghostly beings are of the wood element among the Five Elements, yet they are still forcibly swept away by the Five-Colored Divine Light.

The combined formation of the three instantly dissolved, and the terrifying pressure of the gravity field fell upon the Bloodthirsty Titan and the War Spirit Clan.

The Bloodthirsty Titan fares better; relying on a fleshly body even more formidable than that of the Vajra Violent Ape, he can still move freely even while under the gravity's crushing weight.

The War Spirit Clan fared poorly; they are innately inclined toward dao arts, and their physical bodies are merely average.

Suddenly exposed within the gravity field, they were instantly pressed flat onto the ground, unable to move.

The threat facing Wang Ping instantly dropped by half.

The Ghostly Loathing was swept away by his Five-Colored Divine Light, then immobilized within that light, unable to move, dazed and lethargic.

The War Spirit Clan was pressed flat onto the ground by the gravity field, unable to move; Wang Ping now faces the Bloodthirsty Titan alone.

Although the Bloodthirsty Titan's physique is formidable, even stronger than that of a single Vajra Violent Ape, he ultimately cannot match five Vajra Violent Apes.

Golden Yang Scorching Heaven descended; Wang Ping clasped his hands together, and through the gravity field he confined the explosion of Golden Yang Scorching Heaven to a certain space.

The violent explosive force and terrifying heat were too much even for the Bloodthirsty Titan; its muscles, bulging like small hills, were torn apart piece by piece, and the blood that flowed out was evaporated by the terrifying heat.

In just a breath, the Bloodthirsty Titan's size shrank a notch; after ten breaths, the power of Golden Yang Scorching Heaven waned, and the Bloodthirsty Titan finally escaped.

Wang Ping stood at a distance; with a thought, the Overturn Heaven Seal howled as it smashed toward the Bloodthirsty Titan.

Boom!

The Bloodthirsty Titan that had just escaped was directly smashed to the ground by the Overturn Heaven Seal.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Within the gravity field, the Overturn Heaven Seal unleashed a triple barrage, shattering the Bloodthirsty Titan's head, which was as large as a house.

Next, Wang Ping manipulated the Overturn Heaven Seal and struck the War Spirit Clan as well.

The frail-bodied War Spirit Clan was pulverized into dust by a single blow of the Overturn Heaven Seal.

As for the Ghostly Loathing within the Five-Colored Divine Light, Wang Ping exerted the power of that light and directly strangled it to death.

Thus, Wang Ping passed the fourth level of the Through-Heaven Tower.

A silvery light gate appeared, which was the portal to the fifth level.

Outside the Through-Heaven Tower!

After Wang Ping passed the fourth level, all the white-clad disciples felt a mixture of expectation and incredulous bewilderment.

Before Wang Ping, everyone had been discussing more often which of Luo Hao, Feng Ying, and Zhao Xue would be the first to become a yellow-clad disciple.

At that time, no one knew who it would be; even if he later amassed over two thousand points through frenzied arena battles, boosting his fame greatly, still few believed Wang Ping could become the second yellow-clad disciple.

At the moment everyone was astonished, Elder Ge waved his hand, the gate of the Through-Heaven Tower swung open, and Wang Ping walked out slowly from within.

Everyone's gaze upon Wang Ping was filled with complex emotions, tinged with a hint of admiration.

All the disciples knew that Wang Ping came from the lower realm, yet after arriving and advancing to become a white-clad disciple, he rose to yellow-clad disciple in just a few months.

Although Wang Ping had not yet attempted the Will Sea, no disciple doubted that he could clear the fourth layer of the Will Sea.

Even Dongfang Hong and He Peng could not deny that Wang Ping possessed this qualification.

Wang Ping glanced around the many white-clad disciples, then flew straight toward the Will Sea.

The gate of the Will Sea is not far from the Through-Heaven Tower, only over five hundred li; Wang Ping needed little time to arrive there.

Unlike the Through-Heaven Tower, the Will Sea lies within a mountain cave, and its entrance is likewise guarded by an elderly cultivator.

After Wang Ping arrived at the Will Sea, that guard glanced at him, nodded, and then spoke:

"Not bad! Since the founding of the Dao Institute, the limit for disciples first attempting the Will Sea has been the end of the fifth level; if you can tie the record, you will receive a reward of one hundred points; if you break the record, the minimum reward is one thousand points, and for each extra meter you gain an additional hundred points. Go!"

Wang Ping listened attentively; he hadn't expected the guard to say such things to him, yet the reward mentioned by the guard stirred him greatly.

Breaking the record yields one thousand points, and each extra meter earns a reward of one hundred points.

According to Wang Ping's knowledge, each level of the Will Sea spans about a kilometer; even if he walked a few hundred meters into the sixth level, that would amount to ten thousand points credited, and this temptation left him greatly stirred.

Regarding his own will, Wang Ping was very confident; even during the Qi Refining stage, he could endure loneliness and had undertaken ten years of secluded cultivation.

At that time, Wang Ping's will had been honed far beyond that of his peers of the same realm; later, when breaking through to Foundation Establishment, he even condensed a Will Star.

Therefore, Wang Ping was full of confidence in this attempt.

When he challenged the fifth level of the Through-Heaven Tower, he would directly suffer defeat and retreat; that Annihilation Dark Wolf, possessing a trace of chaotic bloodline, far surpassed Wang Ping in strength, not only able to move freely within his gravity field, but also able to withstand a direct blow from the Overturn Heaven Seal.

It possesses a Dark Realm Technique; once unleashed, it can nullify Wang Ping's gravity field.

Its speed is also extremely fast, its body extraordinarily formidable; after several collisions, Wang Ping's Overturn Heaven Seal nearly cracked.

At such extreme speed, Wang Ping had no chance to unleash Golden Yang Scorching Heaven; he released Five-Element Divine Light instead, but unfortunately the opponent possessed a trace of chaotic bloodline, which lies outside the Five Elements.

Moreover, the opponent can emit gray light beams from its eyes, which can actually rival the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Wang Ping lasted only ten breaths before being directly defeated. In this encounter, aside from not employing the Vajra Polishing, Wang Ping exhausted all his means, yet he was still defeated in an extremely short time.

This also made Wang Ping recognize the gap.

This time, given such abundant point rewards, Wang Ping resolved to give it his all.

The guard glanced at Wang Ping, said nothing, and merely waved his hand to open the cave entrance.

Wang Ping calmed his mind, then resolutely entered the cave.

After just a few steps, he saw a sea; the sea within the cave was something Wang Ping had never seen before.

By the sea lay a wooden small boat, the vessel for crossing the Will Sea.

Wang Ping walked over, stepped onto the boat, and a thought arose in his mind: firming his resolve, surging forward, the boat would then start up.

The firmer his resolve, the farther the boat would travel.

This method struck Wang Ping as novel; he lifted his head to behold the azure sea and blue sky, which left him feeling refreshed and delighted.

In such a state of mind, with a thought forward, the boat beneath his feet trembled slightly and began to move slowly.

Wang Ping sat cross-legged at the bow, firm in his conviction; the boat's speed grew ever faster, while the water's resistance increased the deeper he sailed.

However, the resistance of the first level was nothing to Wang Ping; it could almost be neglected.

The small boat beneath his feet was almost sailing at flying speed, and vaguely, layers of black shadows appeared before his eyes.

These black shadows either bared fangs and brandished claws, emitted sharp cries, trying to affect Wang Ping's mind and shake his will.

These attacks were not even an itch to Wang Ping; his speed was extremely fast, and he cleared the first level in eleven breaths.

After rushing out one kilometer and entering the second level, the seawater here became even more azure, and the resistance in the seawater doubled.

The black shadows appearing in the air became clearer, and their allure increased as well.

Wang Ping remained expressionless, continuing to sail the wooden boat across the sea surface.

Little did they know, the outside world had already exploded in an uproar because of his terrifying speed.

"Did I see wrong? Wang Ping has reached the second level—how long has it been? Twenty breaths?"

A newly arrived disciple voiced a question.

Beside him, a disciple murmured: "It's not twenty breaths, but eleven breaths; this speed shows that the first level of the Sea of Will poses no obstacle for Wang Ping at all—I think he was sprinting through the first level!"

Sprinting?

The disciples who heard this looked at each other, imagining that scene, and felt even more shocked!

"Look! He's already passed the third level—good heavens, the second level still took eleven breaths! Wang Ping is still sprinting through the second level!"

A disciple noticed that the jade stone beside the stone cavern had lit up three points, and he exclaimed without regard for his status.

The other disciples all looked over, and indeed, Wang Ping had already passed the second level.

Such speed not only shocked these disciples, but even the guardian of the Sea of Will felt shaken; after thinking, he flicked his sleeve, covering the jade stone so these disciples could not see Wang Ping's progress.

This scene drew dissatisfaction from many disciples, but none dared to act rashly here; some clever cultivators had already guessed that the guardian did this because Wang Ping's level‑clearing speed was astonishing, possibly allowing him to reach the fifth or even sixth level, perhaps breaking records.

To protect such a talent, some of his information will be concealed by the guardian.

This is how any major power operates.

In fact, the guardian not only did these things, but also transmitted this special situation to the chief steward of the white‑robed disciple area and to the year‑on‑duty second‑level instructor Meng Zhengyang.

On the fifth layer of the Dao Institute's Divine Mountain, Meng Zhengyang had just finished today's lecture and arrived at his cave dwelling when he discovered his communication jade pendant lighting up.

Green?

Meng Zhengyang said doubtfully, "In the Dao Institute, messages concerning the administration are divided into eight types: white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple."

As a second‑level instructor of the Dao Institute, and also ranking among the top of such instructors, messages below yellow would not startle him.

Green‑level messages are the most important for those below the realm of mighty beings; the higher cyan, blue, and purple messages can only be received by cultivators at the mighty‑being level or above, and of course disciples entering the inheritance sequence can also receive them.

Meng Zhengyang had not received a green message for a long time; a spark of interest rose in his heart, he extended a finger to tap his jade pendant, and a light curtain formed before him.

"Eh! This is a message from the Sea of Will's guardian! Could it be that a disciple has performed extraordinarily in the Sea of Will and reached the fifth level? No, the fifth level isn't worth startling him; perhaps it's the sixth level."

Meng Zhengyang's interest grew stronger; he flicked a finger, sending a strand of purple spiritual power into the jade pendant.

According to Dao Institute regulations, any transmission of green‑level or higher messages must be encrypted and verified.

Meng Zhengyang's earlier action was precisely the home‑based verification and decryption.

Soon, decryption completed, and a line of large characters appeared before him:

"White‑robed disciple Wang Ping cleared the first and second levels of the Sea of Will, each in eleven breaths!"

Meng Zhengyang blinked, thinking he had misread; eleven breaths—could such a speed be achieved only by a Golden Core cultivator?

Moreover, the name Wang Ping gave him a sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, he recalled a battle he had presided over several months ago, in which a disciple from the lower realm seemed to be named Wang Ping.

Could it be him?

Meng Zhengyang felt some doubt, and at that moment his jade pendant transmitted another green message.

Upon opening it, the guardian sent another message:

"White‑robed disciple Wang Ping cleared the third level in eleven breaths!"

Again eleven breaths?

Meng Zhengyang widened his eyes, feeling a tinge of disbelief—just how terrifying must this willpower be?

Without wasting time on speculation, Meng Zhengyang quickly formed seals with both hands, strands of spiritual power condensing before him, and then a golden mirror appeared before him.

"Great One of the Divine Mountain, please open the Sea of Will's display; I wish to observe disciple Wang Ping's level‑clearing situation!"

Meng Zhengyang bowed respectfully toward the mirror and said.

"Certainly! It has been projected!"

From the mirror emerged a deep, ancient voice; Meng Zhengyang's expression grew more reverent, and when he lifted his head, the golden mirror before him had changed.

On the dark‑blue sea surface, furious winds howled, towering waves surged, and a small skiff darted through the tempestuous waters.

At the bow of the small boat stood a disciple clad in the Dao Institute's white robe, hands clasped behind his back.

Surely it was Wang Ping!

Meng Zhengyang thought to himself, he looked up, and the golden mirror displayed the number four, indicating that Wang Ping was currently challenging the fourth level of the Sea of Will.

Suddenly, Meng Zhengyang seemed to recall something, he took out his jade pendant and sent a message to the guardian of the Heaven‑Reaching Tower.

After a few breaths, a reply came—this time merely a white‑light message; Meng Zhengyang paid it no heed, quickly lowering his head to check the information.

Inside was exactly the Heaven‑Reaching Tower guardian's reply to his question:

"Wang Ping has already passed the fourth level of the Heaven‑Reaching Tower!"

His inner speculation was confirmed, and a faint smile appeared on Meng Zhengyang's lips.

This Wang Ping can now be considered a yellow‑robed disciple.

Having glanced at Wang Ping's progress speed on the fourth level shown in the mirror, Meng Zhengyang felt a hint of anticipation—perhaps not only the fourth level, but the fifth, or even the sixth, were not impossible.

Just as he was thinking that, Wang Ping had already passed the fourth level of the Sea of Will and entered the fifth.

The fourth level took thirteen breaths.

In this level, the dark‑blue wind and waves are more violent, the seawater more tumultuous, and the original layers of black shadows have begun to acquire a stone‑like quality.

They kept attacking Wang Ping, trying to block his advance, which indeed caused him some trouble, but while fending off these attacks, the speed of the small boat beneath his feet never changed; it continued at a constant pace toward the depths.

Meng Zhengyang silently watched Wang Ping's progress through the barrier before the golden mirror, meanwhile counting in his heart: thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen!

The fifth gate of the Sea of Will was passed, taking sixteen breaths!

Meng Zhengyang, surprised, silently said in his heart:

"Something big is going to happen!"

The same scene occurred at the entrance of the Sea of Will's cave abode; the guard, Lao Liu, had been monitoring Wang Ping's breakthrough speed, and when Wang Ping passed the fifth gate at a speed of sixteen breaths, he also silently said:

"Something big is going to happen!"