Chapter 792: True Wu Arrives, Rooted in the Earth

Changqing Peak, in the cave dwelling.

Li Rui sat cross-legged.

He had returned from Zhongyaozhou.

Having obtained the victory talisman, the next step was naturally Body Integration.

He had already left his name in heaven and earth; the Body Integration heavenly tribulation could not be avoided at all, and even before then, cosmic disturbances would arise, revealing his impending ascent to True Person status to Dao Lords and even powerful True Persons.

Thus, there were two paths.

One was to break through within the cultivation world.

Or, like his master’s master Gao Tianxia, to break through beyond the heavens.

Fortunately, he was no longer the crude peasant he once was—he had won the Dao Lord’s favor.

With the ancestral elder Zhuge of Baiyujing protecting him, whether he stayed in Zhongyaozhou or went beyond the heavens would be an utterly foolish move.

In Li Rui’s view,

it was like possessing great wealth yet walking in silk robes under cover of night.

Connections were meant to be used precisely at such moments.

Baiyujing was unquestionably the most suitable place.

Look at the True Persons in the cultivation world—seven out of ten are protected by Dao Lords.

An immortal sect with only True Persons finds it far from easy to produce another True Person.

Just look at the Li ancestral elder of the Fenxinxianchao .

Ascending to True Person means entering the realm of immortals—Dao Lords will inevitably watch.

They need not lift a finger themselves; merely stirring the threads of fate and dispatching a few elders from their own sect is enough to block most cultivators’ paths.

Previously, he might have needed alternative plans, but now Baiyujing boasts three Dao Lords—protecting a single True Person was effortless.

He turned his gaze inward.

There, within the dantian of his Niwangong , the [True Wu Arrives] had become like a blazing sun.

It was nearly the Dao.

When the Dao seed took root and sprouted, one became a Body Integration True Person.

From this point,

one truly entered the realm of immortals.

Otherwise, beneath True Person, all were merely rolling in the mortal dust, having nothing to do with the word “immortal.”

Baiyujing, in a valley.

“Tell me, roughly how long will it take this boy to reach Body Integration?”

Beneath the immortal tree.

An old man lay idly, smiling as he gazed at the middle-aged man with a sword on his back.

A new person had appeared in his domain.

Others might be fooled, but not him—the master of Baiyujing.

Zhuge Ming had no intention of meeting Li Rui.

Li Rui was a cautious man.

He would come when the time was right.

Was he, after all, a Dao Lord, to lack dignity?

“I don’t know.”

The sword-carrying middle-aged man remained as taciturn as ever.

Zhuge Ming chuckled: “I left too early to protect that boy from Jianhe—I’m not sure if Changqing obtained the victory talisman.”

“Our foundation is still too shallow to nurture so many true dragons.”

It sounded like a complaint, yet his face beamed with joy.

Now, Zhuge Ming was like a wealthy merchant of the mortal world.

Seeing his family’s legacy secure and his descendants accomplished, he was genuinely delighted.

He no longer practiced cultivation, no longer refined his methods, and had even abandoned plans to heal his Dao injury.

As Zhuge Ming himself said,

“All is ancient history—do you truly think fighting to the death is trivial?”

Every battle fought to the limit consumed one’s true life.

In youth, he pushed too hard, leaving Dao injuries beyond cure.

As a result, his lifespan was far shorter than other Dao Lords’.

Barely over a thousand years, he already showed signs of a dying lamp.

He had at most a century left—what need was there for further struggle? Better to live out his remaining years in peace.

Zhuge Ming continued: “By the way, keep an eye out—our family has so few promising talents. I can’t fathom Gao Tianxia; I rely entirely on Changqing to grow strong.”

“If Changqing fails to become a Dao Lord, I’ll curse you even in my next reincarnation.”

The sword-carrying middle-aged man muttered:

“Understood.”