624 Numerous Calculations

Zong Wuming's thoughts were crystal clear: longevity, longevity. Those Martial Kings and Martial Emperors whose lifespans were nearing their end—he didn't need to personally intervene; his subordinates would contact and understand them, tempting them. There was always something they desired.

For King Wu and Emperor Wu, they had already enjoyed almost everything that mortals could enjoy, or after many years of enjoying it, they finally began to tire of it!

Various vulgar desires are things that ordinary people can only look up to and never attain in their entire lives, but for them, it's something that can happen in the next second.

The swallow's nest is plump and lean, and filled with big fish and big meat!

The lofty buildings they couldn't climb, the endless stream of beautiful women they couldn't see—these were all just everyday occurrences for them! There was nothing worth lingering over.

In the very end, as these martial kings and emperors approached the end of their lives, their desires became more urgent and obvious; besides immortality, they had few other wishes.

The masses, especially those martial kings and emperors whose lifespans are nearing their end, will become even more ruthless, vicious, and insidious in their pursuit of immortality!

Therefore, finding something that touches his heart, such as extending someone's life, or even resurrecting someone, or more likely, breaking through to a higher realm, is all that matters, as long as there is desire.

That would touch his heart and make him willingly join the Salvation Society and serve him.

'The blood of the Martial Emperor must be incredibly useful! I've never used it myself. If I could perform a ritual, what power would I gain!' Zong Wuming's mind burned with excitement!

Absorbing the power of evil spirits, the Devouring Divine Power within one's bloodline automatically activates. The higher one's cultivation level, the easier it is to devour ordinary leeks, as if eating grass, yielding minimal gains and providing almost no substantial improvement.

Therefore, they regard ordinary people as grass, useless to eat, but they can nurture martial kings and martial emperors!

Because if one is a Martial Emperor, the harvest will be considerable, as the essence of a Martial Emperor's power is like a large pill.

It contains extremely rich energy; absorbing this power can rapidly improve one's cultivation level!

As for the power of a Martial Emperor, that is even more unimaginable!

The Martial Emperors are the pinnacle of martial arts; their power has reached a level that cannot be described in words.

If one could absorb the essence or power of a Martial Emperor, one could not only raise the limits of one's cultivation, but also perhaps gain martial arts insights and mental states at the level of a Martial Emperor, thus truly stepping into the highest realm of cultivation.

The nameless figure thought to himself, 'Perhaps this can make up for my lack of cultivation!'

However, such opportunities are undoubtedly extremely rare. Martial Emperor-level experts are few in number, and their essence and power are not something that can be obtained casually.

The blood essence of Emperor Wu contains the essence and power he cultivated during his lifetime. This power is strong and pure, and is priceless to any martial artist.

If the blood of the Martial Emperor is used to water the fruit tree, it will soon bear treasures that enhance bloodline and have the same effect as the Dragon Scale Fruit!

Master Tong's eyes revealed a deep sense of vigilance as he carefully examined the nameless incarnation of the Salvation Society, a strong sense of dread welling up in his heart.

He thought to himself, 'Nameless, nameless, this is probably just an alias for you. Today you are nameless, tomorrow you will be famous. It's truly unpredictable!'

If I had not yet broken through to the Martial Emperor realm and was nearing the end of my lifespan, I would probably find it hard to resist the temptation of extending my lifespan.

In the eyes of those powerful beings who pursue immortality, we are probably like chickens and ducks to ordinary people, ready to be harvested and become their prey.

Thinking of this, Sect Leader Tong couldn't help but feel a chill, and couldn't help but think of some of the older Martial Kings, even a few Martial Emperors, and many sixth-tier elite forces in the sect.

With the Holy Emperor present, the terrifying oppression prevented evil spirits from spreading unchecked, and these people still harbored many fears. Now that this nameless figure has taken the initiative to appear, it seems that the Holy Emperor has indeed left this place!

A slight resoluteness crept into his heart. In the world of cultivation, strength determines everything. Without sufficient strength, one cannot protect oneself or others, nor can one resist the temptations and threats of those powerful beings.

"Tian Zhirui, rest assured, I will definitely help you break through to the Martial Emperor realm. Let's achieve immortality together!"

Master Tong chuckled slightly and said, "Our Xuanmiao Supreme Sect takes the well-being of all living beings as its own concern. Sect Leader Zong, although your words are eloquent, our philosophies are not aligned."

Our sect's mission is to protect all living beings, not to pursue personal immortality. If there's nothing else to discuss, please return, Sect Leader.

Calm yet firm, revealing an unquestionable determination.

He had long seen through the true nature of the nameless man's temptations and persuasion, and remained unmoved.

Evil and crooked paths are ultimately not the right way. Moreover, as a Martial Emperor, with a long lifespan in the future, why take such risks? Only by adhering to one's original intention can a cultivator go further.

With a hint of wanting to see him off, she didn't want Wuming to stay too long. If he were to lure other elders or dying people into becoming spies, it would be quite troublesome!

Seeing this, Zong Wuming felt unwilling, but knew that saying anything more would be pointless. He gave Master Tong a deep look and prepared to leave.

But he didn't give up completely, secretly planning his next move!

This time, the purpose of my incarnation is not only to visit the Mysterious Supreme Sect, but it is just the first stop. I also plan to visit other sects to verify my thoughts.

Only by personally investigating could I feel at ease, since the loss of spiritual energy could not be explained, and I couldn't help but feel very worried.

At that moment, he thought to himself, 'As expected, the power of the Mysterious Supreme Sect is also waning. There's no need to rush now.'

Seeing the wary yet determined look in Master Tong's eyes, Zong Wuming understood that the persuasion had failed, but the goal had been achieved, and it was not advisable to stay here any longer.

If it weren't for the fear that the Holy Emperor's departure was a ruse, he might have ambushed him in secret, and even the slightest possibility would be unacceptable to me!

Otherwise, they would have come over by themselves long ago.

After all, twenty years have passed, and one's own temperament has changed a lot. Although the Martial Emperor is still confident and arrogant, it is hard to guarantee that he will not change in some ways. Taking a risk would be the biggest mistake for oneself.

If my clone is destroyed, I can accept it. It's just a loss of some subordinates. After absorbing them, I can recover quickly!

He slowly and forcefully clasped his hands in a fist salute, knowing full well that Master Tong's strength and wisdom were not to be underestimated, and that forcibly keeping him here would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, the reason why Master Tong did not make a move in advance this time is because he is hesitant at the moment. If he changes his mind later, or if he comes again in the same way next time, he may not be able to protect himself.

Without hesitation, Zong Wuming exploded into a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, he transformed into a hummingbird, shining black, and soared into the sky with lightness and swiftness, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye!

Master Tong stared at a cup of tea, and the departure of Wuming brought him a sense of relief.