"Good heavens, the next time I advance, will I have to target a powerful being at the Pure Yang level?"
Even Bai Cang, that freak, felt that the requirements for promotion were a bit too outrageous.
The easiest goal to achieve here is probably 10,000 Yuan Pills.
After all, with the "Merchantment of Creation" in hand and having just swallowed the "Ascension of the Azure Emperor," the Eastern Heaven is not lacking in origin. Not to mention ten thousand Yuan Pills, it can even conjure up one hundred thousand Yuan Pills.
The second challenge is the ten primordial spirits. Although that presents some difficulty, it's not impossible to find a way to achieve it.
At worst, we can let Cui Jue's "relatives and friends" suffer a little more, and let "Teacher Tianhe" bear the blame.
In particular, Bai Cang still has two primordial spirits as "reserve provisions," so he only needs to capture eight more primordial spirit Dao Lords alive.
If all else fails, Bai Cang can venture into the Netherworld again, and that should be enough.
Even the demand for "a single, direct path" didn't pose a particular challenge for Bai Cang.
After all, it's not like we're asking to capture a Golden Immortal who has reached the Dao Realm alive.
It's just one main road. If all else fails, we can find another main road to make up the difference!
As long as you don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems.
However, the phrase "a thousand strands of gold, a hundred nascent souls" did indeed leave Bai Cang somewhat bewildered.
To gather a thousand strands of golden essence, one would need to kill at least a hundred Golden Core True Monarchs.
What does this mean? The entire orthodox Xuanmen sect probably only has a few hundred Golden Core True Monarchs, and possibly even fewer.
Not to mention the demand for "hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators," which is simply outrageous.
Every Golden Core True Lord, especially those who have cultivated to the third level of Golden Core perfection and condensed a Nascent Soul, are precious treasures of various Xuanmen sects, future pillars of society, and Yuan Shen Dao Lords.
This is equivalent to him having to capture at least two hundred future or present Xuanmen Golden Core cultivators alive.
It was almost as if he had seized the entire future of the Xuanmen sect.
If we also consider the requirements for the next Daoist advancement.
It's estimated that even if all the major sects in the Great Crimson Heaven were combined, they still wouldn't be able to meet Bai Cang's needs.
Even someone as ruthless and domineering as Bai Cang wouldn't dare to do such a thing!
This is like going to the toilet with a lantern in hand—it's practically suicide!
"Luckily, it didn't make me capture the Seven Phoenixes as a sacrifice, otherwise there would have been no hope!"
Bai Cang mentally complained, but his emotions remained relatively stable.
After all, if there is another Dao Talisman advancement, it will probably be when he completely refines the "Azure Heaven Dao Talisman".
At that time, it will also be the opportunity for Bai Cang to open up the path to supreme creation.
The "Heavenly Dao Register" was the key to his ascension to supreme creation.
Compared to such an amazing harvest, what is the difficulty of catching crickets?
To put it bluntly: compared to other powerful beings at the Dao Integration level or above, including the Seven Phoenixes, Bai Cang's advancement to the Supreme Creation level was incredibly easy.
Many people aspire to attain supreme enlightenment, yet they see not even a glimmer of hope.
Looking across the entire universe, there are probably no more than five people who have the potential to attain supreme enlightenment.
This alone is enough to make Bai Cang, who possesses the "Heavenly Dao Register," stand above all living beings.
In short: cheaters are completely unreasonable.
"boom!"
Just as I was thinking, a vast and majestic aura suddenly descended.
With a single swirling motion, Bai Cang suddenly felt a shift in time and space, arriving at a mysterious and unpredictable place.
"This is……?"
Bai Cang looked around and saw a dazzling golden light all around, like light or flowing water, intertwining to form a magnificent sky and sea.
Countless pure and innate energies, within sight, were almost endless, vast and boundless.
Bai Cang looked into the distance and could vaguely see large and small "islands" in the far distance, sitting on this boundless "golden sea and sky".
Each "island" is permeated with a grand and majestic aura of a level above the Dao Integration stage, obscuring the prying eyes of others.
Furthermore, there are pillars of destiny, some blue, some purple, some gold, and some black, standing on different "islands".
"Could this be the distant heavens?"
Bai Cang muttered to himself, when suddenly he saw a vast expanse of celestial light and purple aura before him, stretching for countless miles.
A very familiar Taoist priest, surrounded by celestial light and purple aura, slowly walked towards him.
"I am Li Boyang, the current abbot of Xuandu Temple. Welcome to the Taixuan Dojo."
With a kind smile on his face, Li Boyang bowed respectfully from afar and said, "I wonder which fellow Daoist from the Divine Sect has attained the Dao Fruit of the Undying Demon Soul? This humble Daoist offers his congratulations..."
But before he could finish speaking, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter disbelief.
"How come it's you, kid? Or am I seeing things?"
Li Boyang's expression was horrified, his eyes were glazed, and he couldn't help but wipe his eyes, staring at Bai Cang again and again.
Then, suddenly and inexplicably, he turned and left, muttering to himself, "I must have seen wrong, I must be dreaming."
"It must be a dream. I guess I've been too busy lately, and it's worn me out. That's why I'm having such a ridiculous dream..."
Seeing this, Bai Cang couldn't help but twitch his lips: This sanctimonious old man is as abstract as ever.
but……
I like watching it; I love seeing your incredulous, existential-doubting face.
Then Bai Cang waved enthusiastically and said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait..."
But before he could finish speaking, Li Boyang "flashed" and instantly appeared in front of Bai Cang. His two large, powerful hands, capable of crushing the hardest substance in the world, were already intimately measuring Bai Cang's neck.
"Quickly, tell me, you're not Bai Cang, are you?"
Li Boyang gritted his teeth, his face contorted with a twisted expression that seemed to say, "Your mother is being held hostage by the poet," staring at Bai Cang with a ferocious look.
"Who exactly are you, you fiend? Why are you impersonating my young friend Bai Cang?"
"Where did you hide Bai Cang? Have you already dismembered him, cut him into a thousand pieces, shredded him into countless fragments, and reduced his bones to ashes?"
"It must be, right? It definitely is! You wicked beast, how dare you harm my young friend, you deserve to die!"
"Alas, my dear friend Bai Cang, was your talent thwarted by heaven? What a tragic end you suffered!!!"
The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them is impossible to hide.
At this moment, in Li Boyang's eyes, Bai Cang saw the pain of "the wounds of betrayal never healing," and a gaze that was so sincere that he wanted to kill him.
There might not be enough lions on the East African savanna.
After all, there are too many "Lu Mingfeis" in the myriad worlds, and they all stuff lions into their own eyes. How can that be enough?
But the knives are endless, no matter how many knives are hidden in anyone's eyes.
In short: Plenty!
So Bai Cang's mouth, as if coated with arsenic, opened with a smile and said something.
"It's just proving the Dao, isn't that something anyone can do?"
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