He spent three days refining himself in the Time Chamber, which is three years. When he reappeared, he had already reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, which is the strength of the original Hei Wutian.
"As a benevolent corpse, your cultivation level has truly surpassed that of many quasi-saints," Li Daoyi said, looking at Wutian who had just emerged from seclusion.
"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist." Wutian clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"You should thank Mengmeng," Li Daoyi said, shaking his head.
"Ee-ah? Why are you calling me?"
Suddenly, the little guy reappeared in front of them, tilting his head up and asking a question.
"Hey, you bald guy Wutian, do you still have that Black Lotus from last time?" Mengmeng asked, blinking her eyes.
Wu Tian was taken aback, then shook his head.
“That treasure has been annihilated,” Wutian said.
Mengmeng immediately showed a disappointed expression. Seeing this, Wutian quickly reached out his hand, and there were twelve black lotus seeds in his hand.
"This is what the Black Lotus left behind, here you go." Wu Tian handed the Black Lotus seed to the little guy.
Mengmeng immediately beamed with joy and reached out her hands to take it.
"Hehe, thank you!" Mengmeng said sweetly.
"Awoo..."
After saying that, the little guy threw all the lotus seeds into his mouth, his little face puffed up immediately.
Li Daoyi was completely distraught. Such a precious thing, just eaten like that? He had wanted to take it and examine it.
Wu Tian's face twitched at this moment. He had no idea that Mengmeng had actually eaten it. He looked at Li Daoyi in shock.
"Smack, smack." The little guy chewed in front of the two of them, his eyes squinting, seemingly enjoying himself very much.
"Don't fall asleep again!" Li Daoyi quickly reminded him.
"Gurgle..."
"No way, there aren't enough, there aren't enough." Mengmeng swallowed all the lotus seeds, licked her lips, and said with a hint of lingering satisfaction.
The two fell silent for a moment. Just then, Mengmeng tilted her ear, as if she had heard something.
“That Tongtian is here again,” Mengmeng said.
"Um?"
Li Daoyi was taken aback, then waved his hand, and the three of them left the Mental Time Chamber at the same time.
At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi, Kong Xuan, Kunpeng, and Wen Zhong were playing mahjong outside. When they saw the others come out, they simply nodded in acknowledgment and then continued to bury themselves in the mahjong tiles in front of them.
"You're really addicted to mahjong," Li Daoyi said helplessly.
Then he walked to the window and looked up at the sky, and sure enough, he spotted two figures flying over in hiding.
Li Daoyi waved his hand, and the space opened up, instantly revealing Tongtian and Duobao inside the building.
"Hahaha, I'm back again," Tongtian said happily.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian?"
"Grandmaster."
The people at the mahjong table looked up and showed a hint of surprise.
He was about to get up when Zhen Yuanzi called out to him.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean? I have a pure suit of seven pairs and I'm ready to win. Sit down, all of you."
"Uh..." The three of them gave an awkward smile and sat down helplessly.
"What brings you all here?" Tongtian walked over with a curious expression, followed by Daoist Duobao.
“This is mahjong; they’ve been playing for two days and two nights,” Li Daoyi said.
"Mahjong?" Tongtian was taken aback.
"Smack..."
Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi slammed his cards down. He then pushed the cards in front of him.
"Hahaha, it's done! I drew a pure suit dragon with seven pairs! Hahaha!" Zhen Yuanzi exclaimed with ecstasy.
"Give me the money, give me the money, hurry up, calculate how many times it is yourself, do I need to remind you?" Zhen Yuanzi said arrogantly.
"I...I...Senior, I'm broke..." Wen Zhong said with a bitter smile.
Zhen Yuanzi frowned, then looked at Tongtian Jiaozhu.
"So what? Your grand-disciple is broke, are you, his ancestor, just going to stand by and watch?"
"Cough cough... How could this be? Um, how much?" Tongtian asked.
"Sixty-four golden melon seeds," Zhen Yuanzi said.
"Golden melon seeds?" Tongtian was taken aback. What were these?
"Teacher, these are items used for trade among mortals and nobles. They are shaped like melon seeds and made of gold," Duobao quickly said.
"I thought it was some kind of treasure, but this is all?" Tongtian said with disdain, then reached out and took out a sword.
"This is a top-grade acquired magic weapon, the Jade Flute Sword. It's probably comparable to those golden melon seeds, isn't it?"
Wen Zhong was startled and quickly got up.
"Ancestor, this is far too valuable. It's more than enough to buy a city. This disciple will return to the manor to collect the money right away," Wen Zhong said hurriedly. He was sweating profusely. They actually offered a top-grade acquired magic treasure to pay off the debt, and it was even some worldly gold. He was completely dumbfounded.
"You... Hahahaha." Zhen Yuanzi was also stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, thinking to himself that a rich man is a rich man, and his pocket money is a magic weapon he acquired later.
This little incident passed quickly, and of course, Tongtian didn't take back the sword. He casually tossed it to Wen Zhong, who was overjoyed.
"Huh? Who is this?" Tongtian asked, looking at Wutian behind Li Daoyi.
"This humble monk, Wutian, greets the Sage Tongtian," Wutian said, stepping forward and pressing his palms together.
Upon seeing this, Tongtian frowned.
"Western religion? Why have I never seen you before?"
“Amitabha, I am a Buddhist, not a follower of the Western religion,” Wutian replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tongtian felt a strange sensation and quickly began to calculate.
Meanwhile, the Daoist Duobao behind Tongtian looked at the man named Wutian with a puzzled expression. For some reason, he had a feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness.
"Strange, Buddhism? How could this be?" Tongtian stopped, clearly he hadn't figured anything out either, but his doubts only deepened.
"Amitabha, the Buddhist sect has just been established, and I am the only monk here today." After Wutian finished speaking, he put his hands together, and a golden halo appeared behind his head. This was a backlight, which is something that high-ranking Buddhist monks would have when they reached a certain level of cultivation. It was somewhat similar to a holy light.
"Peak Quasi-Saint." Tongtian said solemnly, looking at Wutian with disbelief.
Duobao's mouth dropped open in disbelief; the opponent was actually at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
The others were also startled. Wasn't he a late-stage Quasi-Saint just a few days ago?
“Impressive. I never expected to find someone like you. I can confirm that you are not a member of the Western Cult. Although your aura is similar to theirs, it is purer than theirs,” Tongtian nodded and said.
Wutian slowly withdrew the backlight, returning to normal.
Tongtian glanced at Li Daoyi and was very impressed with him for being able to find such a powerful expert. However, Tongtian did not ask about Wutian's background. He knew that Li Daoyi had many secrets, and as a friend, he only needed to trust him.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, is there something you need this time?" Li Daoyi asked.
Tongtian gave an awkward smile.
"It's nothing, it's just that when I'm too still, I feel restless. I don't know why, but I often find it difficult to enter a meditative state in Biyou Palace," Tongtian said.
"I see, it seems to be the influence of the Investiture of the Gods." Li Daoyi nodded.
"Investiture of the Gods? What does this have to do with Investiture of the Gods?" Kunpeng asked.
The others also looked at Li Daoyi with curiosity. Tongtian was a saint, so how could the Investiture of the Gods affect him?
"You underestimate the Investiture of the Gods. This thing was born in response to a calamity, so it is naturally extraordinary. Although the great calamity has not yet begun, its power has already affected some people, including sages. The reason why the Investiture of the Gods is like this is to make sages uneasy, so that they will not be able to make accurate judgments when the great calamity occurs."
“Yuanshi…” Tongtian said angrily.
"It has nothing to do with him. Actually, he's also being influenced by the Investiture of the Gods, even more so than you. The Investiture of the Gods will amplify Yuanshi's inner desires infinitely, sigh..."
“You often say that everyone below a sage is an ant, but little do you know, isn’t a sage also an ant in the eyes of others?” Li Daoyi sighed.
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. Everyone here, even Wen Zhong, was high and mighty, and being called an ant would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
"What? Have you lost faith?"
"Gentlemen, I am merely stating the facts and reminding you not to be arrogant, not to discourage you."
“A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole. So what if they are ants? Even ants can cause a rift in the sky. Besides, the Heavenly Dao is nothing more than a slightly larger ant. Don’t you even have this much courage?” Li Daoyi said.
Now everyone recovered, and their eyes regained their light. Yes, so what if they were ants? The Heavenly Dao is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho."
Just then, the little guy Mengmeng came up to Duobao and sniffed him with his little nose.
"Give it to me." Mengmeng held out her hand.
"I smell it! You smell like fruit," the little guy said.
"Uh...hahahaha."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the oppressive atmosphere from before vanished instantly.
Outside Chaoge City, many people were coming and going, making the city gate very crowded. However, there were soldiers guarding both sides, and everyone lined up to enter the city in an orderly manner. At the back of the line, a person dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat quietly peeked out and looked at the city gate and the situation inside.
"Uncle." The man tugged at the sleeve of an elderly man standing in front of him.
"Huh? What is it?" the old man asked, turning around.
"Old man, what's that tall building up there?" The mysterious man pointed to the tall building that could be seen from the city gate.
"Oh, young man, is this your first time in Chaoge? That's the Tower of All Heavens, I've heard that immortals live there," the old man said proudly.
"The Tower of All Heavens..."
The mysterious man murmured.
"Could it be that I ran into that person?"
The mysterious man in black lifted his bamboo hat, revealing a lewd appearance. His small mustache trembled slightly; it was Shen Gongbao.
Recalling the mysterious Taoist priest, Zhen Yuanzi, and Kunpeng he had encountered, Shen Gongbao's legs trembled again. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he could no longer take them out.
"Damn Taiyi, you just wait!" Shen Gongbao's face twisted into a ferocious grin.
"Cough cough..." He then clutched his chest and coughed.
Just recently, he was preparing to return to Kunlun when he encountered Taiyi Zhenren on the way. As a fellow disciple, Shen Gongbao naturally went to greet him, but the other party didn't even look at him. He casually complained a few words and was then injured by the other party.
Thinking of this, a trace of sadness appeared in Shen Gongbao's eyes. He came from a humble background and was not very talented. It was only by chance that he was able to join Kunlun. He had always been careful and cautious, trying to please everyone and constantly trying to gain a foothold in Kunlun. But he knew that none of his fellow disciples respected him. Therefore, he chose to go out and train. Who knew that he would encounter those three great gods as soon as he came out? He was really unlucky.
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