NOVPUB"Not quite right," he frowned, having devoted so much yet there was not the slightest sign of it turning real... "Is it because I have not devoted enough, or can the Yin God truly not turn Dao Intention into reality?"
If it were the former, it would still be manageable; if it were the latter, it would mean that even the Yin God’s ability to turn falsehood into truth had its limits.
"But I always feel that the way I am using it is not quite right."
Wang Ba could not help but furrow his brow and pondered for a while, when suddenly another thought sprang to his mind:
"The Hybrid White Tiger... It is merely a Class IV top grade, yet it could battle a third-level Evil God before. Could there be a solution in its body?"
"That’s right, and there’s also that Fanming, it’s a pity it got away in Northsea Continent."
Wang Ba felt a tinge of regret.
If he had one more Fanming to research, perhaps he could have found more clues.
After pondering for a moment, he still collected his thoughts with some disappointment.
Building a Taoist Field or acquiring a great amount of Chaotic Yuan Mother Qi to help the Little Cang World recover its position—it was bound to be a long and extremely demanding task, not something that could be accomplished overnight.
He had long prepared for a protracted battle... and also for the possibility of never winning.
In the face of the universe, human effort, after all, seemed insignificant.
Even the Ancestor of Huangji Continent who tore open the Little Cang World eventually died from the backlash of the celestial forces.
All he could rely on now was his nearly infinite lifespan.
"However, I can first hand over the White Tiger to Martial Uncle for research."
He rummaged through his Storage Treasure, but to his slight disappointment, he did not find any cultivation practices of the Way of Confucianism amongst the cultivation scrolls given by Chijian.
"Forget it, I should return to the sect."
Thinking this, Wang Ba cast one more glance at the crack in the sky, nodded slightly, and then flew directly towards the Wanxiang Sect.
Now, with the geographical positions within the Little Cang World shrinking, what was once a tremendous distance had suddenly decreased significantly, and was still contracting.
Fortunately, some important areas were protected by formations set up by cultivators and were not greatly affected.
For instance, the territory controlled by the Wanxiang Sect in Jin was impacted only in the areas not protected by formations.
However, he had not been flying long when a wisp of consciousness left in his Yin God body sent out another reminder.
"Something happening in the Kingdom of Immortals again?"
Wang Ba was somewhat puzzled, but he immediately found a hidden place to land, then his consciousness quickly sank into the Divine Statue in his brow.
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"Chongwen City has been breached?"
In the divine temple of the Yin God.
Wang Ba listened to the news with some surprise.
Chongwen City was the first city of Huangji Continent he came across when he possessed the body of an Incense Fire Dao cultivator.
To be precise, it was a key city located in the southwest corner of Jin dynasty, on the coast of the West Sea.
Many Incense Fire Dao cultivators had been there before but failed to achieve anything good.
Either they were silenced in life by a Confucian decree or turned into hedgehogs by the specially made machine crossbows on the city walls.
Down below.
The great elder of the Yin God Lineage, Sha Hui, knelt on the ground, respectfully replying:
"Yes, not long ago, the Well God, River God, and Rain God joined forces to divert the upstream great river and brought down heavy rain. The Well God also secretly blocked the drainage, causing Chongwen City to be flooded. The city was defended by mere mortal soldiers and Confucianists; there were no cultivators, hence they triumphed without battle."
A chill settled in Wang Ba’s heart.
The four words of triumphing without battle seemed simple, but he feared that Chongwen City was now filled with floating corpses.
Looking at Sha Hui below, whose tone showed not the slightest ripple, Wang Ba felt a deep disgust rising within him.
It goes without saying that after cultivating for so long, it had become difficult for cultivators to see mortals as equals.
It was the natural disparity born of lifespan and power.
Even Wang Ba was not exempt from this tendency.
But at the very least, he knew he was originally a mortal, and it was only through some rare opportunities and his own endurance and plans over the years that he had reached this point. Thus, he always maintained a respectful heart towards mortals.
This was not feigned sentimentality or self-embellishment; it was a natural self-reflection that arises after a person reaches a certain height and sees a broader world.
Yet these traits were rarely found, or rather nonexistent, in these Incense Fire Dao cultivators.
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But this was not something he could control, at least not for the time being.
He could only try to walk out of the divine temple as calmly as possible.
Looking far and wide.
The city closest to this place was nearly out of sight, its towering walls almost invisible, with only the faint sight of gold dragon flags gradually collapsing into the turbid floodwaters.
And as a Yin God, he could hardly hear any living person’s voice coming from that city at this moment.
"Yin God!"
Just then, a vaguely familiar voice suddenly came through.
Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at the source of the voice—a jackal-headed Evil God.
It was grinning at him, its wolfish maw split open to reveal sharp fangs and the blood-red gums between its black lips.
He looked away expressionlessly.
However, the other party seemed not ready to give up and spoke from a distance with a laugh:
"Is the Yin God still angry with us? It’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
"Since the Yin God has just resurrected, you might not have been to the Huangji Continent before. Why not join us for a tour? Wouldn’t that be delightful?"
Wang Ba looked at the jackal-headed God with a suspicious expression.
But his mind was calmly and quickly pondering.
"What does this jackal-headed God mean? Revenge? Or is it showing goodwill towards me?"
"However... it would be indeed interesting to see how the Huangji Continent differs from the Fenglin Continent, and what’s so formidable about the Dragon Transformation Pool. It would be even better if I could acquire the cultivation methods of the scholars."
He quickly made up his mind.
The Kingdom of Immortals had the Huangji Continent as a base to accumulate power; if they managed to stabilize the situation and grow in peace, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the entire Jin.
So, his biggest task at the moment was only one, and that was to slow down or prevent the growth in strength of the Evil Gods of the Kingdom of Immortals as much as possible.
This would be a difficult task, but the appearance of the Dragon Transformation Pool might be an important opportunity.
Still, he needed to maintain his role as the Yin God, so he snorted coldly and said condescendingly,
"You are but a third-level Evil God, one of those who plant a flag to sell yourself. What capability do you have to accompany me on a tour?"
"Stand, stand... Although you are one of the first deities born from the Mother Goddess, you haven’t experienced worldly matters for so many years. Do you really think that the world will always be the same as before? You should know that even the Mother Goddesses were affected by a major calamity caused by cultivators not long ago, which destroyed many years of their efforts."
The jackal-headed God looked ugly, but remembering the Mother Goddess’s favor and trust in the Yin God, he still suppressed the rage and impatience in his heart and spoke in a low voice. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Hearing this, Wang Ba’s face showed a timely hint of hesitation.
The jackal-headed God, with its keen eyes, saw this clearly. With joy, it immediately struck while the iron was hot, came closer, and apologized a few more times.
Soon, the two deities reconciled with each other with their mutually accommodating attitudes.
"Let’s go together. There are still many survivors in Chongwen City; let’s see if we can find any who slipped through the cracks!"
The jackal-headed God said with a hearty laugh.
Then it brought over the Bag God, Paper God, and even a Pot Stove God, among others.
A few deities flew together towards Chongwen City with laughter.
This was different from the last time when only his consciousness inhabited a body.
This time, the body of Wang Ba’s Yin God clearly felt the suppression from the pool above.
"This pool seems to be quite unfriendly towards us!"
The Pot Stove God said, eyeing the pool above with a fierce look on his face.
The deities quickly descended over Chongwen City.
But they did not see the figures of the Well God, River God, and other deities.
"They must have gone off to attack the next city," said the jackal-headed God, stroking his chin.
Wang Ba, however, did not care about that and with a sweep of his sleeve.
The river water below in the city quickly overflowed.
Soon, Incense Fire Dao cultivators took flight, capturing several figures one after another.
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