NOVPUBDark clouds gathered above a place on Shaoyang Mountain.
A feeling of oppression filled the entire Shaoyang Mountain.
The cultivators around glanced at the gloomy sky, but there was no surprise on their faces.
It appeared they were accustomed to it.
However, the Cultivator who guarded the Dungeon couldn’t help but stepped forward and politely said to the fellow:
"Fellow sect member, please return to your own peak or go to the ’Tianji Peak’ for Crossing Tribulation. Please do not disturb the other sect members on Shaoyang Mountain..."
Exit the Dungeon, slightly vicissitudinous Cultivator on hearing this, was momentarily stunned.
Immediately coughed once, and pretended to be indifferent, saying:
"Indeed, I will Crossing Tribulation to work toward the Nascent Soul…"
The Golden Core Craftsman who watched over the Dungeon, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but glance at him. He maintained a smile, but there was impatience in his voice as he responded:
"Yes, yes, I understand. But please return as soon as possible and have the mentors protect the Crossing Tribulation. Otherwise, according to the rules, an enforcer may have to forcibly expel you from Shaoyang Mountain or notify a mentor to take you away…"
The cultivator repeatedly nodded, agreeing:
"It is, it cost me over ten thousand Merits. It’s rather wasteful to use Merits to speed up Cultivation. But it didn’t disappoint, now I’ve reached Nascent Soul stage. Once I overcome this Tribulation, my Nascent Soul would be at least a middle three-grade Nascent Soul…"
As the Golden Core Craftsman who guarded the Dungeon saw the dark clouds in the sky becoming more intense and the momentum increasingly astonishing, the cultivator showed no signs of leaving. He had no choice but to bow slightly and bid his farewell:
"My apologies."
Having said that, a sound transmission symbol was thrown out.
Just a moment later, a figure of a cultivator in the early-stage Nascent Soul flowing with a vigorous aura, was quickly flying from a distance.
The wind was violent and the sound of gust could be heard from afar.
In a blink of an eye, a robust cultivator with the face of a leopard and ringed eyes landed in front of the vicissitudinous figure who had yet to react. Without any words, he swept him away into his sleeves.
Then he looked at the Golden Core Craftsman who guarded the Dungeon and asked deeply:
"Which peak does he belong to?"
The Golden Core Craftsman did not dare to be negligent, he looked at the records he kept, and replied hurriedly:
"Replying to Enforcer Jian, he is from ’Xiangu Peak’…"
"No wonder."
The Nascent Soul Cultivator with the surname Jian nodded and looked at the dark cloud in the sky, the size of half an acre. With a gloomy face, he quickly took the vicissitudinous figure to the distant peaks.
Having seen this, the Golden Core Craftsman couldn’t help shaking his head.
Wang Ba, who had just come out of the Fragrance Dungeon, had also witnessed all of this.
However, he was somewhat bewildered at this moment.
He couldn’t help but look at the Golden Core Craftsman in charge of the Dungeon and asked curiously:
"May I ask Deacon Lu, what’s happening?"
"Hehe, just came out huh... It’s nothing unusual, it often happens in this cultivation Dungeon."
The Golden Core Craftsman who guarded the Dungeon showed a smile on his face when he saw Wang Ba, and then he explained:
"Cultivation inside the Dungeon is much faster than outside. However, those who cultivate the method without cultivating the heart, the mana gained fast will easily lead to an impetuous and arrogant heart in cultivators. Especially if the cultivator had difficulties advancing in cultivation before but suddenly broke through the bottleneck here, it’s easier to lose control of their Dao-heart…"
"The fellow sect member from Xiangu Peak just now, they cultivate by consuming special spiritual mushrooms, switching the false with the true. It’s easy for them to lose control of their Dao-heart. There have been a few similar cases in the past... But it’s not just them, many cultivators with unstable Dao-hearts, when they come out from the Dungeon, more or less, they will lose their usual composure."
"I’ve even seen a fellow sect member who laughed nakedly to the sky after coming out of the Dungeon... really unseemly."
Deacon Lu, who watched over the Dungeon, couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing, as if recalling some not so beautiful images.
He then advised with profound meaning:
"Everything has its pros and cons. It’s best to keep your feet on the ground and move forward step by step in Cultivation."
Wang Ba understood the good intentions of the other party, slightly raising his hand and said with a smile:
"Thank you for the reminder, Deacon Lu."
"Ha-ha, it’s just casual talk, don’t take it to heart... Do you need to extend the Dungeon time?"
Deacon Lu asked.
Wang Ba slightly sensed the condition of his Dantian, then gently shook his head and smiled:
"No need, it’s about time."
Deacon Lu was slightly stunned, but soon understood something, a smile rose to his face:
"I wish fellow Daoist success."
"Thank you."
Wang Ba raises his hand in salute, smiling.
Having said that, he left with ease.
Half an incense stick later.
Wang Ba sat cross-legged on Wanfa Peak, slowly mobilizing the gold liquid in his Dantian which was vaguely gathering into a clump.
The sky above Wanfa Peak gradually darkens.
Strands of clouds quietly gathered.
In the airspace outside Wanfa Peak.
Bu Chan was riding a Magic Tool, holding a boy with two goat horn buns, looking worried at the figure on the top of Wanfa Peak.
"Mother, why hasn’t that guy come out yet?"
The boy in her arms couldn’t help but express his doubts.
The boy’s face was six or seven points similar to Wang Ba’s, but his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his brows were full of Spiritual Energy.
Bu Chan frowned slightly, scolded in a low voice: "What guy? That’s your father!"
"Oh."
The boy obediently echoed.
Seeing that his mother’s gaze was completely on that person, he could not help but pout and muttered softly:
"I can’t even see him twice a year. What kind of father is this, so annoying…"
"What are you mumbling about?"
