Chapter 162: An Old Friend’s Visit, Wu Li: I’m Leaving
In the unchanging Underworld Forest, twenty years is but a fleeting moment.
When the final time ended, Chen Changsheng had no choice but to enter his next sleep.
This was also the first time Chen Changsheng had slept in the same place twice.
After covering the coffin and letting Xiao Jin return to his heart, Chen Changsheng immediately instructed the system to maximize the duration of his sleep.
A long sleep of twelve hundred eighty years began.
Chen Changsheng fell into a deep sleep, his thoughts and cognition halting at this moment.
While Chen Changsheng paused, the entire world did not.
Chen Changsheng left the Purple House Sacred Ground two thousand one hundred fifty years ago, which was exactly two thousand one hundred fifty years from now.
The Purple House Sacred Lord, Wu Li, bore the Heavenly Mandate.
From Wu Li’s appearance in the Central Courtyard to him becoming invincible under the Heavenly Mandate, the whole process took around three thousand years.
Such a prodigious talent appeared only once in tens of thousands of years.
After bearing the Heavenly Mandate, Wu Li immediately went to the Ancient Forbidden Ground.
Facing this unparalleled Heavenly Mandate figure, even the Ancient Forbidden Ground had to show respect.
However, this visit to the Ancient Forbidden Ground was not pleasant; Wu Li seemed to have had a dispute with the Ancient Forbidden Ground.
When Wu Li emerged from the Ancient Forbidden Ground, someone saw him point at it, as if warning something.
People were puzzled by this situation.
According to some clues, when Wu Li bore the Heavenly Mandate, it seemed that the Ancient Forbidden Ground supported him.
If so, why did Wu Li have an unpleasant encounter with the Ancient Forbidden Ground?
Over time, people no longer believed Wu Li was hostile to the Ancient Forbidden Ground.
Because Wu Li personally fought against the Sacred Forbidden Ground, that battle forced the Sacred Forbidden Ground back to the Central Courtyard.
After conquering the Forbidden Ground, Wu Li personally forged a spear.
This spear was thrown out from the Central Courtyard and then crossed millions of miles to stabilize on the lifeblood of the Northern Desert Buddhist Nation.
“Let the Northern Desert remain undisturbed for as long as the spear stands; the Northern Desert’s living beings shall not step beyond its borders!”
Wu Li’s voice echoed through the heavens, reaching every living being’s ears.
One spear suppressing a state, this is the domineering aura of a Heavenly Mandate figure.
After completing these three things, Wu Li announced all cultivation realms and changed the energy used by cultivators from Spiritual Strength to Spiritual Power.
Since then, the world stabilized completely, and the cultivation world began to flourish.
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Underworld Forest.
Today was the first millennium of Chen Changsheng’s sleep, and the Underworld Forest remained as tranquil as before.
Suddenly, the Underworld Forest began to shake.
The boundless tide of corpses in the Dead Man’s Pond opened their eyes.
“Sss~”
The sky was torn open, and a figure walked in.
Chen Changsheng could not fly over the Underworld Forest, but the person in front of him was unaffected.
Looking at this space, the figure slowly descended and came to the stone coffin.
“Swish!”
Many tree roots wrapped around the stone coffin, and a transparent spatial door opened, revealing an endless tide of corpses behind it.
Seeing this, the figure smiled.
“Rest assured, I’m not here to harm him.”
“Anyone in the world might k*ll him, but I won’t.”
Hearing this, the tree roots wrapping the stone coffin slowly loosened, and the figure gently pushed the coffin open.
Looking at Chen Changsheng inside the coffin, the figure smiled.
“Teacher, you always adapt to your surroundings; you thrive even in places like the Underworld Forest. You’re much more capable than me.”
Indeed, the person in front of him was the Heavenly Mandate-bearing Wu Li.
Chen Changsheng had been missing for thousands of years since leaving the Purple House Sacred Ground, and Wu Li decided to investigate his whereabouts.
After much effort, Wu Li found a clue, leading to the scene just now.
Just as Wu Li tried to reach out and touch Chen Changsheng, a golden light stopped him.
“The master said not to touch, or I’ll spank you!”
Feeling the message from the Golden Silkworm Bug, Wu Li was initially stunned but then laughed heartily.
“Teacher! Teacher!”
“You’re still as strategic as ever, even guessing my visit to the Underworld Forest. What else can’t you guess?”
“Unfortunately, I’m about to leave soon, and our last farewell might take a very long time.”
“But this is appropriate; it shouldn’t always be others looking for you!”
“This time, it’s your turn to come find us.”
“I’ve left some gifts outside for you, I think you’ll like them.”
With that, Wu Li covered the coffin and turned to leave the Underworld Forest.
As he stepped out of the spatial rift, Wu Li turned to the Underworld Forest and said:
“No matter who your future garden belongs to, if you dare harm my teacher, you and everyone behind you will d*e.”
With that, Wu Li walked into the Void.
The spatial rift closed, and the Underworld Forest relaxed its guard, returning to its original state.
…
Two hundred eighty years later.
“Huh?”
“Why are my clothes disintegrating right away?”
Looking at his smooth skin, Chen Changsheng was full of questions.
He wore ordinary clothes, which naturally couldn’t resist the erosion of time.
But according to past experience, his clothes would only turn to ashes after he moved.
Now, he woke up to find himself n*ked, clearly indicating movement during his sleep.
As Chen Changsheng puzzled over how this happened, the Golden Silkworm Bug sent him a segment of footage.
Interestingly, the Wu Li in the footage wasn’t clear.
To be precise, it was a segment of the Golden Silkworm Bug’s memory that had been erased.
This segment was about Wu Li saying he was leaving.
After watching, Chen Changsheng grinned.
“Brat, you’re playing hide-and-seek with me.”
“But since you want to play, I’ll join you later and see how I’ll punish you.”
Talking to himself, Chen Changsheng turned his gaze to his system panel.
[Host: Chen Changsheng]
[Strength: 2120 (bl**d Transfer Realm)]
[Speed: 2280 (bl**d Transfer Realm)]
[Defense: 3880 (bl**d Transfer Realm)]
[Spiritual Strength: 2060 (bl**d Transfer Realm)]
[Lifespan: 2560]
Looking at his data, Chen Changsheng scratched his head and said:
“System, what’s the basis for these measurements? The standards for strength are quite vague.”
“Host, each metric is measured solely based on the host’s own power, excluding external factors like magic treasures or formations.”
“But items like Golden Silkworm Silk are included in the standards.”
“Because Golden Silkworm Silk has become part of the host’s body.”
“So if I upgrade one attribute to the next realm, my overall power doesn’t increase.”
“Upgrading a single attribute does not enhance everything.”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng pondered: “I understand.”
“If I increase my defense to the next realm, my spiritual strength, speed, and strength remain the same.”
“To improve, I must either train further or increase attribute points.”
“What if I boost my spiritual strength?”
“Boosting the host’s cultivation improves other attributes, albeit slowly. Thus, increasing spiritual strength is the best choice. The host can also distribute attribute points evenly.”
“That makes sense!”
“Allocate all attribute points to defense.”
System: “…”
It feels like I spoke in vain.
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