"The usable Spiritual Qi left is fifty billion. Out of that I have to leave fifteen billion for Frost Monarch so she can wake up."

Wang Wu was calculating his reserves.

Before this, he had once managed to scrape together five hundred billion points of Spiritual Qi, prying at that Dubhe Old Man’s foundations and fleecing him hard.

But after one self-detonation, most of that Spiritual Qi had basically been used up on healing and Self-Healing.

Otherwise, he simply wouldn’t have survived.

In fact, judging from the current situation, it looked like he was the only survivor left.

After all this time, he hadn’t seen a single one of those Celestial Soldiers and Generals under the Daluo; this place had very likely already become a forbidden zone.

"I have to go."

Wang Wu cast a somewhat reluctant look around; the environment here really was quite stable, but staying here was just waiting to die.

Seventy-odd thousand years of Shou sounded like a lot, but in reality it would pass in the blink of an eye.

He needed to find a place with a relatively better environment, first restore the deeper, more subtle injuries, and in the end keep extending his Shou.

At the moment, he had about a hundred and eighty thousand years of Shou temporarily sealed.

In short, Wang Wu no longer had any desire to seek proof of the Daluo path; muddling along as a Half-step Daluo, getting a bit over a million years of Shou and idling away his days, that would do.

Next, he chose a huge and relatively most stable spatial rift and crawled straight through. This one felt much better; at least it was no longer that bizarre chewing and tearing sensation. He figured even an ordinary Cultivator could endure it.

"Huh? Not bad over here."

Passing through this spatial rift, all around was a brand-new region, or perhaps an entirely new small world, better than the space he’d stayed in before, and more stable.

After traversing so many chaotic spatial rifts, the environment in this region actually moved him almost to tears; it hadn’t been easy.

Moreover, the chaotic Yin and Yang Qi here was a bit clearer than before. Wang Wu felt that if he cultivated here—yeah, still no good; cultivating here would still turn him into an Evil Cultivator.

But this place could serve as a temporary foothold.

Within this region’s space, there were still spatial rifts, but they were all very stable. After observing for a long while, Wang Wu guessed there must be some kind of medium up ahead that stabilized the space.

Of course, it could also be due to other reasons.

After lingering in this region for a while, Wang Wu once again chose a relatively most stable spatial rift and began another traverse.

This time it was clearly different. This spatial rift didn’t look large, but was actually very long—no, that’s not quite it; it was more like a gradual transition from unstable to stable, a sense created because the region on the other side was larger and more stable.

Sure enough, when Wang Wu passed through this spatial rift, what came into view was a gray, hazy place. Though it looked quite gloomy, the problem was that it was extremely stable, because aside from the one spatial rift behind him, there weren’t any extra rifts to be seen.

Also, this seemed to be a complex of buildings?

Wang Wu peered into the distance and saw outlines like great halls standing in the grayish light, with a decaying aura slowly spreading and flowing out.

For some reason, his first impression was that this was a graveyard—a very ancient, very remote tomb.

It was a bit strange. Those few stable spatial rifts outside were probably stable because of this ancient tomb, right?

In other words, if not for Dubhe Old Man’s self-detonation this time, this ancient tomb probably wouldn’t have seen the light of day again, and who knew how many terrifying Immortal Arrays and Restrictions had been left all around it.

Wang Wu didn’t dare be careless; he stood in place for a long time, and only after confirming there was no apparent danger did he finally step forward.

As a result, the moment he stepped out, the aura in this ancient tomb subtly triggered a chain reaction.

He watched as ripples spread out, instantly activating a series of Immortal Arrays and Restrictions, and then streaks of terrifying Sword Qi came raining down like they cost nothing, startling Wang Wu into turning tail and diving back into the spatial rift.

Even so, he was still a step too slow; his back was struck by three strands of Sword Qi. The terrifying Sword Qi broke into his three great sequences, rampaging through them, almost costing Wang Wu half his life.

Yet instead of fear, he felt Joy.

Because this terrifying Sword Qi was extremely pure, formed on the basis of correct Yin and Yang Qi, even though it was this sharp, this terrifying!

Enduring the Sword Qi as it kept inflicting new damage inside his Immortal Body, Wang Wu immediately began absorbing the already-chaotic Spiritual Qi in this region’s space.

Yes, it wasn’t that there was no Spiritual Qi; it had all turned chaotic. Spiritual Qi like this was equivalent to a deadly poison. Whoever dared to absorb and cultivate it—who knew what kind of Evil Cultivator they’d turn into.

But now this problem was solved in one stroke.

After Wang Wu absorbed this chaotic Spiritual Qi, it immediately collided with that terrifying Sword Qi, which was like the blazing Heavenly Dao itself, awe-inspiring and righteous—they loved and killed each other.

At first, no matter how much chaotic Spiritual Qi there was, it wasn’t enough for that terrifying Sword Qi to annihilate and cut apart.

But as the amount of chaotic Spiritual Qi increased, that terrifying Sword Qi finally reached a state where two fists couldn’t beat four hands.

At that point, Wang Wu began to reap the fisherman’s benefit.

If he felt the terrifying Sword Qi had the upper hand, he’d quickly absorb some of the chaotic Spiritual Qi.

If he felt there was too much chaotic Spiritual Qi, he’d quickly stop and occasionally even aid the terrifying Sword Qi.

It really had that vibe of "add flour when there’s too much water, add water when there’s too much flour."

After tossing about like this for a long time, when that terrifying Sword Qi finally vanished, Wang Wu had also successfully obtained fifty billion points of purified Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Overjoyed!

Deducting the twenty billion points of Spiritual Qi used for healing, he still cleared a profit of thirty billion.

At the same time, he’d also gained an even more stable, even clearer regional environment.

Yes, chaotic Spiritual Qi was hard to circulate in large quantities through spatial rifts.

By his little operation just now, he had wiped out half of the chaotic Spiritual Qi in this region’s space in one go; if the environment didn’t improve after that, now that would be truly strange.

This time, Wang Wu could even breathe easily in great gulps and carry out regular cultivation.

Here he could even sense the contours of space and the passage of time.

This was good news; external interference was decreasing, and his sense of direction was recovering.

At this point, he could even heal without any scruples.

Even though the injuries caused by that terrifying Sword Qi were hideous and frightening, the sense of clarity it brought—like sweeping clean the entire cosmos, skies high, clouds thin—filled him with Joy.

A true case of pain and Joy in one.

In a State like this, no matter how severe the injuries, they were no longer a problem.

In just nine days, Wang Wu fully recovered from his injuries; he even partially healed some of the foundational damage from before, his Status better than ever.

With all that, how could he not be grateful to that terrifying Sword Qi?

The problem was, this Sword Qi was too sharp, killing him as easily as slaughtering a dog—could this have been deployed and left behind by a Daluo?

But that aura of death couldn’t be faked, unless this was a Daluo’s Tomb?

Wang Wu’s heart was filled with doubts, but he couldn’t resist the "true fragrance."

So he turned around and dove back into that spatial rift. Once inside, it was still that gray dead land; one palace after another stood there in eerie silence, as if filled with countless eyes secretly watching him.

It also felt like they hid an immense terror—disturb it, and you would undoubtedly die.

Mm, truly fragrant.

Wang Wu first made his preparations, then once again took a small step forward. Almost simultaneously, he whirled around like lightning, executing a textbook escape maneuver and darting into the spatial rift.

His speed could not be called slow, yet even so he was still overtaken by three strands of terrifying Sword Qi. If he had been just a bit slower, he felt he would have had to stay behind.

Too terrifying, like a Dimensional Strike.