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Chapter 475 - 427: The Sudden Shock: The Fall of the Eight Gods!

Chapter 475: Chapter 427: The Sudden Shock: The Fall of the Eight Gods!

One thousand pills, each one costing Bai Qian three hundred to produce, and earning a value of one million three hundred and fifty thousand. The profit ratio was about 4.5, jumping completely over the highest threshold of four value degrees for one magic money!

"Then, from now on, you’ll be my main cultivation pill, as long as there are no unexpected setbacks. I’m sure I’ll be using you for a very long time!"

"Value +1.35 million!"

Dao cultivation: 500 years (27.54 million/40 million)

Taiji: 3.66 million

Magic money: 4.06 million

Dao Kung: 370,000

After converting all the poison into value, Wang Zijia distinctly felt that his soul became more condensed.

"This love poison, does it also have the effect of tempering the mind?"

Over this unexpected joy, Wang Zijia was in high spirits!

After packing up for a while, Wang Zijia once again started his trek through various markets and circles.

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Time quietly slipped away; during the day, Wang Zijia made talismans and taught his disciples.

He occasionally took an inheritance task, of course, all of them were second-grade ones.

With Wang Zijia setting the pace with two extremely difficult assignments, his rich experiences from the Lower Realm were indirectly verified. Plus, he was a newcomer, so he was receiving patronage due to that. His business was not bad at all.

If his reputation wasn’t exploding then, at least he had gained some popularity in a small circle. Generally, those who wanted to find third-grade heritage masters would notice him.

The money he had saved before, along with the magic money he earned usually, was all turned into materials by Wang Zijia and given to Bai Qian to make pills.

At night, Wang Zijia frequently shuffled among various circles, cultivating connections while looking for potentially available spiritual objects.

During this process, Wang Zijia found that the situation on the battlefield seemed to be getting worse.

At the same time, more and more demons in the western demon forest were stirring up trouble.

Even the wilderness areas that the Sect regularly cleaned every hundred years were frequently plagued by demons and fierce beasts.

It was as if, all of a sudden, there was an air of hostility between heaven and earth that made people, demons, and devils unconsciously more irritable.

However, in such an environment, Wang Zijia was living extremely low-key and calm, seizing every second to accumulate his strength.

Unexplained haste was driving Wang Zijia to constantly improve his cultivation.

With the accumulation of value, the gap to reach Infant God was becoming increasingly smaller. Wang Zijia’s demand for advancement materials was becoming more and more urgent.

As for the spiritual objects, he already had more than half, and even if it went really bad, he could barely use them.

The only problem was the cultivation method, which seemed to require completing tasks. He had tried in many directions, but it appeared to be inevitable.

Well, it wasn’t entirely impossible to avoid tasks!

Not receiving the Sect’s welfare cultivation methods, and directly buying them from the outside, did not require doing any tasks.

But... even the worst Infant God Cultivation Method cost about two or three thousand spirit essence!

In other words, if he didn’t want to do tasks, he could spend twenty or thirty million magic money to buy one, it wasn’t impossible!

If he wanted to enjoy the welfare from the sect without making any contribution... there was no free lunch when it came to the cultivation method of the Infant God Level.

Just like that, two months passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon that day, Wang Zijia was studying which type of Class A missions to take.

Recently, the missions related to the Perfected Realm where cultivation methods could be earned were almost all about going to the frontline battlefield, which was frustrating.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

Several melodious bell tolls suddenly rang throughout the entire Wanyu Sect.

"Three bell tolls, ringing continuously? Another God Monarch has fallen? Have we finally reached this point!"

As Wang Zijia’s face slightly changed, he teleported out of the White Peach Tower to look towards Qifeng.

Looking in the direction of Qifeng, he saw the huge energy cover enveloping Qifeng, suddenly flashing with a strong spiritual light.

Accompanied by the melodious bell tolls, as the illusionary light and shadow on the energy cover flashed, gigantic shadows of the God Monarchs seemed to rise from the ground and slowly started burning.

A sense of grandeur and desolation rushed towards him.

This was when the soul lamps left by the God Monarchs in the Sect extinguished, and the protective sect array automatically triggered the relevant illusion formation after capturing it.

As the shadows started burning with the bell tolls, it was a message to the cultivators of Wanyu and heaven and earth about their departure.

What shocked Wang Zijia was that the burning shadows were not just one or two, but a whole eight!

What was even more horrifying was that, out of the eight shadows, one was clearly half a size larger than the other seven!

"How is this possible, how can eight God Monarchs fall in such a short time!"

"And a Great Cultivator of the Primordial Spirit Realm has fallen!"

"What in the world is happening?"

As Wang Zijia’s pupils contracted, An Xingsheng and Xu Xian, who had hurried out to his side, also exclaimed in astonishment.

’Things are serious now, even if we don’t want to fight the Devil Gate to the death, we are destined to do so!’

’The fall of an Infant God is bad enough, but the fall of any one of the Primordial Spirits is absolutely maddening for Wanyu!’

Wang Zijia’s thoughts raced like lightning, as he sternly said to An Xingsheng next to him: "Go down the mountain to manage the situation, maintain order!"

"Yes, disciple will go at once!" After taking a deep look at the eight burning figures in the direction of Qifeng, An Xingsheng quickly went down the mountain.

Wang Zijia then rose to the sky, flying towards Qifeng.

During the journey, Wang Zijia saw countless streams of light, like a flock of birds following a phoenix, or millions of immortals returning to their nests, all heading towards Qifeng.

This colossal spectacle was much more exaggerated than when Yue Changqing had fallen.

...

In a quarter of an hour, by the time Wang Zijia arrived at Wanyu Peak, the top of the entire Wanyu Peak, and outside the Wanyu Great Hall, were densely packed with Perfected individuals.

Excluding those on missions or heading to the battlefield, there were still around seventy to eighty thousand Perfected individuals in the sect. At this moment, almost all had gathered here.

Wang Zijia floated down to the square outside the Wanyu Great Hall. It was quite noisy at the moment.

He first looked at the Great Hall. At this moment, there were two disciples guarding the entrance to the Hall.

It was obvious that a group of big shots were figuring out what had happened or were in deliberation.

Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, took out his Identity Card, pulled up Gu Wenhe’s contact method, and sent a message.

A moment later, after receiving a reply from Gu Wenhe, Wang Zijia walked through the crowd in the square and entered a small circle, where he saw Gu Wenhe.

At this moment, quite a lot of people were surrounding a few Perfected individuals from the Gu Family, or rather, they were surrounding Gu Wenhe.

"Brother Wenhe, did something happen in the Kunling Realm?"

"Yes, if I’m not mistaken, all the God Monarchs who fell this time were the ones who guarded the Kunling Realm, right?"

"I heard a while ago that the situation in the Kunling Realm was tense. Didn’t the Sect pay attention and send support?"

"All eight God Monarchs are gone, the Kunling Realm won’t follow in Fei Peng World’s footsteps, will it?"

"It couldn’t be. Did the Kunling Realm get destroyed?"

"Previously, when the Devil Gate suddenly rose in the Fei Peng World without any preparedness, didn’t all the core disciples manage to get out? Having learned their lesson, how could the Kunling Realm let something like this happen?"

"..."

At this moment, a large crowd of familiar or unfamiliar Perfected Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters surrounded Gu Wenhe, who served in the Ascension Hall, and inquired.

Just like Wang Zijia did, who held the same question, swallowed his question, and quietly watched.

Gu Wenhe looked at the crowd around him with a wry smile, saying, "I don’t know the specifics. These past few days, I haven’t had to host any ascensions or dismissals to the Lower Realm, so I didn’t go over to the Ascension Hall. But..."

At this point, Gu Wenhe went silent for a moment, then said, "Before the bell rang, there was indeed a considerable disturbance at the Ascension Hall. The Kunling Realm......it’s highly possible..."

At this point, he didn’t continue, and there was no need to say anything else.

With all eight God Monarchs who guarded and oversaw battles having fallen, what other outcome could there be?

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Wang Zijia also furrowed his brows!

With the lesson from the Fei Peng World, the Kunling Realm had still followed in its footsteps, and the outcome was possibly even worse - the realm could have been utterly destroyed.

If that’s the case, matters might get a bit complicated.

As everyone chatted on the square, they waited for the time to enter the Great Hall to participate in the deliberations.

Usually, after figuring out the details, these true disciples would participate in the deliberations.

Although they couldn’t make any decisions about what happens next, they would typically listen in.

But this time, everyone waited from the last quarter till noon without getting the summons.

Instead, a few of the Head Teacher’s disciples came out and told everyone to disperse for now, and wait for further instructions.

This unusual behavior caused everyone to furrow their brows.

Everyone had no intention of leaving.

The disciples of many, especially those involved in the factions of the fallen God Monarchs, demanded an explanation, or at least a reason.

However, Wang Zijia understood that gathering here was of no use, and frowning, he quietly left Qifeng.

He had only flown a short distance when he suddenly thought of something and abruptly woke up.

He decisively changed direction, heading towards the neighboring Inheritance Peak.

...

A moment later, Wang Zijia stood at the foot of the Inheritance Peak, where the Taoist Lineage was located.

He floated down to the landing area of the building complex that housed the headquarters of the Preaching Loft.

At this moment, since most of the Perfected were crowded at Wanyu Peak, this place was rather deserted.

Wang Zijia passed through many halls and arrived in front of the main building of the Preaching Loft: The Heavenly Inquiry Tower.

He looked at the plaque of the Heavenly Inquiry Tower and then walked in.

He confidently arrived at Zhang Xiumin’s office and saw that she, as expected, hadn’t gone to join the crowd at Wanyu Peak.

"Greetings, Senior Sister Xiumin!" Wang Zijia greeted with a bow.

"At this time, instead of crowding at Wanyu Peak, why did you come here?" Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia in surprise, as she asked.

"Has the tower master gone to the Main Peak for the deliberations? If not, could you please notify her that this disciple has something to discuss with her? If she is gone, I will wait here." Wang Zijia respectfully replied.

Zhang Xiumin slightly furrowed her eyebrows, saying, "If you just came to ask about the fallen God Monarchs, you can go back. The Patriarch rarely pays attention to these things."

Wang Zijia’s expression flickered slightly. "Minister of Education" hadn’t gone to the war council, had she?

"Is Zijia seen as a gossip monger by Senior Sister? Did I run here to ask for gossip? I really have something to discuss!" Wang Zijia looked at Zhang Xiumin and replied.

Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia, put down the work in her hand, and said, "Wait here then!"

Having said that, she hurriedly left the room.

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