My Informative Cultivation Life

"Why are you here instead of gathering with the sect's talents?" Yang Ji asked.

The leading man sighed and said, "Brother, we've let you down. We were so eager to become true disciples that we resorted to hiding. We thought that if we just survived until the end of the assessment, we could achieve that status. Alas, we were naive."

"While other disciples are resisting the Heavenly Demons and fighting bitterly, we cowardly hid away, truly a disgrace to the sect. We don't deserve to be true disciples. Please take these ten true inheritancer talismans, brother."

"It's human nature; I understand!" Yang Ji didn't accept the ten true inheritancer talismans, "I respect your choice. If you can emerge as a true disciple by lying low, then that is your own ability. Keep these ten inheritancer talismans for yourselves. Whether you can become true disciples depends on your fortune."

With that, he leaped into the air, turning into a streak of golden light that disappeared into the sky.

Yang Ji chose not to take the ten with him into the Mount Sea World. Each person had their own destiny and chance encounters, and he didn't wish to interfere too much.

On this journey, he pushed his speed to the limit, flying straight toward the Hall of Life and Death where Mo Wudao was in secluded cultivation.

If he wanted to become the top true disciple, Mo Wudao was the biggest obstacle and had to be eliminated.

Yang Ji's goal was clear, his fighting spirit steadily brewing.

After absorbing more than a hundred thousand world crystal stones from an Immortal Monarch's inner world, his own inner world had doubled in size, becoming as large as the diameter of Earth.

A full 25,480 li and more.

Forged by Origin Divine Thunder, the world force within the crystal walls was vast and endless.

At this moment, Yang Ji had immense confidence. Without even using the Origin of Evil Qi, just relying on the world force alone, he could restrain Mo Wudao and execute him.

He flew swiftly.

Soon, he arrived not far from the Hall of Life and Death, but upon opening his eyes and looking, the hall was still there, yet there was no sign of Mo Wudao.

"Has this man already left his seclusion?" Yang Ji's expression darkened slightly. He promptly ordered Li Yinxue to send a message to the other disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect, informing them of the location.

While Yang Ji was inquiring about the location, the upper echelons of the Wuji Dao Sect were also gathering at the Wuji Pavilion, high above the Nine Heavens.

In addition, representatives from the other Nine Great Dao Sects and many Hidden World Families and first-rate powers had also sent one top Mahayana each, an unusually united assembly.

However, their expressions were somewhat solemn.

"This Mo Wudao is a descendant of the Demon Ancestor. His chaotic demon body is extremely compatible with the modified Bridge of Life and Death by the hands of the Demon Ancestor, able to exert tremendous power. Even the geniuses listed on the Immortal Ranking cannot withstand a single projection; one touch would obliterate their souls. We simply can't stop him.

As soon as he came out, he began slaughtering the talents of our Taichu World relentlessly," said a top Mahayana from the Ouyang Clan with a grave tone.

"Indeed, with just one person, he has suppressed all the talents of our Taichu World. This is not a good sign, very ominous!" a top Mahayana from the Huangfu Family also said with a frown.

"This must be a deliberate move by the Heavenly Demons, releasing Mo Wudao, clearly intending to severely suppress the fortune of our Taichu World," said a top Mahayana from the Chunyang Sect in a somber voice.
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"This assessment is too difficult. If there isn't a turnaround, I fear not a single true disciple will emerge from our Taichu World," lamented a top Mahayana from the Immortal Sword Sect.

"There's no need to be too pessimistic. I heard that the Wuji Dao Sect has produced a prodigy this year. Not only has he developed the Eighteen Undying Holy Lights, but he also cultivated the Immortal Body of the Mahayana level and various secret techniques. He can withstand a direct confrontation with Mo Wudao and survive, truly valiant and invincible.

Yet, at this critical time, his whereabouts are unknown," said a top Mahayana from the Zhuge Family with a sigh, looking towards Wuji Zi and the others.

"Indeed, young friend Yang Ji is exceptionally gifted. If he can hold Mo Wudao back, our Taichu World still has a chance. Instead, we can unite our strength and slay all other Heavenly Demons," said the top Mahayanas from all factions, all looking towards Wuji Zi and his companions.

"Everyone, please be at ease. Yang Ji has not appeared in these years because he fell into a dangerous place and could not extricate himself. I've already sent someone to bring his clone here, so you can ask him directly," Wuji Zi said.

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of light rushed in.

It was Elder Chun Ye who had brought Yang Ji's clone with him.

"Sect Master, the person has been brought here," said Chun Ye.

Seeing dozens of the top Mahayana from the various major forces, Yang Ji instantly understood everything. He bowed deeply and said, "Greetings to the Sect Master, and to all the seniors present."

"Xiao Ji, what is the situation with your original body now?" Wuji Zi asked.

"Replying to the Sect Master, my original body has just managed to escape from entrapment!" Yang Ji said.

"Really?" The eyes of the top Mahayana from the various major forces all lit up.

Even Wuji Zi's expression shifted slightly, his body leaning forward a bit.

Seeing this, Yang Ji thought two words to himself, 'It's settled!'

In the Battlefield of Inheritances, the real Yang Ji, who had been moving forward, stopped. His clone, which was telepathically linked with him, saw everything through its eyes. Using this as a guide, he performed the Primordial Spirit Light Mirror, showing the scene inside Wuji Pavilion.

"Yang lad, quickly have your real body confront Mo Wudao; our geniuses from the Taichu World are nearly all slaughtered by him," Chun Ye raised his voice to say.

"*Cough cough*, well!" Yang Ji showed a troubled expression and said, "Mo Wudao has received the inheritance of a Quasi-Imperial Monarch in the Hall of Life and Death. His strength has become far too great, capable of activating some of the sequestering powers of the Bridge of Life and Death. If I go now, it's inevitable that he'll suppress me."

"This?" The crowd exchanged looks, their expressions inevitably darkening.

"However, it's not entirely hopeless. In the Ancient Battlefield, I acquired a 'Blood Life Technique' from countless epochs ago. By burning my blood and life span, I can explode with overwhelming combat power in a short time. A desperate battle offers some chance of success."

"But such an act would come at a grievous cost, with the possibility of life-threatening consequences. Most importantly, it would affect my future path. Because this technique is a forbidden art that offends the heavens and doesn't derive from any Great Dao, it is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao.

Once I use it, I would be rejected by the heavens, becoming what is known as a forsaken by the heavenly way, and my path of enlightenment would be extremely difficult afterwards," Yang Ji said solemnly, his tone very serious.

No sooner had his voice fallen, than Wuji Zi's voice transmitted, "Xiao Ji, since this technique is rejected by the Heavenly Dao, you must never use it. For the sake of your path, you absolutely cannot employ it."

Yang Ji was taken aback and thought to himself that this Sect Master still has some conscience.

"Everyone, as you have heard, the consequences of using this technique are too grave. Personally, I do not wish to trade the path of a disciple from our Sect for the True Inheritance spots of disciples from the various major forces of the Taichu World."

Wuji Zi spoke slowly, "The Battlefield of Inheritances is not a path to certain death. If you feel that your strength is insufficient, you can leap into the circle of death and give up the assessment. If you believe you can escape Mo Wudao's pursuit, then you might as well take the chance."

"This?" The top Mahayana from the various major forces exchanged glances. They could not possibly, for the sake of their disciples, sacrifice the path of another Sect's disciple, especially one such a prodigy. If it were themselves, they would not do this either.

Just when the crowd looked troubled,

Yang Ji cleared his throat and said, "Sect Master, actually... the consequences aren't that severe."

"Great, Yang lad, I knew you were bargaining. When you were talking so earnestly just now, I thought you were being serious. I definitely wanted you not to use the technique since, compared to one's own path, the True Inheritance spots of others are like farts, not worth mentioning. But now, name your price!" Suddenly, Elder Chun Ye's hmming voice came through.

"Heh heh, Elder Chun Ye really understands me!"

Yang Ji smiled and communicated through a soul transmission, "Same as usual, I want a large quantity of Time Stones and Space Stones, as many as you have. Also, I want treasures that can condense an Inner World, again, as many as you have. Plus, I want Spiritual Objects that can elevate the Spiritual Root up to an Immortal Body.

I suppose the higher-ups of the Sect also hope to see an invincible genius of the same rank born within their own Sect, right?"

"In addition, I want a large quantity of Wood Attribute Spiritual Objects; again, as many as you have." He wanted these for Shen Yin.

"Lastly, the Wuji Immortal Scripture; I want to see it. Gu Xinghua can see it, so why can't I, such a genius? I am very angry!"