258 So What If Yousre a Dharmic Armament Cultivator? (1/2)

Wang Baole was fully aware of the consequences of acquiring the small tripod cauldron. He knew what lay ahead of him. He also knew the dangers that loomed at every corner after the Mystic Luna Realm had been sealed.

He still decided to use the item to build his Foundation Establishment core!

I've learned from the high officials' autobiographies not only the ways to handle human relationships but also lessons about life. There was something from the autobiographies that said, few things in life are guaranteed. Oftentimes, you can make a gamble for it if there's a sixty percent chance of success. With a seventy to eighty percent chance, you should bet heavily on its success!

Even though the element of gambling is strong in the statement, how could I live with myself if I don't try and fight for this? Wang Baole's eyes shone with a brilliant light. He was rarely so serious. There was none of his usual mirth. In its place was a streak of vicious and crazed determination.

He was calm, instead of impulsive, and his mind raced through his various options. He knew that leaving for the visible side of the moon was out of the question. What he was worried about the most wasn't encountering strangers but people he knew and was familiar with.

Have faith in the goodness in others, but do not bet on it. That was a line from the high officials' autobiographies that Wang Baole had given a great deal of thought to. In conclusion, human nature was not up to the challenge.

Many times, a person's transformation was not due to himself but a result of an opportunity that others had given him, one which he might come to regret his entire life.

As a result, the more familiar a person is, the closer a friend, the more intimate a family member, the more one should avoid presenting such an opportunity to the person. That was something Wang Baole was deeply aware of. Now, he was that opportunity in other people's eyes.

”I'm left with the dark side of the moon then. There are fewer familiar faces, and fewer enemies too…

”I can't give up on finding the Mystic Trace Fog either. Even at the risk of being teleported to other regions. It'll be the last resort, using the Mystic Trace Fog to escape.

”Everything's just a means to an end. The most important thing now is to find somewhere to build my Foundation Establishment core quickly!”

”Before that happens, if anyone dares to harm me out of greed, I may have to… fight my way out!” Wang Baole mused silently, and a cold glint flickered in his eyes. He hurriedly raced deeper into the forest on the dark side of the moon.

Wang Baole knew that his strengths lay in his resilient physical body and a cultivation that surpassed that of a typical perfected True Breath realm cultivator. He also had an abundance of Numinous Treasures as well as a Dharmic Armament. Another clear advantage he had was his experience in navigating the forest on the dark side of the moon!

Not everyone possessed his experience and knowledge. He had the experience of hunting and being hunted in the forest on the dark side of the moon. He fell back on such knowledge, and as he ventured further into the forest and the plant life thickened around him, Wang Baole's sense of security grew. The gray mosquito regenerated anew then and, together with the other mosquitoes, spread out in the forest. Wang Baole could see everything within a hundred yards clearly.

As a result, while the rest were slowing down slightly, unaccustomed to the unfamiliar dangers in the forest, Wang Baole's speed increased instead.

I need three days to reach the Foundation Establishment realm… Wang Baole did some calculations as he ran. He also tried repeatedly to suppress the cauldron's Spirit Qi with his devouring seed. Though the results were not astounding, it was still of help.

Six hours had passed since he had gotten the small tripod cauldron. He hadn't yet come across any other cultivators. However, just as Wang Baole had gotten a handle on the time that had passed, suddenly, his pupils contracted. His right hand raised and sent an arc of lightning dashing behind him, to the right, in the forest.

With his current cultivation, the Flash Arc no longer summoned a mere bolt of lightning. The attack was infused with electromagnetic force. It expanded into a vast lightning web in mid-air that flew past the trees, towards a young woman who suddenly dashed out like an arrow shot from a bow from behind him!

The young woman had a towering, muscular form and held a large sword in her hand. She was not Chen Hui, nor was she someone from the Galactic Dusk Sect. She was a cultivator from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect who had raced ahead of the rest. They had been more prepared than Wang Baole had expected, attempting to stage an ambush after approaching Wang Baole, only to be discovered by the mosquitoes.

In the face of the sudden lightning web, the young woman roared and slashed violently at the vast net. A tremendous force erupted from her. The web was sliced into two halves instantly, transforming into countless lightning arcs that scattered throughout the area.