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Chapter 1993 - 1994: Mysterious Small World.

Chapter 1993: Chapter 1994: Mysterious Small World.

This recovery strength was fully sufficient to compensate for the deficiencies of his own powerful physique.

"Speaking of which, where are the patriarchs on your side?"

Wang Mang suddenly remembered that since the battle over here had ended, up to now he had not seen Wu Ya’s situation.

Wu Ya responded with a faint smile, saying casually:

"This body has been withered for too long and needs fresh blood infused."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang was shaken.

Were they all completely absorbed?

What a monstrous world this is.

After calming himself down, Wang Mang said expressionlessly:

"Let’s just head straight to the next place."

Wu Ya, upon hearing this, nodded and an invisible ripple emanated from within him.

In an instant, Wang Mang’s vision blurred, and he was already traveling through the void, enveloped by an unseen force.

Once again in the void, Wang Mang still felt amazed.

This invisible force could actually break through the nothingness.

It definitely couldn’t be a power within the framework of the second ring of the universe.

"Pseudo-eighth tier? What exactly is that existence?" Wang Mang muttered to himself, looking puzzled.

Although he knew of such entities, he didn’t understand the specific details.

Just then, a telepathic message suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Pseudo-eighth tier is not some mysterious existence."

"Countless beings in the second ring of the universe are aware of it."

"To put it more specifically, it transcends Tier 7 but hasn’t reached the eighth-tier."

"The second ring of the universe does not accommodate it, and the existences of the eighth-tier do not recognize it, placing it in a rather awkward position."

This was Wu Ya’s voice.

Wang Mang was stunned for a moment, then said thoughtfully:

"Above the Eternal Realm, is pseudo-eighth tier the only path one can take?"

It wasn’t long before Wu Ya’s voice sounded again.

"There is no path above the Eternal Realm."

"Thus, the predecessors had to forge a new path, groping their way to discover this thorny road of the pseudo-eighth tier."

With these words, Wang Mang instantly gained enlightenment.

So that was it, no wonder there was the prefix ’pseudo’ in the name.

It was not only a lack of recognition of power but also a denial of status.

Having grasped the general situation, Wang Mang suddenly felt lost.

Was there really no path above the Eternal Realm?

He had thought that being pseudo-eighth tier was an essential stage above.

Now it seemed not at all the case.

If one reached Perfect Mastery in the Eternal Realm, then it would only be a contest of who possessed more formidable strength.

That was truly troublesome.

After all, his current strength should be within the domain of Perfect Mastery in the Eternal Realm.

Including the power of ancient gods and a series of trump cards, his Combat Strength might be higher but still within the domain of Perfect Mastery in the Eternal Realm.

So, as his Realm increased, could his strength still rise to the next Level?

Or rather, could he possess pseudo-eighth tier power within the Eternal Realm?

Various questions surfaced in Wang Mang’s mind.

"System, as my Realm increases, can my Combat Strength surpass the domain of the Eternal Realm?" Wang Mang pondered silently in his heart.

[Ding! Answer for the host: Insufficient permissions, unable to inform.]

Hearing this familiar response, the corners of Wang Mang’s mouth twitched slightly.

Damn it, the doggone system is using this excuse to fob him off again.

Although the system did not give a clear response, Wang Mang relaxed quite a bit inexplicably.

Indeed, if he really came to that step, he would still have the system.

Ordinary people could not break through the Limit of the Eternal Realm in their lifetime, but he was different.

It is well known that there are two types of people in this world, those with systems and those without.

Thinking this way, he suddenly felt indifferent.

Just then, Wu Ya’s voice sounded once again.

"However, young man, you needn’t worry. With your aptitude, becoming an eighth-tier shouldn’t be too difficult."

"Don’t forget about me when the time comes."

Hearing this, Wang Mang was immediately baffled, a big question mark written all over his face.

What the hell?

"What do you mean?"

Wu Ya’s voice echoed again leisurely.

"Ordinary people can’t master so many supreme powers at the same time."

"Do you think you’re an ordinary person?"

Looking at the still utterly confused Wang Mang, Wu Ya muttered to himself: It seems like your path has already been laid out.

It was clear that he had a speculation about the dark mist that had appeared before.

...

After an indiscernible amount of time, the two descended into another small world.

Wang Mang, standing midair, frowned as he released his perception.

He then turned to Wu Ya at his side and said,

"A small world?"

Seeing Wang Mang’s expression, Wu Ya smiled faintly and said slowly,

"This world is not as simple as you imagine."

"This is the birthplace of a pseudo eighth-tier."

Wang Mang looked around again, unleashing his perception.

Still, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

A weak world, one where not even an Eternal Realm being had been born.

Just then, a spatial crack suddenly appeared.

A flickering light emerged, followed by a cyan humanoid phantom.

The moment this phantom saw Wu Ya, it seemed as if struck by lightning.

Shaking uncontrollably.

"How could you find this place?"

"It’s impossible; I had concealed everything!"

A dangerous smile appeared on Wu Ya’s face.

"Heh, take a look at this, will you?"

As he spoke, several strands of faint bloodthirsty energy burst forth from his palm.

"It was my own folly to be outwitted by you in the past; today, finding your birthplace was my doing, so no one is to blame."

Hearing this, the cyan phantom instantly panicked.

It quickly started begging,

"Fellow Daoist, I was wrong in the past, and I’m willing to compensate."

"I may have sealed you, but I didn’t cut off your path, how about that?"

Wang Mang, listening to their conversation, was also completely baffled.

At this moment, Wu Ya grinned, suddenly reached out, and grabbed the phantom.

"You are the best compensation."

As soon as these words dropped, his greed was undisguised as he squeezed his hand, and an unseen force wrapped around it.

The phantom became desperate, crying out,

"Fellow Daoist, please, everything is negotiable; sparing my life, my true body will surely offer you terms that will satisfy you."

Hearing this, the greed in Wu Ya’s eyes diminished slightly,

His expression was no longer as frenzied.

Staring coldly at the phantom in his hand, Wu Ya murmured with lethal intent,

"You’d better contact him quickly, otherwise, I can’t guarantee what will happen next."

The phantom dared not refuse and repeatedly assured him, "Don’t worry, rest assured..."

At this time, Wang Mang had also approached Wu Ya.

Looking at the phantom in his hand, he asked curiously, "What is this thing?"

From this phantom, Wang Mang sensed an incredibly strong aura of Time,

Even stronger than his own by a bit.

After Wang Mang spoke, Wu Ya smirked and replied,

"Almost forgot about you, kid."

"You have mastery over Dao runes of Time too, don’t you?"

Wang Mang nodded and said nothing, looking puzzledly at Wu Ya.

"Heh heh, then this first Time lock will be easy to deal with."