A World Worth Protecting

Chapter 265 - Escape



Chapter 265: Escape

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Other than the Galactic Dusk Sect and the Five Generation Sky Clan, no one knew what Wang Baole had experienced and lost in the Mystic Luna Realm. Naturally, no one was aware of how pitiful Wang Baole was right now.

Even using the word ‘pitiful’ to describe him seemed like an understatement. In reality, Wang Baole had experienced something unimaginable to most people, like a nightmare that no one could even think of.

As a cultivator, especially the highly-looked upon talent amongst the Federation seedlings, Wang Baole wasn’t simply a Federation seedling, but also a popular star in the military. He was even a highly-regarded Deputy Pavilion Head of the four Dao Colleges and was considered formidable compared to his batch mates. Even though that seemed like an exaggeration, it was not far from the truth!

That was evidence of Wang Baole’s combat capabilities and status. However, all of that was only applicable on Earth. In the moon’s Mystic Luna Realm, it was a different story. The array formation caused darkness to overpower brightness, with all laws thrown out of the window without any regard. The survival of the fittest was a game that was playing out there.

How would a True Breath realm cultivator be able to resist the attacks from a Core Formation cultivator?

To Wang Baole, a True Breath realm cultivator, the most precious Foundation Establishment process was destroyed single-handedly by the old lady’s attack. Furthermore, Wang Baole had used a rare perfect object, the small tripod cauldron, for Foundation Establishment, instead of his fragments.

That made the feud between him and Galactic Dusk Sect deepen exponentially. However, Wang Baole was unwilling to make an oath, as he felt that making an oath represented the useless screams of a weakling.

He felt that the teaching from the high officials’ autobiographies made a lot of sense. His breathing was heavy as he hugged his stomach, trotting while escaping within the forest. Other than making an oath, there was no other outlet for his emotions.

I am still unwilling to swear, but if I could survive… Galactic Dusk Sect… Wang Baole smiled evilly without any tinge of happiness. The hatred in his eyes was unlike before, and in that moment, he seemed to have become an entirely different person.

People had to undergo different experiences in order to change. Wang Baole felt that was the way for him too. In the Pond Cloud Rainforest, he learned to kill and give his all. In Coulomb Basin, he learned about unity and cooperation, and here, he learned about what it was meant to have… deep-seated hatred!

It was hatred that arose from someone snatching away his chance at Foundation Establishment, for pushing him to the brink of death, and for destroying his future!

In the silence, blood flowed out from his stomach, which he had covered with his hands. He heaved heavily, supporting himself on a tree as he lowered his head to look at the wound. He could see his intestines, and if he were to release his hands, his intestines would fall out all over the ground.

Perhaps all his internal organs would slide out from the wound as well.

Even though he was covering the wound with his hand, the injury was so severe that Wang Baole was already feeling his body becoming increasingly weaker by the moment. The only saving grace was that he had managed to complete eighty percent of the Foundation Establishment process, even though his level of cultivation had been decreased.

He no longer had the Foundation Establishment, but as his devouring seed was still intact, he could forcefully stabilize the previously unstable cultivation after he escaped. That slowed the rate at which his cultivation was being lowered, and even though thirty percent of his meridians had been broken, no one knew that Wang Baole’s Spirit Root was ten inches long instead of eight inches.

The remaining seventy percent of his meridians could forcefully activate his cultivation, allowing him to activate combat capabilities akin to the level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator once he stabilized after his escape!

That would be scary. It was worth mentioning that Wang Baole was only eighty percent Foundation Establishment, with thirty percent of his meridians destroyed, and was also carrying severe injuries. Even so, the combat capabilities that he could showcase were already on the same level as a Foundation Establishment cultivator. In other words, it could also be said that his injuries caused his level of cultivation to fall towards the level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, Wang Baole knew clearly that as time passed, his level of cultivation would gradually fall. It could take a few hours or a few days…

It would be useless even if I manage to find my mates from the four Dao Colleges. Instead, I might even bring danger to them… My only chance of survival now is time… As long as I can sustain until the seal has been broken, until Seniors from the Dao College come… Wang Baole adjusted his breathing, his face pale. He was previously bitter and felt hopeless, but since he managed to escape, the feelings of despair were transformed into a strong will to survive. The level of hopelessness he felt was transformed into the same level of desire to survive.

He didn’t want to die. He couldn’t bear leaving his parents and his friends, and he hadn’t become the President of the Federation, or taken his revenge!

I must hold out. Heal my injuries, and find the Mystic Trace Fog… Wang Baole lowered his head to look at his injuries, before laughing bitterly again. His wound was so large and his injuries so severe that they couldn’t be treated with pills.

It was a miracle that he was still alive with injuries on that scale. However, he knew that the special devouring seed helped in decreasing the harm from his injuries.

The pills in his storage bracelet weren’t even able to provide any form of relief. If it were to carry on, his body would fall apart even before his cultivation was lowered to the level of a common man. He would then die as he lost blood and acquired infections as his cultivation diminished.

That was especially so if he met with enemies. If Wang Baole were to raise his hand that was hugging his stomach, his intestines would all flow out… Using the devouring seed to forcefully suck them in wasn’t a long-term solution.

In the silence, Wang Baole knew that there was probably only one way out for him.

However, just as the idea popped into his head, Wang Baole raised his other hand, and a saber appeared immediately, slashing towards the trees on his right at something that wasn’t visible!

A level of cultivation comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was activated and used precisely on the Dharmic Armament. His cultivation far exceeded that of before, allowing his control of the Dharmic Armament to become even smoother. As the saber landed, a loud boom emerged as it made a slash the length of a man’s height. A black crocodile appeared roaring, landing inside the forest as it prepared to attack a True Breath realm disciple from the Galactic Dusk Sect, who carried a look of greed in his eyes.

“Bang!” There was still a trace of greed in the disciple’s eyes, but a crack began to appear between his brows as he was directly split into two. It was not long before the two parts fell to the ground, blood splashing out from each of them.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Baole didn’t take a single look at him, and neither did he keep his Dharmic Armament. Instead, he stabbed the saber into the ground, a look of determination appearing in his eyes as he caught his breath.

He immediately took out four puppets.

The only solution is to dismantle all these puppets, transforming them into an armor that would encompass my entire body, sealing up the wound to a certain extent!Wang Baole didn’t hesitate a single bit. He knew that he shouldn’t stop, but compared to advancing, the danger from his injuries was greater. Therefore, he began to dismantle the puppets with one hand.

Thankfully, he was the Deputy Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion and had made the puppets himself. Therefore, his knowledge of the Dharmic Armament and his familiarity with the puppets made him very efficient, and soon, he had completely dismantled the puppets and began carving new inscriptions to transform them with his Spirit Stones.

The scene seemed like art created by Wang Baole. The entire scene with him using his seventh-grade Dharmic Armament and the Heated Burst mystic technique surrounding him, along with Mystic Luna Realm’s forest on the moon’s dark side and his injured body as the background—a Dharmic Armament Master would be touched if he were to notice Wang Baole.

Soon, a set of armor appeared before Wang Baole’s eyes. It was black and looked extremely vicious and cold. It’s exterior was covered densely with sharp spikes that were astonishingly pointy. One could see that it was an armor prepared for war!

The whole process took about an hour. The armor was like a small giant about ten feet tall, and as it stood in front of Wang Baole, he felt a torrent of emotions.

Wang Baole wasn’t completely satisfied with it, but due to the circumstances he was in, it was the best he could do. He struggled to stand and, as he activated his hand seals, the ten feet tall armor in front of him assembled on its own, breaking into numerous fragments and approaching Wang Baole as they covered him entirely.

When everything was completed, the Dharmic Armament vanished, and Wang Baole’s body could no longer be seen. Instead, one could only see a figure decked in armor standing in front of the giant tree!

There was a black helmet that only revealed his eyes and black armor that covered his entire body, sealing the wound on his stomach. It seemed to have replaced his skin, preventing his intestines and organs from falling out.

Wang Baole finally felt the weakness that was gradually increasing ease significantly. If the weakness was coming at him like a turbulent river flow previously, it was now akin to a peaceful stream.

It was also at that time, when Wang Baole stopped moving, that the nine ordinary mosquitoes sent back an image of a figure charging at him from afar!

The figure hadn’t neared, but a strong vibe of Foundation Establishment emanated from the figure, and could be significantly felt!

Wang Baole wasn’t surprised at how they could accurately locate him. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have stayed put for so long. Seeing that the person coming after him wasn’t the old lady, Wang Baole fell silent as a chill flashed across his eyes.

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