After suppressing Chen Yi, Wang Xu quickly felt the opportunity for promotion.
His accumulation has long reached the level where he can break through. The reason why he cannot break through is not because he has not reached the level of cultivation, but because the opportunity has not yet arrived.
Things like chance are quite mysterious.
Without it, it is possible to break through by relying on water grinding, but it is hard to say how long it will take.
Ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, one million years...
This is unreasonable. If you catch up a little bit, it is normal to be unable to advance for hundreds of millions of years. In the prehistoric times, there are many great powers who have been stuck at the seventh level of perfection all year round.
"Owner..."
Chen Yi, who was branded an apostle, stood beside Wang Xu obediently, with no hatred in his eyes, but only worship.
After looking at Chen Yi's condition, Wang Xu frowned slightly.
The apostle's ring is really evil. It can preserve Chen Yi's mind and fundamentally affect his attitude. This power is almost like a rule.
It is not the pseudo-rules of Shinto monks and gods, but a kind of Taoist law.
In the future, as long as he does not remove the imprint of the apostle ring, Chen Yi will be promoted to the ninth-level saint realm, and even the tenth-level heavenly realm will be under his control.
If you want to get rid of this control, you can't do it even at the tenth level of the Dao Realm. You have to take action from the supreme existence of the eleventh level of the Dao Realm or a targeted treasure to reverse the mark imprinted by the apostle ring. This is what the apostle ring brought to him.
premonition.
Found a treasure...
Wang Xu realized in his heart that the power of the apostle's ring was beyond the imagination of the real person who made the weapon.
In the hands of real people who refine weapons, or even those in the world of cultivation, it is not enough to bring out the power of the apostle ring.
Wang Xu is different. He has a time and space gate that travels through the heavens, and his vision is not limited to one realm or one area. Only in the hands of people like him can the apostle ring play its true role.
Going down, even the single prehistoric world has become smaller. A chaotic world community composed of more than a dozen original worlds, or even dozens of original worlds, is the stage where the apostle ring should be.
In terms of the properties of the apostle ring, if placed in a chaotic world community that governs more than a dozen original worlds and has countless geniuses, its value will not be less than a chaos treasure.
This is not an exaggeration, but a very practical metaphor.
It is difficult for a person controlled by an apostle's ring to betray him, and since his character has not been wiped out, he can still practice normally. How terrifying would it be to control twelve people like Chen Yi?
Chen Yi's current strength is weak, but the world of cultivation is at the same level as the original world. It was just born not long ago, and no very powerful monks were born. In terms of potential, it is not much weaker than the prehistoric world.
In this world, at least one Heavenly Dao Realm monk and nine Saint Realm monks can be supported. As Chen Yi is the protagonist of the world, who dares to say that if he continues to practice, he will not have the potential to become a Heavenly Dao Realm in the future.
Twelve Chenyi are twelve realms of heaven.
Will the role of the Apostle's Ring be inferior to that of the Chaos Arcana?
No, in the eyes of some real superpowers, the role of the apostle ring may be greater than that of ordinary chaos treasures.
"go back!"
Wang Xu gave a low shout and led Chen Yi back to the ancestral star.
Now is not the time to think about these things. The most important thing right now is to break through the eighth level, take over the position of the Ninth Speaker, and be promoted to the top ranks of the human race.
As for the apostle ring, let's take it one step at a time. The brand quota of the apostle ring cannot be wasted easily.
Two flowers bloomed, and after returning to the ancestral star, Wang Xu began to retreat.
The promotion went smoothly, and the constraints that had hindered him seemed to have disappeared, and it was easy to break through to the eighth level.
After the breakthrough, Wang Xu was not in a hurry to go out and spent another thirty years consolidating his realm.
And just when he was about to take a break for a while to digest the gains from the battle, it was his mentor, Master Black Prison, who came to urge him to take over the position of Ninth Speaker as soon as possible.
It is understandable for Wang Xu to be anxious about the Black Prison Master.
Among the eight lines of cultivation, the line of corpse training is already weak, and it is all supported by Master Black Prison.
Wang Xu's promotion allowed him to see the opportunity to expand the influence of the corpse training lineage.
After all, if Wang Xu had not opened up a new lineage, even after his promotion, he would not be able to take off the mark of being a ghost monk.
With one lineage and two speakers, this is a prosperous time that the world of cultivation has never seen before.
Master Black Prison has been committed to the development of the corpse training line over the years, and he is very clear that the benefits brought by one speaker and two speakers are different.
Once Wang Xu takes over the position of the Ninth Speaker, the Zhanshi lineage will immediately rise to the top, keeping pace with the three main lines of Lianqi, Fulu, and Feijian. There is no need to sit on the back bench when the cake is being divided.
Wang Xu's reaction was very indifferent.
Since the Black Prison Master is so impatient, he doesn't have to refuse for such a trivial matter. He has to take over sooner or later anyway, just one day sooner.
In the 11030th year of the Cultivation Calendar, this is a day that will go down in history.
Over the past 110,000 years, the situation in which the Eight Speakers have been in charge of the human race has been broken, and mankind has ushered in the ninth Speaker.
Wang Xu only remembered that many people came on this day, including the human race, the giant elephant tribe, the three-eyed tribe, the phantom tribe, the totem tribe, the elves...
Most of the big shots in the Cultivation Alliance were here, some they knew and some they didn't, and Wang Xu looked familiar to them all.
The on-site inauguration ceremony was broadcast live to various places.
On this day, all entertainment programs were stopped. Turn on your brain. Reports and posts about him can be seen everywhere.
Not to mention Wang Xu, even the entire Wang family was picked out. Even the important figures and good deeds done by the Wang family before the old days were publicized.
Wang Xu was so annoyed by this formalism that it took him three days to complete the entire process and receive the speaker's scepter under the applause of the eight speakers.
But after taking over the speaker's scepter and officially serving as the ninth speaker, Wang Xu was not too happy.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the real weapon refiner gave him a strange feeling. This human giant who had taken away the source of fire from his hands and had rarely shown his face for thousands of years didn't feel like a living person, but like a living person.
A cold machine.
His movements were precise and precise, just as programmed.
His smile looked friendly, but in fact his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.
Wang Xu didn't know if he was overthinking it. He always felt that there was something wrong with the source of fire, so he paid special attention to the real person who mastered the source of fire.
Over the past few thousand years, Master Lianqian has lived in a simple and secluded way, which has made him feel more and more abnormal.
"What are you watching so engrossedly? You are the protagonist today. Whether it is the human race's congressmen or the alien race's senior officials, they are all waiting to meet you."
Accompanied by the sound of words, Master Black Prison came to Wang Xu's side with a happy face.
Wang Xu did not look back, and continued to look at the back of the master of the weapon refiner, and said: "Teacher, have you noticed that there is something wrong with the master of Wuyang?"
"Something's wrong?"
Master Heijing squinted his eyes and looked at Master Wuyang who was gathering with the weapon-refining monks. He shook his head and said, "Is there nothing wrong?"
Wang Xu stroked the scepter in his hand and whispered: "Look carefully, do some of Wuyang's movements look like a robot, like Optimus Prime?"
"Huh!"
Master Hei Jing continued to observe, and Master Wu Yang happened to look back with something in mind. When their eyes met, Master Hei Jing let out a light sigh.
Master Wuyang seemed unaware, smiled, and continued talking to others.
Wang Xu stood next to the Black Prison Master and said, "Did you see it?"
Master Black Prison nodded slightly: "It's just like what you said, it feels a bit like a robot."
"I hope nothing goes wrong." Wang Xu sighed. Master Wuyang is the leader of the weapon refining lineage. If something goes wrong with him, it will be a big problem.
"hope so."
The face of the Black Prison Master was very ugly. He glanced at the other Speakers and whispered: "You stay here, I will go find the other Speakers."
Wang Xu nodded calmly, pointed his finger on the speaker's scepter, his eyes were already cold.