Thanks to the unprecedented serious warning from the Frost Monarch, Wang Wu crawled out of the depression with trembling caution, as if walking on thin ice, carefully observing his surroundings, feeling that nowhere was safe.

In fact, it wasn’t just him scaring himself.

He genuinely felt a creeping fear, as if he were on pins and needles.

Thus, after poking his head out of the depression for just a moment, he shrank back in again.

After thinking for a bit, he decided to wait another thousand years, during which he would use the Yin Fire and Evil Wind to evolve the First Sequence Demon Pill.

It’s worth mentioning that evolving Yin Fire Evil Wind isn’t limited to interfacing with the Creation Fire Spirit Pill and Creation Wind Spirit Pill, other options are possible, but these two pills are the best choices, providing the most advantages.

The true evolution of the Three Calamities requires the complete evolution of all the powers of all three sequences.

This is a long road.

So, evolving the First Sequence Demon Pill was unsurprisingly a heavy blow to him.

Even though it wasn’t as despairing as evolving Yang Thunder with Wood Spirit Pill, it was incredibly slow.

Moreover, all five Demon Pills had to be evolved simultaneously because the First Sequence is a whole.

This difficulty level is simply life-threatening.

Wang Wu expected one complete cycle of evolution to take a thousand years.

Yet, for just one cycle, he had to invest a full five thousand years.

It was like being stuck in deep mud, thoroughly trapped.

The key was not to rush; he had to keep his mind steady, and the Five Elements Puppy Array couldn’t operate too quickly, to prevent any disturbances...

Fortunately, he eventually completed this cycle of evolution.

That is, he fully evolved the Yin Fire into the Demon Pill Qi Blood, then evolved part of the Demon Pill Qi Blood back into Yin Fire.

The gains were quite good.

His lifespan increased by ten thousand years, and the five Demon Pills of the First Sequence each advanced by one tier.

This was equivalent to indirect cultivation.

Besides, Wang Wu also achieved his intended goal.

That is, the three auxiliary Divine Techniques of the First Sequence, aside from Spiritual Essence Recognition, the other two experienced significant increases.

The original Level 9 Forget and Level 9 Early Warning both jumped to Level 15.

These are Celestial Grade Divine Techniques, highly valued below Daluo and Half-step Daluo.

With these two, Passive Concealment and Danger Perception became prerequisites for Madam Niu.

"This should be secure now."

Wang Wu, with immense vigilance, climbed out of the depression once more after five thousand years, and to his distress, only to find that over the mere five thousand years, the depression had shrunk by one-fifth. At this rate, in at most twenty thousand more years, the depression would no longer be a depression, covered by the Celestial Law as well.

"Thirteen thousand years, this Cultivation Realm has truly become different."

The effects of Level 15 Forget and Level 15 Early Warning were quite good; once out of the depression, he could immediately see a faint seven-colored light permeating between heaven and earth.

This seven-colored light is invisible to ordinary mortals, even cultivators, or Earth Immortal Taiyi; Wang Wu even estimated that even the Frost Monarch couldn’t see it, as she was also wrapped around with a bit of the seven-colored light, though very little, very faint, and dispersing.

This was an effect brought by the depression.

If the depression could persist, maybe eventually these seven-colored lights would dissipate.

As for Wang Wu himself, after a meticulous check, he found none.

It’s not because he’s particularly special but because, over the past thirteen thousand years, he has been quietly in seclusion, unlike the Frost Monarch, who spent the first six thousand years wandering around, searching for him.

Of course, during those first six thousand years, the Celestial Law wasn’t strict enough, and the Cultivation Realm wasn’t bustling enough, with fewer seven-colored lights, so she didn’t collect much.

"Level 27 Passive Concealment combined with Level 15 Forget should provide some immunity to the effects of this seven-colored light, but everything has a limit, remember, remember."

Wang Wu cautiously observed as he avoided areas rich with seven-colored light.

True to his expectations, as long as the seven-colored light was faint, it wouldn’t stick to him, giving a feeling of passing through a sea of flowers without a leaf touching him.

But in mortal towns and villages, there was always extremely dense seven-colored light, and mortals had some on them, though not much.

If it was a cultivator, the seven-colored light on them was intense.

It was as if a small monster constantly emitting radiation, spilling radiation wherever it went.

"This thing seems to have been created using the Five Qi of the Human World, matched with Spiritual Qi, crafted with a standard formula. Is it some kind of counterfeit-proof, traceable Spiritual Energy Currency?"

"These Daluos are indeed terrifying. Previously, they were indifferent, but once they took it seriously, it is a realm where no one could hide in Heaven or Earth. As a truly dignified Taiyi Eighth-Stage True Immortal, I feel as vulnerable and powerless as a mortal in a horror story, amidst such measures."

Wang Wu was deeply moved, even doubting if he could find the Astronomer Prophet or, even if found, what use it would be, as the seven-colored light on such beings likely shrouded the skies and was incredibly dense.

Not to mention getting closer, even a mere glance could be affecting.

For a moment, Wang Wu felt quite hopeless, akin to rebelling in a prospering nation where every system was interlinked, utterly without a chance.

He even considered giving up and returning to seek help from the Frost Monarch.

But just then, he saw something happening in the eastern sky as if a significant event was unfolding, with the endless seven-colored light suddenly seemingly gaining sentience, beginning to converge in that direction.

In no time, the seven-colored light surrounding him vanished entirely.

And in the distant east, it was as if the sun was rising, a large star falling to the ground, that place—wait, could someone be ascending?

Wang Wu was stunned, suddenly feeling an opportunity was before him. Otherwise, with the seven-colored light shrouding everything, he’d have no room to maneuver, no game to play.

But now, taking advantage of the gathering of all the seven-colored light in one place, he quickly sneaked into a Human Race town, and just by eavesdropping on the conversations of dozens of cultivators, he basically figured it out: there’s really a cultivator who’s about to ascend. It’s said to be some genius named Chi Lian Fairy, who in less than five hundred years since her birth, is already about to transcend the tribulation to ascend, almost refreshing the fastest speed in the history of the Cultivation Realm.

And Wang Wu immediately realized that this Chi Lian Fairy might very well be an Astronomer Prophet, though he’s unsure of her level.

He bravely transformed into a wisp of breeze, heading east, and was always ready to escape back to the hollow.

But the more he walked eastward, he found that Chi Lian Fairy from the east couldn’t absorb all the seven-colored light of the Cultivation Realm. In fact, in such a short time, her absorption speed of the seven-colored light was rapidly decreasing, and even some parts were already overflowing and dissipating back.

Seeing this, Wang Wu didn’t dare to hesitate any longer and turned around to run back like a stray dog, extremely embarrassed.

As soon as he escaped back to the hollow, the large portion of the seven-colored light gathered by Chi Lian Fairy exploded out with a boom, instantly spreading across the sky and earth.

In the end, Chi Lian Fairy only managed to absorb less than one five-hundredth of the seven-colored light.

Damn it!

Turns out it’s just something that looks good but doesn’t work well.

Wang Wu mocked, but he refused to step outside the hollow, instead lurking at the edge, watching the entire Cultivation Realm, feeling very stifled.

A few days later, he indeed saw the result: Chi Lian Fairy failed to transcend the tribulation and ascend, directly turning to dust.

How could the seven-colored light of Daluo be so easily acquired? Without sufficient conditions, it’s just backfire.

But the good news is that with the current flourishing Cultivation Realm, and because the threshold for tribulation transcension and ascension is so low, basically, every year, there can be one or two cultivators starting the tribulation, with the success rate about fifty percent, meaning if one succeeds, one must die; if two succeed, two must die.

A feeling like everything is being manipulated behind the scenes.

Even those who successfully ascend fear their fate will be tragic, having to go to All Heavens Immortal Realm to be a servant, an attendant, a handmaid, or a groom...

Not even close to reaching the threshold of Celestial Soldiers and Generals.

Only those meeting the standards of an Astronomer Prophet would have everything go smoothly and rise to the top.

In short, having seen so much, Wang Wu also summarized his experience.

Whenever someone is about to transcend the tribulation and ascend, the seven-colored light would rush together, like a matchmaker-in-law eager to catch a son-in-law from the rankings.

Then after a long half-day or short one or two hours, it would disperse again.

Wang Wu would take advantage of this time to go out, even more pitiable than a thief.

Repeated experiences increased his knowledge and skills in playing hide and seek with the seven-colored light.

Sometimes, he could even fly tens of millions of miles in one breath, scanning billions of mortals and most cultivators along the way, then return before the seven-colored light dissipated.

In this way, over time, he accumulated the scanning of tens of billions of people, including several million cultivators, yet he never found one who met the criteria of an Astronomer Prophet.

Especially the kind described by the Frost Monarch as unique and unrivaled across the ages, an Astronomer Prophet.

Even Daluo can’t achieve everything as you wish.

Such existence is indeed something that can only be encountered by chance, not sought.

Understanding the reason, Wang Wu instead calmed down, and no longer worried, only clocking in one or two times a year, waiting for the true Astronomer Prophet to emerge from the horizon.

Unknowingly, three thousand years passed like this, and Wang Wu still hadn’t found a suitable Astronomer Prophet, but the Cultivation Realm outside had become increasingly competitive internally.

Until one day, another cultivator began to transcend the tribulation, triggering the Celestial Law mechanism, countless seven-colored light swirled back, and Wang Wu reflexively rushed out of the hollow towards a predetermined direction, instantaneously covering millions of miles, yet now he no longer scanned mortals and cultivators but began focusing on finding the next hollow.

Because without a hollow, he and the Frost Monarch would have nowhere to take shelter.

But hollows were really hard to find; he could only do his best while also observing when the seven-colored light attracted by the tribulating cultivator would dissipate, as this was crucial.

"Eh? This time it’s different."

An hour later, Wang Wu looked up in surprise; usually by this time, the seven-colored light would already begin dissipating, but not this time.

"This is an Astronomer Prophet! It absolutely is!"

Wang Wu was overjoyed.

He had waited three thousand years, no, he should say sixteen thousand years, for this vast Cultivation Realm to finally produce an Astronomer Prophet.

At this moment, he couldn’t even bother looking for a hollow, just thinking of instantly returning to call the Frost Monarch; they needed to seize this opportunity—

Wait?

Wang Wu suddenly stopped, looking down at a mortal village in a simple small mountain valley, where a baby was being born at this moment.

Although there was no evidence, he felt he was being plucked this moment.

And the linear distance between him and the baby was over fifty thousand miles.

To be plucked from such a distance is terrifying!

But does this also mean...

The truly rare-to-encounter Astronomer Prophet was finally born?

Just thinking about it, Wang Wu seemed to see the distant seven-colored light beginning to dissipate.

Oh no!

At this moment, what choice did he have?

He couldn’t possibly move the whole village into the hollow.

Damn it, he deserved to be plucked!

Wang Wu gritted his teeth, quickly made a hand seal, and placed a drop of Creation Immortal Blood into it, imprinting it on the infant’s forehead like a Blood Curse Celestial Punishment, before the seven-colored light could dissipate on a large scale.