Just after placing the blood curse on that infant, Wang Wu’s vision went black as he was bitten back.

The Five Elements Puppy Array of the First Sequence and the Five Elements Cat Array of the Second Sequence were directly thrown into chaos, just like electronic warfare being completely thrown off by a Roaring Beast, losing all operational logic.

But this isn’t some bizarre and incomprehensible calamity story; the reason is simple.

It is simply because this infant is that one-in-a-billion Astronomer Prophet, his bloodline, everything about him, resonates perfectly with heaven and earth, with all frequencies aligning.

This is a chance of one in several trillion!

And because he is in sync with heaven and earth, he can easily see the Yin and Yang Qi that others can’t see even after refining for hundreds of thousands of years, sensing it with ease.

Every move is in alignment with the Great Dao.

This is the true celestial child favored by heaven and earth. No, no, no, he is the child of heaven and earth, unrelated to fortune, as his body, from the most basic cellular structure, genes, to atoms, particles, electrons, all align with heaven and earth. What is fortune?

This is the true flesh and blood Saint Heir!

Thus, despite how vulnerable this infant appears at this moment, in reality, Wang Wu just directly clashed with the perfectly aligned heaven and earth.

Thus, he already regrets it.

But regret comes too late.

His two Tier Four Foundation Establishment Arrays were immediately backlashed, buried, and obscured.

They weren’t damaged, they just lost signal.

In the next second, Wang Wu’s Third Sequence was also silenced directly.

His entire being fell from the clouds straight to the ground, like a meteor, crashing into a desolate mountain.

Fortunately, his Creation Immortal Body was unaffected, and apart from creating a large crater on the ground, there was no other harm.

However, all Divine Techniques, all Daoist Techniques, all Talents were completely forbidden, banned!

Then his lifespan was directly deducted by fifty thousand years!

This is the price, this is divine retribution!

This is what happens when you defy the child of heaven and earth favored by heaven and earth!

When Wang Wu embarrassingly crawled out from that big pit, he was dumbfounded for a long time before bursting into laughter.

So interesting.

This little one, terrifying indeed.

Looking around, Wang Wu couldn’t help but silently lament.

Because he was forbidden, it meant he couldn’t see the seven-colored glow. So, was he now already enveloped by that glow?

Even worse, he couldn’t use his Divine Techniques. All three sequences were still there, but it was as if they weren’t his, completely silenced, completely forbidden. He couldn’t fly or escape through the earth, couldn’t ride the clouds or fog, couldn’t use any Divine Techniques, and he only had an indestructible Creation Immortal Body with astonishing defense left.

A Creation Immortal Body of a Taiyi Eighth-Stage True Immortal!

He didn’t even know how long this condition would last.

On his own, reconnecting the signal was impossible. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Now, he either needed to find the Frost Monarch for help or obtain his Miniature Sin Prison Tower, taking a huge risk to activate it. As long as Yin and Yang Qi illuminated it, he could reboot his Divine Techniques.

Yes, it’s that simple.

But the problem is that the pit is over 14 million miles away from Wang Wu’s current location, and he must cross three dimensions to get there.

The distance isn’t the problem; the dimensional crossing is the headache.

Wang Wu turned his head to look at the direction of the small mountain village where the infant was, but in fact, he couldn’t see anything anymore. Without the Spirit Essence Microscopic Perception, all he could see were distant, vast hills enveloped in clouds and mist.

Well now, that child will henceforth become just an ordinary person, both foolish and dull, and might even be deemed an idiot. Unless he undertakes cultivation, he’ll die in several decades.

Yes, that’s right, being favored by heaven and earth merely means synchronicity, resonance, and does not imply there’s a conscious deity protecting him as a godmother.

So he will get hurt, get sick, age, and die.

And if no one can lift his blood curse before that, he will end his life as plainly as a mortal among mortals.

"Well, it’s just getting fleeced is all. I should rename myself to Yang Mao from now on!"

Wang Wu sighed, initially planning to return to the pit, but has now decided to swiftly head to that small mountain village. He needs to take on a disciple and teach this child Daoist Techniques. As long as this kid embarks on the path of cultivation, he will gradually dissolve the blood curse and unleash his terrifying nature as the child of heaven and earth.

Of course, by then Wang Wu should have already achieved his purpose and could retreat with honors.

He eagerly anticipates how far this child can reach in the future.

Even without Daoist Divine Techniques, Wang Wu can still traverse mountains and ridges, move as though on flat land, though he doesn’t dare be reckless, mainly because he’s unsure whether he’s currently entangled in that seven-colored glow, which would be disastrous if a Daluo were to catch him.

So he maintains a slightly faster speed and somewhat stronger physique than an ordinary person, traveling a hundred or so miles a day while appreciating the scenery, encountering some mountain Spirit Monsters and Little Demons.

He has no choice; he needs to prepare some gifts for his future disciple, as cultivating requires materials.

Right.

Empty-handed, it looks quite pathetic.

Just like that, after about half a month, Wang Wu finally emerged from the vast mountain range spanning thousands of miles. By now, he had a huge backpack on his back, wore a set of animal hide clothing, held a large bone club in his left hand, and a large bow in his right, looking every bit the mountain hunter.

Then he descended the mountain, crossed a city, passed through a town, sold some prey, exchanged for some silver coins, and bought some supplies.

Along the way, he also encountered hundreds of thousands of mortals, including hundreds of various cultivators, but nothing surprising happened; he truly became one among the multitude.

Thus, Wang Wu walked for almost three months, covering just under thirty thousand miles.

But ahead, there was no road.

A wide river stretched across the path, its waters rushing and waves surging, the demon qi within was rampant, clearly not something a mortal could cross.

Additionally, this river was also the boundary line between two semi-dimensional spaces, quite troublesome.

Wang Wu furrowed his eyebrows at the riverbank. This semi-dimensional space was the most common terrain in the Cultivation Realm, understood as a person wearing a piece of clothing; the surface of the clothing was one dimension, the normal dimension people could comprehend. However, the clothing also had four pockets; entering through the pocket openings led to a vast world.

But such vast worlds could be seen simultaneously if viewed at the right angle and if the dimension was high enough.

There’s no such thing as seeing one but not the other.

Previously, when Wang Wu had slipped out of a lowland at the opportune moment of someone undergoing a tribulation, what he saw and heard was like looking at dozens or hundreds of pockets from a stall.

Though cumbersome to describe, the surroundings felt no different.

"Looks like I can only force my way across."

Many thoughts flashed through Wang Wu’s mind, planning to take the forceful approach, when suddenly downstream a part of the river collapsed. The next second, a peculiar small boat shot swiftly toward him, manned by several carp demons and turtle demons, who shouted from afar to Wang Wu.

"Hey there, friend! Looking to cross this Heaven-Reaching River? As long as you can pay the price, everything’s okay."

Well then, these are some good demons.

Wang Wu waved quickly; if he could cross the river normally, no one wanted extra trouble, right?

In no time, the small boat docked steadily, and Wang Wu leapt aboard and, opening his backpack, said in a deep voice, "This is all I have; which items can cover the fare? You guys can take them."

"Alright, alright! We won’t be greedy, just these four items will suffice!"

The little carp demon cheerfully selected four items. Wang Wu didn’t mind, and sitting on the boat, closed his eyes to pretend to sleep. Meanwhile, the small boat continued upstream, occasionally shouting out to attract customers when seeing travelers on the bank. Those mortals who heard would flee from afar, but the cultivators, largely unfazed, boarded individually.

After sailing upstream for about a thousand miles, they had gathered over twenty cultivators, filling the small boat to capacity.

At this point, the little carp demon gave a shout.

"Everyone, hold tight!"

You’d then see the four little demons exert all their strength, rowing hard to crash the boat toward a giant rock on the riverbank.

The next second, the small boat struggled, yet seemingly sprung by a spring, flipped dozens of times in mid-air, and upon landing, the river current had miraculously calmed. Ahead lay a large lake, with cities and villages faintly visible along its shore; they had crossed the boundary.

Wang Wu and the others disembarked, and just as he set his directions and prepared to leave, he was unexpectedly grabbed by the wrist.

Rather than shaking off, he turned to see an old beggar-like passenger from the boat, eyes gleaming as if having found a treasure.

"What a rare prodigy of cultivation, a natural gem! Young man, would you like to become my disciple?"

Huh?

Wang Wu found it amusing; he was in such a hurry to find an apprentice, yet here he was being recruited first.

However, without Spirit Essence Micro, he couldn’t discern this old fellow’s depth.

"Friend, I think you’ve got the wrong person. Cultivating and seeking the Dao is an elusive journey, akin to the moon in the well, or flowers in water. I’d advise you to see the truth and refrain from deceit!"

Wang Wu shrugged off the old man’s hand.

"Hehehe, young man, you are speaking nonsense with open eyes. Look around, all are true cultivators, not a bit false. Thus, you’re only deceiving yourself. With such talent, not cultivating is a waste; I’m determined to take you as my disciple."

"What if I disagree?"

"Then I will follow you; wherever you go, I will go."

Wang Wu gave a toothy grin; he certainly wasn’t wasting words out of boredom but wanted to understand why this fellow recognized something in him?

He kept calling him a cultivation prodigy.

Not considering the possibility of this being a trickster, Wang Wu found it quite interesting.

"Fine, follow if you wish; it’s no concern of mine."

Wang Wu turned to leave, with the old man trailing step by step. After several hundred miles, pretending impatience, he said, "You old coot, how long will you follow? Dare to continue, and don’t blame me for being impolite."

With that, Wang Wu punched a giant roadside stone, and with a boom, a giant stone as large as half a house shattered into countless fragments.

Of course, he controlled the force, considering this as the first round of exchanges.

If this old man was a fraud, he should realize it’s good to stop now.

If not, it would mean this old man truly saw something in him unknown to him.

This was crucial.