A ring was unhesitatingly handed over by Min Yuan to Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji checked the ring, and indeed it contained what Min Yuan had said, and not only that, there was also a pile of magical treasures.

The feeling of excitement made Mo Wuji feel like a country bumpkin.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I wonder if I can leave now?" Min Yuan saw Mo Wuji preoccupied with checking the ring, forgetting to release him, and couldn't help but ask.

He had relied on his own judgment to determine that Mo Wuji would not go back on his word, and plus he didn't have much room for bargaining, so he straightforwardly took out the items. If Mo Wuji really went back on his word, he could only blame his declining eyesight.

Mo Wuji put away the ring, his mood having calmed down. He looked at Min Yuan and said calmly, "Of course you can leave, but before you go, you still have to make an oath. I think a smart person like you should know what kind of oath to make, right?"

At this moment, Mo Wuji suspected that this guy Min Yuan had a talent for performing skits. What he said was so convincing, as if he was born to be this way.

As expected, Min Yuan knew what Mo Wuji was thinking, and he said without hesitation, "I, Min Yuan, swear that after leaving here, I will absolutely not seek revenge against anyone or anything related to Fellow Daoist Mo Wuji, otherwise I will die from a demon heart tribulation and will never be able to step into the path of the Saint."

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly. He should have misjudged Min Yuan. This guy was not only a true villain but also a hypocrite. Anything he said sounded so real, making people unable to help but believe it. Moreover, this person was cunning, figuring out from his few words what oath he wanted him to make.

"Go, but remember what I said, don't ever fall into my hands again." After Mo Wuji finished speaking, the Great Handprint loosened. Since he had said he would let Min Yuan go, he wouldn't go back on his word. This was the mentality of a strong person.

Min Yuan cupped his fist, and with a flicker of his figure, disappeared without a trace.

After Min Yuan left, Kun Yun sighed, "Brother Mo, you were deceived by this guy. I'm sure that if you insisted on killing this guy, he would definitely take out even more things. My cultivation level is too low, and I don't dare to offend him too much, so I dare not say too much.

Back then, his facade of a true benevolent and saintly person, before the Calamity, allowed many cultivators, whether they had a Divine Position or not, to deposit their treasures with him. This was the only one. Now I also know that this person's greatest ability is to make everything he says sound incredibly real, making people unable to help but believe that he will do it."

Kun Yun wasn't talking nonsense. He really didn't dare to tell the truth. He couldn't possibly follow Mo Wuji forever. Once he separated from Mo Wuji, if he offended Min Yuan too much, he might end up in Min Yuan's hands.

Mo Wuji rarely regretted something he did. He said calmly, "Kun Yun, when you sent me a message, what did you promise me?"

Kun Yun's face changed. "Brother Mo, you now have ten thousand top-grade Divine Spirit Veins, and you still want my Divine Spirit Veins? That's a bit too unkind."

"Alright, I'll exchange two hundred with you." Mo Wuji finished speaking and threw a ring to Kun Yun.

Kun Yun's face was uglier than crying. Two hundred top-grade Divine Spirit Veins were a great fortune, but Mo Wuji wanted to use two hundred top-grade Divine Spirit Veins to exchange for his two hundred Primordial Divine Spirit Veins. This was completely unequal.

Cosmic resources were scarce, and top-grade Divine Spirit Veins could still be found. Primordial Divine Spirit Veins were truly rare. Who told him to be so talkative, daring to promise anything to save his life.

Although he really didn't want to, having already promised Mo Wuji, Kun Yun had no choice but to take out two hundred Primordial Divine Spirit Veins. He could offend anyone now, but not Mo Wuji.

After Mo Wuji put away his Primordial Divine Spirit Veins, Kun Yun finally turned to a smiling face and said, "Brother Mo, can we go to that place now? Without you, that place can't be opened at all."

Mo Wuji said with a face full of smiles, "Of course we're going. By the way, what good things did you hide there?"

Kun Yun then remembered that he had promised not long ago that after opening his treasure hiding place, Mo Wuji would take one item first, and his face immediately turned bitter.

"Brother Mo..."

Before Kun Yun could finish speaking, Mo Wuji raised his hand to stop Kun Yun from speaking, "Old Kun, don't say anything about going back on your word. I risked my life to come and save you. Tell me, what treasures did you hide in your treasure hiding place?"

You risked your ass, that Min Yuan was not even a match for one finger of yours. Kun Yun cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to say these words to Mo Wuji, so he could only say, "How about this, you go in and choose yourself, you pick one item and I pick one item."

The chances of preventing Mo Wuji from seeing his best treasures were extremely slim, so he could only do this.

...

In a vibrant planet in the cosmic void, Lei Hongji closed his eyes and sat under a dark and damp crack in the earth.

At this moment, almost all the spiritual channels in his body had transformed into an invisible state. Only when the Heavenly Cycle was running, could faint strands of thunder rhythm be seen flowing.

If the Heaven Marking Saint who was chasing him saw this scene, he would definitely not believe his eyes because this was already a true immaculate spiritual root.

In the path of cultivation, people often talk about immaculate spiritual roots. All cultivators are clear that there is no true immaculate spiritual root. No matter how good an immaculate spiritual root is, it will still have some impurities.

But Lei Hongji's spiritual root at this moment did not have any impurities, only the rhythm of thunder flowing. This was the most top-grade thunder-type spiritual root, and this was a secret that only Lei Hongji knew.

His spiritual root was an upgradable spiritual root. Now, his spiritual root had almost been upgraded to the extreme. The more immaculate the spiritual root, the faster the cultivation speed. Moreover, one could comprehend more laws of the Dao during cultivation. This was just like Mo Wuji's Qi Dao Channel, which could correct errors in one's cultivation technique at any time.

The thunder-type cultivation technique that Lei Hongji cultivated in the past was originally a top-grade cultivation technique. With Lei Hongji's continuous correction over the years, his cultivation technique could be completely regarded as the first-class thunder-type cultivation technique in the universe.

As Lei Hongji's Heavenly Cycle operated, a thin layer of thunder light formed on Lei Hongji's body surface. Inside his body, there was even more thunderous roaring, just like a thunder-type cosmic world, containing endless lightning and thunder-type energy.

"Crack!" It seemed that a cultivation bottleneck had sounded in Lei Hongji's body. A look of joy appeared in his eyes, and he immediately stood up and took out a light blue Divine Spirit Fruit.

Before the Divine Spirit Fruit could even be brought to Lei Hongji's mouth, strands of thunder rhythm rules flowed horizontally in the space, obviously, this was a top-grade thunder-type Dao fruit.

The Dao fruit was placed in Lei Hongji's mouth, and it immediately transformed into thunder-type Dao rhythm and disappeared into Lei Hongji's body.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Several incomparably thick thunder arcs crashed down, and Lei Hongji let out a long roar, soaring into the sky from the underground crack.

Almost at the same time that Lei Hongji landed in the void, more than a dozen thick blue thunder arcs struck Lei Hongji's body.

At this moment, Lei Hongji did not even activate his magical treasures, allowing the thunder arcs to continuously strike his body. He just frantically absorbed these thunder rhythms to cultivate.

Such a powerful commotion immediately alarmed the several other people in the rest of the planet.

The Heaven Marking Saint who had been chasing Lei Hongji was the first to notice, and he quickly landed at the location where Lei Hongji was undergoing his tribulation. When he saw Lei Hongji, he was overjoyed.

However, the Heaven Marking Saint's joy soon disappeared, replaced by a sense of fear. He saw dozens of thunder tribulation arcs descending continuously. These thunder tribulation arcs continuously struck Lei Hongji's body, and Lei Hongji didn't even activate his magical treasures. Every time a thunder tribulation arc struck Lei Hongji's body, Lei Hongji's cultivation would rise a level.

"Boom!" When another dozen or so thunder tribulation arcs struck Lei Hongji's body, the aura around Lei Hongji completely changed, as if an incomparably powerful demon had been released. That powerful aura did not stop increasing because it had been released, but continued to increase uninterrupted.

The Heaven Marking Saint sighed. He knew that he no longer had a chance to kill Lei Hongji. Lei Hongji had stepped into the Quasi-Sage realm. Moreover, Lei Hongji's Quasi-Sage realm, having just stepped into it, would not be any weaker than him. He was now just an ordinary cultivator who had been blasted down into the Silent Sea and had barely recovered some of his strength after countless years of recovery.

Even if Lei Hongji was not his opponent, he could no longer do anything to Lei Hongji. Over the years, he had also vaguely sensed that his Heaven and Earth Furnace was really not on Lei Hongji's body.

The Heaven Marking Saint helplessly glanced at Lei Hongji, who was still undergoing his tribulation. He slowly turned around and quickly left. He was very clear that from now on, the number one person below the Saint would probably be this Lei Hongji. Once this person obtained a Divine Position and stepped into the Saint's path, then there would be no one else in the universe who was his opponent.

Since he could no longer do anything to Lei Hongji, he might as well leave early. This was the decisiveness of a Saint.

"This person is so strong..." When the Heaven Marking Saint left, Lian Ji in the distance was equally shocked.

Having cultivated for a period of time on this resource-rich planet, his cultivation was about to approach the ninth level of God Combining.

Tong Ming patted Lian Ji. "Don't worry about him. Let's continue to cultivate. No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than Fellow Daoist Mo?"

"From now on, all irrelevant people get out of here, or don't blame me, Lei Hongji, for being ruthless." A gloomy voice came, falling clearly into the ears of Lian Ji, Tong Ming, and Huan Ti.

(Today's update ends here, good night friends!)