A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Anti-God Holy Land

“Indeed, after sending all the resources of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect to Wu Li, the assets obtained will likely allow the current Wu family to instantly become the faction with the richest foundational strength in the entire Upper Realm. Although, to be fair, the original Wu family was already one of the most deeply rooted powers in the Upper Realm.”

After parting ways with Wu Li, Wu Hao thought to himself as he looked at the ample resources inside the System Space. He nodded with satisfaction.

He quickly merged all of them together. Although slightly less in quantity, their grade improved significantly, resulting in a much better effect than before.

“Wait, there’s something I seem to have forgotten?”

Wu Hao’s brows twitched as this thought crossed his mind, but there was no time to dwell on it. Whatever he’d forgotten probably wasn’t anything major.

Meanwhile, earlier, at the Anti-God Holy Land in the Eastern Region of the Upper Realm,

Wu Dong—wearing a tattered cloak—had finally arrived at the entrance after enduring countless hardships.

“So this is the Anti-God Holy Land. Father is the Holy Son of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land, so as his son, I mustn’t bring shame to him.”

With the passage of time, Wu Dong’s once youthful face now appeared notably mature.

His cultivation hadn’t stagnated either; he had advanced from the Initial Stage to the Peak Stage of the Mortal World Immortal.

Although the innate talent of the Innate Dao Fetus Sacred Body was terrifyingly powerful, even such a gift required time to mature. For Wu Dong to have reached the Peak Mortal World Immortal within less than two hundred years was quite an accomplishment.

Wu Dong’s purpose in coming to the Anti-God Holy Land this time was simply to apprentice there and make a name for himself through his own efforts.

Why not go to the Ancient Desolation Holy Land instead? Because Wu Dong knew his father was the Holy Son of the Ancient Desolation Holy Land. If he went there, what would be the point of his own struggle?

On his way here, Wu Dong had learned that the Anti-God Holy Land had recently opened its gates to recruit disciples. So by the time he arrived, the Apprentice Recruitment Plaza was already filled with countless mortals, cultivators, and even immortals.

Most of them were here for the Anti-God Holy Land.

The Five Great Holy Lands each had different schedules for recruiting disciples, but their timings were roughly similar.

“How interesting. I wonder what level of disciple I’ll become?”

Based on what Wu Dong gathered, the Anti-God Holy Land possessed an Anti-God Bell, and the criteria for accepting disciples was to assess their aptitude using this bell.

But according to Wu Dong’s own guess, his talent should at least qualify him for the level of a Direct Disciple.

So before approaching the Anti-God Bell, Wu Dong took a deep breath to calm his excited heart. Only then did he place his hand on the bell.

Dong dong dong!

The next moment, eight clear chimes rang out in succession, signaling that Wu Dong had qualified to become a Direct Disciple of the Anti-God Holy Land.

Although he had expected this result, hearing eight chimes instead of the full nine still left Wu Dong feeling somewhat disappointed inside.

As the eight chimes echoed, all the powerful figures in the Anti-God Holy Land were immediately stirred into action. The surrounding disciples who were undergoing their assessments cast envious glances at Wu Dong.

It wasn’t long before, led by Zhang Jie, the Holy Lord of the Anti-God Holy Land, the respected Elders who held considerable influence appeared before Wu Dong.

“Ahem, young friend, I am from the Anti-God Holy Land…”

Zhang Jie looked at Wu Dong with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, preparing to officially take Wu Dong as his disciple. But before he could finish speaking, Wu Dong raised his hand and interrupted him.

“Senior, I am willing.”

Wu Dong had planned all along to apprentice within the Anti-God Holy Land to hone his skills. Besides, it was obvious that Zhang Jie was the leader of this group.

Given the situation, becoming Zhang Jie’s disciple was clearly the best choice.

Zhang Jie was momentarily stunned, but after hearing Wu Dong’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

“Ha ha, in that case, starting today, you shall be the Head Disciple under my tutelage.”

Zhang Jie had no other disciples; after all, few had triggered eight chimes on the Anti-God Bell before, and those who had were snatched up by other Elders.

So, until now, Zhang Jie finally had a disciple of his own.

After accepting Wu Dong, Zhang Jie was eager to announce it to the world, but Wu Dong stopped him.

“Master, I am focused solely on my cultivation and have no interest in fame. If you announce my existence to the world, it might affect my training. I hope Master can keep this low-key.”

Wu Dong said this seriously and sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jie was taken aback. After a long moment, he sighed but agreed—after all, this was his only disciple. What if he upset him and he ran off?

These days, it’s rare to see anyone who can make the Anti-God Bell chime eight times.

Seeing Zhang Jie snatch Wu Dong up first, the surrounding Elders couldn’t help but grit their teeth in frustration.

It wasn’t that they looked down on Zhang Jie. His strength was indeed impressive, but when it came to teaching disciples, he might not be as skilled as some of the Immortal Venerables.

So, several other Elders stepped forward and respectfully greeted Wu Dong.

“Little friend Wu, if you ever have any questions, feel free to come and consult me.”

“Me too!”

Many Elders also spoke up in agreement. Although Wu Dong had become Zhang Jie’s disciple, he was still a disciple of the Anti-God Holy Land. They couldn’t bear to see him be overlooked just because of this.

Hearing this, Wu Dong felt deeply moved and raised his hand in thanks.

“Thank you all, honorable Elders, for your concern. If I encounter any difficulties in my cultivation, I will certainly seek your guidance, provided you don’t mind.”

At this, the Elders finally showed satisfied expressions.

“All right, Wu Dong, since you are now under my tutelage, consult your Master if you have any problems with your cultivation. Although I haven’t formally taught others before, I do have some insights. Whatever questions you have, I will make sure to answer them.”

After saying this, Zhang Jie immediately led Wu Dong away, shooting a fierce glare back at the Elders behind him as they left.

Though Wu Dong didn’t know why, he had a feeling his future cultivation wasn’t going to be easy.

Meanwhile, in a desolate great mountain in the Eastern Region, an area littered with bones and seemingly off-limits to anyone, lies the infamous Demonic Path stronghold known as Demon Refining Valley.

But at this moment, the Demon Refining Valley was far from peaceful.