A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Instant Defeat, Wu Hao’s Polite Refusal

“Fellow Daoist Wu, I would like to spar with you.”

Lu Ren looked at Wu Hao with a glint of battle intent in his eyes. As the Holy Lord of the Time and Space Holy Land, he possessed the supreme Time Sacred Body constitution, capable of controlling time. Plus, with the aid of the Time Bell, Lu Ren felt compelled to challenge Wu Hao to a fight.

Upon hearing Lu Ren’s words, Wu Hao awkwardly rubbed his neck but still nodded in agreement.

“Since Fellow Daoist Lu wishes to spar, then let’s spar.”

With that, Wu Hao waved his large hand, instantly drawing everyone present into his Inner World.

After all, creating an Inner World merely required cultivating to the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

(P.S.: Opening a world requires the Saint realm, but developing an Inner World requires the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.)

So, regarding Wu Hao’s move, neither Wu Tiankun nor Lu Mengyuan felt particularly stirred. However, Lu Ren and Wu Zhengyu were deeply shaken inside.

Lu Ren’s astonishment came from not even realizing when Wu Hao had pulled him into his Inner World, meaning Wu Hao’s cultivation was at least a whole realm higher than his own—in other words, above the Immortal Emperor?

At that thought, Lu Ren’s shock intensified. If Wu Hao truly surpassed the Immortal Emperor realm, he would be the second being above that level besides the Blood Emperor.

As for Wu Zhengyu, witnessing this moment shattered all his previous beliefs, and he exclaimed internally, “Wow!”

He had initially thought, judging by his mother and grandfather’s attire, that he had traveled back to some ancient world. But judging by the current situation, that clearly wasn’t the case.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Zhengyu calmed his racing heart.

“Okay, I need to stay calm. I’m about to take off—this is the cultivation world, after all. If I can seize the opportunity well, then I’ll really take off!”

Meanwhile, Lu Ren waved his great hand and directly summoned the Time Bell, speaking to Wu Hao.

“I’m going to make the first move, Fellow Daoist. Be careful.”

“Hm.”

Wu Hao calmly nodded in response. Perhaps from the start, he had never considered Lu Ren a worthy opponent. Because of this, Wu Hao deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the Initial Immortal Emperor level, aiming to test whether Lu Ren could withstand just three strikes from him.

The next moment, as Lu Ren poured his power into the Time Bell, the surroundings began to warp. In an instant, a black sphere of light condensed within the Time Bell and shot directly toward Wu Hao.

Every space the black sphere of light touched was without exception instantly shattered, which piqued Wu Hao’s interest somewhat.

“So this is the power of the Time Bell?”

From Wu Hao’s perspective, this force was enough to kill a Late Stage Immortal Emperor without much trouble. However, when faced with Wu Hao, it still seemed a bit lacking in refinement.

As the black sphere flew toward Wu Hao, he didn’t take out any weapon but merely waved his hand, and in the next moment, he directly swatted the sphere away.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, you’d better show your full strength. Otherwise, you might as well admit defeat right now.”

Lu Ren was not surprised that Wu Hao could deflect his strike. In fact, this attack was specifically meant to test Wu Hao’s approximate strength.

By now, Lu Ren clearly understood that without going all out, it would be impossible to claim any victory over Wu Hao.

With this in mind, a jade-green glow suddenly exploded from Lu Ren’s body. In the next second, the light flowed and tilted from Lu Ren toward the Time Bell. Then, the time surrounding the Time Bell began to slow down drastically.

Not only that, after a few breaths, the space-time around the Time Bell resumed its slow flow—and its speed kept increasing steadily.

“Fellow Daoist, be careful!”

With Lu Ren finishing his charge, the temporal power within the Time Bell surged out toward Wu Hao, flowing backward through millions of years per second. If it struck Wu Hao, it might only take a few minutes to utterly erase all the years of his painstaking cultivation.

Witnessing this, Wu Hao’s interest grew even stronger.

“Interesting. You grasp the basics of time itself, and with the help of the Time Bell, you’ve maximized it. In that case, let me see how my sword fares.”

As Wu Hao finished speaking, a ninth-grade Immortal Stage long sword appeared in his hand. Before Lu Ren could react, Wu Hao swung the sword down in a single motion—no flashy moves, no special effects, just a sword strike that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time, ignoring the passing years as it came crashing toward Lu Ren.

Even Lu Ren’s attack dispersed utterly before this sword strike. When the sword reached Lu Ren, it dissipated instantly.

It wasn’t that Wu Hao couldn’t kill Lu Ren with this sword—he simply saw no need. After this strike, Lu Ren should fully realize the gap in their strength.

Sure enough, after that sword, Lu Ren retracted the Time Bell with a bitter expression.

“Ancestor Wu, it seems I have been defeated.”

Even when he had faced the Blood Emperor back then, he had never felt such despair. Thinking this, Lu Ren couldn’t help but look at Wu Hao and earnestly plead.

“Old Ancestor Wu, there’s something I’d like to ask for your help with.”

Before Lu Ren could even speak, Wu Hao already guessed his intention and waved his hand to politely refuse.

“I know what you’re about to say, but I won’t get involved in this. The Blood Soul Sect is nothing serious enough for me to take action. When the time comes, someone else will deal with it.”

Hearing Wu Hao’s words, although Lu Ren still wanted him to intervene, he knew it would be impolite to persist in asking.

But he was very curious—who exactly did Wu Hao mean when he said someone would naturally step in?

Meanwhile, Wu Zhengyu, cradled in Lu Mengyuan’s arms, couldn’t help but be shocked after witnessing the fierce battle between Wu Hao and Lu Ren. Such terrifying power could easily destroy worlds. With a backing this formidable, it seemed like for him to not rise far would be impossible.

However, a troubling thought crept into Wu Zhengyu’s mind: both of his ancestors possessed such terrifying strength—surely they must have seen through his origins by now.

If they had uncovered the truth about him, he wondered whether they would take action against him. At the thought of this, Wu Zhengyu’s expression grew extremely tense.

Only from Lu Mengyuan’s perspective, it seemed more likely that Wu Zhengyu was just hungry. With that in mind, she glanced over at Wu Tiankun, about to say something—only then remembering that she still didn’t know Wu Tiankun’s name.