Chapter 332: Achieving the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm
The Gaia consciousness of this Small Thousand World was originally chaotic.
However, it was unwilling to just obediently hand over the total authority of this world.
However,
Peng Feng was not in a hurry.
He began to exert all his strength, slowly refining the total authority of this world.
Is it useful for you not to hand it over?
Heh.
And so,
Peng Feng sat at the top of this Small Thousand World, refining it for a full twenty-five days.
On this day,
Peng Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
“Snow.”
In the sky, snow suddenly began to fall.
“Clear.”
Instantly, the snow stopped, and the sky cleared.
“Rain.”
Immediately, heavy rain poured down.
At this point,
Peng Feng stopped his divine power.
He had completely mastered the total authority of this world. Next, he directly combined the total authority of this Small Thousand World with his own divine soul.
As the total authority of the Small Thousand World merged into his divine soul,
his own aura also rose steadily.
Rising higher and higher.
Until finally, he reached a realm that was difficult to describe.
This realm was the legendary Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm!
Before, whether it was the Human Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Immortal Realm, or the Golden Immortal Realm, it was merely an increase in power, at most with an increase in defense. At most, it went from being able to split a mountain to being able to knock down many mountains with one punch.
However,
reaching the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm was not just that. Not only could the divine soul merge into the Small Thousand World, but he also mastered many magical abilities, such as manipulating a certain amount of the timeline.
Of course, he could only manipulate the timelines of the Small Thousand World and those far weaker than himself.
He could not manipulate his own timeline; that was an ability only a Quasi-Sage possessed.
As for manipulating the timelines of powerful opponents, that was an ability only a Saint possessed.
Peng Feng suddenly exhaled a breath.
He had finally become a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
And in the Journey to the West World, the strongest were the Quasi-Sages, and the second-highest realm was the Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Now, the number of people in the entire Journey to the West World who could kill him should be very few.
Next,
Peng Feng left the *Demon Slayer* Small Thousand World.
When Shinobu Kocho saw the news of the Wind Immortal’s departure, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Peng Feng’s strength was truly too strong.
So strong that even the Demon King Muzan was directly unable to resist.
And then,
Peng Feng disappeared again, no one knew where he went.
This made Shinobu Kocho even more worried.
Not long ago, the sky kept switching between snowing, raining, and clearing, which made Shinobu Kocho jump in fright. Wouldn’t the Wind Immortal destroy this world?
Fortunately,
Peng Feng left.
This also made Shinobu Kocho breathe a sigh of relief.
In this way, she was finally relieved.
At this time,
Peng Feng also returned to his own world.
He found that this chat group was quite fun.
However, most of the people in the chat group were still mortals with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.
But in the Journey to the West World, a single closed-door cultivation could take hundreds of years, or even ten thousand years in the blink of an eye. If he went into closed-door cultivation, most of the people in the chat group would probably be dead.
Then, it would be meaningless.
Therefore, the only way now was one.
That was to manipulate the timeline.
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The people in the chat group were too weak compared to him, who had achieved the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm. Now that he was in the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, he could manipulate their timelines.
Simply manipulate the timeline directly.
Ten thousand years to one year.
In other words, Peng Feng would cultivate for ten thousand years in the Journey to the West World.
And only one year would pass in the chat group.
When Peng Feng began to manipulate the timeline, he felt the mysteries of space-time, the beauty of the river of time, suddenly unfolding before him. This feeling…was very stimulating.
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Unknowingly,
ten thousand years had passed.
Of course, in the chat group, only one year had passed.
During this year, two new people had joined the group.
One new person was the shameless Zhang Chulan from the *Under One Person* world. Although the *Under One Person* world was a mess,
there really wasn’t any super big crisis. Everything could be solved by Zhang Chulan himself, so there was no need to trouble the Wind Immortal.
Since joining the group, the other members had been somewhat afraid of Peng Feng. When it wasn’t necessary, they wouldn’t let Peng Feng easily enter their worlds.
Of course, Shinobu Kocho still didn’t understand what Peng Feng did in the *Demon Slayer* world.
However, the rules of the group had already been formed.
And the other new person was Di Yun from the *A Deadly Secret* world. Di Yun, as in the original story, had fallen into the snow valley and directly encountered the tyrannical Blood Saber Old Ancestor.
He really felt that he couldn’t defeat the Blood Saber Old Ancestor, so he summoned the Wind Immortal.
And Peng Feng, of course, did as he wished. He directly entered the *A Deadly Secret* world and destroyed the Blood Saber Old Ancestor without even using a single finger.
Then, just like he did in the *Demon Slayer* world, he flew directly to the top of this world and spent about ten days refining this Small Thousand World.
In other words,
now,
Peng Feng already possessed two Small Thousand Worlds, which was much stronger than other Great Luo Golden Immortals who only had one Small Thousand World.
Not only that,
Peng Feng’s own strength had also made great progress.
He had discovered that his cultivation speed in the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm was about one small realm every thousand years.
This speed was actually astonishingly fast.
Others, no matter who they were, who could enter the Great Luo Realm, were all exceptionally talented. But in the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, they often needed thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, to advance a small realm.
Peng Feng advancing a small realm in just a thousand years was unprecedented. It was unknown if there would be anyone like him in the future.
And so,
Peng Feng’s strength improved extremely quickly.
In just ten thousand years, he had reached the tenth level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.
With this cultivation, he could also be among the top in the entire Journey to the West World. Only those Quasi-Sages could steadily suppress him.
Peng Feng exhaled a long breath.
Finally, he had reached the tenth level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.
Not easy!
There were some things that it was time to do.
This matter,
was an old matter from ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, when he first took charge of the Four Seas Dragon Race,
he learned that there was a race in this world called the Golden Winged Peng Bird Race, and this race actually ate dragons.
There were only a dozen or so creatures in this race.
Every hundred years, they would go out,
and each time they went out, they would capture dozens, or even hundreds, of dragons to eat.
Heh!
He was now the Great Sage of the Dragon Race!
He was the king of the Four Seas Dragon Race!
He absolutely would not allow it.
Someone was allowed to eat the Dragon Race.
Therefore, Golden Winged Peng Birds, please go die.
Peng Feng thought with murderous intent.
