Follow the path of Dao from infancy

Chapter 1240: Chapter 268: Appreciation

As Li Hao crossed, his identity number suddenly leaped up, jumping from beyond the thirtieth rank to the seventeenth!

Such a leap in advancement could not be achieved by simply enduring time in the Tenth Desolate Realm. The elders from the various sects outside, not ordinary people by any means, were immediately startled by this scene.

"That guy with the number 996 must have broken through the Tenth Desolate Realm!"

"Such an improvement must be a breakthrough in realms. Which sect’s disciple is this?"

The members of the Tianyi Sect from the Star Palace and the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Tower exchanged glances with solemn expressions.

Among the crowd, Li Tie Mu was stunned.

He forgot to swallow the strong wine in his mouth, and it trickled down like saliva over his stubble, soaking his lapel.

But he didn’t notice at all.

Others might not know, but he knew that... that was Li Hao’s number!

That kid, that kid... did he break through the Tenth Desolate Realm?!

Li Tie Mu was shocked. The gap between the Eleventh Desolate Realm and the Tenth is vast, the difference between the True Immortal Realm and the Immortal Monarch Realm. That kid actually broke through the barrier; such strength far exceeds the level needed to defeat the Ancestor Dragon.

Hearing the discussions around him, he suddenly regained his senses, broke into a cold sweat, and quickly gathered his wits to avoid showing any abnormality to others.

This kid, this damn kid... Li Tie Mu felt both shock and joy in his heart. From Emperor Sword Mountain to now, Li Hao had given him one surprise after another, finally revealing his true cards here.

"This kid, even deceiving me, he has no notable lineage. How did he do it?"

Despite his joy, Li Tie Mu couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

He glanced at the numbers of Yue Xi, Murong Qingwu, and Gu Yan.

Only to see Murong Qingwu ranked the highest, already over three thousand. Murong Qingwu and Gu Yan were both around thirty-five hundred.

At this point, other sects’ monsters were also striving hard. These rankings were already quite impressive, and from these rankings, it could be deduced that they were likely in the Ninth Desolate Domain.

"Unexpectedly, this kid is the toughest one. Could it be as the Abyss Master said, that someone’s perception can be so high that it overshadows the foundation of grand lineages like the Emperor Vein and Ancient Immortal Lineage?"

Li Tie Mu thought to himself as his eyes twinkled, his fingers involuntarily clenched with excitement. The joy overshadowed by excitement, feeling like he’d discovered a priceless treasure.

Li Hao’s ascent drew attention from the sects outside, sparking discussions.

High in the clouds, Chu Xiangtian and others focused their eyes, previously unaware of this number or which sect’s disciple it belonged to.

But being able to reach such a rank, surpassing many of their royal brothers and sisters, showcased extraordinary prowess.

"It seems that these sects still have hidden talents."

"Those guys are arrogant and complacent all day; it’s time they realized that these sect monsters are no less than them."

"That Boya Xuejian has reached the seventh rank; he should be the strongest among these sects’ monsters."

"Boya Xuejian, it seems he’s not yet joined anyone’s ranks, apparently planning to make a name in the Southern Domain and then stand by for better opportunities."

"Heh, maybe his thoughts aren’t on our Immortal Dynasty but the Heavenly Palace instead."

"I heard he’s of the Chaos Dao Vein, a snow spirit nurtured in chaos, with unfathomable control over water sources!"

They whispered among themselves, some sneering, others frowning.

In the depths of the Desolate Realm, on a solitary hill.

The white-haired elder and the Gold Armor General both showed surprise in their eyes, not expecting that little fellow could actually break through the wall of fog; this wasn’t just courage but a breakthrough force surpassing the perfection of the True Immortal Realm Tenth Layer!

"Mastery of that immortal power is certainly extraordinary..."

The Gold Armor middle-aged man also recognized the might of that youth’s sword, a hint of appreciation gleaming in his golden candle-like eyes.

The white-haired elder, however, slightly frowned and gazed intently.

"But the Eleventh Desolate Realm is his limit."

The Gold Armor middle-aged man glanced at the youth standing in the Eleventh Desolate Realm and turned to the white-haired elder with a light smile, "Old Yuan, how long do you think he can last?"

The white-haired, white-robed Old Yuan refocused, gazed slightly, then lightly said, "At least thirty minutes!"

The Gold Armor middle-aged man was taken aback, couldn’t help laughing, "That’s exaggerated! Even though I admire him, the Tao Origin in the Eleventh Desolate Realm already contains Immortal Tao power, its force more than tenfold increased."

"Care to bet on it?"

Old Yuan looked at him calmly.

The Gold Armor middle-aged man slightly grinned, showing a domineering smile, "I bet he won’t last fifteen minutes!"

Old Yuan’s lips curled slightly, "If you lose, you cannot intervene in the Demon Suppression Bureau’s affairs, and also, this youth will belong to our National Supervision Institute."

The Gold Armor middle-aged man’s eyes slightly raised, but he didn’t retreat, "Alright, if you lose, this youth will be mine, and you can’t interfere when I act on the Demon Suppression Bureau’s matters!"

Old Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, not expecting that the concern he had couldn’t be settled after two games of chess earlier, yet was resolved because of this youth.

He had great confidence in that youth because he already noticed some of the youth’s foundations, and, throughout, the youth hadn’t even revealed the power of an Immortal Seal.

Being able to acquire such an Immortal Law, he must have undergone trials, the minimum being a Three Flowers Immortal Seal!

Thinking of this, he laughed even more cheerfully.

The Gold Armor middle-aged man frowning at his laughter felt something was overlooked, but he didn’t believe his eye for talent was inferior to Old Yuan’s.

"Kid, know when to quit..."

He gazed into the distance, eyes focused, his expression becoming solemn for the first time.

The fate of the major authority division of the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty, the Demon Suppression Bureau, hinged on their bet and was placed on the shoulders of a youth thousands of miles away.