Dao Lord: Starting from a Top-grade Golden Core

Wang Jiao was a native of the Guangyuan Realm. He wasn’t raised among mortals; both his parents were Independent Cultivators. Although their cultivation levels were not high, they held a certain prestige in their remote region.

However, when he was young, his parents were tracked down and killed by their enemies, brutally branding a cruel ’truth’ into his heart.

In this world, the strong dictate the life and death of the weak. So, what did it mean to be strong?

The strong were those with masterful Daoist skills, vast Divine Techniques, and high cultivation levels.

𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

To become strong, Wang Jiao had clawed his way up. Relying on his considerable talent, his unscrupulous methods, and a few fortunate encounters, he had managed to make it to where he was today.

He not only formed a Top-grade Golden Core but also cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm. He and six others—Chequan, Zhen Ping, Wang Guang, Li He, and the Wei Brothers—occupied a small spiritual land in the Guangyuan Realm to cultivate. They had also made quite a name for themselves in Weiyun Immortal City, where they were known as the Seven Friends of Huangshan Lake.

Of course, this reputation was not entirely one of praise.

Wang Jiao held a Treasure Pearl, constantly shining it into the void. Many hidden threats were then reflected in his mind.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator could resist ordinary violent qi and fire poison by expending their power, but if they were truly unlucky and encountered even more powerful chaotic primordial qi or a storm of toxic fire, they wouldn’t necessarily perish on the spot, but they would have to expend a massive amount of energy.

In such a situation, if one had no means of replenishment and couldn’t find a place to recuperate, it would instantly become like drifting on a raft at sea—a dead end.

The Seven Friends of Huangshan Lake were able to travel back and forth through the void not because they were lucky, but because they relied on Wang Jiao’s Treasure Pearl to avoid many dangers.

Under his leadership, the Seven Friends of Huangshan Lake pursued them at high speed. However, the Du Xu Palace flew extremely fast through the void. The seven of them were already slower, and they also had to evade the corrosion of the fiercest violent qi and toxic fire, so the distance between them quickly grew.

Before long, the Du Xu Palace had faintly disappeared beyond the range of normal perception. Wang Jiao’s expression remained unchanged as he shouted via voice transmission, "Fellow Daoist Che!"

Among the Seven Friends of Huangshan Lake, only one had the surname Che, with the given name Quan. He was the cultivator with the grayish complexion.

Hearing this, Chequan gave a sinister chuckle and gently opened his hand. A large mouth surprisingly opened in his palm, and a scarlet, snake-like tongue unfurled from within. Flicking like a real snake’s, it began to gather information from the void.

After just a moment, Chequan spoke up. "That Magical Treasure Flying Palace is still flying in a straight line."

Wang Jiao nodded slightly. As long as the Magical Treasure Flying Palace didn’t change its course after leaving their range of perception, there was no fear of it escaping. He said no more and focused on the pursuit.

The chase continued for an unknown number of days. For Nascent Soul Cultivators, this naturally wouldn’t be considered a long time, but it was different in the void.

After all, Nascent Soul Cultivators could not draw any sustenance from the violent qi of the void. In fact, they had to expend a great deal of effort just to resist its corrosion. Although Wang Jiao’s treasure helped them avoid many dangers, such a long journey was still extremely draining on their vital energy.

Among them, Zhen Ping, who had the shallowest cultivation, was already starting to struggle. He couldn’t help but ask, "We’ve gone so deep into the void that we’ve left the range of the Little Void Realms. Isn’t that person afraid of the dangers here?"

The so-called Void Realms were resting places like the aforementioned Jinglong Headship Ship. Outside the Guangyuan Realm, Weiyun Immortal City itself had established the Ten Directions Great Void Realm, and the eleven Heaven-Reaching Treasure Pavilions had set up well over a thousand Little Void Realms, forming a vast network.

But even so, the Void Realms were still few and far between in the vastness of the cosmos. The distance between any two of them was immense, often measured in the hundreds of millions.

Therefore, the range of activity for ordinary cultivators was still centered around the various Void Realms. If they went too deep into the void, forget about whether they had the strength for it—they risked getting lost forever.

"It’s precisely because he has that Magical Treasure Flying Palace that he can fearlessly venture so deep into the void," another person replied coldly, a covetous gleam in his eyes.

But even so, continuing like this was not a sustainable solution. They were indeed men who gambled with their lives, but they weren’t so hot-headed as to throw them away for nothing.

The group looked toward Wang Jiao, their expressions questioning.

Wang Jiao asked, "Fellow Daoist Che, are you certain our pursuit path is correct?"

In truth, they had already changed direction several times following the path. After all, even a slight deviation while flying through the void could lead one far astray. Although Xuzhuang had already studied the star charts, he still needed to reorient himself frequently. Without Chequan’s Secret Technique, they probably would have lost the trail already.

The snake tongue in Chequan’s palm flicked out again. He replied in a low voice, "The other party doesn’t seem to have any intention of concealing their trail. My senses are definitely not mistaken."

"Good." Wang Jiao nodded calmly. He suddenly flicked his finger, and a talisman shot out. It hovered high above, releasing a silvery-white light that expanded outward, carving out a tranquil space in the void in just a moment.

Wang Jiao said solemnly, "Fellow Daoists, just think about it. If we can obtain that Magical Treasure Flying Palace, our future cultivation path will be a smooth and open road."

He pointed to the talisman above and said, "As long as we don’t encounter any powerful storms, this Treasure Clearing Charm should last for seventy-two hours. We can use this opportunity to rest and recover. We will resume the pursuit before it’s half used up. What do you all think?"

"Excellent." Chequan said, invigorated. "Rest assured, Brother Wang, I will support you with all my strength."

How could the others not understand the implications of Wang Jiao’s words? They all voiced their agreement.

Seeing this, Wang Jiao nodded and took out many Spiritual Objects from his own storage, distributing them to the group.

The Seven Friends of Huangshan Lake followed Wang Jiao’s lead. Even if they managed to seize the Magical Treasure Flying Palace, it would surely be his to command. Therefore, seeing him make this gesture, none of them had any reason to refuse. They accepted the items and began to regulate their breathing.