Although unwilling to admit it.

Wang Wu also knew that at this moment he needed to leave immediately.

Otherwise, if Lu Wuchen discovered that he escaped from here, it would only endanger Ah Qing.

The best way now is to let time pass, making Lu Wuchen invest a huge amount of resources in vain, expending great reputation, ultimately ending up with nothing.

This is like a strategic-level slap in the face to the Human Race's strategy in the West Wilderness.

Wang Wu finally set off silently.

The 21.2 Passive Concealment is indeed a trump card, crossing mountains and valleys as if walking on flat ground, even walking on muddy terrain, leaving no footprints despite weighing more than ten tons.

The whole body felt as light as a feather.

Except his heart was heavy.

He finally developed a real sense of belonging to this world that once made him feel severely detached, feeling nothing besides life and death.

He never admitted in his heart that he was a bear, always feeling like he was playing a game in the mortal world, no matter how dangerous or terrifying, at most feeling like he was playing a game with only one life.

He owed nothing to this world, and this world never moved him.

Even if it was Old Niu, Little Wild Boar, calling them brother, he kind of accepted them, Wang Wu never felt sad over their departure.

Even if it was Wolf Bu'er making things difficult for him, causing a series of consequences, he never really hated him to the bone.

But now, the world is like blood, like his torn-in-heart.

Every time the setting sun shines, every grim twilight, every deep night, every blood-colored dawn, it hurts terribly.

He can no longer remain indifferent.

Ten days later, Wang Wu climbed over the last mountain, leaving Centipede Ridge territory. Ahead lay the domain of Heavenly Dao Mountain, with completely different terrain and features; the elevation plummeted from thousands of meters and the lush green lands transformed into barren desert and sandy wasteland.

Even in midsummer, there are raging winds and yellow sand everywhere.

Because the Mad Tiger King's famous Eye of the Storm is right here.

But Wang Wu was unclear about the specifics; he only heard two workers casually mention it ten years ago when following behind She Dada and She Er Gou.

And now it seems their words held truth.

At the boundary of Centipede Ridge, all mountains facing the desert were severely eroded.

The wild winds left no grass, and the mountain rocks weathered away to half their size, forming steep slopes or cliffs of four or five thousand meters on average.

Wang Wu carefully found a route to climb down.

Upon landing, he was greeted by a minimum Level 9 wind howling.

Initially, he didn't think much of it; with his current strength, he wasn't a novice who'd get lost easily.

However, after walking in the wind and sand for about three days, he suddenly started feeling a dull pain in all his joints.

His mind was also a bit fuzzy, as if afflicted by soul loss syndrome.

No, it felt as though he were drying out, becoming a mummy.

Realizing something was off, Wang Wu quickly found a dune to dig into, taking shelter from the wind and immediately opened the attribute bar.

In the past, whenever such conditions occurred, even the slightest negative status, the attribute bar would promptly bombard him with information prompts and warnings, like free ads.

This time, feeling something amiss, but without any prompt appearing, he presumed there was no issue.

Yet after three days, his joints ached all over, still without a prompt.

Upon opening the attribute bar, Wang Wu was stunned.

Previously simple but neat and clean, it felt like a poor household with an elderly mother who kept everything tidy, preparing even the simplest meals hot and ready each day.

But now, that home was in shambles, cobwebs and dust everywhere, unable to provide instant information; even the original attribute information was sloppy, plagued with errors and omissions.

It was like an ancient, weathered yellowed paper on the verge of dispersal, vanishing into oblivion.

No doubt, the attribute bar had been sustained by Bear Mother, and now that Bear Mother was gone, everything would dissolve too.

It seemed to announce, without Bear Mother, you're nothing.

Wang Wu's heart was filled with indescribable sorrow.

He was at a loss; he didn't know what to do.

Outside, the wind howled, surrounded by dead silence of yellow sand, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Fragile and helpless.

After a long while, he finally calmed down, or more accurately, he wasn't that fragile entirely.

He began attempting to salvage the situation.

He must salvage it, regardless of how the attribute bar initially followed him into this world, after Bear Mother's repairs and upgrades, it had become his greatest reliance here.

Also, it's the only memory left by Bear Mother.

Trying to infuse Vitality into the attribute bar, he was pleasantly surprised to find it possible, but after injecting just 200 points, a line of awkwardly emerged text appeared.

But there were only three words.

"Prohibited, insufficient."

But Wang Wu instantly understood. This meant that the attribute bar could accept the injection of Vitality, but because his current Vitality was less than 5,000 Points, injection was prohibited.

This is simple.

Wang Wu quickly took out a Spiritual Energy Practice Pill from his Storage Pouch, swallowed it directly, and his Spiritual Qi instantly surged to 8,000 Points. Now he tried injecting the Spiritual Qi into the attribute bar—it worked!

Great!

However, as long as Wang Wu's total Spiritual Qi was less than half, which is 2,500 Points, the attribute bar would refuse to accept injections.

But this is not a problem at all, he is really lacking Vitality, but not Spiritual Qi.

Not to mention the approximately 100,000 points of Spiritual Qi stored in the Spiritual Essence Gourd, there were over a hundred Practice Pills of Spiritual Qi.

A burst of frenzy.

Wang Wu finally injected 100,000 Points of Spiritual Qi into the attribute bar in one go.

At this moment, the attribute bar finally restored itself, and at this moment, lines of information emerged in a familiar way.

"Due to your Bloodline Evolution Level reaching the expected standard, you have obtained the true inheritance of the Bear Demon Emperor. Your guardian (mother) officially transferred the Inheritance Soul Jade left by the Bear Demon Emperor to you, an item left after the Bear Demon Emperor's death. In the event of your death, it should be passed on to your descendants."

"The Inheritance Soul Jade can operate autonomously, but it requires an annual injection of either 100,000 Points of Vitality or 100,000 Points of Spiritual Qi for operation."

"The Inheritance Soul Jade can adjust its usage style according to the user's habits and comprehension abilities."

"Warning! You have been eroded by the Evil Wind for three days and nights in a state of bewilderment. Since you have no resistance, you unfortunately contracted the Evil Wind Bone Plague. Your bones and joints have been weathered, your lifespan reduced by 1 year, and your Basic Defense, Basic Power, Basic Agility permanently decreased by 1, and Basic Physical Strength, Basic Life permanently decreased by 10!"

"Suggestion: You need to retreat underground, at least 300 meters below, and need to nurse your health according to conventional methods for three months to heal."

——

Damn!

Wang Wu almost cursed out loud at this moment. Are you kidding me?

He didn't have time for sentimentality; his Bear Claws began frantically digging the ground, but moments later, he was dumbfounded again, because there was too much sand. Every time he dug ten meters deep, the surrounding sand caved in.

Despite having 999 Points of Essence of Gold Qi among his Lifebound Demon Soldiers, he was helpless against this sea of sand.

Of course, this didn't stump him.

Activating a Concealing Demon Pill directly elevated his Passive Concealment Level to 20. No need to activate two pills; indeed, just one suffices unless absolutely necessary. This significantly increases room for error.

With a Level 20 Passive Concealment unleashed, the effect was outstanding. He effortlessly descended from the sand to a depth of 100 meters.

But at 100 meters, it was still loose sand.

This Evil Wind was truly bizarre and terrifying.

So he continued downward, pushing straight to a depth of 300 meters underground. There he found peace, as soil appeared.

Then he delved another 300 meters downward and finally encountered a hard layer of rock.

Here, Wang Wu used his Lifebound Demon Soldiers to pave a path and dug a simple cave dwelling for himself.

After that, he urgently operated the Inner Breathing Technique in concert with the Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots—innately and acquired methods—applied jointly for healing.

Indeed, operating the Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots can restore considerable Life Value; otherwise, why would Human Race Cultivators stay hale and hearty, not easily falling ill?

However, even with his formidable and lavish innate plus acquired healing methods, he was swiftly defeated by this Evil Wind Bone Plague.

Because without operating the Inner Breathing Technique or Ice and Fire Spiritual Qi, he already felt as if tens of thousands of ants came alive in his bones and joints, dancing and partying wildly—a sensation of soreness, itchiness, numbness, and pain that overwhelmed him within seconds.

Really, I can't withstand it.

Absolutely can't withstand it.

It felt as if his body wasn't his own, reacting reflexively with various spasms and jerks.

His nose and tears became a mingled mess.

Only then did he realize why this Evil Wind Bone Plague was so severe, causing permanent loss of so many attributes, and why the attribute bar loaded with the Inheritance Soul Jade still required a three-month healing period at his current strength.

Because it was really tenacious.

"I wonder if this counts as a Demon Emperor Level negative status? I should treat it as a means to boost Abnormal Resistance since I can't even undertake daily cultivation."

All Wang Wu could do was think this way, then pause for a moment to rest, muster up his courage again, operate the Inner Breathing Technique and Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots. Facing dangers courageously, with a defiant attitude!

But no matter how loudly he shouted his slogans, it couldn't hide the fact that every dozen seconds, he was routed into disarray.

Then he would rest briefly, continue his efforts, and be routed again.

At one point, Wang Wu nearly thought he was truly crazy.

The setbacks were too brutal.

This time, he was truly certain, no mistake—this was definitely a Demon Emperor Level negative status.

This condition would not simply remain inactive just because he didn't treat it; it wouldn't spontaneously recover after three months.

The prerequisite here was that treatment was essential.

Without treatment, the Evil Wind Bone Plague would only worsen over time.

It's truly taking his life away!

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