My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

633 A Spear from the Sky!

The onlookers were curious about the king corpse’s capabilities in the bone pattern realm. They hoped to gauge if it was as dominant in the other realms.

But while they were content to wait, Qin Huai wasn’t. When the king corpse made a sudden move, launching at Third Young Master Qiong’s group after a brief pause, Third Young Master Qiong shouted, “Stop him!”

Demons from every direction converged upon Qin Huai, their sharp claws forming a dark, overwhelming wave. These blood refinement realm demons, bound by their loyalty and lineage, saw sacrificing themselves as a noble act.

As they attacked, the force felt like a massive weight crashing onto the king corpse, driving his legs deep into the ground. The onslaught was so fierce that it left no part of Qin Huai untouched. To any observer, this would seem like an insurmountable assault, one that would defeat even the strongest of warriors.

However, Qin Huai, drawing upon the strength of his king bones, crushed the approaching demons. In moments, all that surrounded him were remains.

Using the blood manipulation technique, he mended the bones in his body and rejuvenated the king corpse. Like a determined creature in quicksand, he persevered, pushing through the mire toward the light, ignoring the dying cries of the demons. This chapter is updated by ɴo(v)elFɪre.net

As his power flowed smoothly, and the strength of the king bones intensified, chaos reigned. The surrounding area turned into a whirlwind of flesh, with demon bodies launched skywards.

The king corpse had achieved the prowess of the visceral prefecture realm. Emerging, covered in blood, the king corpse stood atop the remnants.

Then, a dramatic change occurred. Flames blazed from the sky, and a phoenix’s cry echoed, leaving fiery trails that lingered.

“Phoenix Strike!”

A massive fiery pit appeared overhead, crashing down on the King’s Corpse.

Boom!

Immediately, the king corpse was engulfed in a blazing inferno. Intense heat began to distort his surroundings, evaporating his body’s fluids and threatening to dismantle the blood release technique. Fiery phoenixes danced amidst the flames, making the heat almost unbearable.

Most would have succumbed to the intense heat and illusions by now, but the king corpse was no ordinary entity. His blood transformed, turning to gold and coursing through his body like a regal robe.

Feng Tianyang and Huang Shaocong, watching from a distance, exchanged worried glances. “He’s resisting our power for this long?”

They were reminded of an old adversary, a shadow from their past.

Laughing, Third Young Master Qiong approached the king corpse, mouth agape, and took a large bite, swallowing even the limbs of both Wang Shi and Huang Shaocong. As he gloated, the king corpse retaliated, launching a golden thread into Third Young Master Qiong’s belly, connecting back to his wounded arm.

Third Young Master Qiong’s expression changed drastically. “Invincible Vajra Blood! It’s him!”

The mention of “invincible Vajra blood” alarmed everyone present. This was the mark of a formidable opponent.

“Don’t let him mess up your mind! It shouldn’t be Prince Qing Cang!” Young Master Qi belatedly shouted. Trying to ease tensions, he reminded them that this rare blood type was not limited to their feared nemesis. It could also belong to the Diamond King of the Sacred Heart Sect.

The mention of the alternative possibility brought a wave of relief to the group. As long as it wasn’t their most dreaded foe, they felt they could manage.

The creature stiffened. Observing that the king’s corpse could still move, Bai Shiquan summoned another white tiger phantom, ready for another attack.

The king corpse’s blood manipulation technique grew more sluggish.

Meanwhile, descending from above was a youth from the black tortoise clan, dressed in blue-green robes. He raised an enormous stone, fortified by a magical spell, evident from its unusual glow.

A cloud of mist materialized beneath the king corpse, dampening the transformation of his golden blood. Suddenly, the massive stone came crashing down on the king corpse, burying him beneath.

Bang!

The Fourth Generation Fairy gracefully motioned her fingers, conjuring a vast purple net that landed on the stone. In mere moments, the stone shattered like fragile tofu, and the king corpse was sliced in half, his bones scattering everywhere.

The area was now a vivid spectacle of fresh blood and broken bones. The seven elite geniuses from the six royal clans had successfully brought down the king bone puppet. Exchanging satisfied glances, they reveled in their collective triumph.

“We’ve done it!” exclaimed Fourth Generation Fairy joyfully.

“As long as he’s not in the picture, combined, we are unmatched,” boasted Third Young Master Qiong.

Young Master Qi added a note of caution, “Our techniques might reign supreme in the bone pattern realm, but they shine even brighter in the visceral prefecture realm.”

Nods of agreement followed. Their ancestral bloodlines grew more potent with each rising realm, pushing their abilities to unparalleled heights. For them, perfection wasn’t about continuous cultivation — it was about returning to the peak of their innate potential. Yet, humanity had altered their path and, in some ways, overshadowed them.

The elders, witnessing the prowess of the seven, couldn’t help but smile. This fight was not just a display of their strength but also a testament to the resilience of their royal lineages.

However, Huang Shaocong and Feng Tianyang appeared drained. They remarked on the excessive energy the phoenix flames consumed and expressed their awe at the king corpse’s resilience, saying, “That person’s flesh and blood are not inferior to the king realm… His bones were still intact. He’s really a monster.”

As they looked skyward, they observed the once vast sea of blood now reduced to a mere droplet, rapidly descending.

“That must be the blood beasts’ secret,” they murmured.

But their expressions shifted abruptly as they noticed the “secret” took on the form of a spear.