My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Chapter 682: The End (3)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The fresh blood that once flowed freely had now transformed into dry scabs, clinging stubbornly to their flesh. Both Bai Wuya and the Sacred Heart Sect Master stood defiantly, neither succumbing to death.

Only the leader of the True Path Sect, who had relied on a drastic combat technique, had met his end in the sky.

Bai Wuya felt confusion clouding his mind, chaos reflecting in his eyes. His body was a mere step away from giving up, internal organs in shambles.

However, luck seemed to be on his side as the Sacred Heart Sect Master appeared to be in an even more pitiful state. His power seemed to waver and decline continuously, indicative of the recent use of a powerful secret technique, reminiscent of the Nine Supremes clan’s death substitution technique. Now, he was just a mere king, albeit one with a fully realized spiritual altar.

With a mocking chuckle, Bai Wuya taunted, “If we were in the same realm, I might not be your match.” The implications of his statement were clear.

The sect master responded only with a silent, icy stare, devoid of any emotion. “Your spiritual sense has already failed, and you’re just an arrow at the end of its flight,” he retorted calmly, a declaration that left Bai Wuya somewhat puzzled.

Yet before Bai Wuya could initiate his next move, the sect master began crafting a series of hand seals.

“Don’t even think about it!” Outraged, Bai Wuya lunged forward, launching a ferocious strike towards the Sacred Heart Sect Master. His assault spanned several miles in the blink of an eye.

But before a triumphant grin could even grace his lips, the sect master’s figure fragmented into shards under the force of Bai Wuya’s tiger claw – nothing more than an illusion.

Realization dawned upon Bai Wuya, his eyes narrowing as he finally grasped the depth of the sect master’s strategy. He spun around, his gaze locking onto the sinister blood-red tendrils looming ominously in the sky.

“Sacred Heart Myriad Transformations, Eight Vicious Skills, Blood Seal!”

Resembling vengeful pythons, they lunged towards him with unrestrained ferocity, a symphony of the sect master’s destructive techniques aimed at sealing his fate.

Up in the sky, the Sacred Heart Sect Master reappeared, having completed the final stage of his complex hand seal. As his palms met, it seemed as though the world itself had succumbed to a restrictive force.

But Bai Wuya wasn’t about to be caged so easily. With a furious roar, he defied, “You think these petty tricks can hold me down?” Despite being on the brink of collapse, his king bones emanated a godly strength, proving that his power had yet to be fully depleted.

A gruesome dance ensued as Bai Wuya fought vehemently, his powerful form tearing through the tendrils with desperate resolve. But the tendrils regenerated at an alarming rate, a pace too swift for him to maintain his defense.

Puff!

A wet, slithering noise echoed as the first of the tendrils wrapped itself around Bai Wuya’s heart, followed swiftly by another encircling his limbs, arms, and even encompassing his head. They worked frantically, intending to devour him entirely, soon forming a colossal orb of blood that spanned hundreds of meters.

Others tried to intervene, attempting to stop the grotesque transformation unfolding before them. But it was too late. The Sacred Heart Sect Master had vanished, leaving behind only the pulsating mass.

Or rather, that was the Sacred Heart Sect Master’s true form, a final desperate bid to end the battle once and for all.

The strong tentacles pulsed and squirmed, progressively shrinking the blood orb with every contraction.

All attempts by the kings to halt this process seemed only to inflict more pain on Bai Wuya, rendering cries of anguish that echoed across the battlefield. It was as if every strike on the orb reverberated directly onto him.

“Stop!” A somber voice cut through the chaotic scene, demanding a halt to their efforts. “This mass of flesh and blood is now intrinsically linked to Bai Wuya. If we destroy it, Bai Wuya won’t be able to survive.”

The speaker’s gaze drifted skyward, his expression stoic as he said, “For the future of our six royal clans, Clan Leader Bai has sacrificed his life. This is something we will never be able to forget even after ten thousand years!” His eyes were calm as he watched the ball of blood shrink to the size of a few people.

“Inherit Clan Leader Bail s will!”

With fervent cries. the demons rallied, unified in their determination to uDhold Bai Wuya’s legacy. In the wake of the Sacred Heart Sect’s implosion and the obliteration of other formidable forces in the fiery onslaught, they now stood unmatched in Great You, echoing the dominance of the six royal clans from times long past.

“We must carry on his will and lead the six royal clans to greater glory.” Qiong Mou’s voice resonated through the sky, a proclamation that left the hearts of the human generals crumbling in despair.

However, hearing Qiong Mou’s words, the royal clans’ leaders suddenly realized that something was wrong. Their suspicions were confirmed when Qiong Mou abruptly swallowed the diminishing blood orb, an act that triggered a torrent of burgeoning power within him.

Boom!

A triumphant smile spread across Qiong Mou’s face as he declared, “My time has come.” His aura rose rapidly, a true ancestor in the art of devouring. He had facilitated Bai Wuya’s rise to power, and even the Sacred Heart Sect had borrowed from his clan’s wisdom in their endeavors.

The unfolding circumstances presented Qiong Mou with a golden opportunity to seize control, an opportunity birthed from the chaotic clash that saw the fall of many formidable leaders.

“When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman benefits.”

Embracing the surging energy within him, which seemed to elevate him to unprecedented heights, Qiong Mou addressed the crowd below with a condescending gaze, likening them to a mere swarm of ants.

“Did the Seven Supremes of Qingzhou come?”

“No,” the Nine Supremes clan’s leader answered, affirming the rebellion of the absent seven kings of Qingzhou. “They didn’t come when summoned. They have already turned against us.”

“Let’s give up the three sects for now and move to Qingzhou!” With a decisive wave of his hand, Qiong Mou redirected their focus towards Qingzhou, discarding any concern for the remnants of the three decimated sects.

The three sects’ once-powerful defensive forces had been eradicated, leaving them as helpless as lambs awaiting the slaughter. The trump cards left behind by the three sects that could contend against the six royal clans and defend the city had already been turned into ashes by the True Path Sect’s master’s explosion.

Qingzhou remained the sole bastion capable of mounting a resistance, harboring a massive populace and the protection of the seven kings. If given time, their heaven-defying luck might create another Qin Huai.

But Qiong Mou had no intention of allowing potential threats to arise, no willingness to divide the reins of power. As the new, uncontested leader, his sights were firmly set on conquering Qingzhou, fully intent on monopolizing the world that lay spread before him..