Sneaking Into the Spirit World!

The white-robed king’s face broke into a relaxed smile.

“Yue Yang will pledge his loyalty to the king and the Sacred Heart Sect, even if it means walking through fire and water!”

“Excellent! That’s what I wanted to hear from you, Lord Yue!” The white-robed king slapped Yue Yang’s shoulder heartily. “Then I request your help, Lord Yue, in determining Kong Binghuang’s location and tracking down the key players from Wuji Mountain. No matter how strong their fate-concealing treasure might be, it can’t shield everyone, can it?”

Yue Yang kept his gaze lowered but didn’t hesitate to agree. “I will obey, my liege!”

“Then, I will have to ask you, Lord Yue, to personally handle this matter.” The white-robed king patted Yue Yang’s shoulder, a look of relief washing over his face. He then observed as Yue Yang swiftly took his leave towards the pavilion.

“My lord, this situation is suspicious. The chance of Yue Yang working against us is high. Instead of targeting Zhou Chuanyong, I believe Kong Binghuang would rather eliminate Yue Yang. After all, he’s a traitor to the five great sects.

“Logically, this man, with his mastery in calculations, could disrupt their well-crafted plan, yet the one who survives is this tower lord…” The lean young man said gravely.

The white-robed king raised his hand, silencing him mid-sentence. “It doesn’t matter whether he’s a friend or a foe. What matters is his ability to calculate. Whether he’s a loyal servant or part of a sinister plot, his calculations will eventually lead us to the last obstacle in the Saint’s plan in Qingzhou. In the end, everything comes down to power.”

The white-robed king’s voice was calm. All strategies and plots pale before absolute power. action

…

At the blood sea, Qin Huai stared at the Kun Peng demons meditating within the blood crystal pillars, his eyes glinting with an eerie light. As these demons trained within the blood crystal pillars, they didn’t only drop qi and blood experience orbs, but also sacred heart technique experience orbs.

Despite the fierce battle between the main and the five branches, thousands of people still remained in the Kun Peng clan. Such a large number provided Qin Huai with a significant amount of vitality and experience points.

Beneath him, in the city of Qingzhou, frenzied warriors continued their battles. The sudden disappearance of Wuji Mountain did nothing to dampen their fervor. Instead, it seemed to have invigorated them, and their lust for power grew more rampant.

As for Zhou Chuanyong and several other experts who had fallen to the martial artists of Wuji Mountain and the Kun Peng clan, they were all but forgotten overnight. At this moment, Qingzhou City was a place devoid of any rationality, transformed into a city of pure slaughter. For Qin Huai, the master of the blood sea, this was undoubtedly advantageous. As he continued to amass experience points from hundreds of cultivation techniques, his strength diversified increasingly.

If anyone could peer into Qin Huai’s dantian, they would surely be astounded. For within his dantian world, hundreds of various beasts, monsters, and spiritual plants, formed from his blood essence, thrived. It was like a miniature world teeming with diverse life forms.

For anyone else, even seven or eight such miniature worlds in their dantian would cause an explosion, leading at least to crippling injuries, if not instant death. Yet, in Qin Huai’s body, these hundreds of vital creatures coexisted harmoniously.

Qin Huai extended a finger, squeezing out a drop of blood. It danced on his palm, morphing into tigers, leopards, wolves, plants, stone tools… Hundreds of transformations occurred at his fingertips.

“I wonder where I might find the last guardian spirit item,” Qin Huai pondered.

Whether it was the true dragon corpse, the bronze world, the core of the blood sea, or the pure-blooded Kun Peng, each one was an exceptional spirit item. Moreover, Qin Huai had firsthand experience with the might of a potent guardian spirit item.

His thoughts fluctuating, Qin Huai opened the scroll and glanced at the spot once occupied by the Blood Poison Gang. On the ground, Kong Binghuang had etched a line of words: “Can you see?”

Reacting immediately, Qin Huai projected a thin blood pillar through the ground at Kong Binghuang’s feet. It created a small hole, about the size of a pinkie.

Kong Binghuang, who was positioned on the ground, recoiled in surprise. He hastily continued his writing, “No need for you to come down. I’ll write for you to see.”

Qin Huai silently read the words that Kong Binghuang had inscribed on the ground.

“The white-robed king will not make a move until the spirit of the blood sea ascends to king realm. In other words, we have a brief respite until you are discovered.”

He added, “According to reliable sources, we have about half a year.”

Qin Huai considered Kong Binghuang’s message with growing curiosity. Could it be that the True Path Sect had spies within the Sacred Heart Sect? If not, how could he possess such a profound understanding of the blood sea?

Qin Huai continued to read Kong Binghuang’s messages.

“In this half a year, you and I will do our utmost to elevate our realms and strive to find a spirit stone to enter the spirit world to cultivate to the king realm.” After leaving these messages, Kong Binghuang erased the words on the ground and swiftly retreated.

Qin Huai stowed the vision away. He contemplated aloud, “In half a year’s time, the moment the white-robed king discovers the spirit of the blood sea isn’t Wang Kun, he will likely strike against the ten counties…” He furrowed his brows, well aware that time was of the essence. “The trials ahead are countless…”

With a sigh, he gazed out at the sea of blood. The Kun Peng clan’s sect master, Tang Pi, appeared lost in thought.

After his conversation with Kong Binghuang, he had gained a deeper understanding of the spirit world. To enter it, aside from needing a spirit stone, a martial artist had to attain the visceral prefecture realm. But death in the spirit world didn’t result in immediate death in the primary world. Instead, it would inflict harm on the soul, necessitating a long recuperation period.

“Never mind,” Qin Huai decided. “Let’s explore the spiritual world first.” He brought out the stone tablet, the spirit stone that Kong Binghuang had mentioned. As he submerged into the sea of blood, he clutched the spirit stone in one hand.

The spirit world held the promise of ancient treasures and inheritances. Perhaps he could discover the fifth spirit item or gather relevant information there. As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a gentle light enveloped his entire body. He instantly felt a pull, as if something was yanking him, separating him from his body.

Bang!

His vision abruptly darkened. He felt as if he were drowning, as though every pore on his body was inundated with water. Abruptly, Qin Huai’s eyes snapped open. Panting heavily, he promptly stood and surveyed his surroundings.

A primitive world, replete with towering mountains and vast forests, spread out before him. He examined his hands, noting no signs of a translucent or spirit body as he had anticipated. His flesh and blood were palpable, his skin unchanged.

Glancing at a small pool nearby, he made his way over. His reflection showed no changes, and sensing his own life essence again, he found it identical to reality. The only difference was his inability to summon the power of the patterned bones, though he still possessed the emperor’s force.

“As expected, I’ve indeed arrived in the spirit world,” Qin Huai confirmed to himself. “Let’s see what treasures I can find!”

Suddenly, a boisterous shout echoed from a distance. Qin Huai’s head shot up, but he saw no one. The next moment, a long spear cut through the air, the fierce wind it generated tearing through the atmosphere as it plummeted from the sky, crossing hundreds of meters.

Bang!

As dust and smoke billowed from the ground, a figure slowly descended from the distant sky. The man was garbed in a white robe with golden trim, a green dragon embroidered with silver thread adding to his grandeur.

“Speak! Which clan are you from?” The man’s voice echoed like thunder across the land. He waited for a response, but received none. With a note of disappointment, he muttered, “Oh no, he’s just a novice. Isn’t it said that newcomers entering the spirit world become more abnormal each time?”

As he shook his head and prepared to leave, a colossal fist rocketed toward him. The man sneered, “Too slow!” He dodged the punch by leaping backward.

Boom!

The ground shook, and it felt as though the entire world had been shaken. Landing on the ground, the man confidently wiped his nose.

“Humph! Just this kind of…” His voice abruptly stopped as he glanced at the ground that had sunk dozens of meters, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.