629 Almighty People Work for Qin Huai!

Qin Huai commanded, and the Qilin obeyed, just like the king’s corpse which acted as an extension of his will.

He then turned his attention to the bottles he held, swiftly opening them all. Before him, thirteen mystical creatures aligned, including the Qilin, Qiongqi, Jiuying, and Phoenix. Remarkably, creatures representing all eight royal clans were now at Qin Huai’s command.

“Considering their disciples and these creatures, the Sacred Heart Sect’s true power is impressive.” Given that the cult had been established in the western part of Great You for many years, its accumulated power was staggering.

He contemplated, “Hundreds of thousands of warriors enter Pingwang’s secret realm. If the Sacred Heart Sect harnesses them all, the outcome could be catastrophic.”

With the emerging forces, the army of creatures left the secret realm, setting their sights on the three sects. While it would be beneficial if they moved towards the six clans, Qin Huai knew the unpredictable nature of the Sacred Heart Sect and wouldn’t gamble on it.

“What a troublesome enemy,” he mused.

Understanding that these creatures thrived on fresh blood, Qin Huai realized that stopping their creation could be simple: just get to the blood before they could.

Looking skyward, he declared, “Let’s just treat it as an early start.”

As the king corpse responded, blood rushed, peeling away, and streaming skyward. The formation of a blood pillar, shifting from a narrow stream to a massive tower, captured everyone’s attention in the realm.

Above, a blood lake formed, with the blood mirror in front of the king corpse rippling as it took in all the scenes in the mystic realm.

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Meanwhile, on a distant mountain, warriors dressed in three-colored robes stood. They were representatives of the Qilin clan, surrounded by walls made of corpses. Newcomers glimpsing the gruesome scene quickly retreated.

At the heart of this gathering, an elder Qilin glanced skyward. “The Sacred Heart Sect’s technique again!”

Beside him, a middle-aged man observed, “That blood lake holds immense power.”

Pondering the Sacred Heart Sect’s intentions, the elder mused, “They’re using their most potent spell techniques. They transform the dead into puppets, craft blood zombies, and mold souls into creatures. The more casualties, the stronger the Sacred Heart Sect becomes.”

The middle-aged man stood determinedly. “I’ll lead a group to eliminate this threat.”

The old man gave a nod of approval. Following the middle-aged man, Young Master Qi rose to his feet. “I’ll go with Father.”

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At the spirit stone mine, towering figures wandered about, their imposing statures reminiscent of small structures.

Their distinct and somewhat grotesque features easily identified them as the Qiongqi people. Looking at the sky, they regarded the blood sea with obvious disdain.

Suddenly, half of the Qiongqi people stood in defiance. Third Young Master Qiong shouted, “I’ll take care of these intruders!”

The Qiongqi clan had faced several setbacks, from being repeatedly targeted by Prince Qing Cang to confronting the deceptive tactics of the Sacred Heart Sect. The former was powerful, but the latter was more infuriating.

The Sacred Heart Sect used bizarre techniques to raise seemingly countless forces. To the Qiongqi’s dismay, many of their kin had been victimized by the cult’s followers.

Around the same time, the six clans and three sects, having taken over numerous spirit stone mines, became aware of the ominous blood sea. They deployed forces to counteract the Sacred Heart Sect’s machinations.

As the war unfolded, the world’s perspective on the Sacred Heart Sect became clearer: it was a threat that must be neutralized.

Outside Pingwang’s secret realm, in a desolate landscape, a colossal man, matching the stature of the Qiongqi clan elder, stared at the blood sea overhead. “Blood sea array? Is the white-robed king involved? Why is the blood sea’s puppet being used again?”

Surrounded by diverse ancient martial artists, he mused aloud. One remarked, “Your Majesty, Beast King, our next move?”

Another added, “The blood demons thrive on fresh blood, as does the blood sea array. Aren’t they taking our resources?”

The Beast King replied, “Given the uproar, the six clans and three sects won’t ignore this. Scout and gather intel. If you spot the Holy Son, capture him.”

“Understood!”

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Meanwhile, in the secret realm, warriors started moving toward the source of the blood pillar. The king corpse, however, vanished, relocating to a modest spirit stone mine. Overlooked by major sects and clans, this humble land was now home to a group of independent cultivators, coexisting in harmony.

Qin Huai observed the people before him. They seemed average in their abilities and foundation, seemingly trusting each other and maintaining calm.

The king corpse sat down and, using both hands, dug a sizable hole in the ground. In a short depth, he uncovered clear spirit stones. But the spirit stones seemed cloudy, hinting at their mediocre quality.

Taking one, Qin Huai began activating his cultivation technique. Though he could garner experience using the king corpse, he couldn’t cultivate from a distance.

To refine the spirit stones, he depended on fresh blood to nourish the king bones, remedying the damage from the earlier battle with the white-robed king. As for Qin Huai’s main body, he was still on his way.

Suddenly, Qin Huai looked at the secret realm in the blood mirror. Experience orbs began descending from the mountains. Glancing over, the orbs swiftly vanished, integrating into Qin Huai’s being.

They contained various cultivation methods and experiences, but they weren’t beneficial to him currently. Transformed cultivation techniques, blood, and qi from these experiences were stored, awaiting usage once he surpassed the king realm’s barriers.

Yet soon, among the numerous experience orbs, something caught Qin Huai’s attention. Messages appeared in his mind:

“Ding! You have collected some [Spiritual Palace Fragments]. Your spiritual palace fusion rate has improved!”

“Ding! You have collected some [Spiritual Palace Fragments]. Your spiritual palace fusion rate has improved!”

“Ding! You have collected…”

The notifications persisted, revealing the surprise: those visceral prefecture realm cultivators utilizing spirit stones for cultivation in the secret realm had become his worker ants. Their diligent cultivation would bring Qin Huai a lot of benefits.

Relying solely on spirit stones for advancement could have taken him years, decades, or even longer. But the current situation was different. The visceral prefecture realm’s prominent figures had unwittingly become his benefactors. Their rigorous cultivation meant vast gains for him.

“Ding! [Current spiritual palace fusion rate: 1%]”

Days and nights passed, and after five days, Qin Huai’s fusion rate finally reached 1%.

“At this rate, in a year, I’ll achieve the final step…”

A smile crept onto his face. In this world, there had never been a thirty-year-old king tier. With such a cultivation speed, even if Qin Huai told others about it personally, no one would dare to believe it.

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