The cave seemed to have become a massive meat grinder of blood and flesh.

Fang Qingyu, Wei Banmeng, and Jiang Wei stood back-to-back against the main node of the shimmering blue "Seashell," forming an indestructible triangle of death.

Wave after wave of Life Ghosts, attracted by the aura of the living and fluctuations of energy, surged from the massive fissures around them, howling and pouncing toward them.

Shuffling Corpse Puppets, Rotting Corpse Dogs, Bone-piercing Corpse Guards...

Each with different forms, exuding a strong aura of death and decay.

Battle had become almost the sole melody of this deathly silent space.

Fang Qingyu was like a tireless killing machine.

The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hands turned into a scythe of the Death God, every swing bringing a rain of severed limbs.

The Thunder Strike Eight Slashes Limit Breaking Perfection was wielded by him to its fullest extent, and under the slow-down effect of the Starlight Force Field, he harvested lives with precision and efficiency.

Dirty blood and meat splattered around him, only to be evaporated by the scalding heat of the Red Bright Tribulation Fire swirling around him, turning into a pungent stench.

The Mysterious Black Combat Suit on Fang Qingyu had long been dyed dark red, the dark red lava patterns under his skin glowing brilliantly with every burst of Qi Blood.

The roar of battle, the howls of the Corpse Ghosts, the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart, the crackle of burning flames, and the hum of energy clashes interweaved and echoed inside this vast dome cave, forming an ever-relenting symphony of death.

And amid this bloody slaughter was a race against time for training.

Corpses piled up like mountains, filthy blood seeped into the rocky layers, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of scorching and decay.

Yet Fang Qingyu remained unfazed.

Whenever a wave was temporarily repelled, he would immediately return to sit cross-legged, grabbing the Micro Level Qi Blood Crystal covered in dust and blood or the freshly deconstructed warm Life Pearl.

The Red Bright Tribulation Fire roared inside him, greedily devouring the pure and immense energy within the Qi Blood Crystal.

The lava patterns under his skin glowed fiercely, every breath carried a burning heat, and the thunderous sounds of his muscles and bones reverberated ever more intensely.

Within his Dantian, the red Tribulation Jade shone like a burning star, its volume seemingly growing slowly, each pulse releasing a more domineering and pure Power of Tribulation Fire.

[Your core skill "Red Bright Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture·Second Turn" experience +3]

[...]

On the other side, brilliant starlight descended from the unknown void, pouring into the sea of consciousness.

Under the drive of the Nine Heavens Primordial Observation Method, the liquid Star Core spun rapidly, collapsed, and expanded, becoming more condensed and weighty with each cycle.

Although the range of the Celestial Stars Field did not expand, the internal feeling of slow-down grew more sticky and dense.

The total amount and quality of Power were increasing at a shocking pace.

[Your core skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Observation Method·Third Realm" experience +5]

[...]

Wei Banmeng also seized every moment to recover.

She watched Fang Qingyu amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, devouring resources like a Taotie, his aura rising rapidly as if propelled by a rocket, beneath her cold facade was a tumultuous shock.

This was no longer a simple struggle for life but treating this desperate situation as a furnace to temper himself!

Battle, slaughter, devour, refine, breakthrough...

Such cycles repeated over and over.

After an unknown wave of corpse tide was repelled, in a brief respite.

Wei Banmeng silently wiped the filthy blood from her blade's edge, her gaze falling on Fang Qingyu, who had just finished a round of training, his aura boiling around him like molten lava.

Fang Qingyu's aura had not completely subsided, sharp and exposed like a blade unsheathed.

"You..." Wei Banmeng's cold voice broke the silence, carrying a subtle trace of inquiry, "How long has it been since you formally started practicing martial arts until now?"

Fang Qingyu was stuffing a piece of compressed biscuit into his mouth, paused slightly at her words, lifted his eyelid to glance at her, his eyes calm and unruffled.

Swallowing the dry, hard food, he casually brushed the rock dust off his combat suit, recalling briefly, his voice plain:

"It should be less than half a year."

"..."

The air froze instantly.

Wei Banmeng's fingers, holding the dual blades, tightened imperceptibly.

Although her cold face showed no sign of shock, deep in those icy eyes, faint ripples began to stir.

She hails from the top martial arts hall "Dragon Abyss Pavilion" in Shangjing City, personally taught by the Sect Leader.

From cultivation until now...

It's also been less than half a year.

But the environment of the two is completely different. What kind of place is the Dragon Abyss Pavilion, where resources, cultivation techniques, and vision far surpass a small city martial arts hall like Qingjian City.

Yet this young man from Qingjian City, in such an environment, in less than half a year, rose from nothing to the Micro Level.

And possessed such a terrifying combat prowess?

An indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart, mixed with extreme shock and a sense of absurdity.

On the side, Jiang Wei sat hugging her knees on a rock, nibbling on new snacks bit by bit.

As if she hadn't heard their conversation, her clear eyes scanned the depths of the fissure.

She had long grown accustomed to Fang Qingyu's "monster" attributes.

Wei Banmeng eventually said nothing more, merely lowering her head silently, wiping her double blades with greater force, her cold knuckles slightly whitening from the effort.

The silence spread in the rock cave laden with the odor of blood and charred remains.

Time passed quietly through killing and training, perhaps three days, maybe five days.

Corpses piled up at the cave entrance into new "walls," only to be shattered by subsequent assaults, in a never-ending cycle.

[Congratulations on your Profession Core Skill "Red Bright Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture·Second Turn" leveling up to Level 4 (0/1600)]

[Congratulations on your Profession Core Skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Observation Method·Third Realm" leveling up to Level 4 (0/1600)]

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