My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

587 Lesser Eight Kings Formation
Every person present was filled with anticipation. A cultivator who had reached the peak of the visceral prefecture realm was of significant importance to a faction since it could determine a sect’s status. As for the king realm, that was a plateau most could only aspire to reach.

“Do you think the Spirit Dragon Duo Demons will show up, Old Master?” someone inquired bravely.

“Hehe… It’s difficult to predict,” replied Old Master Wang, smiling. “The younger generation is quite unlike us. Times have changed. Logically, only the ones who are mentally unstable would dare to challenge the six royal clans. Yet, the Spirit Dragon Duo Demons not only confronted them, they prevailed.

“As to whether they’ll arrive at the King Bone Holy Altar, I wouldn’t presume to say. Personally, I do hope they show up,” he added with a chuckle, “It’s a free-for-all, after all. I’ll be satisfied if there are casualties.”

“Hahaha… Old Master is so straightforward!”

Laughter rang out from the crowd, all of whom were peak martial artists. They all had some understanding of the Great You’s secrets and knew who stood above them. They’d seen the underhanded tactics each one employed in secrecy. Unfortunately, they lacked the power to do anything about it.

“It’s said that members of the six royal clans have already entered the King Bone Holy Altar and are waiting. Why aren’t the three sects seizing this opportunity to strike?” One excited voice rang out from the crowd, “This is a golden opportunity.”

“Hehe… The leaders of the three sects surely see further than we do,” Old Man Wang mused, stroking his beard. “In my humble opinion, it’s uncertain whether this King Bone Holy Altar is a stage set for the Spirit Dragon Duo or a trap laid by the three sects. What if it’s a net cast by the dragon clan and the six royal clans, waiting for the three sects to plunge into it?”

His words left the crowd aghast, as though they’d been doused with cold water.
The human race was weak. The three sects could only ensure their own survival and maintain their ability to make a last stand. However, if they were to recklessly venture into the territories of the six royal clans, the outcome would be uncertain. The human race was evidently weaker in terms of military and elite combat strength.

Each individual present gazed at the towering King Bone Holy Altar with a stony expression, knowing that this battle could potentially alter the balance of power in the Great You.

Inside the King Bone Holy Altar, at the peak of the mountains, each of the six royal clans stood on top of their own mountaintop. Over twenty elite warriors were behind them, ready for the imminent battle, having prepared to the best of their abilities and taken considerable risks.

“We’ve set up the camouflage, Grand Elder,” spoke a member of the muscular, grotesque Qiong Qi clan. “We’ve also established several front-line checkpoints. The king is hidden somewhere only he knows. The three sects won’t receive any information… If they dare to attack at this point, they’ll surely face massive losses!”

“Your foresight is commendable, Sect Master,” the grand elder replied, stroking his beard with relief.

“Indeed, Patriarch Qiong’s strategy is brilliant. Even if this doesn’t kill the three sects’ experts, it will certainly frighten them,” stated an expert from the white tiger clan in the distance.

“It’s been ages since the six royal clans have collaborated on such a grand scale. The last time was…” The voice of the white tiger clan’s grand elder trailed off as he wore an awkward expression.

The previous friendly ambiance also grew awkward. This was because the last time the royal clans had united, it was against the Emperor of Qingzhou. That battle had yielded unexpected results.

“In any case, if the Spirit Dragon Demons dare to appear, we will ensure their downfall,” declared the great elder of the black tortoise clan in a hushed voice.

The six royal clans had each sent their grand elders to represent them. Each of them held significant status within their respective clans, having reached the pinnacle of the visceral prefecture realm. Their combat prowess and qualifications were just shy of the king realm.

“After this battle, the elder in the palace should finally be able to put his worries to rest and pass away in peace,” chuckled a man and woman from the phoenix clan.

An eminent king realm expert, a dragon ancestor, resided in the palace. Within the confines of the imperial capital, he could harness the power of providence to progress half a step forward, making him virtually unbeatable in the king realm. However, age had caught up with him and he had consumed all available life-prolonging substances. His remaining lifespan was now limited.

“Prince Qing Cang has kept himself well hidden. I presumed him to be a lazy prince until I inspected more closely last time. He’s quite remarkable,” said a member of the Qilin clan. “He secretly attained the king realm and duped us all. Moreover, he’s nurtured a pair of aberrations, the Spirit Dragon Duo Demons…”

Each member of the Qilin clan emanated a sacred aura, providing observers a sense of calm and tranquility. A stark contrast to the grotesque clan.

“Do the Spirit Dragon Duo Demons lack the courage to show up?” There was a hint of anxiety in the air.

Swoosh!

As the words left their lips, all eyes converged on a solitary figure in a black robe, appearing in their line of sight on the distinct mountain path of the King Bone Holy Altar.

“He’s here at last!” They collectively felt their spirits stir.

They had all experienced defeat at the hands of Qin Huai, and his face was indelibly imprinted on their minds. His silhouette alone was enough to identify him.

“Activate the Lesser Eight Kings Formation!” A chorus of over a hundred visceral prefecture realm martial artists echoed across the six mountains.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunderous roars echoed. The entire spirit bone level shuddered as eight shadows materialized above the massive King Bone Holy Altar.

True Dragon, Phoenix, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Nine Supremes, Qiong Qi, Qilin, and Kun Peng… These mythical beasts filled the sky, towering like mountains, exuding an aura that was both majestic and intimidating.

The world seemed to warp under their presence as if bowing before these eight beasts. An overwhelming pressure poured down from the sky like a torrential deluge. The ensuing shockwave leveled the vegetation around the king bone altar and toppled the giant trees.

Thousands of visceral prefecture realm experts struggled to maintain their footing in the face of this wave. Those caught off-guard were instantly crushed by the force and dispersed into the spirit world.

The survivors wasted no time underestimating this invisible wave. They retreated to higher ground, employing their bone patterns to withstand this terrifying power.

“It’s like the pressure of eight peak king tiers. How terrifying is that?” Old Master Wang commented, looking at the sky-filling shadow with a sorrowful gaze. It reminded him of the precarious situation of the human race, much like the panicked humans in the face of this phantom.

On the main path of the King Bone Holy Altar, Qin Huai’s black robe fluttered in the wind, but he stood resolute and tall. “The wind is quite noisy today,” he remarked with a slight smile, striding towards the six mountains.

His black hair gradually turned white. A formidable pressure emanated from his dantian, coursing through his blood and qi, permeating his bone marrow, and seeping out from his skin.

Boom!

In the air, the eight beasts dove down. Their momentum grew with each step, like swelling waves.

The Kun Peng was the fastest, arriving in front of Qin Huai in the blink of an eye. Its massive claw obscured the sky, bearing down on him.

Qin Huai raised his left arm, gripping the Kun Peng’s claw. His right fist was delivered instantaneously. The energy in his body peaked in an instant — the dragon qi in his dantian roared, as though ready to break free.

Bang!

One punch. The colossal Kun Peng started disintegrating.

“Let’s kill the eight rascals first to warm up,” he said.

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