My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Chapter 681 - 681: The End (2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A grim outcome seemed inevitable. They seemed unable to avoid a disastrous fate.

Among the leaders of the clans, only Qiong Mou from the Qiongqi clan maintained a composed face. He roamed the battlefield, seemingly lost in thought as days morphed into nights in a never-ending cycle.

For five grueling days and nights, the trio engaged in relentless battle.

Puff!

Another spurt of blood erupted from Bai Wuya, staining the sky. The echoing sounds of books, previously resounding with fierce power, had now quieted.

“The tide seems to be turning,” the Sacred Heart Sect’s master finally broke his silence since the beginning of the battle.

A fierce glint of defiance and resentment filled Bai Wuya’s eyes as he looked at the two before him. Desperation clung to his words as he tried to sway the Sacred Heart Sect Master, “Your Sacred Heart Sect no longer has anyone left. Now that you’ve joined forces with the three sects… The only outcome was being swallowed by the three sects and being destroyed in the river of time. Join me instead. Together we can restore the Sacred Heart Sect to its former glory, ruling over three prefectures.”

But the Sacred Heart Sect’s master remained unmoved, intensifying his attacks instead. Bai Wuya found himself with no option but to grimly hold on.

Buzz…

In an unexpected turn, the old scholar halted, his crystalline body starting to fragment. As he began to dissolve, his blood manifested as an echoing sound of books spreading across the lands.

Bai Wuya seized this opportunity, attacking the old scholar fervently, as if clutching at a lifeline.

Panicked and blinded by blood, the old scholar struggled to gather his energy, unable to focus his waning power. His only hope was to stall for time, urging the Sacred Heart Sect’s master to endure for just a few moments longer.

Determined to reach the altar, he recklessly pushed forward, ignoring his own safety.

“Stop him!” Bai Wuya screamed furiously.

A king of the white tiger clan attempted to rise to the heavens to halt him but found himself swatted away by the determined scholar, his ascent brutally interrupted. A hushed stillness blanketed the land, the remaining kings rendered incapable of pursuing the relentless scholar.

Above them, Bai Wuya launched into a furious assault on the Sacred Heart Sect’s master, channeling every ounce of his power into a relentless onslaught aiming to eliminate him within a fleeting timeframe.

Despite the significant loss of blood, Bai Wuya held an advantage in one-on-one combat, thanks to his powerful ancestral blood.

The Sacred Heart Sect Master’s forceful rise in power was beginning to show signs of decline. He found himself retreating, his newly attained power diminishing rapidly under Bai Wuya’s fierce attacks. In moments of sheer perseverance, the sect master managed to recover, only to be met with further devastating blows that left horrendous scars on his constantly regenerating form.

Third breath — an arm was brutally severed.

Sixth breath — his vital organs were mercilessly ripped out.

However, time and again, the Sacred Heart Sect’s master demonstrated an uncanny ability to recover, yet each revival brought with it gruesome and horrific scars, a testament to the brutal battle that continued to unfold in the heavens.

In Bai Wuya’s king domain, an atmosphere of dread and brutality pervaded, the merciless energy of the conflict unavoidable and unending. By the tenth breath, the Sacred Heart Sect’s master was decimated, leaving nothing but fragmented remains and shattered bones.

“It’s finally finished…” A flicker of triumph sparkled in Bai Wuya’s eyes.

However, in the next moment…

In a surprising turn of events, a speck of blood miles away began to regenerate. Rising from the sanguine bud, the Sacred Heart Sect’s master emerged once more, albeit significantly weakened, now embodying the power of only a high -ranking king.

“You’ve mastered the art of the Nine Supremes clan’s death substitution technique?” Bai Wuya exclaimed, a newfound respect for his opponent bubbling within him. Despite this, the sect master’s diminished state meant he was no longer a significant threat in Bai Wuya’s eyes.

Frustration mounting, Bai Wuya thundered defiantly, “Let’s see how many times you can resurrect!”

Bang!

A massive talisman materialized before him, its suppression creating ripples that sliced through clouds in the sky. The battle was now joined by an old Daoist priest, a formidable force akin to the earlier scholar.

“Is that all?” the weakened Sacred Heart Sect Master remarked, his expression marred with disappointment.

The Daoist priest met his gaze, a note of sadness coloring his eyes, as they both harbored a mutual realization that perhaps he wasn’t meant to stand with the human race in this life. This somber understanding hung heavily between them, before the priest’s complexion turned a vivid red.

The next moment, a distressing transformation began as the priest’s robe disintegrated into dust, soon followed by the gradual decay of his limbs. Witnessing this, Bai Wuya felt a chill racing down his spine, propelling him to escape the unfolding catastrophe. Yet his attempt was thwarted as he encountered an impenetrable barrier marked with a gargantuan talisman.

Panic set in as he found the surrounding world blanketed in similar talismans, each bearing a single, ominous command: “Explode!”

With a resonating command, the characters permeated Bai Wuya’s sight, initiating a cataclysmic eruption that enveloped him in a fiery storm. The sect master’s lethal prowess was underestimated by all, a deadly miscalculation as he willingly embraced this suicidal strategy.

The heavens transformed into an inferno, mountains crumbled under the immense power, and the ground caught alight, morphing into a flowing river of flames that consumed all in its path.

A barren wasteland remained, all life eradicated within the extensive blast radius that even engulfed the Sacred Heart Sect’s master himself.

Perhaps, this had been the plan devised by the master of the True Path Sect all along.

A fiery maelstrom swirled in the sky. The ground observers, either survivors or those fortunate to be at a distance, held their breaths, necks craning upward in anxious anticipation. Time seemed to stretch infinitely, the prolonged suspense straining every onlooker.

Finally, the fiery tempest started to dissipate, revealing the sky once obscured by the blaze. Two figures swayed weakly in the air, blood no longer spilling from their forms..