Immortal Kingdoms

Torn flesh and hot blood drenched Maiden 001 as she shuttled through the crowd. Then, this blood would draw over to Zaylee and spread like a hail of bullets, blasting through the countless disciples in bulk.

Although it was a race against time, no one from the three High Divinities wanted to spend their energy on massive area attacks as they were waiting on the High Divinity elders.

In a situation where the sect was under attack, these elders would put priority on protecting the treasury, libraries, and core disciples.

Thus, no one was stupid enough to think destroying a sect was such an easy matter. In fact, everyone knew that the survival or destruction of the sect rested on the shoulders of the eight protectors and sect master.

Let alone the fact that the rebirth cultivators are fighting hundreds of kilometers away, and above the clouds nonetheless. Therefore, while the disciples were practically throwing their lives away fighting like crazed animals, Memento Mori and Zaylee kept their killing efficiency at a moderate pace.

At least, that's what the three separate battlefields believed as Zaylee and them had yet to release their domains. After all, the domains of a few pitiful saints were useless against divinities.

As for Leonardo, he was already standing in front of a tall mountainside with a deep claw mark that stretched a few elongated meters.

There were four gashes in total, unlike the three gashes in the ancient history of the main mountain peak. However, this mark did indeed exude the faint pressure of an ancient will that transcended space-time, lingering deep into the mountain.

Any saint that has reached their second cultivation cycle can easily withstand this pressure. However, someone without a domain could easily be overwhelmed, which explains why those disciples looked crazy. Moreover, Leonardo could also feel a tangible presence that pressed down on his body.

Although this pressure could be blocked with the use of a domain, Leonardo allowed it to weigh down on himself without resistance.

"Mhm? This is actually useful to temper the body and mind…" Leonardo muttered in surprise. If this pressure didn't break someone's mind, it would greatly benefit them.

However, if that were the case, why would these people simply go crazy instead of tempering their minds? Could it be that there's something wrong with the martial intent?

Leonardo closed his eyes as that was the only explanation he could think of. However, he wasn't here to comprehend that martial intent, he was here to comprehend the technique.

As for why the disciples didn't use this pressure to temper the mind and body, Leonardo didn't care. If he wanted to temper his mind and body, he would rather go to the seventy-two marks at the base of the main mountain, the thirty-six marks at the waist, or the three marks at the peak.

Of course, going there as a High Saint is nothing short of seeking death. Thus, Leonardo decided that he might as well pass by the sect in the future once he achieved High Divinity instead.

The moment he closed his eyes and extended his innate domain, the scene of a huge, blue wolf slumbering on a stone plateau appeared in his mind.

This wolf then opened his eyes slowly, a hint of tranquil indifference flashing within. Then, as though it could see Leonardo looking directly into its eyes, the massive wolf's body twitched.

Leonardo felt as though the wolf extended a claw to the sky and smashed down, but the movement was too fast for him to see clearly. However, four condensed blades of volatile wind whirled through the air and rushed at him.

The moment they reached him, his eyes snapped open.

Sweat drenched his clothes.

Without realizing it, a torrent of barely noticeable wind blades surrounded his body. Although his clothes weren't torn, he could feel his skin split apart under the sharp winds even though his long coat seemed absolutely fine.

"I don't have a wind-related martial intent though…" Leonardo breathed in and muttered, shaking his head.

Magical beasts and humans are different. The technique doesn't necessarily require wind, regular worldly energy would do fine as a substitute. However, the power of the technique would be much greater with a suitable attribute like wind due to the compression, sharpness, and speed.

If this was practiced by fire, water, smoke, blood, or anything that doesn't conform to the ability, speed, sharpness, and versatility of wind… The overall performance of the technique would drop.

However, these attributes can be melded into the natural worldly energy, it simply requires time, study, and practice. Sadly, the ferocious martial intent wouldn't allow most disciples to sit around and rationalize, it is quite the feat to replicate the technique with worldly energy, to begin with.

Taking a deep breath, Leonardo closed his eyes again and reached out with his right hand, immediately shrinking his domain into a massive paw of worldly energy.

This domain didn't have any of his martial intents, just a simple domain controlled by his spiritual energy. This paw then began to morph into a symmetrical claw print to that on the mountainside before pressing down to fill the deep gashes.

…

Boom!

An explosion went inside Leonardo's head as his sea of consciousness buzzed with another scene.

This scene was of the same massive wolf, but the tranquility in its eyes was long replaced by a ferocious killing intent.

Another scene showed the wolf fighting with a massive viper that coiled around the mountain.

Another scene flashed, showing the wolf as it tore into the neck of this viper and ripped it off with a spray of green blood that washed down the mountain and onto the body of a much smaller wolf.

Then, this wolf raised its paw and smashed down with an unprecedented ferocity that blasted the viper into a mist of blood, the remnant force carving deep gashes into the mountain beneath.

The scene ended.

…

"So that's it…" Leonardo muttered to himself.

He now believed that this mountain range wasn't the ruins of an ancient sect but an ancient battlefield, and the only reason he could glimpse that history was because of his innate martial intent that could peer into the karma.

Since these creatures had long since died, their karma wouldn't inflict much damage on Leonardo's mind, a few scenes would be just fine.

He even had this thought that these marks on the outer regions of the mountain range weren't left behind intentionally but inadvertently due to the fighting, and the ferocious martial intent is nothing but an ill heart demon, a trail for the heart that festers and draws the irrational evil.

That wolf would usually use wind, but it was so furious that it actually condensed its ferocity into a killing blow instead.

Although Leonardo learned the basics of the technique, he wasn't happy one bit. If anything, he felt sympathetic and a little sad for that mother wolf, especially after becoming a father himself…