My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences



The three kings looked up in astonishment at the old man effortlessly holding up the imperial city. They were visibly shaken.

"Ancestor, have you lost your mind?" one cried out, disbelief evident in his voice. "By killing us, you're declaring war on the six royal clans!"

King Sanjian's voice was filled with raw emotion, "If you can promise me another hundred years of life, then I'm prepared to meet my end. I have accepted my fate." He continued, "However, your current actions are plunging the dragon clan into danger. Once you're gone, our clan's extinction will be imminent!" 

Tiger Slayer King took a moment to collect himself, then said, "Ancestor, we can overlook this if you stop now. While we can't promise that the dragon clan will have equal standing to the six royal clans, we can ensure its dominance over all other clans." 

Despite their earnest appeals, it was clear to them that the balance of power had shifted. No matter their status or strength, in front of this elderly figure who was once deemed the world's most formidable, they were merely helpless children. 

The old man replied calmly, "Each of you kings is astute, and I am no different. Your words won't deceive me." 

Their faces turned deathly pale.

Laughing with an edge of desperation, Tiger Slayer King said, "Even if you kill us now, I believe this is the limit of your strength. Without your guardianship, the dragon clan will be doomed. The Qingzhou Alliance you've put your faith in will face the same fate!" 

The old man, floating above, didn't reply. He instead let out a resonating dragon roar. It seemed as though a true dragon soared above, diving menacingly toward the three kings below. 

They unleashed their own powers in defense, a surge of energy erupting from them. Yet, before their power could fully manifest, it was obliterated by the overwhelming force of the dragon. 

In moments, the once formidable army of the six royal clans was decimated by the old man's prowess. A sheer display of unmatched strength.

Observers from various factions, who had been watching from a distance, were left in shock. The scene was forever etched in their memories.

Qin Huai and his comrades were equally taken aback. They had mentally prepared to face this world-renowned figure and the elite army of the royal clans, even accepting the possibility of their end. Yet, they hadn't anticipated this outcome: the old man defending the imperial city and single-handedly defeating the alliance of the six royal clans.

The group turned to Qin Huai, seeking guidance.

Eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, Qin Huai murmured, "It seems the old man has decided to place his bets on us." Memories flooded back, particularly of a young companion he once knew in the spirit world. He speculated, "That youngster must be the current emperor of Great You." 

It had never occurred to Qin Huai that a casual meeting from the past could lead to such profound consequences in the present. "Life truly is full of surprises," he remarked, reflecting on the unpredictability of fate.

From his reaction, Fang Huo and the others deduced that Qin Huai and the dragon clan had shared some prior communication. They marveled, "The alliance master's history is like something out of a dream. That even this venerable old man was influenced by him." 

Their voices were filled with wonder, and they longed to hear the full story. Yet, the pressing situation meant it wasn't the time for tales.

The sight of the old man, once again directing the imperial capital their way, was imposing. Despite the growing certainty that he was an ally, his immense aura and dramatic gestures were daunting. Even the most gifted individuals of their generation couldn't help but wear apprehensive looks on their faces.

The sprawling shadow of the imperial city loomed overhead. Undeterred, Qin Huai unfurled his wings, gradually ascending to meet the old man. As he did, turbulent winds and waves of energy threatened to overpower him. 

Yet, Qin Huai moved forward unshaken, a faint black glow emanating from his eyes and an unseen force emanating from within him. It was reminiscent of a small boat weathering a mighty storm – vulnerable, yet resolute.

When Qin Huai finally stood before the old man, he was greeted with a comment: "As expected, the might of an emperor." The old man's eyes bore into him, reflecting a myriad of emotions.

Qin Huai responded candidly, "In East Qingzhou, the dragon clan neither holds privilege nor faces discrimination." 

The old man laughed heartily, conceding to Qin Huai's terms without hesitation. "Very well, ensure a future for my dragon descendants." 

Their exchange was brief, yet meaningful. Both being perceptive, they understood each other's motives without needing many words.

Casting his gaze towards the Nine Dragons Sect, the old man commented, "Such potent true dragon qi." 

Qin Huai, taken aback by this observation, followed the old man's line of sight to behold the majestic True Dragon of Fate that rose high into the heavens.

"I shall lend my assistance once more," the old man announced as he moved past Qin Huai and the others. He made his way to the edge of East Qingzhou, where he gently placed the entire imperial city. 

Boom! 

The ground trembled, and a cloud of dust billowed, signaling the city's final relocation.

Almost immediately, the walls of the newly situated imperial city bore mysterious runes, indicative of a transformed protective formation. This city was now a formidable fortress, poised to repel any adversaries that might threaten East Qingzhou.