My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Is this the backup plan of the three sects?” Bai Wuya scrutinized the Confucian Sect’s master, a frown creasing his forehead. “Why wasn’t this strategy used sooner?” He cast his gaze towards a distant altar. There lay a phenomenon, perceptible only to individuals of their stature, a spectacle even more majestic than the display put forth by the sect master of the Confucian Sect.

Within moments, Bai Wuya deduced the entire scenario. “Rootless endeavors are destined to crumble,” he said with a cold chuckle. In his eyes, his possession of ancestral blood set him apart from the Confucian Sect’s master, who had escalated his cultivation levels forcibly. “Time is on my side.”

The old scholar retorted with equal frostiness, “As long as we’re all dead, there will be no longer any time on whose side.”

Bai Wuya’s laughter escalated, a mockery tinged with sadistic pleasure. “Is that so? How tragic that you didn’t play this ace earlier, potentially steering the tide in your favor, even possibly dominating the Great You. Now, your chances are gone. Despite everything, it seems you fear death too much to let go of your power and status.”

The old scholar remained silent, his face momentarily marred by a fleeting expression of sadness. Without further hesitation, he launched a fearless assault, forsaking the awaited arrival of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master from the West Cauldron State. A decisive clash with Bai Wuya became inevitable since the latter had discerned the altar’s true nature. The battle needed a swift conclusion.

A symphony of fluttering pages echoed across the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a pervasive bloody scent that blanketed the sky. The conflicting energies birthed a phenomenal occurrence that rippled across hundreds of miles, altering the world’s hue.

The terrain bore witness to a cleansing ordeal, with mountains leveled and debris reduced to dust. A furious whirlwind dominated the space between the heavens and the earth, catching many people in its wrath, either sweeping them off the ground or claiming their lives through its residual impacts.

The combatants, although having advanced only half a step, demonstrated prowess that exceeded the realm of top-tier kings, with a mere gesture capable of inducing shocking upheavals affecting countless lives.

Meanwhile, the kings of the six royal clans mobilized, advancing menacingly toward the three states. A horde of elite warriors initiated brutal combats, their numbers resembling a swarm of locusts invading borders, engaging in relentless bloodshed. Amongst them were sect leaders, yet no one could halt their savage onslaught.

Anxiety engulfed the old scholar, leaving him in a state of desperate helplessness.

Finally, the tardy Sacred Heart Sect’s master made his entrance. Both Bai Wuya and the old scholar paused, taking a moment to truly behold the sect master for the first time.

Dressed in simple white attire, his appearance was unremarkable, yet he emanated a sense that was beyond words. His mastery of the ‘void’ realm seemed not much different from the old scholar’s.

Bai Wuya scrutinized him, realizing with a quick assessment that compared to the Qiongqi’s potent divinity devouring and refining capabilities, the Sacred Heart Sect’s master still had room for growth. Nonetheless, at this current level, even a minor gap was a chasm that was difficult to cross.

In other words, Bai Wuya felt a distinct upper hand against the old scholar and the Sacred Heart Sect’s master. Their progression seemed fake, even at this halfway mark towards attaining the status of a true emperor.

“Destroy that altar, and we’ll divide the world equally among us,” Bai Wuya proposed, offering a tempting proposition.

The Sacred Heart Sect’s master agreed with a nod, causing the old Confucian scholar’s face to darken with dismay. The scholar knew too well that this sinister figure, who had feasted on the lives of entire states, surpassing even the six great royal clans in brutality, would not waver for the sake of the human race.

“It’s still too late.” With a heavy heart burdened by hopelessness, the old scholar accepted that the tides had likely turned irreparably against them.

Boom!

Suddenly, the body of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master burst forth, radiating a monstrous and sinister aura, his murderous vibe eclipsing even Bai Wuya’s. An army of vicious spirits surged forth, engulfing the celestial phenomenon overhead.

Bai Wuya’s eyes narrowed. He found himself taken aback by the sheer volume of lives the Sacred Heart Sect’s master must have claimed to amass such power.

At this moment, a birds-eye view of the West Cauldron State would reveal an eerie void, a land devoid of life, resonating with the unfolding chaos.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Bai Wuya struggled to stabilize his fluctuating energy. He released a counterattack, as fierce tiger roars echoed, confronting the oppressive force of the amassed spirits, resulting in a celestial clash that reverberated across the heavens.

Stunned and momentarily weakened, Bai Wuya found himself at a disadvantage, a fact not missed by the old scholar who seized this golden opportunity to join the attack against him.

Despite being unsure of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master’s sudden allegiance, the scholar recognized this moment as possibly the last chance to save their sects and humanity.

Facing a two-front battle, Bai Wuya transformed into a formidable entity, resembling a warrior deity descending onto the world, wielding his power with reckless abandon. His aura, fierce and unyielding, shattered the heavenly energies surrounding them, showcasing the sheer might of his savage beastly form.

Having attained the atavism realm, Bai Wuya exhibited the strength synonymous with eight legendary beasts.

Yet, despite his superior stance, fending off a united assault proved difficult. Injuries began to manifest, with blood oozing from his wounds, which magnified mid-air into a bloody rain that nourished the barren ground, triggering the regeneration of the devastated vegetation.

This regeneration, however, came at the cost of Bai Wuya’s vitality, as he continued to hemorrhage profusely.

Although the royal clans’ six kings were eager to intervene, the overpowering energies emanating from the trio rendered them helpless, unable to approach within a ten-mile radius. Even their top warriors couldn’t breach this invisible barrier.

Meanwhile, leaders from the remaining royal clans and sects watched with escalating dread, realizing that despite their ground forces’ superiority, a loss in the celestial battle would spell doom for them all.

The sight of Bai Wuya’s defeated expression fueled their mounting apprehension, aware that their fate hung precariously in the balance of this battle in the sky..