Two flowers bloomed, each on its own branch!
Over the past nearly two months, a Spirit Pill Tournament had played out within the Houtian cultivation system—fierce and spectacular.
But within the Xiantian cultivation system, there had been no such ripples. Its guiding principle was one word: quiet. Quiet, peaceful.
The Internal Breathing Technique circulated slowly, and his qi and blood moved languidly through their cycle. Only the Self-Healing Talent remained tirelessly busy.
The two Screeching Birds and the two Vast Nether Cold Qi rebel forces that had been surrounded never appeared again—not even a shard of ice remained.
It was as if they had never existed.
Because the five Demon Cores had quietly, gently, bit by bit absorbed them completely.
When it came to this, the advantage of the five Xiantian bloodline Demon Cores was no boast.
They utterly crushed the Houtian Five Spirit Pills. Look at those Houtian Five Spirit Pills struggling so pitifully—what were they even worth?
Not worth a hair.
Especially matters like hidden injuries—they simply did not exist. Demon Cores had always been rough-and-ready horsemen, mighty and bold. No matter how severe the wounds or losses, bring them on! With surging qi and blood circulating and mobilizing, even destruction could be reborn. What the hell was a hidden injury?
So most of the time, they sat in a neat row, eating watermelon, drinking cola, and laughing at the neighbors—no, watching the show!
And then, just like that, they advanced.
The five Demon Cores advanced in perfect unison, without fighting or competing, all at once.
From Subordinate Third Rank to Second Rank!
Yet there was truly no commotion. Wang Wu felt as if a new day had arrived: do whatever needed doing. The advancement of the five Demon Cores had not shaken the Blood Curse Heavenly Punishment.