Having mended the flaws in his path, his strength had grown by leaps and bounds.
Zhang Qingyuan felt that his foundation had become even more solid.
But what to do next
left him deep in thought.
His strength had greatly increased.
The feeling was truly wonderful, filling him with the urge to have a hearty and uninhibited battle to test the limits of his combat power.
But this required careful planning.
After all, once he had killed that Blood Demon Sect Cultivator, a stronger opponent had immediately arrived. Perhaps those Blood Demon Sect cultivators had some contact method unknown to him.
If he foolishly ran onto the battlefield to join the war, those people might set a trap and surround him.
Although his strength had now greatly increased,
unless he faced someone who had touched upon the Cave True Level, he would be able to escape even if he could not win.
"This is a little troublesome. Perhaps I should report the news of these Blood Demon Sect cultivators from the Outer Continent, then use the Sect's strength to wipe them out in one fell swoop?"
Such a thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Qingyuan's mind.
But it did not seem particularly reliable.
After all, this was a great war involving more than a million cultivators on each side.
Before a war of such magnitude, those Blood Demon Sect cultivators were no more than a pack of rats hiding in the dark.
Even if he reported the intelligence,
there was a ninety-percent chance those above would merely remind the participating cultivators to stay alert, unable to spare much strength to deal with them.
For one, during a great war, it was unrealistic to draw already strained forces from the battlefield to deal with those rats.
If they organized a team to