Hum!
Deep within the Corpse Plague Sect's main peak, inside a secluded chamber, hundreds upon thousands of free-floating Miracle Particles rose with a hum, then poured into Yin Yuling's lungs with his breathing.
Dark red veins occasionally surfaced beneath his bluish-black skin. The power surging through them was Corpse-Plague Qi that had reached the fifth level!
"Exhale—in hale—"
Yin Yuling's breaths were extraordinarily long. Each one stripped away a layer of Miracle Particles within three hundred li. Once gathered inside him, these particles were converted into Corpse-Plague Qi by the miracle skill that came with his golden identity.
After slowly completing another cycle of cultivation, Yin Yuling opened his eyes and asked himself inwardly.
Has it already been more than sixty years since the Great Calamity descended? Fifty-four years of seizing the calamity's energy and fortune—when will I reach the sixth level? Feeling the mighty power within him, Yin Yuling's expression turned nostalgic.
Before the Great Calamity, he had been nothing more than an insignificant inner disciple of the Corpse Plague Sect. Less than ten years afterward, he had become the ruler of a region.
Perhaps most people who had survived from before the Great Calamity resented that disaster, but Yin Yuling was different.
To him, the World-Destroying Calamity had been both a disaster and an opportunity. Had the Corpse Plague Sect's leadership not all perished in it, how could he have broken free of his cocoon and been reborn, establishing the Corpse-Plague Demonic Path anew amid the ruins?
However, his talent seemed capable of taking him only this far. Another step forward would be extraordinarily difficult.
Fifty-four years have passed since I reached the fifth level. The sixth level remains far beyond my reach!
My talent has run dry. How much fortune do I have left?
Yin Yuling shook