Amid the billions of thunderbolts unleashed by hundreds of thousands of Thunder Division Dao Soldiers, a strange black-haired young man wielded blood-path secret arts. He lunged left and right, holding off the battle formations of numerous Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords alone, but he was at a severe disadvantage.
Yet he did not die. From time to time, he even counterattacked, killing thousands of cultivators.
Bloodlight flashed, and thousands of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators became shriveled corpses that fell to the earth.
The strange young man wielded a blood-pool magical treasure. Wherever its bloody light shone, swathes of cultivators—even Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lords—stiffened slightly. Seizing the opening, he cut down thousands more.
His talent for battle was astonishing. Again and again, he carved a bloody path out of situations that seemed certain to kill him, wresting life from death. The Heavenly Lords around him watched with deep apprehension.
"Not bad!"
"No wonder you're the strongest cultivator this world has produced in over ten thousand years. Even among ascended cultivators, you'd rank near the top."
The old Daoist clicked his tongue in admiration.
The strange young man was also at the peak of Spirit Transformation. Though far weaker than the old Daoist, reaching such heights with the inferior inheritance of a small chiliocosm was impressive enough.
More alarming still, despite that gulf in strength, he could withstand a battle formation without an inner sect elder commanding it. His talent for battle far surpassed theirs.
"Haha!"
"Even small chiliocosms produce outstanding people."
The burly man laughed. "Unfortunately, they're all ungrateful wolves. Once they advance to Void Refining, they often become a scourge. Otherwise, if we could genuinely bring them into the sect, its strength would certainly rise another level."
"We might even be able to wipe out Blood Lake Bone Mountain."