"Do you have any Mahayana-stage cultivation techniques for the Corpse King Reincarnation Art?" Song Wen asked.
"No. I only recently switched to cultivating the Corpse King Reincarnation Art, and there are still many parts I have yet to comprehend. How could I have the mind to exchange for techniques I cannot use for now?" Gong Tianzong said.
Song Wen shook his head slightly and sighed inwardly. As expected, there was still no follow-up cultivation technique for the Corpse King Reincarnation Art.
"Where is your Six Baleful Hall's current stronghold?"
“Continue another ninety thousand li deeper from the place where you and I fought earlier, and there is a Lake. Six Baleful Hall is on an island in that Lake,” Gong Tianzong said.
Song Wen fell silent upon hearing this.
After giving it some thought, he realized there seemed to be nothing else left to ask.
"Do you have any last words?" Song Wen asked, considering that the other party had been fairly cooperative.
A trace of wistfulness appeared in Gong Tianzong's eyes.
"The path of cultivation is a storm of blood and wind. It allows not the slightest misstep. I have cultivated for over seven thousand years, slain countless cultivators, massacred more mortals than I can number, and strangled nine of my own disciples with my bare hands. In my early years, I once had a Dao companion, but I refined her into a corpse puppet. Even my blood relatives became excellent materials for Blood Pills."
Gong Tianzong suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Ha ha... In this life, I have no regrets and no lingering resentments. If I were to live it again, I would only be more heartless and ruthless. There is nothing in this world worth my attachment. If I truly must leave behind some last words, then