At Qingxuanzi's words, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"So, Myriad Corpses Ancestor was defeated because his cultivation art countered him?"
"Indeed." Song Wen nodded.
"Do the sect's nine great Heavenly Thunder secret arts truly possess such power?" Qingxuanzi pressed.
"Why would I deceive you, Fellow Daoist? If you are interested, you may visit the Scripture Repository and examine that thunder art yourself," Song Wen said.
Qingxuanzi clasped his hands and bowed.
"Sect Master, then I shall not disturb you further. Farewell."
Before his words had even faded, Qingxuanzi hurriedly turned and left.
As she watched Qingxuanzi's departing back, a cold glint flashed deep within Ying Wu's eyes.
Yet she made no comment. She merely said to Song Wen, "Extreme Yin, in at most another ten years, I will attempt to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage."
Song Wen immediately understood what Ying Wu meant.
—In Ying Wu's view, the only reason Song Wen tolerated Qingxuanzi was that he feared a single tree could not hold up the forest and needed Qingxuanzi's strength to stabilize the Divine Blood Sect's situation.
Once she advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence stage, Qingxuanzi would naturally be of no further use and could be slaughtered once the millstone had served its purpose.
After saying this, Ying Wu ignored Song Wen's response and flashed back to her cave abode halfway up the mountain.
Song Wen, meanwhile, returned to his own cave abode at the mountaintop with the blood cocoon.
After closing the stone doors of the cave abode, Song Wen dispersed the blood plasma inside Myriad Corpses Ancestor's head.
Myriad Corpses Ancestor was finally able to speak.
"Extreme Yin, I was inferior in skill and lost to you. Kill me or carve me up as you please; I have nothing to say. But you