Hiding near the Blood Fiend Sect, which had already become a sea of flames, Huo Hai took out the sect's books and began reading. Before leaving, he had also plundered all the spatial storage items belonging to its higher-ups.
He believed that even if he had overlooked anything, those fellows would have carried it with them. The more Huo Hai read, the more helpless he felt. Who knew who had created the Blood Fiend Sect's secret cultivation methods? Most of them were utterly evil. Killing people outright was already one of the most ordinary methods. There were other, more complicated ones.
Some involved devouring vast quantities of living creatures' blood, while others required torturing people before killing them. The list went on and on. If they had enough people to slaughter, their strength could indeed increase very quickly.
Unfortunately, the Blood Fiend Sect's secret methods could only take someone as far as the Spirit Emperor Realm. Advancing any further through these methods was impossible. Their killing aura and blood qi would exceed what their own spiritual energy and mental power could suppress.
Once the backlash came, none of them would meet a good end. Of course, they would not care much, since the Blood Fiend Sect's secret methods required far too much slaughter. Even after all their years of killing, not one of them had reached seventh-level Spirit King, much less the impossibly distant Spirit Emperor Realm. This was truly a sect rotten with evil down to its roots.
Huo Hai shook his head and continued reading. He had no intention of cultivating these methods. Nor had he considered destroying them. Who knows? They might come in handy someday, he thought.
After all, this was also a shortcut to cultivation. Huo Hai wondered whether he might someday use it to