Although both were Five-Star Ancestral Gods, Dong Jianhong was far stronger than Lord Qingming. After all, Dong Jianhong had mastered several Top-Tier Peak Secret Arts.
If not for his insufficient ancestral god power, advancing to Six-Star Ancestral God would have been no trouble at all. Of course, even if Dong Jianhong advanced, he still would not rank among the strongest Six-Star Ancestral Gods.
Only Six-Star Ancestral Gods who had mastered a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art were truly powerful.
"If I want to kill Dong Jianhong, I'll need to master at least one Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art."
Qin Hao suppressed his killing intent and sat cross-legged again. At the same time, the self-world he had released around himself began to contract.
Now that he understood why he had never managed to master a Top-Tier Peak Secret Art or a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art, Qin Hao naturally had to adjust the direction of his cultivation.
He would strive to improve his self-world as quickly as possible.
"When the Heavensea Ruins Diagram overlapped with my self-world, the self-world actually warped and changed, then vanished outright."
"In that case..."
"If I overlap all my other high-rank peak secret arts with my self-world too, could that directly transform it?"
Qin Hao acted on the idea immediately and began cultivating.
Meanwhile.
As Qin Hao cultivated, at the Stone Pavilion where he often gathered with Xuan Seventy-One and the others.
Two figures sat inside the Stone Pavilion without a word, their expressions utterly somber.
One of them was the Cool and Aloof Woman, Xuan Sixteen.
The other...
Was Xuan Thirty-Two, the man cradling a great saber.
Neither spoke. Anger and sorrow filled their eyes.
Xuan Seventy-One was dead.
Xuan Fifty-Two had betrayed the cultivators of the myriad races and caused Xuan Seventy-One's death.
This had dealt them