As for that supposed pinnacle of the Great Thousand World?
Bibi Dong was clearheaded.
That was not something they should be thinking about now.
At the edge of the Hundred Spirits Continent in the Great Thousand World.
Deep within a treacherous mountain range shrouded year-round in dark red miasma.
An infamous, low-ranking evil sect had entrenched itself here: the Blood Soul Hall.
Inside a dim underground chamber, Xie Yue sat bare-chested, every muscle taut, beads of sweat rolling incessantly down his pale cheeks.
Before him lay several Lower-grade Spirit Stones taken from the villains' storage pouches.
Thread after thread of violent natural spiritual energy was being extracted with tremendous difficulty in time with his breathing, then drawn little by little into his body.
"Hiss..."
Xie Yue sharply sucked in a cold breath.
It felt as though countless barbed steel blades were furiously scraping his bones inside his meridians.
The Douluo Continent's soul power was far too gentle. Before the Great Thousand World's domineering, ferocious spiritual energy, it was like a sheep encountering a vicious wolf.
But he clenched his teeth and uttered not a sound.
With willpower far beyond that of ordinary people and the most basic breathing method in the Blood Fiend Art, he finally forced that thread of spiritual energy and his own soul power to break down and fuse together!
Hum!
Dark red light flashed through the chamber and vanished.
Xie Yue abruptly opened his eyes and spread his hands.
The two Moon Blades, previously covered in cracks, now actually bore an exceedingly faint sheen of spiritual energy, their sharpness several times greater than it had been on the Douluo Continent!
"It worked..."
Wild joy flashed through Xie Yue's eyes.
Though it was only a thread, though his current cultivation still did not even qualify for