Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan sat in utter boredom atop the giant eagle Ying Huanhuan had conjured.
"Could that egomaniac have died in there? It's been five days."
Ying Huanhuan stroked her chin. The lightning all around them had already begun to weaken.
"I doubt it. With his talent, there's no way he wouldn't obtain an inheritance. The only question is what quality it will be."
"I don't know why he had to take the risk. Isn't the Primordial Hall's Primordial Battle Body powerful? I heard that even the Great Desolation Body can't compare to it. If he cultivated it to the ninth level..."
Ying Huanhuan had yet to finish.
Just then.
A terrifying presence suddenly erupted. Immediately afterward, the entire Lightning Pool valley began to quake violently.
The heavenly lightning, which had weakened considerably, suddenly appeared again. Dark clouds once more blanketed the sky. At the same time.
Ying Xiaoxiao and the others' expressions changed. They sensed the geomagnetic force around them growing stronger at an utterly frenzied rate.
It had completely affected the Origin Energy within them and made their bodies extremely heavy.
A massive vortex appeared with a roar, and a figure slowly emerged at its center. In a calm voice, he said, "All right, that's enough comprehension for you. Come back next time!"
"Is that Xiang Yun? He's out..."
Ying Xiaoxiao raised her brows slightly and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Even she didn't know why she was relieved.
Perhaps it was because she didn't want to see a genius of his generation vanish just like that.
Ying Huanhuan, however, widened her eyes and murmured, "Did this guy get stronger again?"
In an instant.
A massive black hole appeared behind Xiang Yun and swelled instantly.
At the same time, an immensely powerful Devouring Power slowly spread from the black hole.
Countless bolts of heavenly lightning and streams of geomagnetic force came howling toward him like silver dragons and pale yellow pythons.
Ying Xiaoxiao gazed at Xiang Yun, surrounded by a dense mass of geomagnetic force and heavenly lightning, her eyes filled with surprise.
"What's this guy trying to do? Devour both kinds of power completely?"
Ying Huanhuan couldn't help asking, her eyes already filled with uncontrollable shock.
Even a Four Yuan Nirvana expert could not withstand absorbing such a vast amount of geomagnetic force and heavenly lightning into their body. The black hole squirmed rapidly.
Rumble! Rumble!
The Devouring Power spreading from it swept out in a frenzy, pulling like ten thousand dragons and drawing in every trace of geomagnetic force and heavenly lightning surrounding him.
A seedling that seemed to contain countless fortunes continuously suppressed both kinds of power, turning them into nourishment for Xiang Yun's Qiankun Battle Body.
"That feels good!!"
Xiang Yun let out a low roar.
The next moment.
Black and yellow intertwined as blood Qi suffused with vast purple surged into the sky in a mighty torrent.
It occupied half the sky above the valley, its terrifying pressure sweeping over everything.
"This guy's body..."
Ying Xiaoxiao watched the blood Qi soaring into the sky, her expression growing somewhat solemn. Was the inheritance he obtained really that terrifying?
"Is that egomaniac even human? He's not some powerful demon, like a member of the dragon clan in human form, is he?"
Ying Huanhuan spoke in surprise. It wasn't just him; everyone present felt the terrifying pressure of that blood Qi.
Was he really still human?
Why could a human body contain such powerful blood Qi? Even a demon of the same realm probably couldn't do that, could they?
In a short time, Xiang Yun had absorbed all the geomagnetic force and heavenly lightning in the Lightning Pool.
Of the people on the eight platforms, only Ji Shan and Ji Yanyun showed no particular reaction. To them, every day they could temper their bodies was another day gained.
Everyone else glared at him. It had only been six days!
The water in the Lightning Pool would usually last at least half a month, and it was immensely useful for tempering their bodies.
But feeling that boundless blood Qi, they wondered, Is he even human?
They no longer dared raise a fuss. Running into Xiang Yun this time was simply their bad luck.
Xiang Yun took a deep breath. With that breath, the phenomena around him surged madly back into his body, as though time were flowing in reverse.
Black and yellow intertwined, rich with purple, casting him in their light like an immortal god descended to the mortal world.
Even Ying Huanhuan was a little dazed by the sight.
Calm returned to the surroundings. Xiang Yun gathered his thoughts and rubbed his brow. Things were even worse now.
His cultivation already consumed a considerable amount of resources, and now he had gained another body-tempering martial art with such terrifying demands.
The Qiankun Battle Body was divided into eighteen levels. That was right, eighteen!
Each earth counted as one level, and each heaven counted as one level, making eighteen levels in total across nine earths and nine heavens. Cultivating Earthly Fiend required a vast quantity of yin, fiendish, earth-type spiritual objects and power.
Cultivating Heavenly Dipper required a vast quantity of yang, vigorous, heaven-type spiritual objects and power.
Of course.
For Xiang Yun, the existence of World Power meant he could meet both requirements at once, but converting it still required power.
This Qiankun Battle Body was even more formidable than the Primordial Hall's Primordial Battle Body.
With each level of the Primordial Battle Body, its speed, strength, and defense grew by multiples.
The second level was four times the first, while the third was eight times the second, or thirty-two times the first.
The fourth level was sixteen times the third, and so on.
At the ninth level, one could even withstand a Reincarnation Stage expert's strike head-on while at the Samsara Stage. However, even his master had only cultivated it to the eighth level.
Thus, even though he was only at the middle Samsara Stage, his combat strength was formidable. If not for his limited methods, he might well have stood on equal footing with the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace and the Dao Sect.
As for Xiang Yun.
He had reached the fourth level while still in the Creation Realm. In the Primordial Hall, that usually required at least Seven Yuan Nirvana and the condensation of Primordial Spirit Qi.
And now, the Qiankun Battle Body, cultivated only to the second level-that was, one heaven and one earth-was already comparable to the fourth level.
What was more, the Qiankun Battle Body granted a special divine ability every two levels.
"Heaven and Earth Scale."
A layer of Heaven and Earth Space covered the surface of his body. It could absorb attacks of all kinds, which would then be ground away within it.
It would also continue to expand as the Qiankun Battle Body advanced, and it was already a thousand zhang in length, width, and height.
Combined with Xiang Yun's current Great Devouring Technique and his own Tyrant Body, it looked like he would have to ask a Life Profound Realm elder to test whether they could break through his defenses.
"The Earth Yuan Sect was no ordinary sect. Could it be that they gained some understanding of the Plane Embryo and used it to create such a cultivation art?"
The thought had only just occurred to Xiang Yun when he saw a figure shoot into the sky, his face full of anger. The figure shouted, "Don't you think you're being too overbearing?! Just a little more! I was just a little short!"
Qing Ye's face was no longer as calm as before, but filled with rage and savagery.
He had been just a little short of comprehending the Earth Emperor Scripture.
Once he comprehended the Earth Emperor Scripture, he could become a personal disciple of the Earth Hall.
Then Ying Huanhuan would see him in a new light as well. But at the crucial moment, all the geomagnetic force had vanished, ruining his efforts when success was within reach.
He had no idea how much time it would take before he could try to comprehend it again.
Xiang Yun looked at the furious Qing Ye before him, his face expressionless. Ying Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and she called out, "Young Hall Master Xiang, Qing Ye is still youn-"
In an instant, before Qing Ye could even see how Xiang Yun had made his move, there was a boom, and Qing Ye saw a figure block his path.
In that instant.
Vast shockwaves swept outward, while waves of sound boomed and shuddered. Invisible blasts of air swept madly through everything nearby like crashing waves.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
The eight stone platforms shattered violently, as though the power within them had completely vanished, leaving nothing but ordinary stone. The cliffs around the valley split open with a roar, sending dust flying.
At the same time.
A figure hurtled backward, flying more than a hundred zhang before finally coming to a steady stop, his eyes filled with horror.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!"