Without any prelude, he can feel in his subconsciousness that as long as he consus this drop of blood, he will surely be able to directly cross the Qi Cultivation Realm and reach Foundation Establishnt.
For a mont, his desire for that drop of blood surpassed any other ti before.
At this mont, Qi Lin lost his usual calmness.
"This ti in the war, things were handled exceptionally well!"
"This seat punishes the guilty and rewards the worthy, this drop of Essence Blood is a reward for you."
Zheng Yi’s expression was calm, his voice entering Qi Lin’s ear like thunder, shaking him.
Making his face change, unable to hide his excitent.
He hurriedly knelt down and thanked him.
This droplet of blood ca from the Essence Blood of the Nether River Daoist, an upgraded version of the Zombie Blood Bat Ancestor Cain’s Essence Blood, an irresistible temptation for all Blood Cultivators.
A flick of the right hand, that drop of blood fell into Qi Lin’s palm.
Qi Lin was thrilled, and after thanking again, he hurriedly left to make preparations.
...
Three days later, the Daluo Alliance army prepared, sharpened their weapons, and girded up for a direct assault on the Golden Palace Sect.
At this mont, the arrival of one person caused Zheng Yi to change his plans.
The elite army of the Daluo Alliance, having just left the mountain gate, saw a figure calmly standing in the undulating depths of the mountains.
Having just endured a fierce battle, the cultivator army of the Daluo Alliance was at its peak morale, gathering overwhelming Evil Qi, terrifying Qi Blood Power taking form, Magical Power connecting like an angry, blood-colored dragon, creating chaos wherever it went.
And precisely due to the excessive killing intent, the surging Evil Qi gathered above the army, like a fearso beast in incubation, its re hint giving off a terrifying and irresistible pressure.
The formidable montum, like a storm, fiercely crushed in the direction they moved, raising daunting tides wherever it passed.
Yet, at the height of this increasingly powerful oppressive atmosphere, as the more intense Evil Qi swept towards the sudden apparition in mid-air, in an instant, the world cald, the sun and moon were sealed, as if all forces had been invisibly suppressed.
Even the thundering cultivator army halted instinctively at this mont.
No matter how unruly the cultivators were, when facing the solitary figure appearing alone in mid-air, they couldn’t help but feel a sudden unease deep in their hearts.
It seed as if there was a terrifying beast hidden in this locked world, ready to erge from its slumber at any ti and destroy everything.
Zheng Yi, who had been following at the back of the army, caught sight of the eerie figure appearing over the mountain range in a glance.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, an imnse feeling of threat surged up from deep within, divine light shooting from the depths of his eyes.
Though it seed like rely a solitary figure with no terrifying montum surging around.
However, with Zheng Yi’s level of Cultivation, he had already touched upon the level of Alaya Consciousness, spoken of by Buddhists, an ethereal perception of the world’s energy.
This sense surpasses bodily sensation, differs from Divine Soul exploration, entering a level where one is at Unity of Heaven and Man.
So at first glance, others see a figure standing suddenly in the void.
But what Zheng Yi perceives is an infinite release beneath that human guise, light akin to the sun’s dazzling rays.
At that mont, he sensed an extraordinarily terrifying energy entity, with even Divine Soul Power seemingly lting away under the endless, brilliant golden light.
Although the figure rely stood quietly, the area around seed locked by an indescribable rule of power.
The entire space transford into the field of that person, the basis of existence, wherever it reached, this individual was the complete Sovereign of that space, silently exuding an invisible, frightening pressure condensing between heaven and earth.
And in Zheng Yi’s Divine Soul exploration, that person was like a golden sun, his radiating majesty spreading like dazzling light, constantly expanding outward.
"A terrifying existence!"
"Unmatchable!"
Zheng Yi, equivalent in powerful Divine Soul to the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion, rely touching that light felt imnse pain.
The opponent’s Divine Soul was too terrifying, encompassing the entire space in their control.
Without exaggeration, this terrifying existence could mobilize the Power of Heaven and Earth in that space with any motion, showcasing an unfathomable strength.
Zheng Yi’s eyelids twitched slightly, pupils constricted, heart unconsciously sinking, murmuring.
"Core Formation Stage..."
"Golden Core Cultivator!"
Though he had never seen this level of top-tier cultivator, the first mont the perception from his Divine Soul reached him, it resonated to the depths of his soul.
Moreover, the opponent wasn’t concealing their Magical Power aura, seemingly deliberately allowing Zheng Yi to witness, thus Zheng Yi instantly understood their identity.
"Senior, what is your purpose in suddenly arriving here and blocking my army’s advance?!"
Zheng Yi’s expression was solemn, standing up, his attitude respectful as he saluted towards the void, asking loudly.
"The power of a Golden Core Cultivator is indeed terrifying?!"
"Perhaps with the intact Immortal-Slaying Godslaying Gourd it could injure the opponent, but unable to deliver a deadly strike?"
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