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“Ding! You have collected a [Poison King Technique Essence], [Poison King Technique] experience points have increased…”

“Ding! Your [Poison King Technique experience points] are maxed out. Experience points are temporarily stored.”

“Ding! You have collected a [Thousand Viper King (Fragment)], [Thousand Viper King (1/3)]”

“Ding! You have collected a [Sacred Heart Technique Essence]…”

Qin Huai briefly glanced over the experience points and collected them all. Standing amidst the blood-scented battleground, his expression remained unchanged despite the bloodshed that lay everywhere. He had long grown accustomed to such scenes.

Staring at the puddle of blood before him, Qin Huai frowned, lost in thought. “The difference within the same level is too great,” he pondered, “This is especially true as one’s cultivation level rises. Each time one enters a major realm, previous shortcomings cause the difference in combat power to increase.”

While Wen Zonghao had entered the visceral prefecture realm, he only had three patterns and lacked the king’s force. Moreover, his blood refinement realm blood essence was unreliable.

But the most critical weakness was Wen Zonghao’s guardian spirit item — it was inferior even to the blood puppet of the old man from the Thousand Divination Tower.

No, comparing it to the elders of the Thousand Divination Tower was almost insulting. The thousand viper king was exceedingly ordinary, compounded by Wen Zonghao’s advancing age. Considering all these factors, Qin Huai felt no pressure from Wen Zonghao.

“Times have changed,” Qin Huai murmured.

Just over six months ago, he could only flee from Wen Zonghao’s wrath. But now, he was assessing why Wen Zonghao was so weak. How unpredictable the world could be.

However, with Wen Zonghao and Huang Qiguang out of the way, the lingering worry in his mind was finally gone. But on the other hand, Wen Zonghao’s newly adopted son was a Sacred Heart follower who practiced their technique.

“These lowlifes… Have they managed to attract the Sacred Heart sect’s attention?” Qin Huai frowned. The issues concerning the great demon and the Sacred Heart sect made Qingzhou quite chaotic.

Shaking his head, Qin Huai shouted at the sky, “Senior!”

“Coming, coming!” A strange mist swiftly enveloped Qin Huai, as if a bloodied mouth had risen from the ground to consume him.

Buzz…

This time, he calmly watched the gray fog roll in, and when he reopened his eyes, he was back on the lush green grassland. The emperor was still crouched in front of the scene, observing the battle in the sinkhole.

“So, lad, how do you feel now?” the emperor asked in a teasing tone.

“Even within the visceral prefecture realm, there are disparities,” Qin Huai honestly stated.

“Actually, it’s not that your opponent is weak. It’s just that, with the support of the emperor’s force, the other party’s combat strength is significantly suppressed. Without it, you would likely need to exert a lot of effort to defeat him.”

As the emperor spoke, his form gradually faded.

“Senior, you…” Qin Huai quickly noticed the change in the emperor’s form.

“It’s fine. Every time I transport you in and out like this, it uses a lot of my energy. Although I’m very powerful, I’ve been dead for ten thousand years. My strength can’t be recovered. I can only quietly watch as my strength steadily dwindles…until I fade away.”

The emperor laughed, seemingly indifferent to the topic of life and death. “Come, come, come. You can continue to search for your next target. Quite a few visceral prefecture realm experts have entered the sinkhole this time. Although most of them aren’t worthy of your attention, they should be enough for you to gain experience.”

As the emperor continued his search, Qin Huai could feel his emperor’s force being honed. For instance, the range of the emperor’s force had increased from one meter to five meters, a significant improvement.

“Wait until you fully master the emperor’s force before you refine this bronze mountain and river diagram,” the emperor instructed, giving Qin Huai a goal.

“Hey! What about this guy?” The emperor suddenly drew Qin Huai’s attention to someone.

Qin Huai looked into the water. A small, tower-like figure appeared, with a faint glimmer of misfortune in his eyes, and an odd aura surrounding him. Most shockingly, he was gnawing on a severed arm.

“A Sacred Heart disciple!” Qin Huai exclaimed.

“Sacred Heart?” The emperor looked surprised. He leaned closer to examine the figure in the water. “You’re saying this guy is a Sacred Heart disciple?”

“Senior, you’re aware of the Sacred Heart sect as well?” Qin Huai was taken aback. The Sacred Heart sect was known to have emerged and flourished in the Great You in recent decades.

“Of course, I know. Those folks are famous for being freaks. Their sect’s most treasured technique, the sacred heart technique, claims that as long as the Sacred Heart is unextinguished, one can be reborn even if only a drop of blood remains!”

“Blood Rebirth? Sacred heart technique?” Qin Huai raised his eyebrows. It’s different by one word, but it sounded similar to the blood heart technique he cultivated.