My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

419 Who’s the Chosen One?

“Where is this place?”

Whoosh!

Suddenly, one of them launched a surprise attack on Yang Tianhan, punching him through.

“Playing tricks,” he scoffed.

“Watch out behind you!” someone shouted.

!!

The man turned in surprise only to see Yang Tianhan standing behind him. A punch landed and his body shattered instantly.

The prodigies of Qingzhou watched Yang Tianhan with serious expressions.

“How did he do that?”

“His ancient scripture level seems to be…” They appeared to understand something.

“Indeed, my ancient scripture level has surpassed the blood refinement level,” Yang Tianhan confirmed. “Xiang Mingfeng hasn’t shared everything with you. The emperor of Qingzhou’s test actually has a shortcut key that allows someone to easily pass the test.” He looked around and smiled. “And I happen to be the owner of that key!” As soon as he finished speaking, he revealed a bronze pendant to everyone.

Whoosh!

Simultaneously, three figures rushed at Yang Tianhan, one of them being the future king, Wang Gang. A yellow light flashed from his eyes, only to be extinguished immediately as Yang Tianhan appeared behind him like a phantom.

Bang!

One punch was all it took to shatter Wang Gang. The other two met the same fate as Yang Tianhan simultaneously took them down. In mid-air, three Yang Tianhan figures merged into one.

Hiss…

Gasps echoed around them.

“King’s force… It doesn’t work anymore?” Even Xiang Mingfeng frowned as he noted Wang Gang’s suppressed king’s force.

“Correct. The king’s force is useless in this illusion realm I’ve created,” Yang Tianhan declared confidently. “Not only that, the original rules about prolonging the great slaughter are also inapplicable here.

“You might understand it this way: time inside this illusion realm is parallel to the outside world. No matter where you hide, you won’t be able to delay until the end. And as you’ve noticed, this illusion realm spans only five kilometers.”

Yang Tianhan smiled proudly. He had been waiting for this moment for twenty years — a chance to ensnare everyone at once.

“Here, I am god,” he roared, venting out years of pent-up frustration. “In the real world, my ancient scripture level with the key is only at the perfected blood refinement. But in this illusion realm, it breaks through to the bone pattern realm, even reaching the second level. I believe you all understand the difference between a second-level bone pattern realm and a group of blood refinement realm warriors.”

Yang Tianhan scanned everyone, his expression smug as he observed the dispirited faces of the Qingzhou geniuses. Finally, his gaze stopped on Qin Huai.

“Oh, by the way, I must thank you, Brother Zhou. If not for you, I wouldn’t have found such a good opportunity to trap everyone,” he said, flashing a brilliant smile.

Everyone turned to look at Qin Huai, their eyes filled with mixed emotions.

“Brother Zhou, you…” Xiang Mingfeng began, wanting to say something but eventually just sighed.

Le Ji’an sneered, “Brother Zhou, you’re the perfect example.” His contempt was evident.

Nearby, Gou Jie began to calculate something but abruptly stopped, not daring to delve into it further. He knew that the emperor’s inheritance was at stake, and any misstep could cost him his life.

“In order to repay your kindness, I’ll answer any question you have,” Yang Tianhan said, walking towards Qin Huai.

On his way, several people charged at him, hoping to try their luck. But multiple illusory figures zipped across the sky, effectively countering the attackers.

“Not only the king’s force, even their vital force is suppressed?” asked Fang Huo.

“That’s right. I forgot to mention that once you enter this illusion realm, you essentially become a spirit body. Even your vital force is suppressed,” Yang Tianhan said. “In here, only the ancient scripture holds sway! Only I can prevail! I am the chosen one fated to inherit the emperor’s legacy!” His voice was thunderous, shaking everyone’s hearts.

Suddenly, dozens of Yang Tianhan’s duplicates emerged, attacking the people around him. Some were pierced, while others were outright killed. He seemed to be toying with the Qingzhou prodigies.

Ten years ago, he had accidentally entered a level-one array and was pursued relentlessly. He could not utilize his visceral prefecture realm powers due to numerical disadvantage and the presence of experts from large sects.

However, at a crucial moment, he managed to break off a piece of the bronze wall, which turned out to be the key he now held. He spent a decade hiding and sacrificing many lives to understand the key’s secrets. It was a bizarre set of circumstances, but it seemed like destiny!

“Brother Zhou, let’s team up and give it a try,” Fang Huo suggested gravely, approaching Qin Huai.

Qin Huai ignored him and just asked slowly, “You just mentioned… What’s your realm level in this illusion realm?”

“Second-level bone pattern realm,” Yang Tianhan replied, noting Qin Huai’s resolute gaze. “It seems you want to try.”

Whoosh!

In a flash, Yang Tianhan disappeared and then reappeared right before Qin Huai’s eyes. More than ten duplicates instantly launched an attack at Qin Huai.

Calmly, Qin Huai raised his hand and effortlessly caught Yang Tianhan’s fist. The phantom assailants vanished instantly.

“Second-level bone pattern realm… Not impressive,” Qin Huai remarked coolly.

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