My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

657 Domain: Dynasty!
The old man’s assault had been the final catalyst, breaking the last barrier hindering Qin Huai’s ascent to the king realm. An overwhelming force erupted from his core.

Inside Qin Huai’s consciousness, the inky black throne elevated, its foundation radiating a mesmerizing celestial glow. As Qin Huai perceived his surroundings, every detail was heightened.

Observing a simple tree felt like understanding its very core. He felt an attuned connection to the world around him, as if he could perceive all with his eyes sealed.
This was the awakening of a king’s profound senses.

At the same time, a purification process began within his bones, expelling impurities and rendering them as transparent as crystal. A wave of indescribable emotion welled up in him.

Suddenly, before Qin Huai, a mountain seemingly sprouted from the earth. A tranquil stream flowed at its base. Compelled, he reached out, feeling the genuine essence of the world, far more tangible than the bronze world had ever been.

But soon, his thoughts swirled again, conjuring an immense earth dragon tearing through the land, its mighty roar echoing dominance.

Boom!

From the disrupted waters, a gargantuan figure emerged, possessing power comparable to an elite visceral prefecture realm warrior.

As Qin Huai’s thoughts continued to meander, the landscape morphed around him. He realized that these transformations bore the marks of his practiced techniques.

Within this realm, he wielded unparalleled control. He had the power to sculpt the land, to call forth formidable entities. While the black dragon world epitomized decay, Qin Huai’s newly forged king domain symbolized creation and vitality.

In this space, life and demise were interchangeable, all dictated by his will.

“Dynasty,” Qin Huai whispered, christening his newfound domain. His path towards imperial ascendancy became clear. The duality of existence, life and death, now seamlessly blended in his grasp.

Pondering his newfound power, he questioned, “Can I now create a king?”

As Qin Huai thought about it, his stamina began to decrease rapidly. Blood qi swirled before him, with countless vibrant strands of life energy illuminating the surroundings.

The entire area quaked under the weight of a powerful king’s aura. Out of this energy, a humanoid beast materialized and knelt before Qin Huai. A formidable presence emanated from this silent colossus.

Observing the beast, Qin Huai sensed an abundance of power within him. “I can make another one.”

From the ground arose a second king, this time a majestic dragon. Its body formed from mountains and rivers, while its eyes shone with a bloody gleam. The ancient dragon hovered in mid-air.

Awe filled Qin Huai. He had just entered the king realm, and he already possessed the ability to forge kings. Future battles appeared promising. With three kings by his side, his enemies would struggle against him. And with his impressive combat prowess amplified by these three domains, matching him in battle would be a tall order for anyone.

“I have a king corpse too,” Qin Huai mused. Bringing forth the king corpse, he observed his trio of kings. The two newly created beings exhibited their own battle awareness, wielding divine abilities without his intervention.

“Very good,” Qin Huai expressed, contentedly. From this point, he was both a sect and a formidable power.

Suddenly, a surge of power and knowledge flowed within him. This was the residual energy from his past battles in the secret realm of Pingwang county. Now, with his advancement into the king realm, this energy was unleashed. He sat down, focusing on assimilating it.

…

News of Qin Huai’s victory against the allied army of the six royal clans, as well as the fact that the imperial capital was guarding the borders of Qingzhou quickly spread.

This devastating loss enraged the families. They lost three kings, multiple elders, and thousands of their elite. The depth of this loss was immeasurable. Even these influential families felt its sting.

Gathered urgently, representatives of the six royal clans deliberated their next move. The mood was tense.

“Originally, our plan was to overthrow the Qingzhou Alliance and then target the three sects,” one elder commented bitterly.

“Since things have come to this, we should be thinking about what to do next. We must take revenge for this humiliation!”

The man who spoke made the hall fall into a short silence. He was the brother of the fallen King Sanjian, known as King Eight Supremes. His status was notable, second only to the leader of the Nine Supremes clan.

His family’s influence had grown so much that they overshadowed the main lineage. Their rise would have shaken the foundation of their clan, if not for a powerful ally they had.

Surprised murmurs echoed as many voiced their shock over the recent betrayal by one of their own.

“Who would have thought that that old fellow would do such a crazy thing!”

“That’s right. Killing a fellow clansman to protect an outsider is simply deceiving his ancestors!”

“We must also deal with that dragon clan,” another elder added.

“That’s why we’re gathered here,” the central figure, the leader of the black tortoise clan, said.