My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Understood!” The chorus of agreement rang out from the leaders of the remaining royal clans. At this point, they recognized the sway Qiong Mou held, his might undeniably surpassing theirs. Not one of them harbored illusions of outmatching him in a confrontation.

As his order hung in the air, Qiong Mou’s figure vanished into the sky, setting course for Qingzhou. Meanwhile, the formidable forces comprising the royal clans and the amassed demon horde retreated, leaving behind a desolate and broken group from the three sects.

The group of dejected disciples stood forlorn on the devastated lands, echoing a shared sentiment. “It’s over… The human race is completely finished.”

Qiong Mou traversed the sky with a commanding presence, each step seemingly asserting his dominance over the world below. His aura amplified with every moment, a frightening crescendo of power as he approached Qingzhou.

However, halfway through his journey, an unexpected change occurred. He stopped, sensing not only his escalating power but a formidable surge of energy emanating from Qingzhou.

Astonishing beams of golden light pierced the heavens, rivaling the luminance of galaxies. Moreover, it wasn’t a singular occurrence. Alongside the most powerful golden aura, nine others soared, evoking a sense of awe and fear in Qiong Mou.

“Could it be? Nine people are going to be kings at the same time?” The thought sent shivers down Qiong Mou’s spine as he struggled to grasp the magnitude of the force housed in Qingzhou. His mind raced, contemplating the possibility of the Qingzhou Alliance’s survival and the existence of the once-presumed dead Qin Huai.

Shaking off these thoughts, Qiong Mou reasoned that if the Qingzhou Alliance was still a force to reckon with, the Seven Supremes of Qingzhou would have been their first adversaries, given their stronghold in the region. After all, years prior, the majority of the Qingzhou Alliance had been witnessed and tracked by the royal clans, leaving only Qin Huai unaccounted for.

“If the Seven Supremes are counted in with Prince Qing Cang, the number of people should be about the same. We can’t let them live!” Calculations ran through Qiong Mou’s mind, the numbers seeming to align with the current events.

His determination solidified — those thriving in Qingzhou could not be left to grow their power. The aura emanating from there sparked a fierce flame of murderous intent within him, urging caution and strategy in his advance.

The proximity to the coveted throne of the Great You Emperor demanded meticulous steps, especially in the face of unexpected developments in Qingzhou.

He acknowledged the formidable backing he had: a league of twenty kings, including four of the highest caliber, a council of experienced elders, and an army of skilled elites. Yet, a nagging doubt resurfaced.

“That’s not right. Who is hiding the secrets of heaven for them?”

His mind raced, realizing that these signs of ascension should have been evident during his previous breakthroughs on the battlefield. The fact that neither he nor Bai Wuya perceived these events hinted at a secretive force working in Qingzhou’s favor, protecting and nurturing a power that now seemed ready to challenge the dominance Qiong Mou envisioned.

But the huge cloud of doubt did not make Qiong Mou panic. Instead, it made him smile. It appeared to him that the futile efforts to conceal information indicated that the enemy was still far from reaching their objective, possibly lacking the strength to win against him.

Qiong Mou surmised that Qingzhou might be their final stronghold. Regardless of whether they were the Seven Supremes or remnants of the human race, it mattered little to him.

“Leader? Did something happen?” a king on the ground asked as he approached

Qiong Mou, unable to sense any unusual happenings in the Qingzhou direction.

“It’s fine. Advance at full speed!” Qiong Mou responded, his eyes sparkling with unyielding spirit and his energy soaring to its pinnacle.

Descending to the earth, he effortlessly uprooted a mountain, taking steps forward with a might reminiscent of the legendary ancestor of the dragon clan, heading towards the Green Plains.

Days later, the army reached Qingzhou’s borders, led by a resolute Qiong Mou.

The towering golden pillar that graced the sky seemed even more magnificent upon closer inspection. As they neared, Qiong Mou realized it wasn’t a pillar but a golden statue seated in a meditative position on the ground.

A flicker of relief crossed his eyes. “Fortunately, I made it in time.” Without further ado, he commanded, “Massacre the city!”

A simple gesture unleashed his forces into action. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝘤ℴ𝑚

However, before they could surge forward, eight formidable figures emerged, displaying a significant advancement in their auras compared to a few years prior: the six kings of Qi Mountain, Purple Flame King, and Prince Qing Cang.

“Is that all? Can you really stop us?” Qiong Mou gazed at them disdainfully, his snide remark echoed by the stern faces of the other clan leaders beside him. The appearance of the eight kings, although noteworthy, couldn’t overshadow the massive force behind Qiong Mou, including more than ten kings ready for battle.

“Not just them.”

The scene escalated as ten more figures darted forward — Xiang Mingfeng, Le

Ji’an, Fang Huo, Hua Yanli, Xu Tong, Yun Qi, She Wanshan, Xiong Yujie, Wang Gang, and Prince Qing Cang’s daughter, Long Pingjing, a young prodigy noted in Great You’s records.

witnessing uns group, Q_uong mows previously cusrmsslve expression cnangeu. He had anticipated encountering remnants of the Qingzhou Alliance, but the sight of these powerful figures, known as Heaven’s Favorites, stirred an unsettling fear within him. Their presence begged the question: Who was responsible for activating the golden statue?

His initial suspect was Xiang Mingfeng, but seeing him among the group, doubts crept in. The mysterious force behind the golden statue phenomenon left him anxious, causing his usually steady heart to race.

Determined to sever whatever lifeline Qingzhou clung to, Qiong Mou rallied his troops, issuing a decisive command, “Kill them! Cut off Qingzhou’s fate!”

In response, an impressive army, tens of thousands strong, began their march on Qingzhou, ready to enact Qiong Mou’s ruthless order..