My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences-Chapter 597 - Forging the King Bones

597 Forging the King Bones
As for the dignity of the six royal clans and the established order of the spirit world… How could this be more important than one’s own life? As the saying goes, as long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Whoosh!

A chilling gust trailed a soul slayer as it homed in on an elder, ruthlessly penetrating him.

An immediate pallor claimed his countenance. The life that had once animated him seemed to evaporate in seconds, leaving him desiccated and withered. The next moment, a crash resounded as his form disintegrated to nothingness.

At the same time, in the secret chamber of the Qiong Qi clan’s Barren State, an elder seated in meditation slumped lifelessly, his vital essence extinguished.

With a powerful flap of his Kun Peng wings, Qin Huai rapidly ascended to the mountaintop. Though the spirit bone level confined the true potential of his Kun Peng wings, his velocity dwarfed that of the six royal clans’ elders.

He lunged at them, his moves swift and decisive. Several esteemed people met their ends under Qin Huai’s merciless attack as easily as if he were squashing insects.

However, the spirit energy of those obliterated by the soul slayer was irretrievably lost. Unable to harness their energy, Qin Huai had no option but to deal swift, decisive blows, killing three more.

“Ding! Your spirit bone fusion rate is now 100%!”

A series of sharp cracks echoed from within Qin Huai. It felt as if his very soul was cascading like a waterfall, enveloping and purifying his skeletal frame.

The once-white bones shimmered, assuming a crystalline hue. Green bone patterns previously adorning his skull dissolved under this soulful cleanse, merging seamlessly with his being.

Were the ancient kings still amongst the living, they’d recognize the evolving aura around Qin Huai. As the true dragon and Kun Peng seemed to diminish, the shadows of the five poison technique’s creatures and the divine power book of a thousand creations began to wane.

In contrast, Qin Huai’s silhouette intensified, asserting dominance. The dynamics shifted, with Qin Huai as the undeniable epicenter.

Gathering his composure, Qin Huai prepared to renew the hunt. But momentarily, his focus wavered. Before him, not a single elder from the six clans remained. They had dispersed in all directions, desperate to flee the spirit world, lacking the courage to confront the transforming Qin Huai.

Ironically, this transitional phase should have been Qin Huai’s most vulnerable in the spirit world. Yet, they faltered. In their hesitation, they squandered their best chance to kill Qin Huai.

Whirling around, Qin Huai’s eyes settled on a group of martial artists who dared to venture into the King Bone Holy Altar. Their intentions were clear — they aimed to claim the scattered king bones of the six royal clans. These bones, each one a priceless relic, beckoned them.

“Hurry! Grab them!” The greed in their voices was palpable, a desperate bid to make the most of Qin Huai’s momentary distraction.

But alas, the formidable foundation of the six royal clans was no more. In the face of imminent danger, they fled, not daring to put up even a semblance of resistance.

“Everyone wants to die too?” Qin Huai’s voice rang out, chilling and foreboding.

Those audacious enough to have ventured into the altar froze, the blood draining from their faces. Half of them crumpled to the ground, their bravado shattered. Each one of these intruders was a renowned figure in the real world. Yet now, faced with Qin Huai’s might, they were rendered helpless.

“We just want to serve as guardians of your treasures, my lord. Our intentions were pure!” The remaining few stammered, quickly retracing their steps, their escape almost frantic.

In moments, the King Bone Holy Altar was restored to its original tranquility. The lingering surges of power from the formation and the awakening of the king bones seeped into the earth. Once more, the altar’s protective barrier shimmered into existence.

Returning to his initial position, Qin Huai gathered the scattered king bones before settling into a meditative posture. “Time to go.”

Moments later, his eyes snapped open. The chill of the wind swept into the secret chamber, brushing against Qin Huai’s face.
His gaze rested upon the gleaming king bones before him, accompanied by the soul weapons of the six royal clans. A quick tally revealed fifty-two in total. While most resembled needle bones, a few took the form of axes and swords.

“These soul weapons are different from the flowing rainbow dragon scales,” he said, tapping the luminous dragon scales adorning him.

The dragon scales, much like any treasured artifact, were distinctive. In contrast, the six royal clans’ soul weapons were pristine white, tinged with an ethereal green, their transparency striking.

“These are single-use items,” Qin Huai deduced. “They pale in comparison to a majestic artifact like the flowing rainbow dragon scales, but they still possess formidable power.”

His initial disappointment faded, replaced by a muted satisfaction. True, treasures like the flowing rainbow dragon scales were not commonplace, even within the distinguished six royal clans. But these one-time-use soul weapons, despite being inferior, were plentiful. Fifty-two such weapons would undoubtedly deal a significant blow to the six clans.

As for the rest, Qin Huai had a special purpose in mind: he would use them against the elders of the six royal clans.

Earlier in the spirit world, Qin Huai had wielded these soul weapons with deadly precision, bringing down eight clan elders. Each elder was at the pinnacle of the visceral prefecture realm, serving as the backbone of their respective clans.

“These are potent weapons meant for the white-robed king.” As he appraised the treasures before him, Qin Huai felt a surge of assurance.

His attention then shifted to the scattered king bones. Anticipation coursing through him, he began meticulously gathering them, planning to reassemble them into a singular, majestic king bone. A bold idea, yet one he was convinced could be realized.

His secret weapon? The divine power book of a thousand creations. This skill, a cherished secret passed down in the Tong family, was renowned for its artifact-forging prowess. King bones bore an uncanny resemblance to the power stones utilized in such crafts, albeit vastly more powerful.

“I haven’t used this technique in ages.” Eager to test his skills, Qin Huai focused on piecing the bones together rather than reshaping them. His current status in the world notwithstanding, fashioning a brand-new king bone was a challenging prospect.

Summoning the qi of thousand creations, he channeled it into the bones. All one hundred and fifty-three of them began to vibrate and resonate with a potent force.

Buzz…

The bones, when in proximity, repelled each other with explosive bursts of energy, filling the room with a cacophony akin to a roaring tsunami. Yet, with Qin Huai’s domineering presence, this ruckus was quickly subdued.

His penetrating gaze was an abyss of intent. “Without the emperor’s force, even the finest blacksmiths, when bestowed with these treasures, would fail to forge king weapons.”

Despite his considerable skill in forging, the task was far from easy, especially given the king bones’ formidable nature.

Qin Huai revealed a gratified expression. His technique was extremely rough. Although his forging skills were not weak, he was still far from creating an unrestrained creation, especially when this item was made from king bones as the raw material… Fortunately, he was strong enough.

As the saying goes, if you don’t have enough skills, then you’ll have to use brute force. He could always fight. In any case, Qin Huai did not have to worry about the hardness of the king bones breaking down.

After an intense session spanning two days and nights, Qin Huai finally leaned back, satisfaction evident. Before him lay a pristine human skeleton, its transparency attesting to its purity.

However, the assembly wasn’t perfect. Due to not having enough king bones, some joints were incomplete. The king bone’s arm, for instance, could rotate in a full circle, and its entire structure could curl into a compact sphere.

A chuckle escaped him. “Its flexibility knows no bounds.”

Undeterred by the skeleton’s imperfections, Qin Huai initiated the blood heart technique. Threads of blood seeped from his pores, entwining the king bone. With unwavering focus, he moved on to the next step of crafting an astonishing creation…