Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Qi Sea a Thousand Miles

After hearing the details, the Sword God was half-dead with anger. He immediately guessed this was Mo Sect’s doing—or more accurately, the scheme of that Old Fox Mo Qianxun—who deliberately spread rumors to provoke conflict between East Kunlun and the demonic sect!

Though East Kunlun didn’t fear the demonic sect, neither did the demonic sect fear East Kunlun. Both knew full-scale war would leave both sides crippled, hence avoiding direct confrontation.

But now Sword God found himself framed by Mo Qianxun. The demonic sect cultivators mistakenly believed they’d been tricked, unleashing their wrath upon East Kunlun disciples in humiliated fury.

Trapped by his position as leader of the righteous sects, Sword God couldn’t explain to demonic scoundrels nor lower himself to apologize. Left with no choice, he ordered disciples to counterattack violently.

To East Kunlun’s Higher-ups, Sword God confessed the truth. Learning Mo Sect had tricked them, the Elders nearly choked on rage, demanding vengeance.

But how? Direct action risked public condemnation as fellow righteous cultivators. The proper method involved collaborating with Demonic Path cultivators to attack Mo Sect’s bases—like the Iron-Walled Jin City operation.

Yet East Kunlun’s reputation among demonic factions had soured after Iron-Walled Jin City. Unable to form alliances, they found no way to retaliate against Fang Lie and Mo Sect.

After much debate, they grudgingly shelved revenge for future opportunities.

Months after Iron-Walled Jin City, Mo Sect’s Jade Pool suddenly stirred. A colossal altar emerged bearing a winged youth—Fang Lie, exiting closed-door training.

His cultivation had multiplied dozens of times, achieving Qi Sea spanning a thousand miles. Moreover, he’d mastered two new Powerful Divine Skills!

The first: advanced Nirvana Fire Seed. Using a drop of someone’s Original Essence Blood, he could craft this life-saving treasure akin to Puppet That Dies in Place. Even dismembered victims could resurrect on the spot.

Creating these seeds proved laborious—stronger targets required greater effort. Currently, Fang Lie could only make them for cultivators below Wind Tribulation Immortal level.

Yet this heaven-defying ability granted his followers near-undying nature without side effects—usable infinitely without harming talent or spiritual bones. Only Xuan Sect’s Gate of All Mysteries matched this perfect revival technique, surpassing even Tao Sect’s Dao Seed Golden Lotus.

In Mo Sect, each Nirvana Fire Seed equaled a Seventh-rank Treasure’s value. Fang Lie could amass fortunes selling them!

Though miraculous, Fang Lie expected this skill. His true excitement came from the second divine skill—Fire Bird Technique!

Despite its simple name, this supreme divine skill synergized perfectly with his life-bound treasure altar.

The technique condensed Fang Lie’s entire Magic into a walnut-sized Fire Bird, infused with his blood essence and tens of thousands of Dao pattern karp from his energy seas. The result? A devastatingly powerful, semi-sentient projectile sharing mental bonds with its creator.

Compressing Magic from a thousand-mile Qi Sea, enhanced by Fang Lie’s 30% fire-element Dao Body and altar’s amplification, each Fire Bird held terrifying power. The old bird claimed even Wind Tribulation Immortals couldn’t withstand its penetrative force and explosive might—only superpowers like Mo Wanfang might survive.

Condensing one took days due to Fang Lie’s vast Magic reserves—impractical for spontaneous combat. Normally, cultivators could store three such birds internally for surprise attacks.

But Fang Lie’s life-bound treasure altar broke limits—he could stockpile unlimited Fire Birds.

Because he didn’t need to contain the Fire Birds within his body, he could fuse them directly into the altar.

At present, three vivid seven-colored Fire Bird patterns adorned Fang Lie’s altar. Though they appeared decorative, they embodied the Fire Bird Technique divine skill.

With a mere thought, Fang Lie could command them to shoot forth at terrifying speeds, piercing enemies. If they slew their target, they’d return to the altar to restore expended Magic.

If unsuccessful, they’d continue battling until Self-Detonation or Magic depletion.

Even then, they wouldn’t vanish permanently. Each left behind a wisp of spirit soul on the altar. As long as the altar remained undamaged and the spirit souls intact, absorbing sufficient Magic would revive them.

This allowed Fang Lie to endlessly condense Fire Birds, effectively adding divine skills to the altar.

As their numbers grew, so did the altar’s might—its potential limit unknown, possibly boundless.

Moreover, being Fang Lie’s life-bound treasure, the altar shared an intrinsic bond with him. The Fire Birds could evolve alongside his cultivation. Should his strength increase, theirs would rise correspondingly, never becoming obsolete!

This half-year closed-door training could’ve expanded his Qi Sea to fifteen hundred miles, given the abundant resources and altar’s aid.

Yet Fang Lie prioritized foundation stability over haste, dedicating time to hone two Powerful Divine Skills instead. His Qi Sea settled at eleven hundred miles—still qualifying him as an Inner Gate Core Disciple!

Most cultivators would’ve Advanced in the Golden Pool here, content to become Fire Tribulation Immortals or even Thunder Tribulation Immortals.

But Fang Lei wasn’t so shortsighted. He knew this marked only the beginning of his arduous path.

Emerging from seclusion, he squinted at the sunlight, savoring the warmth.

Suddenly, an overwhelming power immobilized him. Dizziness blurred his vision.

When clarity returned, he stood before a pavilion where Mo Sect Leader Mo Qianxun scrutinized him and his altar.

Mo Qianxun nodded approvingly at Fang Lie’s cultivation progress before studying the altar. After a prolonged inspection, he grimaced. "You used that massive Divine Marrow and high-rank treasures to craft… this? What tragic waste!"

"Works fine for me," Fang Lie retorted proudly. "It’s my life-bound treasure, boosting my cultivation speed constantly!"

True to his words, the altar channeled pure Spiritual Energy into him, steadily expanding his Qi Sea. Even lazing about, his cultivation speed outpaced diligent cultivators!

"Divine Marrow’s rarer than phoenix feathers!" Mo Qianxun fumed. "Yet you squandered it on a sloth’s tool!"

"My treasures, my choice," Fang Lie deflected. "Why’d you drag me here anyway?"

Mo Qianxun sighed heavily, expression grave.

Alarmed, Fang Lie pressed, "Trouble?"

"White Bone Sect ambushed Iron-Walled Jin City."

"What?!" Fang Lie roared. "Outcome?"

"They lost a Thunder Tribulation Immortal and an Eighth-rank large treasure weapon before retreating." Mo Qianxun’s envy showed. "Since it’s your territory and your treasure attacked, the credit’s yours."

"Mine?" Fang Lie blinked. "But Bird Bro acted? I’m not even the official Token Lord!"

"Not Bird Bro. The Flying Sword of Void Penetration struck." Mo Qianxun sighed. "You’ve struck gold, boy."

"Flying Sword of Void Penetration?" Fang Lie gaped. "That’s mine?!"