A new seemingly ordinary day began on the planet Gloom and within the Yinblood sect; but internally, in the shadows, things were stirring. The clan leader was in her chambers, meditating lightly, aware of the imminent events. It was not news that there were traitors, but she couldn’t accuse anyone without evidence.
Divine sects only stayed alive and powerful over millennia thanks to strict rules, and everyone had to justify their actions. This Fey was the leader, but she couldn’t do as she pleased; there were many other powerful cultivators in the sect who would love to take her position if she made a mistake. She needed to act within the rules and with valid justifications.
The life of a cultivator was always filled with turbulence and trials; unfortunately, she could only observe and wait for the important traitors within the sect to slip up. She had been waiting a long time for an opportunity to catch them, and she hoped the whale would survive until that moment arrived.
Just because the Yinblood sect was large and powerful throughout the universe didn’t mean no one tried to invade or steal from them. In fact, in all sects and throughout the universe, there were always stealthy invaders trying to steal or uncover secrets. That’s why there was always strict surveillance on everyone entering the planet, but it was inevitable that some with powerful techniques managed to get in.
If some cultivators from the Shadow God in the Skies sect were found, the leader would have nothing to accuse them of. Spies were common, and there were even some Fey informants from the sect covertly spread to other sects.
But if these invaders made a big move and failed, a betrayal would be evident and would require action. This could destroy the entire sect; she would have grounds to abuse her power and investigate everyone to their soul, if necessary. She was watching, but it all depended on that young half-human.
Inside the Dragonkin Haven Forest.
The whale was in the cave, using its tattoos, while Zaimo and Quirio meditated. Soon, a muffled sound emanated from their bodies, and a frenzied aura flowed around them.
Immediately after resolving the situation with the three young Feys, the whale handed over all the Yinblood Jewelry it had collected while Rehvka prepared for the previous invasion. All items were exchanged for cultivation resources, which was the best use at the moment. Using a third of the resources, Zaimo and Quirio reached the ninth level of the Elemental Condensation Realm.
It was a staggering amount of Yinblood Jewelry, totaling over 300,000; they soon obtained a shocking amount of pills and herbs that were easily absorbed. The other group members were close to reaching divine realms and didn’t need as much of the resources; but all the young members could still cultivate and increase the group’s power before chaos ensued.
Outside, another earth cave was created. Ruri, Calirer, and Rehvka were inside, supporting the two Fey girls, while Corin was with Idris further away. The other two-thirds of the resources were being used on the three Feys. They were at the beginning of the Body Destruction Realm and, after using everything, rose to the sixth level, rebuilding their bodies multiple times.
There were no issues with this speed; after the battle underground, these young people were pushed to their physical and mental limits. They achieved what was needed to advance.
Outside, in the surrounding area of the base, Deryu and Runula immediately returned to Ruri’s side and were now training the draconic beasts recruited by Liumi. There were fewer than a hundred, but if they didn’t become more powerful, the tribulations would be fatal.
Deryu was almost useless but served to instill danger in them. Coltia was experienced but only lightly helped and let Runula develop and train them; she had been very weak in the past and knew better than anyone how to point the way to ascension.
Alm and Bruno were always on alert, but Kaiyka was outside, pushing her divine soul to the limit and vigilantly watching all surroundings. Now, they weren’t the only ones with a divine soul and the ability to use it this way. They could divide tasks, focusing on other responsibilities.
As soon as Quirio got up, the whale didn’t give him time. He immediately sent a location in the forest. "Go exactly to this place and use your earth laws to attract the Yinblood Jewelry from underground. Bring everything quickly; the lives of the draconic beasts depend on it."
He nodded and dashed off. His brother’s behemoth bloodline was far more powerful than theirs when they had taken over the whale’s body. From a young age, Quirio had cultivated the Beastial Blood Refinement Technique. His mastery of the behemoth bloodline was at a level Alm and Bruno only reached when they encountered the behemoth in the dwarf realm. It could be used for many tasks like this.
Meanwhile, Zaimo moved swiftly towards Thea, who was in a place inside the cave, forging her weapons in preparation.
The day was short, and they didn’t have much free time. As soon as Quirio returned, all the Yinblood Jewelry was handed over to the beasts. That same night, Kaiyka sent a message to the whale: they had arrived.
The mountain serving as their base was the center of everything, and atop it, the whale stood with hands behind its back, carefully observing the surroundings.
Everyone was divided into four groups. Each was responsible for a region around the center: North, South, East, and West.
The first three groups were almost identical to the previous division. Only Runula and Deryu joined Coltia and the beasts, forming a new group defending the South. Ruri was left with just the three young Feys defending the North.
If it were before, having only Ambry capable of blocking enemies head-on would have been dangerous, but now everything had changed. Ruri wasn’t the same anymore; her dragon bloodline was thin but terrifying, akin to the behemoth’s power.
Primordial dragons didn’t specialize in laws like the behemoth, nor did they possess a unique and characteristic power like phoenixes. They were the first life forms of the universe and were above all simplistic things like that. Their bodies were supreme over all races; their attacks were pure power capable of destroying everything, and their will was the will of the emperor reigning over all mortals.
What was curious was that the sealed primordial dragon on this planet was different; it chose to forsake everything, define itself in one gender, and become a complete Yin figure. Focusing on one thing and forsaking all others seemed wasteful to Alm and Bruno. Perhaps only Ruri could understand its decision.
But Ruri was just a simple mortal human. She couldn’t bear to use the full power of this bloodline, but by triggering it with her will, she could use it to the limit of her body. In doing so, she needed nothing to protect her and, for a time, could literally bring down gods and demons. In exchange, all her Qi would be exhausted, but it was enough time for the whale and others to cover her in emergencies.
Alm and Bruno reflected. Ruri had become highly specialized in various combat methods. Her own Dao was a domain that completely cornered and imprisoned someone to death if she had allies or her pets nearby. Her dragon power could suppress any other beastial race and give her momentary invincibility to escape or enter any short-term situation. Her mental cultivation was best used when focused on a target, and if she had protection, she could invade and overthrow any cultivator in no time.
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Her pure attack power, coupled with spatial laws and the Eternal Bond, could split anything in half, but she could only use this three times or once at full strength. They were all different, terrifying, and invincible fighting methods, but she could only choose one, and after using it, she would be left with nothing; it was win or win.
Obviously, she chose this on her own. Ruri didn’t need to worry about what came after; Alm and Bruno would always be there to protect her; she just needed to be the most efficient and perfect for what they needed at the moment.
As the whale pondered Ruri’s situation, everyone was ready and silently waiting in that cold, dark night. Meanwhile, a dozen hidden shadows quietly approached.
Alm didn’t even need to use their divine soul to sense them; they used Yin stealth techniques, taking advantage of the night. When all of them were within a nearby area, that was when the tattoos were activated and the Harmony Beyond Duality was triggered.
They wanted to use techniques and laws to conceal themselves? The moment the tattoos were used, and they entered their domain area, their laws stirred and their techniques destabilized. They were spotted as clearly as in daylight, and even their Qi seemed unsettled.
BOOM!!!
They were all simple assassin demons in the Divine Origin Realm. They were limited to this realm because all disciples could only stay in the forest until this realm; thus, they wouldn’t attract attention. This was the invaders’ cultivation limit, or the sect would be forced to intervene.
But... they were like ants before them after losing their concealment and laws. They died without any retaliation. That same ’silent’ night, another wave of demons invaded, then another, and another.
The whale’s tactic was simple and sinister. They let the enemies get close enough, then activated the power of the tattoos. All were wiped out in less than a minute, unable to even send a warning message.
Those who commanded them only knew that they had died, without understanding how it happened so quickly and without them having time to send any message. So, they sent more and more, with no news; they couldn’t gather any information, so they sent more. Until they stopped with burning hatred in their eyes, after losing hundreds of demons uselessly.
The day came, and during this period the Yang was very strong and the level of assassins wasn’t that high; the attacks stopped and the group gained some time to rest. No one was excited; everyone knew that with each victory the enemies would escalate their power for the next battle.
On the next night, the opponents wouldn’t be simple demons. The enemies understood what they were dealing with and couldn’t afford to lose people without gaining any information. They would escalate the combat, but would test and rise to the limit; they couldn’t go all out, as with each escalation the risks for the traitors were greater.
The upside was that Ruri and Runula commanded the youths and beasts; they taught them to attack to kill immediately and exploit weaknesses. Everyone was sharpening their blades bit by bit. They also didn’t waste resources; Calirer absorbed their souls, Idris their blood, and the whale, with the power of the active tattoo, sucked Qi from their bodies before dispersing.
Before dying, the demons burned a good portion of their Qi. For him, it was so little Qi that it wasn’t worth it, but for the younger members of the group, the amount was significant and would help them evolve even further.
The day was used for cultivation and training; everyone was immersed every minute in improving themselves. At the same time, the comprehension barrier to reach Ruri’s and the others’ divine cultivation was becoming increasingly fragile.
So the night came again, and the new adversaries approached. At that moment, the whale squinted its eyes slightly surprised.
Those demons weren’t hiding or using assassin techniques. They just moved forward, confident and using Yin from the environment in tune with their powers. But the surprise was another. Alm and Bruno felt the bloodline of those demons...
At the exact moment Calirer spotted them, her eyes widened, and her demon bloodline resonated within her. They were... people of her own demon race; the Soul Eaters.
Pure demons of this race were extinct on the Pristine planet, forced to mix their blood with other races. She only knew their characteristics from legends, imagining and dreaming how incredible and powerful they were. And now, her dream was before her — and they were her enemies.
These attacking demons all had bluish skin, and some of them had a horn. However, it was evident that these horned demons were much weaker than the others; the more powerful ones had no horn. This was a peculiar characteristic of the Soul Eaters demon race, who underwent metamorphoses throughout their lives, changing into different forms.
Initially, they weren’t blue and resembled common demons, with wings, tails, and horns. As they reached a certain level of bloodline enhancement, their bodies changed, becoming more robust, and only one horn remained; this horn was nurtured by their bloodline, similar to a reverse scale of a dragon.
Upon reaching a higher level of bloodline, their skin turned bluish, and upon reaching the peak, this horn fell off. However, unlike dragons who discarded the scale or kept it as a memento, this horn became the best spiritual weapon of these demons, a symbol of their maximum power and a formidable combat tool.
Calirer took a deep breath, and Alm and Bruno sighed at their ’fate.’ Of all demon races, this one appeared. But at the same time, they internally smiled. It was a great opportunity for Calirer. With their allies growing stronger, they would also become stronger.
As for Calirer, she was shocked for a few seconds. Then she attacked as if nothing had happened. Alm and Bruno nodded; she was reliable and experienced. She had lived long enough to understand the reality of the world; like humans and any other race, each individual could be good or bad; just because they were of her race, it didn’t mean anything. They were pointing their blades at her family; so, she would kill them.
But... a subtle smile crept onto her lips. She knew it wasn’t bad luck; the whale was there, and he certainly wouldn’t waste something good to help her. They both trusted each other completely, and this was an incredible stroke of luck that would further amplify her future.