Chapter 3010: Chapter 3010
The corpses on the battlefield were all sorted and fed to the Devil Vine. Ye Liuyun was determined to raise the vine first; it would be his trump card against the perils of the Desolate Sea.
More than ten million alien bodies—though many had been blown apart by fire-wagon salvos—still left their arcane cores intact. Add the fallen of Ye Liuyun’s own alien legion and the demon army, and the vine became the biggest winner yet.
By his calculation, this haul could push it straight to the eighth or ninth tier of Unity. The vine hauled the corpses into First Clone’s pocket world and gorged itself—feast, sleep, feast again—while Ye Liuyun ordered it to cultivate in seclusion; it would not fight for the moment.
Ye Liuyun and Yu Xiaofeng, meanwhile, stripped the ancient demons and the demon host of their gear. Ye Liuyun kept the sets he might need; the rest of the discharged human-army equipment was gathered up by Yu Xiaofeng and the other generals.
Then Yu Xiaofeng’s group split off to probe other star-fields, while Ye Liuyun stepped through the black teleportation tower into Second Clone’s world. Only after that did he appear in person and pull both clones back inside.
During his absence the two pirate fleets had held their fire; their armadas now hovered near the Huo-yin system. Every corsair kept quietly cultivating—nothing had been left undone.
With the alien menace settled, Ye Liuyun felt lighter; he could focus on the coming Desolate-Sea crisis.
He strolled out, greeted Liu Yan, and swept the Huo-yin system with his golden pupils. They were still far away; all he could see were a few bright planets.
“Looks like the stellar-source energy in Huo-yin is plentiful.”
That was all the distance allowed, yet long experience told him bright planets meant strong cultivators. He passed the word around: keep training. Everyone could use the Condensing Origin Art to refine their mystic yuan.
Tang Xinyao and the others had compacted their realms so tightly that breakthroughs came whether they wished or not; since they stayed inside the clones’ worlds, Liu Yan’s people never noticed.
Ye Liuyun himself finally mastered the Condensing Art. Faster than his Soul-Ghost Secret, it wasted some mystic yuan, but with resources aplgh he didn’t care. Side by side with his clones he refined until all three bodies reached late First-Tier Unity. Spatial force and heaven-and-earth power soared.
Sparring with Unity-Four aliens was now effortless; the five hundred captives had themselves climbed to Unity Three-Four—perfect punching-bags. After the beasts compacted their own yuan, fewer than two hundred remained.
Once Tang Xinyao and Tang Hao broke through, they challenged Ye Liuyun to a friendly duel—two on one.
They discovered his realm looked unchanged, yet a casual palm carried denser heaven-and-earth force than ever. Their strikes dissolved against layered voids and world-power; they never once touched him.
Embarrassed, Tang Xinyao laughed it off: “Realm stalled, but strength keeps soaring.”
“Yeah, my stage has always been the short board. Now, with the Condensing Art, climbing should be much faster.”
He felt good: the Tang pair were geniuses who could cross levels to fight Unity-Five, yet together they couldn’t bring him down—proof his spatial and world-force had leapt again.
“Your clone’s world still runs at tenfold speed—keep this up and you’ll soon have no rivals,” Tang Xinyao sighed.
“Time advantage, yes—but living ten times faster burns life-tenure too,” he reminded.
That startled them: tenfold time means tenfold aging. They promptly quit the clone world and returned to his normal one, where they finally understood why his women preferred slower progress to hothouse cultivation. Only low-realm underlings used the time boost occasionally, fearing premature age.
From then on, Tang Xinyao’s group rarely touched the accelerator; their progress slowed.
Ye Liuyun didn’t mind—he could always drench himself in life-spring water. The Desolate Sea threat left no room to slack.
By Zhan Kong’s estimate their present strength wouldn’t even rate there, so Ye Liuyun kept the pressure on.
The demonic beasts cared even less—decades were nothing to their lifespan—yet he feared reckless speed might leave their realms hollow. He ordered them out for rest and led everyone on leisurely tours to unwind.
Discharged soldiers were resettled; he checked on them. Most were recruited by city lords, causing no unrest. Pei Yong folded some into the praetorian of the miniature kingdoms he governed, ready to rally if Ye Liuyun ever needed them. Knowing they lived in his world, none dared misbehave.
He surveyed the inner world: Ye Ling ran it so smoothly he could relax. With a thread of divine sense he located the various masters he had taken at different times; seeing each content, he only asked Ye Ling to watch over and protect them—along with anyone who had shown him kindness.
The Ye clan, Saint Martial Academy, and other forces were thriving without his hovering; he stayed hidden, lest they lean on him too much and stunt their own growth.
