My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 351: On The Way

Lu Bai walked out from the pile of rubble, looked around, and everywhere he looked were jagged rocks, spanning at least dozens of li in radius.

Under the Lightning Tribulation, all living things had vanished into smoke, with no insect chirps or bird calls; this place could be said to be quiet to a certain degree.

After all, he had anticipated this aspect beforehand, so Lu Bai did not continue standing in place in a daze. He casually chose a direction and strode away from this uninhabited area.

Along the way, he kept his head slightly lowered, clearly pondering something.

In fact, due to his lack of negative emotional fluctuations, the previous Lightning Tribulation that had nearly cost him his life had not actually affected him much.

He still maintained the Mahayana Stage realm, but could no longer fully utilize his magic power; he estimated that in battle aspects, he could probably exert half-step Mahayana power at best.

After all, the subsequent influence of the self-severing slash was still there.

One could tell just by thinking that cultivation was not something that could be severed just by saying so.

If it were really that simple, there wouldn’t be so many cultivators who died under Lightning Tribulation.

So-called Mahayana Stage cultivators meant their physical body and Primordial Spirit had perfectly fused, achieving a second rebirth, able to sense and wield Great Dao laws, with one foot already stepping into the domain of the Immortal Path.

Comprehension of the Great Dao could not be weakened, let alone Lu Bai’s, which was not particularly profound to begin with.

Thus, the self-severing slash, simply put, forcibly separated the physical body and Primordial Spirit from their tight fusion.

The effect of Steel Body was still there, and Lu Bai’s body was fine, but the trouble was his Primordial Spirit.

Without even using inner vision, Lu Bai could feel that his Primordial Spirit was covered in dense cracks, like the surface of a frozen river that had nearly shattered completely under heavy pressure.

This was a Dao Injury; no matter how good one’s talent, there was no way to handle this situation.

Fortunately, his Primordial Spirit contained a Flower of Immortality, which constantly emanated Dao Charm, ensuring the situation did not worsen further.

Although he had fallen to this state, Lu Bai remained quite optimistic.

Anyway, he would not stay in this world forever, so a severed path ahead did not affect him too much.

Lu Bai walked aimlessly until a notification sound in his mind announced that he had obtained a node.

[Ding!]

[Successfully acquired current Deathmatch Arena node.]

[Double Points Reward loaded.]

[Current Points: 4, Current Rank 1/193]

The system’s notification indicated that from the appearance of the Lightning Tribulation, less than a day had passed, so there was no need to rush back to Qingwang Sect.

Worth noting was that in this round of Deathmatch Duel, due to the high power level, the Death Fighters were also distributed widely.

Thus, most Death Fighters chose to first find ways to join an Immortal Sect, master cultivation methods, then cultivate diligently, without rushing to eliminate other Death Fighters.

As a result, even though the Deathmatch Duel had been going on for so long, only a few Death Fighters had died, and Lu Bai estimated that those unlucky eggs who died might not even have been killed by other Death Fighters.

Lu Bai rubbed his chin and quickly made a decision.

“First, go reduce the number of Death Fighters a bit.”

Most of the time, Lu Bai was in flight posture, spreading out his divine sense like a radar for carpet-style searching.

Only in places with human presence did he land on the ground and proceed on foot.

Along the way like this, Lu Bai heard quite a few rumors about the Dao Commencement Assembly.

And a large portion of them were about him.

This was not surprising; as the Dao Commencement Assembly concluded, the Immortal Sect disciples who had fled early before the Lightning Tribulation descended would naturally spread the events that occurred on Ziyun Mountain.

“Did you hear? In this Dao Commencement Assembly, Qingwang Sect produced a real monster.”

“You’re talking about Qingwang Sect’s Lu Bai, right?”

“Exactly, the one who single-handedly suppressed all Holy Sons and True Disciples, taking first place in the Dao Commencement Assembly.”

“Not quite, I heard all the Immortal Sect disciples joined forces but were still defeated by Lu Bai alone.”

“Isn’t that a bit absurd? The Dao Commencement Assembly had over a thousand top disciples from various Immortal Sects.”

“What’s that? I heard a piece of insider news, not guaranteed true, but it seems the Elders from various Immortal Sects haven’t returned to their sects…”

As mentioned before, this world had no national regimes or the like.

Both order and right to speak were mastered by Immortal Sects.

The mortals, who made up over 99% of the population, even without spiritual roots and unable to embark on the cultivation path, still paid attention to this aspect’s situation.

Don’t think the Dao Commencement Assembly was just a contest among the younger generation of various Immortal Sects; as long as this batch of young disciples did not fall, developing steadily, they would surely become the dominators riding over these mortals in the future—no choice but to pay attention.

The fall of over a hundred Deity Transformation Stage Great Powers was news that the various Immortal Sects definitely would not publicize proactively.

For a time, rumors flew wildly across Xuanzhou, with hearsay everywhere.

……

The autumn rain carried a chill, falling to the ground without stirring much soil fragrance, instead turning the road into a muddy mess.

This rain was not heavy; advancing through it did not make one as bedraggled as a drowned rat.

But the horse carriage carrying goods had wheels that easily sank into the mud, and even with people pushing from behind, it was extremely difficult to move.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man leading the convoy immediately decided to head to an abandoned ruined temple by the road to take shelter from the rain, then set off once it stopped.

People getting wet was no big deal, but the goods supplied to the Immortals could not have any issues.

“Quickly check if those blood-stealing grannies are okay?”

The middle-aged man entered the temple, paid no mind to his soaked clothes, and hurriedly had someone check the goods’ situation.

They were civilians under Myriad Worm Valley’s rule.

Even though civilians under Immortal Sects did not live well, those under Myriad Worm Valley often lived even more difficult lives.

After all, civilians under other Immortal Sects were at most treated as tools or slaves.

For Myriad Worm Valley, these civilians, while serving in those two roles, also had extra duties of testing insects and raising insects.

This trip of theirs was to deliver goods to Myriad Worm Valley.

Those so-called blood-stealing grannies were naturally the common name for a type of venomous insect.

This venomous insect sucked human blood, storing it in its body and converting it to blood qi, which was a fine grain for the spirit insects raised by Myriad Worm Valley cultivators.

A skinny youth lifted the lid, his complexion changing drastically: “Oh no, Village Chief, these few blood-stealing grannies look a bit listless.”

The middle-aged man called Village Chief hurried over, glanced, then without hesitation rolled up his sleeve and slashed his own wrist.

The spilled blood fell onto the pitch-black shells on the backs of the venomous insects, making them wriggle; the entire scene was somewhat chilling.

However, the villagers present all wore expressions of seeing nothing strange, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good thing it’s fine; take careful care of them. If the quantity has issues, we can’t bear the responsibility.”

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