After having a few drinks with Frank Pina, Yanga headed home. His mind was full, and he needed some time to think things through, but one thing was certain that he was destined for the World's End.
From Frank's description, it sounded like the perfect place for Yanga a place full of battles and abundant resources.
It would be the ideal spot for him to take his first steps in this world. The World's End was where young geniuses, the ambitious, and even the old gathered.
With so many people in one place, it was bound to be rich in resources.
Yanga made his way to the cultivation chamber, a space built specifically for cultivation.
Typically at the center of a spirit-gathering formation, the villa's chamber was especially remarkable, with spiritual energy nearly ten times denser than outside, making it perfect for practice.
He had already taken care of tasks like preparing gear and weapons damaged in the previous battles, but more importantly, he had planned his next steps.
Yanga had just advanced to the spirit-gathering stage, but since making the breakthrough, he hadn't found the time to cultivate.
Now was the perfect chance. Even after splurging on various purchases, he still had over 100,000 spirit stones. Combined with the liquid spirit Qi from the seedling world, it should be enough for him to go into seclusion and push his cultivation level up as quickly and as far as possible.
Yanga sat down in the cultivation chamber, lit some incense, and let its smoke curl through the air.
As it drifted around the room, it eased Yanga's mind, making him forget all his worries. With his thoughts clear, Yanga entered a cultivation state, and the Boundless World Art began to operate, absorbing the surrounding spirit qi at an incredible rate.
While the Boundless Saint physique had many flaws, it also had some advantages thanks to his remarkably large spiritual ocean and meridians, Yanga could draw in more spiritual qi than anyone else.
Yanga was absorbing large amounts of spirit Qi but it just wasn't enough for him. He needed to push further. The concentration of spirit Qi in the cultivation chamber couldn't sustain long periods of cultivation, and it still took time to build up.
As time passed, Yanga noticed he was absorbing more spiritual Qi in the room than the spirit-gathering formation was gathering.
Feeling the dwindling spirit Qi for his cultivation, he casually waved his hand and pulled out all the remaining spirit stones from his storage ring.
Yanga quickly took out three drops of liquid spirit Qi and swallowed them without hesitation. The cool essence spread through him as the liquid spirit qi surged within, flooding his body with an overwhelming wave of spirit Qi.
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In the Infinite Basin, a group of young people was battling a horde of spiritual beasts, but something about the scene felt off.
On closer inspection, it became clear that the beasts were all of different species. Normally, spiritual beasts are fiercely territorial and rarely cooperate, yet here they were, united against a group of sect disciples.
Dressed in blue-and-white robes, the disciples fought as they retreated. Leading them was the strongest among them, the senior Brother, shouting as they fled.
"Run, run faster! Don't let them surround you. We need to get out of here," urged the senior Brother as he kept fighting. Being the strongest in the group, he carried the heaviest burden.
The senior Brother fought with all his might to protect his junior brothers and sisters, but no matter how hard we tried or how fiercely we resisted, there were just too many of them. It wouldn't be long before the group was overwhelmed and killed.
Grinding his teeth, the senior Brother pulled out a beautiful talisman. The instant it appeared, it activated, releasing an oppressive pressure that swept through the area, fixing on the gathered spirit beasts.
Then, with a resounding bang, lightning burst from the talisman, striking a few of the beasts and killing them instantly.
"Run!" he bellowed, his voice booming. The others vanished in an instant. The talisman's lightning not only took down a couple of spirit beasts with deadly precision but also created the perfect distraction.
When the remaining beast faltered after witnessing the strike, it gave the disciples their chance to escape. And escape they did, with the senior Brother taking the rear to cover his juniors' escape.
And so began this strange battle, with them running from the spirit beast as they relentlessly chased, occasionally stopping to fight before fleeing again.
The beast was always on their heels, waiting for a chance to strike one down, but it wasn't easy these were well-trained sect disciples. Each carried numerous trump cards and layers of protection.
Unlike ordinary loose cultivators, who would have perished in such a situation, they were more than prepared to survive.
All sect disciples are well-trained, and there are specific conditions they must meet before leaving the sect.
The most important is that they must establish their foundation before they can leave. All the sect disciples are at the Foundation Establishment stage, with the senior Brother at its peak. Using their strength, they ventured deeper into the Infinite Basin, aiming to hunt the more powerful spirit beasts.
As they kept running, they stumbled into a crowd of cultivators. This time, it wasn't just sect disciples on the move they had joined up with larger groups that included not only more sect disciples but also bands of loose cultivators.
Usually, loose cultivators and sect disciples don't see eye to eye. This is mostly because sect disciples are often proud, overly self-assured, and tend to look down on loose cultivators.
But in this moment, both sides set aside their usual disdain and joined forces to face the situation together.
As they approached the edge of the Infinite Basin, they realized they weren't alone. The group of cultivators kept growing, matched by a swelling horde of spirit beasts.
As they ran, some inevitably fell, but the rest pressed on until they escaped the vast Infinite Basin.
The village, always vigilant, maintained guard posts along the Basin's perimeter, reinforced by large formations to alert them if any spirit beasts broke free.
As soon as a massive wave of beasts poured out, chasing the cultivators. The guards of Mhlanga Village rushed to investigate, and though what they saw was alarming, their years of experience told them exactly what to do.
Joining forces with the cultivators still able to fight, the seasoned defenders swiftly eliminated the remaining spirit beasts.
...
In a private room in Mhlanga Village, a group had gathered around a large rectangular table that seated twenty.
At the head, in a raised chair, sat the village chief, surrounded by the key figures of the village. They had come together to discuss a recent event: the appearance of the spirit beast in Infinite Basin.
The chief, wearing a grim expression, glanced around the room, let out a sigh, and said, "It's confirmed the stampede is coming again. The beasts might take months to gather in large numbers, but they were already on the move. The purpose of this meeting was to decide how to respond."
After a pause, the chief continued, instructing them to send more scouts to monitor the situation in the Infinite Basin, begin fortifying the village, stock up on supplies, and make sure everyone knew what to expect in the days ahead.
Make sure all the disciples leave we can't risk trouble if they stay, because if something happens to them, we'll be held accountable. Everyone moved like clockwork, making preparations with practiced ease; it was clear this wasn't their first time.
Mhlanga Village shifted from its usual laid-back vibe to a tense, almost military atmosphere. Soon, waves of refugees began leaving Mhlanga Village after news spread that the stampede was approaching.
Some sects called their disciples back, since stampede fighting wasn't part of their training, but many chose to remain.
Those who stayed were often confident in their skills, though most were wandering cultivators eager to seize any chance to earn money and situations like this were exactly how fortunes were made.