Of course, in Qi Lin’s understanding, all of this was what the Daluo Alliance deserved.

He had the foresight to recognize a capable leader, and the best decision he ever made in his life was to hold tightly onto Zheng Yi’s strong support, never doubting it.

Now, the investment has yielded substantial returns.

It even benefited the entire Qi Family because of this.

Those Purple Mansion Cultivators may be strong, but after witnessing the terrifying battle and Zheng Yi’s invincible power, Qi Lin was more convinced of one thing: that now is never the end for Zheng Yi.

Nor is it the end for the Daluo Alliance.

As long as he held tightly onto Zheng Yi’s support, just as when one person achieves enlightenment, those around ascend to heaven.

Qi Lin’s own aptitude was ordinary, and since taking command of the Daluo Alliance, he had become lax in his own cultivation.

But these recent experiences rekindled his desire for cultivation.

"No, I must also strive to reach the Foundation Establishment level, otherwise, if I fall behind, I will always be behind. How can I keep up with the development of the entire alliance in the future?!"

Suddenly, a strong thought rose in Qi Lin’s mind.

Now that the Allied Forces of the Three Sects attacking the mountain had temporarily come to an end.

Zheng Yi had stormed the heavens, leaving no one daring to oppose him.

The Daluo Alliance also rose to prominence, becoming the undisputed new Purple Mansion overlord in the Realm of Chaos.

Entertaining the various sects’ powers became a daily routine, but when Qi Lin met with the representatives those sects sent, all were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, while he was merely at the peak of Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer.

Though the other parties did not belittle him due to the Daluo Alliance’s deterrent power, Qi Lin still felt a sense of inferiority in conversations, not sharing the same level.

Most of Qi Lin’s daily efforts before were spent managing alliance affairs, and even with excellent resource supply, his power increased slowly.

Now, stimulated greatly, he immediately realized the importance of strength and realm.

Silently determined, he decided to swiftly enhance his cultivation.

First, set a small goal: to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment level.

...

Amidst the bustling scene at the Daluo Alliance’s mountain gate.

Zheng Yi, however, returned to the Doomsday World.

In the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, in Tai Mountain City.

Zheng Yi secluded himself for cultivation, rejuvenating his Magical Power and Divine Soul Origin. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Nether River Daoist returned to the Asura City, merging into the Blood Lake to begin a new cycle of gestation.

Before leaving the Doomsday World, Zheng Yi had already instructed the high ranks of the Soul Hall to increase the intensity of zombie hunts, extracting endless zombie blood and sending it all to the Blood Lake.

After the last absorption, the Mysterious Power of the Blood Spring surged quickly, and the almost dried-up Blood Lake surface rose again, becoming even more crimson, truly like the blood of some mysterious demon.

The Blood Lake’s surface expanded outward another two or three meters compared to last time, nearly engulfing the Asura Divine Temple into the lake.

The Asura Divine Temple, situated at the center of the Blood Lake, formed an island at the lake’s heart, floating quietly on its surface.

In the lake, three hundred Asura Race also transformed into large blood eggs, curled up like infants in a womb, greedily consuming the blood.

After successive battles, their dark and broken bodies gradually recovered with blood supplementation, their flesh full, their skin regaining its original elasticity and glow.

These Asura Race beings are born warriors, living off ferocity and bloodline springs, growing braver the more they fight, strengthening with each battle.

From the day they were born, they went through countless battles without rest.

Previously, they were directly stripped of their origin by the Nether River Daoist, all three hundred Asura Warriors transformed into origin bloodlines, merging into the Blood River, joining the Nether River Daoist’s body.

Subsequently, during the battle with the Purple Mansion Great Perfection Cultivator, Master Baoxu, they were shattered to pieces; not only did the Nether River Daoist suffer, but each of the three hundred Asuras also suffered origin damage.

However, being born from the Blood River, even when broken, they merely returned to the Blood River mother body.

Immersed in the Blood River, they gradually returned to their origins, transformed into large blood eggs.

Their Blood Power origin was gradually repaired under the supplement of Blood Lake’s blood.

Moreover, due to the previous intense battle, more body potential was unleashed, and their power gradually increased.

Growing stronger through battle is the essence of the Asura Race.

At the very bottom of the Blood Lake, the Nether River Daoist coiled there, red light circles emerging from his body, below him a massive Blood Lotus silently blossomed at the lake bottom.

The Nether River Daoist sat calmly atop the enormous Blood Lotus as layers of lotus petals refined the absorbed blood, pure Essence Blood flowing through the branches and leaves into the Nether River Daoist’s body.

His previously shattered-body-like porcelain was well-restored through the Essence Blood nourishment, and his lost origin was replenished.

Boom!

The Blood Lake trembled, the water surface rapidly descended, and the Nether River Daoist’s body was like an open black hole, drawing in endless lake water from all directions, devouring it into his body.

Behind the Nether River Daoist, a broader Blood River surged upwards, like a blood-colored star river spanning the void, its bright and splendid blood light illuminating the entire night.

...

Meanwhile, high above in the Incense Fire Dharma Realm, a gigantic White Bone Palanquin stood in the void, nourished by endless Yin Qi and the Power of Belief.

Inside the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin came the ’creaking’ gnashing sounds, accompanied by the painful wailing of countless Cultivators’ Divine Souls, large numbers of Divine Souls were devoured by the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin.