Qin Huai's mind was flooded with countless memories flashing by. The disarray of vivid memories gave him a headache as images of vast oceans, towering mountains, lions, seas of blood, and sturdy bronze walls imprinted themselves into his mind.
After some time, he opened his eyes, realizing that collecting too much experience at once could be overwhelming. He rubbed his face in slight frustration.
The two seasoned warriors he had faced had been honing their skills here for over a century, so the depth of their abilities was impressive. The knowledge they passed on to Qin Huai was sufficient to advance his poison king technique, already at the second-level bone pattern realm, to the fifth level.
Qin Huai remained in a cross-legged position, using the blood heart technique to recover. The illusion realm fist's power was extraordinary, but it also used an incredible amount of energy — two punches had nearly cost him half his life force.
