Thousands of yards away from where the city is located, a dark shadow floated in mid-air plainly showcasing that he wasn't worried about anything in the vicinity.
Soon, the dark shadow form began rapidly transforming and in just the span of a second an old man with a face full of wrinkles and a long white beard got revealed.
This old man which is obviously Abaddon was somehow surprised that no one came after him, but he instantly shook those distracting thoughts and concentrated on his current situation.
Phew!
Abaddon heaved a sigh of relief after he took a deep breath and flew down to the ground, " Guess they were righteous cultivators at the end of the day, that will at least save me two trump cards for future events similar to this one."
Since he didn't know what was wrong with his bad luck during this time, he somehow deduced that such situations will again occur with him and could possibly be worse than this one, hence the double temporary cultivation realm trump card could be saved for later.
As he thought about that, the duration of the godly realm cultivation ended and Abaddon went back to being an old man again.
Drip! Drip!
He began walking randomly not knowing where he was even heading or in which place he was with not a single tree or even road a few kilometers around him.
Blood streamed out of his mouth and nose dropping to the ground with each step he took turning the white peddles and stones to red, his face turning pale by the second and he soon felt dizzy.
' I can't go on any longer! ' His thoughts were simple since he knew that using that technique for a long period of time would cause severe internal injuries on his organs, especially with this old body of his, hence he already anticipated such a thing occurring to him.
Without any other choice in this barren land that was thousands of yards away from a city Abaddon sat cross-legged on the bloody ground as he needed to open his meridians and start cultivating to heal his injuries or death won't be that long to visit him.
With a mortal body that of an old man, it was extremely risky to eat any pills cause of potential backfire that would cause his heart to burst from the intensity of the spiritual energy, and he was obviously unable to use spirit stones.
Thus, and taking the ordinary route that countless people started their journey with, he started by taking a deep breath to feel the air a little better.
With each breath he took, he felt the air he was sucking getting heavier. He closed his eyes and fully concentrated his senses on everything behind him while constantly taking deep breaths without any breaks in between.
" As expected, Heaven-ranked cultivation techniques are really something exceptional."
Abaddon lightly laughed after he began feeling the spiritual energy around him in a matter of minutes, while all of this was already expected by him.
Heaven-ranked cultivation techniques are not something to be trifled with and could take people to the emperor's realm without a question unless of course, their talent was so bad that they wouldn't be able to control the pressure of the spiritual energy at some point.
Moreover, despite his mortal old body and inability to sense anything in the air he could already make use of the heaven-ranked cultivation technique Demonic Breath without any issues.
Matter of fact, any mortal could make use of it and instantly get to the first layer of the foundation establishment realm but unfortunately for them, only a handful of people layer their hands on this horrifying technique.
Calling it horrifying isn't a bit exaggerated cause even though everything seemed smooth and he was already about to step into the first realm of cultivation and officially become allowed to cultivate, that's only the first step ever in the long journey of cultivation.
Except for that point, his technique was kind of unique even in his realm, after all, it was a demonic cultivation technique and it surely wouldn't take whoever utilise it to the top at a quick pace without any consequences.
However, Abaddon didn't put much thought into what was waiting for him in the future and only focused on his current crisis.
Outside in the open barren land, Abaddon let out another light laugh and breathed out.
The space in front of him instantly reacted to his movements and let out waves of faint currents of wind that were accompanied by weird sounds.
The current of wind in front of him began fiercely expanding and in just a matter of seconds, it already got gigantic in size.
His clothes fluttered in the wind, but Abaddon didn't open his eyes nor have any reaction about what was happening and got ready to start his first time of cultivation in this world.
He took a deep breath that was way longer than the first one.
Woosh!
The currents of winds dancing in front of him suddenly got sucked inside of his mouth. At this moment, Abaddon was more like a deep abyss that could suck air forever than a human being.
But that's mistaking what's happening here if anyone thoughts of that, since what he was sucking fiercely right now wasn't in reality air but actually spiritual energy and that's why he could support doing such a thing.
After all, everything he was sucking was currently invading every inch of his old body with unbelievable speed and power.
His blood vessels, organs, and even skeleton were filled with a feeling of preciousness as if they have undergone a round of refining each time another wave of spiritual energy got sucked inside of him.
A faint wisp of the essence of his cultivation technique as well as a terrifying demonic aura resided in his heart and bones.
Since he just stepped into the first layer of the foundation establishment realm, all of Abaddon's muscles and organs were greatly superior to mortals without any cultivation.
Even his physical form had become much stronger than before that he even felt his old stiff body feel slightly better.
Unfortunately, his body problem will only get resolved in the Qi condensation realm hence he had a long way to go for now if he wanted to abolish all his current troubles.
"Heaven-ranked cultivation technique: Demonic Breath! As expected of my demonic technique, I could already feel my blood boiling seeking blood and fights."
An evil grin adorned his face as he felt the demonic aura already taking root inside of him.
But of course, based on the nature of this cultivation technique, this will likely end up dragging him into the path of demonic cultivators once again.
Which then again, Abaddon was already the same and would never change and didn't care if he had to undergo the same hellish and cruel experience he went through before he reached the emperor realm.
After all, If he really wanted a boring cultivation technique that had no dangers in its usage he would have chosen one of the righteous cultivators once, but he wasn't someone who would waste years to break through to the next realm thus he chose his demonic technique once again.