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Of course, it is currently only in its rudimentary form. In the future, after being refined by melting immortal gold and divine ore and tempering the laws and Dao patterns, it will completely transform into the Cosmic Xuanhuang Bell, which governs all the heavens and spacetime.

Zheng Zha stared in astonishment, utterly amazed: "Even in its rudimentary form, it possesses such heaven-reaching divine power. If it were to fully mature and reach perfection, wouldn't it be able to seal off an entire world on its own?"

"That's right." Wang Qi nodded slightly.

"Just now, I used my divine soul to enter the bell's body, used the ultimate divine power of the universe to lock time, and used the ultimate divine power of the universe to seal space. It was a combination of offense and defense, and it was almost unbeatable among those of the same level."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory image of the Xuanhuang Bell flashed and quietly disappeared into his dantian, where it lay dormant and nurtured.

The next instant, a clear, sharp sound of a blade suddenly shattered the surrounding silence, followed by a clanging sound as the Moon Wound scimitar was drawn from its sheath, its cold light chilling and awe-inspiring.

Wang Qi gripped the cold hilt of the knife tightly, the blade pointing diagonally to the ground. With a light step, he suddenly darted forward.

A myriad of intricate sword shadows instantly spread across the sky, unleashing all the divine sword techniques, with over 30,000 moves intertwined and interwoven, creating a blend of illusion and reality, speed and slowness.

The sharp blade energy tore through the howling sea wind, and the sand and stones on the ground were crushed into fine dust by the cutting force.

The hidden demonic sword intent was restrained and contained, neither wild nor violent, leaving only an extremely refined, precise, and deadly killing intent.

With graceful and agile movements, he moved freely in and out of the way, and his moves flowed smoothly and naturally, fully demonstrating the martial arts essence of the Divine Blade Slash: "Intrigue leads to change, and every step is deadly."

After a few breaths, he sheathed his sword in one smooth motion, showing no sign of fatigue.

On the flat sand, countless deep and shallow knife marks crisscrossed, each line containing the laws of heaven and earth, leaving behind a faint aftertaste of Taoist power that lingered for a long time.

"The Divine Blade Slash requires mastering ten thousand complex moves, using countless variations to defeat the enemy, and using intricate techniques to overcome all shackles of magic."

Wang Qi slowly began to explain the true meaning of martial arts.

"Once all techniques are mastered and perfected, one can simplify the complex and unify all moves into one, condensing the ultimate killing strike—'Divine Blade Slash'."

Zhan Lan was deeply shaken and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart: "The ancient bell locks in time and space, the divine blade hides a deadly weapon, and one can cultivate both offense and defense, and advance both the soul and the body."

"There's no need to belittle yourself." Wang Qi's gaze swept calmly over the crowd.

"Each of you has your own unique path of spiritual practice."

Zheng Zha deeply cultivates the evolution of the vampire bloodline, and everyone relies on the gene lock to break through and transform. As long as they make up for their own shortcomings,

With steady and diligent practice, one can still stand firm in the cruel cycle of reincarnation. My display of power today is not intended as a boast.

This is simply to make you face reality—the cycle of the Supreme God is never peaceful.

"The current rest is just a brief respite before the storm arrives."

His tone grew increasingly serious: "The next horror movie world will only be more dangerous. I can protect you for a while, but not forever."

Only with sufficient personal cultivation can one have the confidence to travel through countless worlds.

Zheng Zha clenched his fists tightly, his determination growing ever stronger in his eyes:

"I understand! From now on, I will diligently cultivate my vampire bloodline, suppress my bloodlust and ferocity, and completely control my own power, so as not to be a burden to the team in the slightest."

The others also restrained their impetuousness, their expressions solemn, and nodded emphatically, keeping this admonition firmly in mind.

Seeing that everyone's mindset had completely calmed down and become clear-headed, Wang Qi nodded slightly:

"For the remaining three days, I will provide you with individual guidance at fixed times each day, correcting the flaws in your techniques, refining your weaknesses in actual combat, and making up for the fatal flaws in brute force combat."

After saying that, he turned and looked at the vast and boundless sea. The salty sea breeze swept across his clothes, making his white robes billow.

Everyone engraved what they had seen, learned, heard, and been warned about into their hearts. The oppressive and tense atmosphere of the training ground gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep-seated clarity and vigilance.

Zheng Zha ran his fingers along the cold, hard alloy surface of the armor, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The Red Queen's full armor, coupled with the power of blood energy and the enhancement of gene lock, made her seem incredibly strong. However, in the face of a true master cultivator, she was still insignificant, fragile, and not worth mentioning.

Zhan Lan spoke softly, her voice filled with longing: "Will we... also have the opportunity to touch and control such a top-tier power as spacetime in the future?"

Wang Qi glanced back, his expression calm and composed: "Of course."

"There are countless paths to the heavens, all leading to the same destination. Gene lock, bloodline mutation, martial arts body tempering, soul cultivation, magical abilities, and innate supernatural powers—every path leads to the heavens."

"Pure physical strength has its limits. Martial arts cultivation and health preservation are the foundation, while spiritual cultivation and mental focus are the two complementing each other and progressing in tandem, in order to reach higher realms of cultivation."

Li Xiaoyi looked uneasy: "With our mediocre talent, will it be difficult for us to make progress if we cultivate both martial arts and spiritual cultivation at the same time?"

"Cultivation is inherently going against the will of Heaven. There are never any shortcuts in the cycle of life and death." Wang Qi smiled faintly, his tone calm yet utterly genuine.

Zhang Jie suddenly realized what was happening and sighed deeply:

"In the past, we relied solely on gene locks and the enhancement of the main god, but now we realize that this path is too simplistic and one-sided."

"The ability to reflect is progress."

"With an incomplete foundation, even if one's combat power surges in the short term, it will not last long."

The group slowly packed up their weapons, brushed the dust off their armor, and walked away from the training ground side by side.

During the final three days of rest, no one suggested any more competition or rivalry; instead, everyone focused on intensive training and self-cultivation.

Wang Qi's guidance was concise, practical, and to the point. He did not talk about empty and mysterious theories of the Great Dao, but only taught the secrets of physical power generation and the methods of coordinated movement of muscles and bones.

Strengthening core foundations such as blood circulation and breathing rhythm precisely addresses the fatal weakness of people who only rely on brute force.

In just three days of refinement, the entire team has visibly transformed and improved.

Zheng Zha's blood energy flowed more smoothly and evenly, and the armor's weight was distributed more reasonably to reduce the force, resulting in a significant leap in its continuous combat endurance.

Zhang Jie's swordsmanship is concise and restrained, with control over its movements, and his killing techniques are becoming increasingly precise and deadly.

Zhan Lan's mental strength and the intelligence of the battle armor are deeply integrated and compatible, making battlefield early warning, remote control and team assistance more and more tacit and efficient;

Li Xiaoyi has also fully adapted to the heavy armor combat mode, and his offensive and defensive transitions are smooth and natural, without any clumsiness or sluggishness.

Zhang Jie gripped his Adamantium sword tightly, calmly analyzing the situation:

"With this batch of customized armor and standard weapons, plus the strengthening of our foundation, our strength is now completely different from what it used to be."

"In the next mission cycle, the team's overall survivability will at least double."

"Simply protecting oneself is far from enough."

Wang Qi slowly turned around, his gaze deep and solemn:

"The difficulty of the main god's mission will only increase layer by layer, and the horror and eeriness of the world of horror movies will far exceed your imagination."

Armor and weapons are ultimately external constructs; only by cultivating a steadfast mind, solidifying one's foundation, and refining one's self-cultivation can one truly establish oneself in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

"Remember these eighty-plus days of reflection and arduous practice."

……

The 90-day rest period is coming to an end.

Wang Qi looked back at the secluded cliff, his mind calm.

The Xuanhuang Bell has taken initial shape, the spacetime supernatural power has been mastered, the Divine Blade Slash has been thoroughly understood, and the Moon Wound has been concealed. His own combat power has undergone a leapfrog increase.

But he knew in his heart that this was far from enough.

The bell body has been perfected, the supernatural powers of time and space have been explored in depth, all moves have been unified, and the soul has undergone a transformation... The road ahead is long and the cultivation is endless.

The island's tranquility is but a brief respite; once the light curtain descends, it will be time to once again step into the cycle of slaughter.

Holding the Xuanhuang Bell in his hand and the precious sword Yuezhishang at his waist, Wang Qi calmly faced all storms.