The White Bone Young Master was quite pleased with himself.

To be honest, it was a bit of luck. By chance, he collected the White Bone Beauty Painting, and by chance, one of the beauties used her Lifebound Divine Techniques, discovering that among his unremarkable followers, someone had planted a Spirit Bone Body?

As a Demonic Inner Sect Disciple, one of the top in power.

Of course, he was astounded, shocked that he hadn't noticed it.

He quickly examined it and discovered it was the White Bone Cloning Skill, and the person had achieved Great Perfection in the Nine Spirit Bone Body. No wonder he hadn't been able to discover it.

It was sheer luck to have found out; otherwise, he would have never realized there was such an existence among his subordinates.

To cultivate these two Spells to Great Perfection was unbelievable.

Only someone like that would dare to leave a Spirit Bone Avatar among fellow Demon Heaven Fellow Daoists.

He had no idea, Little Knife was bold as day, and indeed was not a Heaven-Reaching Disciple, so he naturally didn't know that Heaven-Reaching Disciples would never foolishly do so among their sectmates, as they would definitely be discovered.

Of course, those with Great Perfection are exceptions.

At least, the White Bone Young Master had only heard of one achieving Great Perfection, never two.

After all, achieving Perfection requires great fortune and luck.

One Great Perfection is already extremely rare, but two? And cooperative ones at that?

So he believed this fellow disciple's confidence was because of Great Perfection.

Such a person would likely boldly descend into this body.

To probe for information.

He knew nothing about this mysterious Demon Heaven Path.

He understood well that if things went wrong, all his achievements might be handed over to the opponent.

Just now, if he dared descend upon this clone.

Ha-ha!

No matter the means at your disposal, they would be useless.

A calculated heart knows no calculation from the heart of others.

Finally, he trapped this most dangerous opponent in history.

Little Knife now was inside the Magical Treasure, the White Bone Beauty Painting.

Surrounded by the babble of the opponent, the beauties had already encircled him.

In the Beauty Painting, apart from anything else, these beauties were Immortal and could continuously use various Lifebound Divine Techniques.

Each one was a Peak Nascent Soul.

The White Bone Young Master dared to say that unless a Transformation Cultivator appeared or external assistance was used, no Nascent Soul could defeat them.

Of course, regarding this mysterious opponent, who had been hiding in the shadows intending to be a fisherman, he still wasn't confident of winning.

That was the opponent's true form; now, whether it was arrogance or confidence didn't matter.

Coming into this body of mere Foundation Establishment Peak, even having been tempered by his own means.

The outcome was now without suspense.

It was as if he had pulled out a dagger that could stab into his heart at any moment.

So now, the White Bone Young Master was very confident, looking at Little Knife without taking action.

A Heaven-Reaching Disciple knows the trends are paramount.

In such an absolute disadvantageous situation, surrendering to become his follower was the best choice.

So the White Bone Young Master's goal was clear, and the other side thought so too.

Little Knife was not expecting this.

But he was also shocked; indeed, the connection with the other Spirit Bone Bodies was much weaker, and it was already impossible to abandon this body and resurrect from the other Spirit Bone Avatars.

Only Great Perfection can be so unimpeded.

Unfortunately, overconfidence led to defeat in this regard.

Become my follower, with your skills I wouldn't let you down.

The White Bone Young Master spoke in a negotiative tone.

Politeness was a form of respect, of course, eventually, a Demon Heaven Oath must be sworn, unable to betray before becoming an Immortal, and that was sufficient.

"Follow?"

Little Knife naturally wouldn't agree.

In the Four Celestial Great World, even if he was just a Spirit Bone Game Body, he dared not swear lightly.

Now, he was in a bit of trouble.

Under the authority of the Master of the World, he now confirmed he was trapped inside the Magical Treasure, the White Bone Beauty Painting.

All around, each beauty had her distinct charm, coupled with unique auras representing their respective Divine Techniques.

No doubt, the White Bone Young Master's Magical Treasure was quite admirable.

Now, he was trapped, and even Spirit Bone Rebirth was out of reach.

He was in fact using Great Perfection of the White Bone Cloning Skill.

Though he was a Spirit Bone Body, now Little Knife could faintly sense the other clones.

But trying to escape was still impossible.

He had become trapped like a turtle in a jar.

Meanwhile, he sized up the White Bone Young Master. Though he appeared young, the aura of decay he emitted suggested his lifespan was running out.

No wonder he was taking risks, hoping to obtain the Earth Vein Extreme Point, because he had no other choice.

Failing to break through would mean death.

Seeing Little Knife not speaking, the White Bone Young Master wasn't in a hurry.

At this stage, forcing him to his death was pointless.

...

Meanwhile, in the Blood Heaven Mini World, three giant blood-colored bats continuously emitted terrifying vibrations.

Everything in the shape of the character "品" was shattered, with even the void seeming to fracture.

The sole illusory Little Knife Peak was twisting like waves, gradually dimming.

Getting to this point, a little more persistence, and Little Knife Peak would be forced out of this world.

But above the heads of the three blood-colored bats, an invisible force loomed.

Growing ever heavier.

This was the suppression of World Power.

It should have descended long ago, but it delayed, becoming increasingly heavy.

The method was like a warning again and again.

It had reached this point.

Once it descended, it would be earth-shattering.

After all, this was the power of a world.

Now it seemed.

If the concentrated World Power suppression descended first, these three blood-colored bats, even if not dead, would be in grave danger.

Or else, the suppression of World Power would fall, and Little Knife Peak would be ejected from this time before it concluded.

Watching the World Power that seemed ready to fall at any time,

Little Knife dared not take chances.

Nor did he dare to further push Little Knife Peak.

Should excessive force erupt, the world's repulsion would immediately descend, not linger above warning-like in condensation.

As Little Knife Peak grew dimmer.

Suddenly, a flicker in Personal Space revealed a number of cultivators.

From the Four Celestial Great World, Nascent Soul Cultivators of Wu Feng Domain emerged.

Upon entering Personal Space, they were cleansed, as if reborn.

Though time was scant,

once released, each knew their mission.

Rushing to the various nodes of Little Knife Peak.

This Little Knife Peak was a vast Giant Spiritual Artifact and an Array.

There was an Array Hub, also nodes.

These Nascent Soul Cultivators sat cross-legged at each Array Hub once they landed.

Their own Spiritual Qi merged with the Array Hub.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator's strength was immense, yet in battles of this tier, they had little role beyond their Nascent Soul Qi replenishing Little Knife Peak.

As such, the illusory Little Knife Peak gradually stabilized.

The effect was very promising.

Little Knife was satisfied.

If failure ensued, the shattering of this projection of Little Knife Peak wouldn't harm the main body significantly.

Yet these Nascent Soul cultivators woven into the projection's Array Hub would likely deplete their Nascent Soul Qi, with predictable tragic results.

Even should they not lose, every breath of pure Spiritual Qi expelled from their Nascent Soul consumed a decade of arduous cultivation.

So, as time passed,

these cultivators turned pale, with cold sweat gracing their foreheads.

Yet now, they couldn't extricate themselves.

At this tier, they sensed that failing meant death and cessation, compelled to persevere.

As for whether there were regrets, Little Knife didn't bother.

Bringing them was to use them, as long as they proved useful.

If successful, they wouldn't be short of rewards.

As for failure, ha-ha!

But Little Knife wasn't foolishly idle, carefully observing this world, using the Master of the World's Domain to collect various invasive information.

Much of the Blood Mist was absorbed into his Personal Space.

And he analyzed it further.

It was a special type of energy, harmful and corrosive to those outside the Blood Race, yet augmentative for the Blood Race, especially with astonishing healing effects.

As long as they didn't die, they could recover swiftly.

He even analyzed the Blood Race's corpses.

This was akin to a bloodline power, more domineering than other bloodlines.

Simple bloodsucking for energy could purify and rapidly Enhance Power.

With his current knowledge, he could only judge that there should be side effects but couldn't determine what those side effects were.

Little Knife gathered various information.

In his hand, the Dragon Skin Talisman shattered, transforming into a streak of radiant light shooting away.

This was a Peak Nascent Soul Spirit Talisman, yet it shot outside Little Knife Peak's protective boundary.