Clarke woke up and immediately felt a maddening reaction in his body. He spat out a lot of blood.

Clarke's body was trembling terrifyingly. He didn't know the reason.

Soon, Mao Hua screamed at him:

•"Be careful! It's a spiritual backlash due to your numerous injuries in the dream world!"

Clarke was terrified. He was in severe pain.

Crimson blood flowed from Clarke. The physical pain was horrifying.

The least Clarke could describe the pain was like being pierced by a thousand swords.

He crawled to get out of the isolated room. Such a pitiful end was not something Clarke favored.

His soul was disintegrating due to the numerous experiences he had undergone in the dream world.

With difficulty, Clarke approached and exited the isolated room.

And lost consciousness!!!

• "Boy! Wake up!!! Clarke, wake up, you fool!!!"

Mao Hua was screaming harshly in Clarke's head.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

He was lying on a comfortable bed in a huge room full of furniture.

Tai Fei was also present, who asked in surprise:

•"What happened to you, boy???"

Clarke replied:

•"I overdid the training, and my soul was terribly injured."

Tai Fei replied:

•"I know your soul is severely damaged, for after all, I am a Venerable in the Path of Soul."

•"But what kind of training could injure your soul like this? Boy, don't think I'm a fool!"

•"For it's impossible to harm your soul except in two cases: either your soul suffers a direct injury, or you engage in battles of will..."

•"...or the last possibility: you reached the dream world!!!"

Clarke knew that this devil couldn't be hidden from. After all, Clarke didn't like being a big mouth and telling him everything.

Also, Tai Fei was hiding many things.

Clarke replied with a sigh:

•"I was refining my own path normally and training."

•"At that moment, I was trying to coordinate my attacks with my Heavenly Fists."

•"At that moment, the Heaven-Stealing Fists struck me!"

•"I didn't know exactly what those fists did, but they transported me to another world."

•"I lived through strange experiences I didn't know were in my memories, and I repeated it over and over..."

•"...until I managed to escape."

Clarke had indeed silenced Tai Fei; it was true he had hidden many things, but Tai Fei didn't know about Mao Hua.

Mao Hua said:

•"This person is dangerous! Be careful!!!"

Clarke paid her no attention, instead speaking to Tai Fei and asking:

•"My soul, have you healed it???"

Tai Fei replied:

•"No, for this is your task. What I mean is that I will give you the method, and you must refine it."

• "What exactly do you mean by 'refine it'?"

Tai Fei replied:

•"It is the defensive-type extreme technique: 'The Countless Self'."

•"With this technique, you can repair and protect your soul as well."

•"For I have treated the spiritual collapse that afflicted you using the souls I possess, but this method is dangerous."

•"For the resentment of the souls will attack you and destroy your soul, or worse: drive you insane."

Clarke shouted at him angrily:

•"You are reckless! Do you intend to kill me? Why use such a method without my knowledge?"

Tai Fei's killing intent was truly terrifying. He stared at Clarke in a terrifying and confusing manner.

Tai Fei replied:

•"Clarke, you pauper! Have you forgotten who I am? For after all, I am the Great Demon Venerable The Spectral Tyrant!"

•"I speak to you politely, but you address me with vulgar language! Have you forgotten that killing you is like crushing an insect to me?!"

Clarke was not terrified; instead, he adopted a calm stance.

And nodded to Tai Fei respectfully.

Tai Fei spoke:

•"Well, the resources for refining such a technique are expensive, so I will help you."

•"For once you refine it, you will deal with the souls' resentment and it will become part of your soul."

Clarke nodded in agreement. He obtained the resources from Tai Fei without saying a word.

Clarke returned to the isolated room.

He sat down, preparing for refinement.

Mao Hua said to Clarke in a cautious tone:

•"You must be careful of him! For in the end, you are dealing with the Spectral Venerable. You don't know the extent of this person's terror."

Clarke replied:

•"Of course I know he is terrifying, but what do you mean by 'extent'?"

Mao Hua replied:

•"The Great Demon Venerable The Spectral Tyrant King, when he declared his wrath upon humanity, had one simple rule for resolving matters:"

•"It was: If you want to kill!!"

•"You are despicable → Kill!!!"

•"He is arrogant → Kill!!!"

•"Why are you acting like this? → Kill!"

•"You are ugly → Kill!!!"

•"You scoundrel!!! → Kill!"

•"You don't retreat → Kill!!!!"

•"Whether someone dared to say such things to him or not, he would imagine their actions in his mind and based on that, kill them!"

•"He caused a horrifying number of deaths!"

•"And he disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and when we learned he was alive, it was when he met you!!!"

Clarke was shocked! He was being watched in every step he took.

Clarke took out the materials he had obtained:

• The Spectral King's blood!!!

•The Cold Dungeon Demon's Soul Plant

•A human heart

•And finally: Remnants of a resentful soul

Clarke ignited a spiritual flame.

And began the refinement.

Unlike the Cicada, which only needed its body formed, Clarke needed to form the entire extreme technique.

And did he even have a choice? In the end, he had to refine it or he would suffer.

Clarke began shaping it with extreme difficulty.

Hours passed, and Clarke suffered internally due to the polluted souls inside him.

He failed many times in the refinement, trying over and over again.

For in the end, he didn't have many refinement materials.

Until he stopped at one attempt... It was the last one.

Dark circles appeared under his eyes.

On the brink of destruction.

Mao Hua said:

•"It's bad that you've reached the final stages, but I have found the effective method for you to refine this extreme technique."

•"But are you ready to hear this?"

•"The success rate is high, but if you fail, your body might explode!!!"

Clarke replied:

•"Tell me, woman."

Nothing mattered anymore. For at least exploding was better than going insane and being killed by Tai Fei in an easier way.

Mao Hua continued:

•"Well, since you want to know, it's a demonic method from the Path of Blood called 'River of Blood'."

•"You must wound your body with numerous cuts and let the blood flow madly."

•"After that, instead of refining in the fire, you will refine it with your blood!"

•"You will learn the technique before starting the refinement."

•"But the final step that I said might kill you..."

•"...is swallowing the extreme entity that might form into a vortex or another small thing."

•"But eternal extreme techniques have a powerful effect on Heaven and Earth! They are part of Heaven and Earth."

•"If they rarely appear in the external world, they will cause catastrophes on Earth."

•"Meaning you must subdue it inside your body before it even completes, and impose your will!!!"

Clarke laughed and said:

•"Of course, I dare!"

Hours passed and Clarke was still training. His tolerance for pain was immense. It was like an artistic painting adorned with blood. This refinement art deserved to be described as a merciless demonic refinement art.

Mao Hua:

•"Clarke, this is your only chance! Either succeed or fail."

Clarke believed this was his only chance.

But after all, he didn't care about the magnitude of the risks that would befall him.

For either he would succeed and gain great rewards, or truly die. A difficult gamble, but his face was cold. He commenced the refinement stages.

Despite the numerous wounds on Clarke's body that were healing due to cultivators' healing abilities being higher than mortals, this blood loss was very terrifying and dangerous! After all, his body closed the wounds but didn't regenerate his blood in seconds.

He began wounding himself. That was the first step.

From several places, blood flowed from the numerous wounds, as if they were water taps.

After that, the blood rose.

The refinement materials emerged and the Spectral Venerable's blood mixed with Clarke's blood.

Clarke succeeded in enduring the first difficult process.

After that, he transferred hot Qi Yuan to the blood, causing the materials to melt and gradually take shape.

Everything approached the end.

Mao Hua screamed in Clarke's head:

•"Now, Clarke! It's perfect! Swallow it and complete the final stage!"

It appeared in a bloody form. It resembled a small bee.

But it wasn't ripe yet! He still had to swallow it for it to complete entirely, and for him to withstand the effect of its power in his body.

Clarke swallowed it without the slightest fear! He stood majestically, covered in blood that dyed his hair. The entire sealed room was stained!

Clarke began pumping Qi into his body.

He had no comprehension in the Path of Soul, but he was trying to maintain his body's strength so it wouldn't explode.

It reacted terrifyingly! He felt his internal organs being crushed, but he endured it! It wasn't the worst injury he had experienced after all.

He resisted with difficulty.

He felt everything was nearing completion. A terrifying black light emerged from Clarke's mouth.

Now his soul was being purified of impurities!

The process was horrifically painful for Clarke.

For the souls implanted in him were being subdued to Clarke's will by destroying their own will! For when a human dies, their will remains in their soul. Meaning Tai Fei had implanted resentful wills into Clarke's body, and they were being devoured gradually without any mercy!

The terrifying light from Clarke subsided. He had succeeded in the refinement!

And everything was complete.

To be continued...

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