Qin Wentian returned to his residence and began his cultivation. At this moment, his condition wasn't too good.
In his dream, Qin Wentian was situated under a starry sky. Above him, numerous runic diagrams frenziedly revolved and interweaved, forming a sky full of Astral Fist Shadows that smashed down from the heavens. However, they didn't contain any power, because this place was Qin Wentian's dream.
But inside the Astral River Hall, on the 6th level, the Astral River Hall's Astral Fist Shadows continuously ravaged his will, causing him to experience endless agony. If it wasn't for the fact that his will was extremely strong, he wouldn't have been able to endure for so long.
At this moment, Qin Wentian was using his dream to simulate the scene back then. His heart was still surging with emotions. From the 1st level to the 5th level of the Astral River Hall, he could feel that the resplendent runic diagrams had transformed into a black hole, transforming into terrifying fist shadows that pressed downwards. But when he stepped onto the 6th level, he already felt that it wasn't fist shadows, but rather, Astral Fist Shadows that smashed downwards, destroying the heavens and earth.
Every single fist shadow was like a constellation. The magnificent scene of millions of constellations smashing downwards caused people to be deeply shocked. Especially at the instant when the attacks landed on his sea of consciousness, the millions of constellations converged together. It was no longer a single constellation. He could only see the flowing light of the constellations as his entire body trembled from the impact.
"Too magnificent." Qin Wentian inclined his head and stared at the night sky in his dream, completely immersed in it.
After a long period of time, the Astral Energy in Qin Wentian's body seemed to be seething. After which, an Astral Heavenly Hammer appeared in his hands as he abruptly smashed it downwards, manifesting a set of Divine Imprints. This Divine Imprint was akin to the night sky, stacked on top of each other. The stacked layers of the night sky seemed to be slowly circulating downwards.
"If I inscribe this Divine Imprint into a Divine Weapon, there would definitely be a huge boost. Maybe, I might even be able to inscribe a 3rd-level mid-grade or even a 3rd-level high-grade Divine Weapon." Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath, feeling extremely agitated in his heart. After which, he took out a brush and paper and started inscribing, inscribing under the starry skies.
After a long time, he carved many times and finally carved the second painting in his life.
It was still a blurry silhouette wielding an ancient halberd. This strike was as heavy as a mountain, and at the instant the ancient halberd pierced out, a terrifying vortex appeared. At the tip of the halberd, there seemed to be numerous stars transforming into beautiful arcs that shot towards the vortex, giving off an illusion that it could devour everything.
"This shall be the second stance of the Great Dream Halberd Arts, the Fallen Star Stance." Qin Wentian mumbled to himself, naming this stance.
Currently, the Great Dream Halberd Art that he created already had two stances. The first stance was Mountain Splitter, and the second stance was Falling Star.
The second move would require him to condense star-like essence energy, but to him who could condense divine essence, this would not be too big of a problem.
Standing up, Qin Wentian started to practice the second stance of Fallen Star in his dreams. Being able to visualize and inscribe it was one thing, but if he wanted to use it in battle, the requirements would be much higher. It wouldn't be so easy.
Yun Xing had naturally comprehended the Astral River Hall's Starfall. It was just that it was impossible for him to condense five or six layers of the Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall into a whirlpool of Starfall. He could only condense three layers of the Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall. However, it was impossible for him to condense five or six layers of the Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall's Astral River Hall.
Qin Wentian frenziedly cultivated, yet he still felt that there wasn't enough time. After all, no matter how fast Little Rascal's speed was, it would still take a long time to reach the Chu Emperor District. This was also the reason why there weren't many people in the Emperor Star Academy. Because the distance was too far, if one didn't have a demonic beast as a mount, they would have to waste a lot of time.
In the end, Qin Wentian still wasn't able to perfect the Fallen Star Stance. He hurriedly used Yuan Meteor Stones to replenish the Astral Energy in his body, causing him to sigh. Time passed too quickly.
When the Astral Energy in his body was once again filled to the brim, Qin Wentian's will drifted into his sea of consciousness. Once again, he saw the tiny Astral-Being.
This was the stone that his old fogey father had left behind for him. Once, he had seen many inconceivable things within it, and had even obtained the Spirit Refinement Method, a heaven-defying cultivation art. Although it wasn't an innate attack technique, the value of the Spirit Refinement Method was something that Qin Wentian didn't dare to estimate. If news of it leaked out, the entire Chu Country would definitely be in an uproar.
"The final battle is about to begin, I hope I'll be lucky." Qin Wentian murmured in his heart. Feeling Sikong Mingyue's killing intent as well as his overwhelming strength, Qin Wentian felt an immense pressure bearing down on him. With his current strength, it seemed that he still wasn't strong enough to obtain the first position of the Jun Lin Banquet. Especially since he had yet to completely master the Fallen Star Stance. Hence, he hoped to try his luck with the tiny Astral-Being.
As his will drifted into the Astral-Being, Qin Wentian once again felt as though he was situated within a boundless Astral River, within which there were many astral fragments.
Qin Wentian soared through the air, the Astral Energy on the Yuan Meteor Stones in his hands transformed into terrifying streams of light, frenziedly flowing into the tiny Astral-Being. After which, Qin Wentian's will locked onto a few astral fragments. He didn't mind expending a large amount of Yuan Meteor Stones, he wanted to see if he could find a way to increase his combat prowess.
One by one, the memories from the astral fragments flowed into Qin Wentian's mind. Only after Qin Wentian consecutively lit up ten of the astral fragments did he withdraw his will. Opening his eyes, he stared at the Yuan Meteor Stones on the ground, which were no longer flowing with Astral Energy. He could only feel his heart twitching slightly.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Divine Weapon Pavilion had given him a large amount of Yuan Meteor Stones to support his cultivation, there was no way he would have been able to pay such a huge price. Yet, he had only managed to light up ten of the astral fragments.
Qin Wentian didn't have the time to feel heartache over the expenditure of Yuan Meteor Stones. He closed his eyes and started to digest the memories, hoping to find something useful.
In the first memory fragment, his heart involuntarily trembled when he saw the scene within.
He saw many experts engaged in a frenzied battle. These experts were all terrifying existences, and the current him had no way of coming into contact with them.
And the reason why Qin Wentian's heart was trembling was because he saw a certain person.
Uncle Black!
In the scene, Uncle Black's hands and feet were completely intact. His black hair draped over his shoulders, and he exuded a demonic aura. Qin Wentian almost failed to recognize him.
And beside Uncle Black, stood a middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was someone Qin Wentian had met before. He was a peak-level expert from the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of arrogance. Uncle Black stood beside him, as though he was his subordinate.
This scene was extremely brief. When Qin Wentian exited the memory fragment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were tightly clenched, as though he was in extreme pain.
Looking at the demonic aura of Uncle Black, it was hard for him to imagine that this was the 'crippled' old man in his memories. Who was it that crippled Uncle Black? What sort of battles had he experienced?
And who was that middle-aged man? Why was he present every time?
Drawing in a deep breath, Qin Wentian continued digesting the memories. Next, he saw many more scenes, and he discovered a pattern. That middle-aged man was present in every scene.
This caused a bold thought to appear in Qin Wentian's mind. Could it be that the astral fragments in the tiny Astral-Being were merely fragments of the middle-aged man's memories?
In that case, didn't that mean that his memories were completely shattered, transforming into millions and millions of fragments?
And the identity of the middle-aged man, could it be that he was his old fogey father?
As he thought of this, great waves rose in Qin Wentian's heart. According to Uncle Black, that mysterious stone was the only thing his old fogey father had left behind for him. After that, that stone transformed into the tiny Astral-Being. If it was really like what he guessed, that the tiny Astral-Being contained the memories of the middle-aged man, in that case, there was a high possibility that the middle-aged man was his biological father!
From this, one could understand why Uncle Black would always silently protect him. Because, Uncle Black was either a friend or a subordinate of his old fogey father, and there was a high possibility that they had a relationship where they were willing to die for each other. If not, Uncle Black wouldn't have taken care of Qin Wentian even after he was crippled, watching him grow up.
At this moment, Qin Wentian seemed to have forgotten his original purpose of coming here, as he was immersed in his own imagination of his past. Only one last memory image remained.
In this last memory image, there was a young man. The young man was surrounded by towering palaces, yet the stubbornness on his face seemed to be somewhat incompatible with the majestic atmosphere of the surroundings. He was sitting cross-legged, with a stubborn look in his eyes. After which, starlight revolved around his finger as he abruptly pierced it into his own body. At the same time, he chanted a spell, and there seemed to be a voice drifting into Qin Wentian's mind.
Instantly, the young man's entire body turned crimson red. Within his body, there seemed to be bloodline shackles appearing and disappearing. As his finger pierced into his body, the spell circulated, and the layers of shackles began to shatter unceasingly. The young man's figure was drowned in a blood-red glow as he screamed in agony.
Qin Wentian's heart trembled once more. After emerging from the memory image, his heart was heaving up and down violently.
So this 12 Linked Chains Needle Technique was born because of this.
Not only that, this set of needle technique should have been specially created for him.
In Zhang Xuan's memory, the young man's technique was almost identical to this set of needles. However, when paired with the young man's incantation, the bloodline shackles were completely destroyed. On the other hand, the 12 Consecutive Life Severing Needles could only temporarily undo the bloodline seal.
"Uncle Black must have been afraid that I wouldn't be able to endure it, hence he created a cushioning needle technique to prevent me from exploding after I undid the bloodline shackles."
Qin Wentian sighed in his heart. The bloodline of the young man was exactly the same as his own. It seems like his guess was right. That young man was indeed a middle-aged man.
"There should be no mistake. Old fogey father left behind his life's memories for me. In that case, old fogey father is truly dead." Qin Wentian sighed as he stared at the starry skies. The stars were so resplendent that they were dazzling to the extreme.
What his old fogey father dared to do when he was young, why couldn't he do it?
He, Qin Wentian, wasn't abandoned. Not only that, there was a high possibility that his old fogey father was an extraordinary character.
In that case, all the more he mustn't disappoint his old fogey father.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes. Astral light shone on his finger as he abruptly pressed it against his own body. The 12 Linked Chains Needle Technique was executed using his finger technique. To him, it wasn't difficult at all. At the same time, the blood in his body began to circulate in accordance with the spell.
His blood began to roar!
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