Qin Wentian's gaze was as sharp as a sword, capable of piercing through the void.
The Moon Continent, the Pill Emperor Hall.
"Wentian, he's trying to provoke you. If what he said is true, the Pill Emperor Hall in the Moon Continent would surely gather there. It's too dangerous for you to go there." Zong Yi frowned.
"I know." Qin Wentian nodded. "However, I have to go to the Moon Continent no matter what."
An expression of contemplation flashed in Zong Yi's eyes. After a moment, he spoke, "Let me go with you."
"Uncle Zong, you still have to settle things in the Zong Clan." Qin Wentian shook his head.
"Don't worry, there are still many doyens in the Zong Clan. I'll be worried if you head to the Pill Emperor Hall alone. However, I won't go with you. I'll disguise myself as a passerby and blend in with the crowd. No one would be able to recognize me." Zong Yi spoke. Qin Wentian stared at Zong Yi before he turned and stared at the skies. All of a sudden, he laughed uproariously, "Fine, Uncle Zong. Since you've put it this way, you can come with me."
As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered as he landed on the demon sword.
Staring at the demon sword, Qin Wentian directly sliced open the skin of his finger. After which, he abruptly sliced open the body of the demon sword. Instantly, fresh blood dripped onto the body of the demon sword and was absorbed by it.
"Wentian, what are you doing?"
Zong Yi's countenance drastically changed. Qin Wentian was actually feeding his blood to the demon sword again.
"I'm going to unsheathe the sword." Qin Wentian's voice was ice-cold. He closed his eyes as his blood flowed unceasingly into the demon sword. Instantly, the demon sword let out a mournful wail as a beam of sword light shot up into the skies.
Within his body, beside the candlelight, the golden strands of blood flowed together with his demonic bloodline, entering the demon sword. Instantly, the mournful wails of the demon sword grew even more terrifying as another phenomenon manifested in the skies.
On the precipice, the people of the Sword Reverence City initially wanted to leave. Yet at this moment, a terrifying sword intent gushed forth as another phenomenon manifested in the skies. Their hearts pounded once again.
What exactly was going on?
"Buzz!" A beam of sword light shot up into the sky, resplendent and boundless. This entire space was enveloped by the sound of the sword whistling, as though it would never stop. They could only feel the cold wind of the sword hanging around them, so cold.
At the bottom of the cliff, Qin Wentian stared at the giant sword. His eyes were filled with terrifying tenacity as he said, "You hate the sky for being too low and refuse to roar in the Nine Heavens. You hate me for being weak and wailing incessantly. However, even though I am weak today, I have the ambition to break the sky."
Qin Wentian's voice was solemn, and his voice melted into the Sword Qi. His words echoed between heaven and earth.
He was communicating with the sword.
Qin Wentian refused to give up.
Earlier, the person from the Wang Clan had used Mo Qingcheng to provoke Qin Wentian. His countenance changed as he stared at the phenomenon occurring in the surroundings. He then coldly laughed, "The demon sword hates the fact that the heavens are too low and refuses to come out. How can he pull it out? If he enters the Moon Continent, he would surely be trapped."
However, Qin Wentian naturally wouldn't be able to hear his voice.
He could sense the arrogance of the demon sword, as well as the mournful wailing of the sword. His heart, his bloodline, would resonate with it.
The mournful wailing of the demon sword was because it hated the heavens for being too low, hated the fact that it had no master to serve it.
Qin Wentian could sense its emotions. And at this moment, after hearing his words, the mournful wailing of the sword grew even louder.
"If you have the ambition to break the heavens, then follow me out of the earth."
Qin Wentian's voice was solemn, as though he was conversing with the primordial era. His blood unceasingly flowed onto the blade of the sword, yet there was no expression on his face. It was as though even if his blood was sucked dry, he still wanted to pull the sword out.
A humming sound rang out as the blood in Qin Wentian's body trembled. Both his hands were placed on the hilt of the sword, and with a howl of rage, he gathered all the strength in his body into his palms as he abruptly pulled the sword out.
"Rumble …"
The heavens and earth trembled as the sound of a million swords resonated in unison.
"It's moving …" The countenances of Zong Yi and the others from the Zong Clan changed. The demon sword had moved.
"BANG!" The sword range collapsed, the cliff shattered, and the demon sword emerged from the earth. A supreme sword might gushed forth from the bottom of the cliff, shooting up into the skies. A beam of sword light pierced through the layers of clouds, as though the heavens were about to be split apart.
"Rise, the demon sword is about to emerge."
Towering waves of emotions rose up in Zong Yi's heart. Qin Wentian, if he didn't pull out the demon sword today, he would never rest!
"Chi, chi …" The demon sword was slowly pulled out, and finally, when the tip of the sword appeared, a terrifying tempest manifested in this entire space.
Those from the Zong Clan hurriedly retreated, their countenances were all filled with terror.
The streaks of sword light slashed at the cliff, causing terrifying cracks to appear on the cliff. It was as if the cliff had been slashed apart at the waist.
Countless beams of sword light converged together, the cylindrical beam transformed into a beam of azure light, competing with the heavens in terms of splendor.
The countless silhouettes on the cliff felt as though they could hear the sound of their own hearts pounding. They inclined their heads and stared at the sky. The sword light pierced through the clouds, as though a black hole had been opened up in the sky. The sword wailed in agony.
It hated the heavens for being too low.
"RUMBLE!" The earth seemed to sink downwards, as though the cliff had been sliced apart. Under the pressure of the sword intent, there were even some who prostrated themselves on the ground, prostrating themselves in worship of this supreme sword might.
The demon sword had remained unmoving for tens of thousands of years, but when it moved, it shook the heavens and earth.
Qin Wentian's entire body was drenched in sweat and blood. He pulled out the demon sword, his palms were dyed red with his blood. Using all his strength, he inclined his head and advanced forward, slowly rising up into the air.
The demon sword rose up as well.
"You hate the heavens for being too low. Although you have a supreme sword might, you are unwilling to be used by me." Qin Wentian's voice fused with the sound of the Heavens and Earth, penetrating through the void.
"Today, I'm lowly and lowly, but who knows if I won't be able to ascend to the heavens in the future." Qin Wentian inclined his head and stared at the sky, his eyes flashing with an incomparably intense obsession.
The Pill Emperor Hall and Luo He had broken their promise. Why?
Today, they were lowly and lowly, offending the heavens of Grand Xia.
"RISE!"
Qin Wentian howled in madness, his body slowly rose up into the air. The muscles in his body were all stretched taut, as energy erupted forth from every single part of his body.
Millions upon millions of sword intents revolved around him as he pulled out the demon sword.
The demon sword followed him out of the ground, soaring up into the air, wanting to exit the cliff.
The experts from the Wang Clan, Li Clan and Heavenly Sword Sect all felt this terrifying scene. Their hearts trembled as their bodies trembled. That expert who tried to provoke Qin Wentian paled. He had never imagined that Qin Wentian would pull out the demon sword because of his words.
Not only that, if he didn't pull out the demon sword, he wouldn't be human.
"Will the demon sword follow him and appear in Grand Xia?"
The expert from the Wang Clan asked himself. He could clearly sense that Qin Wentian was ascending, bringing the demon sword with him.
"Go, let's go."
The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuyou, suddenly sobered up as he roared. Momentarily, the experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect all flickered, preparing to depart.
"The cry of the sword, where can life be found?"
A voice rang out from the depths of the cliff, as well as from the sword intents that filled the air. Abruptly, countless sharp swords pierced through the air, aiming for the experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect turned their heads, only to see millions upon millions of sword intents descending from the skies, blotting out the sun.
Where can I meet life?
The sword had already sounded. Qin Wentian's killing intent was born.
Jian Wuyou's entire body was enveloped by boundless sword light. His Astral Nova appeared, enveloping his entire body. His feet stepped on the gigantic sword as he soared up into the sky, transforming into a beam of sword Qi.
"Puchi, puchi …"
As the sword fell, the shadows disappeared. In an instant, it was unknown how many experts had turned into ashes.
A blood-curdling scream rang out from afar. Jian Wuyou transformed into a beam of light, the swords surrounding him had all been destroyed. Even his Astral Nova was shattered, and one of his arms was severed. Fresh blood flowed freely from his wounds.
However, he didn't dare to turn back and fled frantically.
Everyone looked at the background. This scene would never be forgotten for the rest of their lives.
Those from the Li Clan and Wang Clan also understood what the current situation was. Earlier, they were still immersed in shock and didn't expect that Qin Wentian would be able to pull out the demon sword again. They seemed to have forgotten that the moment the demon sword was pulled out, the first target Qin Wentian would kill was none other than them.
"GO!" Li Zhentian roared. Those from the Wang Clan also fled, yet the sword whistled over, leaving behind a trail of blood. The strength of that expert from the Wang Clan was extremely high, yet the sword intent that was flying towards him was all aimed at him.
"DIE!"
A cold voice rang out in his heart. Instantly, the keening of a sword could be heard as a trail of blood appeared on his body. His body continued rushing forwards, yet his gaze gradually turned sluggish.
Before his death, boundless regret and hatred flooded his heart. Why did he have to use Mo Qingcheng's name to provoke Qin Wentian?
At the precipice, the gazes of everyone were focused on a young man that resembled a demon. He slowly ascended upwards until he reached a height of a thousand meters. Below him, the true form of the demon sword could finally be seen.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian's body slammed onto the ground as he coughed out fresh blood. However, his hands were still tightly gripping onto the hilt of the demon sword, unwilling to let go.
The spectators discovered that Qin Wentian's palms were no longer the palms of a human, but the palms of an incomparably gigantic demon. His palms directly covered the area around the sword hilt, as a terrifying determination could be seen flickering in his eyes.
"Since you aren't willing to let me control you, I shall accompany you for a hundred thousand miles. I shall let you see that my obsession is worthy enough to slash apart the heavens."
Qin Wentian seemed to be conversing with the demon sword. He held onto the demon sword as he advanced forward step by step. The demon sword slid across the ground, leaving deep sword scars in its wake, as though the earth itself had been split apart by a single sword strike.
Those in front of him all stepped aside, nobody dared to block his path. Everywhere he passed by, a supreme sword might swept across the Heavens and Earth.
The mournful wails of the sword gradually grew weaker.
It was as though the demon sword was trying to sense how deep his obsession was.
"Wentian."
Those from the Zong Clan landed on the ground. Staring at the deep sword scars in the ground, as well as the staggering back of Qin Wentian, they felt as though their hearts were being struck by an ancient bell.
They had always thought that the number one ranker in the Heavenly Fate Rankings was an extremely powerful talent.
They had always thought that the number one ranker on the Heavenly Fate Rankings was unparalleled arrogance.
However, at this moment, it was as though they could see for themselves why the number one ranker on the Heavenly Fate Rankings was none other than Qin Wentian.
"Is he really going to carry the demon sword to the Moon Continent?"
Zong Yi murmured. It was hard to imagine how terrifying Qin Wentian's obsession was.
If this man didn't shock Grand Xia, who would be able to control the Nine Continents?
"Doyens, the Zong Clan will temporarily be under your control. I shall follow the Sword Son and enter the Moon Continent." Zong Yi slowly spoke. He lifted his feet and followed the towering sword scars, as well as the footsteps of Qin Wentian, as they walked towards the Moon Continent that was ten thousand miles away.
How long would this journey take?
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