Atop the desolate mountain, the white-robed young man's robes were dyed red with blood. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, causing the temperature of the entire space to drop drastically.
Xuan King City, all the geniuses were waiting.
With a flicker of his silhouette, Qin Wentian carried Little Rascal in his arms as he sped away like the wind.
Evidently, he couldn't stay here any longer. Now that Purgatory had been absorbed into his bloodline, it would be able to recuperate within his bloodline.
Qin Wentian also didn't know why his ancient demonic bloodline would suddenly have a different kind of ability. He could only speculate that this might have something to do with the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay he had absorbed earlier. The blood in the pool was incinerated by the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay, and some of it was absorbed by his bloodline, stimulating his demonic bloodline, causing it to become even more violent. This was also the reason why he was able to step into the Transformation Realm of the second level of Demons so quickly.
Lowering his head, he stared at the injured Little Rascal in his arms only to see Little Rascal tilting its head upwards as it spoke in a baby voice, "Little … Rascal!"
"Yes, Little Rascal." When Qin Wentian heard this voice, the dark clouds in his heart seemed to have dispersed. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he gently stroked Little Rascal's head.
"Don't … like … Huan!" Little Rascal's lips twitched as it shook its head. This was the first time it used its human voice to express its dissatisfaction towards the name Qin Wentian gave it.
"Haha, I've already gotten used to it after so long." Qin Wentian lightly flicked Little Rascal's head. Momentarily, Little Rascal furrowed its brows as a look of grievance flashed in its eyes. After learning how to speak, Little Rascal was becoming more and more human-like.
The silhouettes of a man and a demonic beast gradually faded away, leaving this desolate mountain range as they headed towards the depths of the Heavenly Mountain Range.
In the Xuan King City, there were many rumors circulating around. It was rumored that during the Heavenly Mountain Treasure Seizing Assembly, a young man in white appeared. This young man claimed that his surname was Qin and that he snatched away Shang Yue's spatial brush, humiliated Yin Cheng and Jin Zhan, and was incomparably arrogant. After that, he inscribed Divine Inscriptions and killed Grandmaster Qiu.
Not only so, it was rumored that a mysterious realm had appeared. In this mysterious realm, the geniuses of the various major powers led their experts to explore it and discovered that the mysterious realm was actually the burial ground of a legendary expert. The Celestial Constellation Fruit Trees were born there and the various major powers fought over it. However, this young man surnamed Qin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fought against all the experts, killing more than half of them. He even fought against the combined forces of six geniuses and after that, he managed to escape unscathed with half of the Celestial Constellation Fruits.
What was even more shocking was that this young man's cultivation base was only at the third level of Heavenly Dipper.
For him, the Heavenly Roc Aristocrat Clan brought out the Ten Thousand Miles Tracking Mirror, the Yin Clan brought out a sealing treasure, and the experts from the Heavenly Roc Aristocrat Clan once again tried to find the young man in white. However, all of them returned in low spirits with heavy casualties. There were even two experts at the third level of Heavenly Dipper who died. As for what exactly happened in that battle, nobody knew. But that young man in white who had never appeared before in the Xuan King City was rumored to have three heads and six arms.
As for the young man in white right now, he was still bitterly cultivating in the Heavenly Mountain Range.
In the depths of the Heavenly Mountain Range, there was a wondrous scene. Qin Wentian sat on the peak of a mountain as he stared ahead. Over there, snowflakes drifted about, and the endless mountain range was completely covered in ice and snow, exuding an extremely cold intent.
This piece of land seemed to be separated into two parts. One part was covered in ice and snow, while the other was covered in ice and snow, there wasn't a single snowflake at all on Qin Wentian's side.
Qin Wentian sat there cross-legged, holding two Constellation Fruits in his hands. One was a dark-red fruit that could cause one's heart to throb, while the other was a fruit that contained the will of the Mandate of Great Earth within it.
He didn't directly swallow it. This fruit contained an intense Mandate of Great Earth, allowing one to sense it unceasingly. If he directly swallowed it, there might be a miraculous effect, but after that, there would be nothing left. It was best to swallow it at the most crucial moment.
Qin Wentian quietly held the Constellation Fruits in his hands. His heartbeat was extremely fast, yet there was a certain rhythm to it. With every heartbeat, every meridian in his body seemed to be pulsating along with it.
And that Great Earth Fruit could even allow him to sense the pulsation of the earth. It was as though the earth itself was beating just like his heartbeat.
Qin Wentian entered a state of selflessness, fully immersing himself in sensing the pulsation of the earth, forgetting his own heartbeat as he entered an ethereal state. Following the pulsation of the earth, his perception unceasingly extended outwards.
Gradually, the rate of his heartbeat slowed down. Gradually, it stabilized, no longer beating as intensely as before. It was as though his heartbeat had entered the same rhythm as the pulsation of the earth.
This feeling was as though he was a part of the earth. His body had fused together with the earth.
As his cultivation base grew stronger, Qin Wentian could even comprehend the Mandate of Great Earth. But because he didn't have an Astral Soul of the Mandate of Great Earth, there was no way for him to condense an Astral Nova. Even if he could comprehend it, the effect would be weaker compared to his own Mandate of Great Earth. Not only that, he would require more time to cultivate. After all, right now, he was only able to enter this state because of the Constellation Fruits.
After a long period of time, Qin Wentian's heartbeat was so calm that it almost stopped.
"Hu …" Exhaling, he opened his eyes and stretched lazily, feeling extremely comfortable. The feeling of entering this state every day was simply too wonderful. It was as though the earth itself was his muscles, bones, blood, and flesh, pulsating along with his heartbeat.
"It's about time for my Mandate of Force to break through." Qin Wentian stood up and walked towards the mountain rampart. His perception extended outwards as he punched out with his fist. That seemingly calm punch slammed into the mountain rampart, causing a terrifying shockwave to rapidly extend outwards. The pulsation of the entire mountain rampart grew even more intense, and after which, cracking sounds rang out as cracks appeared, resembling spiderwebs.
"Shatter." Qin Wentian's palms trembled as he lightly spoke. An instant later, a thunderous boom rang out as the mountain rampart in front of him was reduced to dust.
A smile appeared on Qin Wentian's face as he spoke in a low voice, "Indeed, the Mandate of Force and the Mandate of Great Earth have some similarities. The second level Mandate of Force I've comprehended is the Void Shockwave. Isn't that a type of pulsation as well? The pulsations of the Mandate of Force would be able to spread outwards, destroying everything in its path. Right now, my second level Mandate of Force has also broken through to the Transformation Boundary."
Right now, of the four types of Mandates, the Mandate of Force, the Mandate of Demons, and the Mandate of Swords, had all broken through to the Transformation Boundary of the second level. As for the Mandate of Dreams, Di Tian was currently cultivating the Great Dream Immortal Art in the Royal Tomb. He could faintly sense that his Mandate of Dreams was also on the verge of breaking through. Most probably, it wouldn't be long before all four of his Mandates would break through to the Transformation Boundary of the second level.
A bright light flashed as the scarlet demon halberd appeared in Qin Wentian's hands. His silhouette flickered as he stepped into the vast expanse of snow.
Snow and ice drifted down from the skies as Qin Wentian pierced out with his halberd, seeking to find the strongest power in each of his halberd strikes.
When he first stepped onto the path of cultivation, Qin Wentian already knew the Tempered Thousand Hammer Refinement Art. Any type of innate technique could be transformed into a qualitative one through quantitative changes.
Right now, he had many methods at his disposal, yet it was extremely difficult for him to fuse them all into one, achieving a perfect fusion point. For example, the halberd arts he had created in the past weren't suitable for the current him, they were too weak. However, what if he were to fuse his comprehensions and Mandates into his halberd arts? He would definitely be able to unleash ten to a hundred times more power.
But how could such a fusion be achieved so easily? This was a process of creation. He needed to continuously temper his halberd arts before he knew if there was a possibility of success.
The boundless snowflakes brought with them a bone-piercing chill, yet it was as though the white-robed young man couldn't sense it at all. From start to end, he was clad in a thin white robe, as though he wanted to fuse as one with the snowflakes. Only the halberd arts he executed seemed to be perfecting themselves.
A day passed.
Seven days passed.
In the blink of an eye, nine days passed. The white-robed young man was still the same as before. He had already lost count of how many halberd strikes he had executed, but right now, he could already unleash his halberd strikes soundlessly. It wasn't that there was no sound, it was just that the speed of his attacks was simply too fast.
The silhouette of the white-robed young man flickered as he stared at the snowy mountain in front of him. Stepping out, his halberd slashed out like a dragon, causing the surrounding snowflakes to freeze.
As the halberd landed, there was still no sound. However, the snowy mountain started to crumble inch by inch as the power of his halberd seeped into it. Terrifying rumbling sounds rang out as the entire snowy mountain collapsed. As for the area where the halberd landed, everything was turned into dust.
"Still not strong enough. My strongest Void Formation Ripples destroyed the pulsation of the entire mountain in a single strike." Qin Wentian furrowed his brows, as though he was still unsatisfied. After which, he brandished his scarlet demon halberd again and again.
In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.
Snowflakes continued to fall. On the snowy ground, Little Rascal was sprawled on the ground, as though he was one with the snow.
Behind them, atop a snowy mountain, a figure as beautiful as a snow lotus had unknowingly appeared there, quietly observing the white-robed young man as he practiced his halberd strikes.
Several hours later, the white-robed young man stopped once again. In his eyes, a hint of a smile could be seen.
"My Mandate of Dreams has reached the Transformation Boundary of the second level." Qin Wentian smiled. Right now, all four of his Mandates had stepped into the Transformation Boundary of the second level. If he encountered the six chosen again, Qin Wentian would definitely be able to kill them all. Even if the six of them ganged up on him, it would be the same.
One must know that a few days ago, when he fought against the six chosen, his greatest reliance was his sword. The Seven Annihilation Swordplay, his Mandate of Swords was only at the Transformation Boundary.
Now, he had four different Mandates.
As though he had sensed something, Qin Wentian turned and saw the silhouette atop the snowy mountain. His eyes that were as bright as the stars in the night sky involuntarily brightened.
"Qing 'er!"
Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered as he appeared on the snowy mountain. That Cold silhouette stared at him, her eyes gleaming with intelligence, yet she still didn't like to speak.
"These two Constellation Fruits are the Mandate of Space, they should be useful to you." Qin Wentian passed the fruits over to Qing 'er. Qing' er glanced at them, but she didn't stretch her hands out.
"Qing 'er, take them." Qin Wentian commanded.
"Oh." Qing 'er replied in a crisp voice as she stretched her hands out to receive the Constellation Fruits. However, the expression on her face was still the same, it was unknown what she was thinking in her heart.
"I'm leaving." Qin Wentian turned, his silhouette flickered as he stepped into the vast expanse of ice and snow once again.
Staring at his back, the lines on Qing 'er's face twitched as a smile appeared on her face. This smile of hers seemed to be able to melt all the ice and snow in this world!
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