Within the Emperor Star Academy, there were places for students to cultivate, and even places for them to spar. However, they preferred to head to the City of Illusions to temper themselves. It was more exciting, and they could unleash their full strength without any reservations.
However, Qin Wentian didn't head to the City of Illusions. Instead, he chose to cultivate in his own dreamscape.
At this moment, on a vast and empty land, only Qin Wentian stood there, unceasingly blasting out palm imprints.
"The Diamond Imprint is tyrannical and tyrannical, indestructible, while the Revolving Sea Imprint is a combination of hardness and softness. Sometimes, it's like the calm waters of the sea, and sometimes, it's like a gigantic tidal wave, breaking apart everything. Hardness contains softness, softness contains hardness."
Qin Wentian murmured, as he unceasingly blasted out palm after palm, yet he was still unable to comprehend the essence of the Revolving Sea Imprint.
"Sadly, I have yet to reach the Dreamscape Realm. If not, I would be able to create an ocean in my own dreamscape, allowing me to personally experience it."
Qin Wentian mused, as he unceasingly blasted out his palms. He didn't know how many palms he had blasted out, but the sound of slapping rang out, causing Qin Wentian's eyes to widen in surprise.
"Wheel, one round after another, just like the arterial pathways in my body. Advancing layer by layer, the instant the energy reaches my palms, it will explode forth, unleashing a supreme might."
Qin Wentian's eyes brightened. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly pushed out with his palms. This time around, his palms were very slow, yet it brought forth a gust of wind, as though the waves were stacking together unceasingly.
"Softness, this is the feeling of softness."
"Yes, it's exactly like this. At the very last instant, the waves stacked together, and at the very end, the explosive force is as violent as a tsunami."
A smile appeared on Qin Wentian's face. He had finally comprehended the essence of the Revolving Sea Imprint. After a long period of time, Qin Wentian blasted out with his palms. His palms were like towering waves, emitting a terrifying crashing sound. And this wasn't even infused with Astral Energy.
After familiarizing himself with the Revolving Sea Imprint, Qin Wentian used his dreams as a guide, allowing his consciousness to enter the tiny Astral-Being. However, there was no reaction. These few days, because he had many Yuan Meteor Stones on hand, Qin Wentian unceasingly tried to pry into the memories of the tiny Astral-Being.
However, he gradually discovered that if he wanted to allow his consciousness to enter the internal space of the tiny Astral-Being, it didn't require too much Astral Energy. However, the internal space he was in right now was as vast as the starry skies. Within the starry skies, there were many astral fragments, each of which could absorb Astral Energy. Hence, he had to use Yuan Meteor Stones to open it up.
This change caused Qin Wentian to feel that this tiny astral-being was extremely unique.
Naturally, Qin Wentian had also attempted to not enter the internal space of the tiny Astral-Being. Instead, he attempted to directly use Astral Energy to light up the tiny Astral-Being. However, he discovered that the tiny Astral-Being now was like a bottomless pit. It was easy to use his consciousness to enter, but if he wanted to light up the tiny Astral-Being, he would need to expend a huge amount of Yuan Meteor Stones. This caused Qin Wentian to feel an immense pressure. Even with his current wealth, he wouldn't be able to afford it.
"Let's first take a look at these astral fragments and see what memories they contain." With a single thought, Qin Wentian allowed Astral Energy to flow into the starry skies, seeping into one of the astral fragments that Qin Wentian's consciousness was attached to. Although this was only a dream, as long as his consciousness guided it, he would be able to draw in Astral Energy.
Naturally, the prerequisite was that Qin Wentian had to have Yuan Meteor Stones in his possession in the outside world. Cultivating in a dream would not be able to create a fake existence, at least not at the Shallow Dreamscape level.
Gradually, the astral fragment glowed brighter and brighter.
Finally, a beam of light flashed as a stream of memories flowed into Qin Wentian's body, jolting his consciousness out of his body.
Shaking his head, Qin Wentian awoke from his dream with a start. However, he immediately closed his eyes as he tried to sense the memories.
This time around, it was the same as the previous time in the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect. What Qin Wentian saw were still images, not words.
Cultivation arts, innate techniques, or weaponsmithing knowledge, they were all memories related to words. Back then, when Qin Wentian was in the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect, he saw images. This time around, it was the same as well.
In this image, he saw an extremely terrifying empire. The atmosphere within the imperial palace was majestic and majestic. Qin Wentian didn't even dare to imagine the majestic aura it exuded. Numerous stone pillars stood erect, piercing through the clouds. That imperial palace was even larger than Sky Harmony City, and the number of experts within were as many as the clouds.
In front of such an empire, the Chu Country was like an ant. This was the feeling Qin Wentian had when he saw it.
Qin Wentian once again saw the silhouette of the middle-aged man from the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect. He stood on the towering stone pillar outside the imperial palace, laughing arrogantly at the Heavens. With a wave of his hand, the heavens and earth were turned upside down. In the memory, an extremely beautiful woman appeared. That woman was directly brought away by the middle-aged man, and those who dared to obstruct him either died or were killed. Nobody could obstruct him.
This seemed to have verified a saying that Qin Wentian had heard before. When one's strength reached a certain level, a single person could be the law of an entire country.
In this vast world, I am the most unfettered, tyrannical, doing whatever I want. I am the heavens, I am the law.
When Qin Wentian exited the memory, he still couldn't calm the shock in his heart. Too strong. Compared to the empire, the Chu Country could only be considered a small country. That middle-aged man could destroy the entire Chu Country with a stomp of his feet.
"No wonder Uncle Black told me that this is the world of stellar martial cultivators. Sky Harmony City is too small, and the Chu Country is also too small." Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath, as waves of emotions surged in his heart. However, he also understood that although the Chu Country couldn't be considered anything in the grand scheme of things, right now, he couldn't be considered anything in the Chu Country. If he wanted to grow stronger, he had to take things one step at a time, and not bite off more than he could chew.
"Old fogey, who are you exactly? And what is this tiny Astral-Being you left behind for me?"
Inclining his head and staring at the air, Qin Wentian thought of the middle-aged man. There were many scenes of that middle-aged man in his memory. Could he be … the old fogey?
If that was the case, had his old fogey really died?
"Hu …" Exhaling a turbid breath, Qin Wentian silently mused, "If I were to light up the tiny Astral-Being once again, what kind of surprise would it bring me?"
Qin Wentian really wanted to give it a try, but the date of the duel was getting nearer and nearer. The most important thing to do now was to condense the Astral Energy in his body into Divine Imprints. This process would require the consumption of a large number of Yuan Meteor Stones.
"Cultivation is difficult. Wanting to cultivate a tyrannical innate technique is even more difficult. Not only must one rely on talent, one must also have the support of an enormous amount of resources." Qin Wentian murmured in his heart. In his heart, he was already thinking that after a period of time, he would have to consider forging more Divine Weapons to sell.
The Spirit Refinement Method was a divine art that used Divine Imprints to condense True Energy. The first level of the Spirit Refinement Method was to instantly condense a large amount of Astral Energy into a 1st level Divine Imprint. As he continued to cultivate the Spirit Refinement Method, his comprehension of Divine Imprints would only grow stronger and stronger.
Time flowed by, and Qin Wentian continued to immerse himself in the condensation of Divine Energy. Not only that, after the condensation of Divine Energy, he would circulate the Divine Energy through his Stellar Meridians, unceasingly tempering every part of his body. From Rain's lecture, Qin Wentian was able to absorb some useful knowledge.
If this continued for one or two times, it wouldn't be of much use. However, after a hundred times, or even a thousand times, he discovered that there were some changes occurring within his body.
Not only was Qin Wentian diligent in his cultivation, even Fan Le was extremely diligent, not bothering Qin Wentian at all. Although Fan Le appeared to be frivolous on the surface, he was actually extremely serious about this battle. The cruel lesson he had received in the City of Illusions was deeply engraved in his mind. Even if Fan Le didn't say anything, Qin Wentian would understand.
Every time he thought about how the members of the Knight's Association had pierced a long spear into Fan Le's body, stirring the insides of Fan Le's body, an intense desire to kill would rise up in Qin Wentian's heart. This debt must be repaid with blood.
And while Qin Wentian and Fan Le were diligently cultivating, over at the Knight's Association, Murong Feng and Du Hao weren't idle either.
Ever since Qin Wentian killed Orfon and unleashed his innate talent, Orchon knew that the person he had once looked down on had already become a threat to him. Not only that, it wouldn't be as easy to eradicate Qin Wentian anymore. This was such a good opportunity, how could he give it up?
On the training grounds, Murong Feng and Du Hao were fighting against a few other members of the Knight's Association. The attacks from both sides were extremely violent.
"Not bad, Murong Feng is indeed a rare genius. His Spacerender Fist is tyrannical and tyrannical, capable of rupturing meridians and rupturing internal organs. It's the same as the Thousand Hands Imprint, a mid-tier earth-grade innate technique. The only difference is that the Spacerender Fist isn't divided into several stances. The deeper one's comprehension of it, the greater the destructive power they can unleash." A member of the Knight's Association standing beside Orchon coldly laughed.
Orchon's countenance was calm, yet a terrifying coldness flickered in the depths of his eyes. This Spacerender Fist was something he had specially prepared for Qin Wentian, and he had given it to both Murong Feng and Du Hao. This fist technique was extremely tyrannical and ruthless, capable of directly rupturing the meridians and internal organs of one's opponent.
Murong Feng's cultivation base was already much higher than Qin Wentian's. If he were to practice this tyrannical and ruthless fist technique, he would definitely be able to suppress Qin Wentian, who had a lower cultivation base than him.
"That's not enough. I'll still prepare a trump card for Murong Feng, just in case. Qin Wentian, Fan Le, prepare yourselves for the pain of being crippled." Orchon's lips curled into a smile. Even if he felt that victory was already in his grasp, he still had to make ample preparations.
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