Qin Wentian roamed around the Devil Statue Cliff. The devil statues awakened and frenziedly rushed over. Qin Wentian swept them all away, frenziedly entering the depths of the Devil Statue Cliff.
He arrived in a sealed valley, which was also guarded by the golems. There was no sky in the sky, nor was there any sky. The only thing standing there was a single golem, piercing into the sky, as if it were suppressing the heavens.
"BOOM!"
Qin Wentian's heart pounded. The devilish qi around him grew even more terrifying, causing him to feel like collapsing.
Abruptly, boundless sound waves gushed forth from the Devil Statue Cliff, permeating into Qin Wentian's ears. In front of him, a figure walked out, its entire body shone with a blood-colored devilish light. This was a terrifying devil figure, its eyes stared at Qin Wentian, as though it wanted to trap Qin Wentian within.
At the instant this figure walked out, a gap appeared in the sealed space. Only through this gap could one continue forward.
The sound waves continued, boundless devilish light shone from the devil statue. After which, the devil statue stepped out, lunging towards Qin Wentian with a speed so fast that it resembled a beam of devilish light. A simple and unadorned punch blasted out, capable of shaking the ancient and modern world, penetrating through the void.
This punch contained boundless devilish qi, suppressing the heavens and earth, its strength capable of breaking through everything.
Astral light circulated frenziedly around Qin Wentian. With a howl of rage, his body expanded in size as his robes tore apart. He stomped on the ground, manifesting a myriad of phantoms, his palms capable of shattering the constellations, sun, moon, and moon.
Terrifying explosions rocked the heavens and earth. That devil statue's fist continued blasting forth, there was no way it wouldn't break.
Qin Wentian's entire body shimmered with resplendent light as he collided head-on with his opponent's fist. In that instant, he felt that his opponent's fist contained a towering amount of devilish might, wanting to destroy his internal organs. It was as though a boundless devilish might was seeping into his body.
"BOOM!" A thunderous boom rang out, the devil statue's footsteps slid across the ground, causing sizzling sounds to echo out. Qin Wentian was forced backwards from the impact, coughing out blood. Wiping away the traces of blood at the corner of his lips, he placed his palms on the sword hilt behind his back. A resplendent light flashed as the sword was unsheathed. Qin Wentian's fingers slid across the blade of the demon sword as fresh blood dyed the demon sword red.
"Buzz!" A terrifying sword tempest engulfed everything. The sword was unsheathed, transforming into a thousand-meter-long demon sword. The keening of the sword tore apart the void, frenziedly sweeping towards the devil statues on the Devil Statue Cliff.
Qin Wentian brandished the gigantic sword as he advanced forward. Boundless sword intent cascaded down from the skies, blasting into the devil statue before him. The body of the devil statue expanded explosively, yet Qin Wentian roared in rage as he slashed out with the gigantic sword. Instantly, a boundless might bore down on the devil statue, slashing it down. The devil statue lifted its gigantic palm to defend, but the demon sword swept out horizontally, directly slashing the devil statue apart, turning it into dust.
Qin Wentian continued moving forward, staring at the hole that was opened up. The devil might within caused his heart to tremble, causing his heart to palpitate uncontrollably. The statue on the Devil Statue Cliff seemed to be a real person, with a real face. It was as though it had experienced the passage of millions of years, becoming a statue on the Devil Statue Cliff.
The demon sword shrank back to its original size. Qin Wentian wielded the demon sword and walked through the hole, arriving at another dimension. At this instant, his gaze froze as his heart pounded violently.
Boundless devil music rang out, shaking the souls of others. A towering black-colored devilish light mixed together with blood-colored light. In the center of this incomparably vast Devil Statue Cliff, there were millions of devil statues in the surroundings. All of them radiated an intense devilish light as they moved towards the sacrificial altar in the center.
"Ten Thousand Devils Pilgrimage!" Qin Wentian's heart pounded violently. The Ten Thousand Devils Pilgrimage was like they were worshipping the devil king. In the central region, a blood-colored light shot up to the skies, as though there was a devil light cascading down from the heavens, cascading down on the sacrificial altar in the center.
The sacrificial altar was enveloped by the blood-colored light and within it, there seemed to be a devil statue. It couldn't be seen clearly, but in the surroundings of the sacrificial altar, numerous blood-colored devils could be seen. They stood there chanting, as though they were singing a song of victory for the devil king.
At this moment, a figure turned around. This figure was an illusory devil phantom. He merely cast a glance at Qin Wentian, and just a single glance was enough to cause Qin Wentian to lose control of his body. That terrifying devilish might directly gushed into his sea of consciousness.
"Bzz!" That devil phantom instantly appeared before him. Qin Wentian felt as though he had fallen into a devil's trap. This was a blood-colored space with no signs of life, only a devil intent. A terrifying blood-colored palm imprint blasted over, slamming into Qin Wentian, causing him to cough out blood from the impact.
"Could this be a constellation as well?" Qin Wentian mumbled. He felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. There was actually such a terrifying power within the Devil Statue Cliff. There were even devils worshipping the devil statues here.
Qin Wentian who was lying on the ground stared at the devil light in the air. Faint traces of starlight could be seen flickering within, resembling a constellation. From within, a blood-colored devil saber manifested, directly slashing down. That devil saber seemed to be able to sever the heavens and earth. Qin Wentian felt despair, he had no way to evade the attack of this devil saber.
"Puchi …" The devil saber pierced into his body as fresh blood dyed the ground red. Qin Wentian's countenance turned pale. He had thought that he could do many things, like finding Bai Qing and taking revenge for her. But now, he discovered to his dismay that he wasn't as strong as he had imagined. In this world, there were too many powers he couldn't defend against.
A flame burned in Qin Wentian's heart, a flame that wanted to grow stronger. However, this wish could only be placed on Di Tian.
Fresh blood dyed the ground even redder. Qin Wentian's consciousness was somewhat blurry. The blood that flowed on the ground didn't dry even after a long time, but instead, a powerful aura permeated the air, slowly flowing back into Qin Wentian's body, nourishing his heart, as though it was sustaining Qin Wentian's life force.
"Why am I not dead yet?" In his blurry consciousness, Qin Wentian felt as though he hadn't died yet. That white-colored heart fire appeared again, as though it was able to protect his life. Even if his heart was attacked, it would still be able to protect his heart, preventing him from dying.
But this time around, the injuries he suffered were different. That devil saber was still embedded in his body, and there was a terrifying energy within that saber corroding his heart, wanting to reap away his life. These two energies seemed to be fighting against each other.
This type of resistance lasted for a very long time, but the people on the sacrificial altar seemed to have forgotten about him. The devilish melody still lingered in the air, as though an ancient ritual was being carried out.
After several days, Qin Wentian faintly sensed that the devilish melody had vanished. He could sense that he wasn't dead yet. In fact, he could even sense that someone had pulled out the devil saber that was stabbed into his heart.
He tried his best to regain his blurry consciousness so that he could see everything clearly. However, he could only faintly sense a blurry figure.
That figure was clad in black devil armor, exuding a terrifying aura. Her face seemed somewhat familiar, clear and beautiful, yet it exuded a terrifying devilish intent, as though she was the descendant of a devil king.
After that, Qin Wentian felt a soft and supple body hugging him. That black devil armor didn't seem to have any weight at all, it was unable to block the feeling of soft skin, yet it still gave off an intense sense of majesty.
After that, Qin Wentian faintly felt that he was floating in the air.
All of this seemed like a dream, and it was slightly unreal.
When he woke up from his dream, Qin Wentian tried his best to open his eyes. The sunlight pierced into his eyes, and Qin Wentian narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it. After that, he opened his eyes again, adapting to the sunlight.
White clouds drifted about in the sky, the devilish melody had long stopped lingering in his ears.
Beside him, whispers could be heard, as well as laughter, "Could it be that this fellow fainted even before he stepped into the Devil Statue Cliff?"
"Devil Statue Cliff!" Qin Wentian abruptly sat up, his heart pounding violently. He glanced at his own body, only to see that his robes were in a mess, and there were traces of lacerations everywhere. The wound at the location of his heart seemed to have already healed. That terrifying bloodline of his had an extremely powerful healing ability, this was something Qin Wentian knew very well.
Shifting his gaze to the side, the demon sword quietly laid on the ground beside him, resembling an ordinary iron sword, with no abnormalities at all.
"What happened?" Qin Wentian mumbled to himself. Everything seemed like a dream, but he knew that he wasn't dreaming. Everything was real.
Who was that blurry figure in his dream? Was she the one who saved him?
Stretching his hands out, Qin Wentian touched his cheeks. There seemed to be some crystallized liquid that had dried on his face, leaving behind some traces.
Qin Wentian picked up the demon sword and stood up, staring at the horizons. The Devil Statue Cliff was right there, he was sent out by someone.
A gust of wind gusted by, fluttering his robes. Qin Wentian stared at the white clouds above the Devil Statue Cliff. Everything seemed so tranquil, yet his heart was unable to calm down even after a long time. He was thinking, which part of the sky was the real one?
That space within the Devil Statue Cliff, that towering devilish light that pierced through the sky, where did it come from?
"Little Bai Qing, is that you?!"
Qin Wentian mumbled in a low voice. That soft frame clad in black devil armor, that resolute yet gentle gaze, although blurry, he was still very familiar. Could that be Bai Qing?
Qin Wentian had no way to know the truth. He also knew that he didn't have the strength to enter the Devil Statue Cliff again. The devil silhouettes there, he had no way to contend against them.
"Do you know what happened?" Qin Wentian placed the demon sword in front of him as he asked.
The demon sword didn't reply, it still didn't emit any light. It was completely silent, as though it was fulfilling its promise. It would only be a witness for Qin Wentian!
"Senior brother, is this man an idiot? He's actually talking to his own sword?" Not far away from him, a young lady spoke to the young man beside her, as she stared at Qin Wentian with a strange expression.
"Maybe he's scared silly." The young man mocked. The group of young men and women stared at Qin Wentian's disheveled robes and dumbfounded expression, all of them thought that Qin Wentian was an idiot.
Qin Wentian acted as though he hadn't heard anything. Abruptly, a terrifying beam of light shot up into the skies, instantly enveloping his entire body. After which, he took out a set of clean robes and donned them. He continued staring at the Devil Statue Cliff as he sighed in his heart, hoping that this lass Bai Qing would be fine.
The Void Sail appeared as Qin Wentian stepped onto it. A resplendent light flashed as Qin Wentian's silhouette directly vanished into thin air.
The people behind him stared at the departing silhouette, as well as that terrifying light earlier. They gulped as their faces turned pale. Their entire bodies were drenched in cold sweat. In that instant earlier, they felt that as long as Qin Wentian was angered, he could easily crush them to death!
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