After Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen obtained the immortal art, they walked out of the pagoda. The supervisory general was no longer around and Zi Qingxuan had left as well.
"Let's go." Qin Wentian spoke. The two of them flickered and an instant later, they saw Zi Qingxuan sitting on a stone platform on a mountain peak, staring into the horizons.
"Senior sister." Jun Mengchen increased his speed, appearing beside Qin Wentian.
"Did you get the reward?" Zi Qingxuan inclined her head and smiled at them.
"Mhm, sis Qingxuan. If there's another chance in the future, you will definitely be able to do it." Jun Mengchen wanted to console Zi Qingxuan, only to see a self-mocking smile on Zi Qingxuan's face. "Don't worry, I'm not that weak. You guys go ahead and cultivate, I'm going to enter closed-door seclusion for a period of time."
"We all believe in you." Qin Wentian smiled at Zi Qingxuan.
Zi Qingxuan stretched out her hand and combed her hair. A rarely seen radiant smile appeared on her face as she stared at Qin Wentian. "You have to work hard too. If not, you might be surpassed by me next time."
"I'm filled with anticipation." Qin Wentian's eyes flashed with sharpness. Zi Qingxuan stood up and departed.
"Let's go, I've improved quite a bit in this immortal banquet. I'm going to enter closed-door seclusion as well." Qin Wentian spoke to Jun Mengchen. The two of them then split up and began to search for their own cultivation grounds.
Qin Wentian came to the top of a cliff. This place was exceedingly quiet. A light breeze caressed his body, causing his long robes to flutter. He closed his eyes and began his closed-door seclusion.
The wind continued to blast against Qin Wentian's face, yet it was as though he didn't feel anything. He was like an old monk in meditation, there was nothing in the external world that could disturb him.
...
In the external world, the news of the immortal banquet at the Dongshengxian Gate gradually circulated around the thirteen prefectures at a terrifying speed.
The names of Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, Gusu Tianqi and Hua Taixu were all known by countless experts.
This was especially true for Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen. The two of them were ranked first and second respectively, but they refused the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor's invitation to become his disciple. This was because it was rumored that they had already become the disciple of the Emperor Of Qianbian. They came to attend the immortal banquet just to embarrass the Dongshengxian Gate. The Emperor Of Qianbian also took this opportunity to propose to the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor that he should divide the six prefectures in the west.
From now on, the Eastern Sage Thirteen Prefectures split. The six prefectures of the western regions, as well as the powers under the Dongshengxian Gate, all started to retreat. The majestic residences of the prefectures were all empty, yet nobody dared to occupy them.
Naturally, there was one exception. And that person was none other than the Emperor Of Qianbian.
Three months later, after the Dongshengxian Gate completely retreated from the Dongshengxian Gate, the Emperor Of Qianbian gathered the peak experts of the six prefectures in the Cloud Prefecture. All the experts came to pay their respects. This was a character who could contend against the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor. Even the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor had no choice but to hand over the six prefectures to him.
A banquet that was even grander compared to the once-a-hundred-year immortal banquet at the Dongshengxian Gate was held in the Cloud Prefecture. The experts of the six prefectures all came, and the major powers of the Cloud Prefecture were all trembling with fear. There was no other reason than because they had a grudge with Qin Wentian. And now, Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen were already recognized as the personal disciples of the Emperor Of Qianbian.
Luckily, during this banquet, the silhouettes of Qin Wentian and the others couldn't be seen.
The experts in the Cloud Prefecture were as common as the clouds. However, there were also undercurrents flowing in the dark. During this banquet, the Emperor Of Qianbian announced the establishment of the Immortal Qianbian Gate. The location of the sect would be the Prefecture King Manor of the Cloud Prefecture, and the sect would officially recruit disciples.
This was a sect established by a powerful existence that could contend against the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor. By right, there should be many who would respond. However, in reality, not a single major power in the six prefectures dared to announce their intention to join the Immortal Qianbian Gate. The reason was very clear. Back then during the immortal banquet at the Dongshengxian Gate, the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor had already said that if the Emperor Of Qianbian established a sect, his Eastern Sage Army would definitely destroy it.
Although the Emperor Of Qianbian himself was incomparably powerful and could contend against the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor, how could the newly established power be able to contend against the Eastern Sage Army of the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor? An army of a million soldiers that had been tempered for countless years wasn't a joke. They could easily sweep through any major power in the thirteen prefectures. Whoever dared to join the Immortal Qianbian Gate would simply be courting death.
However, the changes in the Cloud Prefecture temporarily had nothing to do with Qin Wentian. Right now, he was still in closed-door seclusion in the Heavenly Talisman Realm, ignoring the external affairs.
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In the outer periphery of the boundlessly vast immortal realms, there were countless particle worlds. They floated around the immortal realms, resembling a speck of dust in the starry space. These particle worlds were all different from each other, with a myriad of oddities.
In one of the countless particle worlds, there was a mysterious region. The aura of life and death in this region was extremely dense, and it was none other than a tribe in this particle world.
This tribe was named the Death God Tribe. Outside this tribe, there was a vast wilderness filled with dense death aura. Very few people would be able to pass through this place and arrive before their tribe.
On the ancient gate of the tribe, there was a diagram engraved on it. It was the diagram of the Paramita Flower, a symbol of death.
The Paramita Flower was the totem of this tribe. It possessed the power of life and death and was extremely terrifying.
In the wilderness ahead, the aura of death was as dense as ever. However, amidst the death aura, there was a faint trace of life force that was moving closer and closer to the Paramita Flower Tribe.
A rustling sound could be heard as a figure slowly walked out from the field that was filled with an aura of death.
This was the silhouette of a young man. He was clad in simple and tattered robes. The contours of his face were tough and filled with masculinity. Although he was covered in dust, it wasn't able to conceal his handsomeness. His steps were extremely steady as he moved forward, moving towards this primitive tribe.
The young man moved closer and closer to the tribe. Finally, there were people who discovered his existence. Many of them flickered as they walked towards the entrance of the tribe. Their gazes were cold as they stared at the young man who just arrived. Their gazes were filled with an intense malice as they spoke in the language of this ancient tribe. The young man couldn't understand what they were saying at all.
"I'm here to retrieve some Paramita Flowers." The young man continued moving forward as he spoke. The people of the tribe seemed to be able to understand his words as their expressions drastically changed. Their eyes gleamed with a wild light, extremely terrifying to the extreme, as though they were filled with a thirst for blood. They all rushed towards the young man, wielding all sorts of weapons in their hands as they rushed towards him.
The young man waved his hands as the experts of the tribe were all flung away. Not a single one of them was able to get close to him. He continued moving forward and soon after, he entered the tribe.
More and more people from the tribe surrounded him. However, the young man merely continued moving forward calmly. Everywhere he passed by, no one could even get half a step near him.
Finally, a tyrannical aura drifted over from afar. The people of the tribe all knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with respect. This was the arrival of the priest of the tribe.
"Sir, who are you? What business do you have with our tribe?" One of them spoke, using the same language as the young man.
"I'm here to retrieve some Paramita Flowers. I hope you can make an exception." The young man clasped his hands behind his back as he stared ahead.
"The blooming of the Paramita Flower determines life and death, it's the totem of our tribe. How can you take it just like that?" That person spoke in a domineering manner.
"Since this is the case, I can only do it myself." The young man continued moving forward. The experts in front of him all released their constellations as a phenomenon manifested in the sky. The death qi in the air was incomparably dense, and a gigantic gray silhouette could be faintly seen in the air. Those kneeling tribesmen were even more respectful than before, as though they had just seen a divinity. Their words were spoken in a language that the young man couldn't understand.
However, the young man acted as though he didn't see it. These ignorant tribesmen might think that the phenomenon in the sky was the will of a divinity, but the young man understood that this was merely a constellation manifested when one's cultivation reached a certain level.
In the air above him, a dazzling constellation also manifested, resembling a terrifying diagram. The tribesmen were all dumbfounded, as though they had seen an inconceivable scene. Their eyes were filled with bewilderment and bewilderment.
The young man waved his hands, and as he stepped out, the constellation in the air swept out, directly blasting into the bodies of the Grand Priests. In just a short instant, the expressions of terror on the faces of the tribesmen changed. The young man flicked his sleeves, sending them flying through the air as he continued forward. The constellations of these tribesmen were simply too weak, they weren't his match at all.
The tribesmen all had looks of terror on their faces. It was as though the conviction in their hearts had crumbled, as they fell into a state of temporary madness. Their mental state and conviction suffered an unprecedented impact … Who was the true divinity here?
Nobody could obstruct the young man's footsteps. He continued on his way to the deepest parts of the tribe. In front of him, the death qi was extremely intense. Over there, the Paramita Flowers bloomed, possessing their own spirituality and could determine life and death.
"The blooming of the Paramita Flower determines life and death. How can life and death be determined?" The young man mumbled. A scroll flew out as a powerful sealing energy sealed away the death qi. After which, some of the Paramita Flowers were swept up and sealed within.
An instant later, the silhouette of the young man flickered as he departed the area.
So it turned out that this young man was none other than the other body of Qin Wentian. His name was Di Tian and he was brought along by the protectors of the immortal palace to roam the various particle worlds, tempering himself unceasingly.
Hence, Qin Wentian had experienced the tempering of two lives. He wasn't someone ordinary people could compare to. His state of mind was extraordinary, and he was incomparably resilient.
...
The two bodies of Qin Wentian treasured time, working hard in their cultivation as they improved unceasingly.
In the various worlds, they were extremely inconspicuous existences, like duckweed. They could only strengthen themselves unceasingly, allowing their roots to be more stable in the various worlds. They wouldn't be uprooted by the wind, turning into dust that could be swept away by the wind.
In another particle world, the night wind was cool. A beautiful silhouette whose beauty could topple empires stood before the window, staring at the green mountains and ancient trees swaying gently in the wind. She then thought back to that young man who rose up from an insignificant position but overturned the rule of the Royal Sacred Sect. The moonlight was poignant and beautiful, and in that place, there seemed to be his radiant smile.
How many nights had it been that Qin Wentian's countenance would appear together with the moonlight in that pair of beautiful eyes?
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