AGM 424 - Utter Despair
Qin Wentian slowly continued upwards, resoluteness flashing in his eyes as he stared at the top of the steps. No one could block him.
"KILL!" Qin Wentian spat out, and instantly, sword keening filled the entire space. The ancient trees and long vines protecting Luo He were instantly shredded apart. And at the same moment, the sword qi intensified. The rate of rebirth of the ancient trees and vines couldn't keep up with the rate of destruction.
"Bzzz!" A terrifying flash of light directly shot towards Luo He, that light manifested into a gigantic sword before sweeping out a horizontal slash as an aura of destruction devastated the surroundings. Abruptly, a silhouette appeared in front of Luo He, blocking that strike as he stared downwards at Qin Wentian.
"Everyone, although the demon sword is powerful, as long as we kill Qin Wentian, with no one controlling it, the sword shouldn't be of any threat to us." As the sound of that person's voice faded, the experts surrounding Qin Wentian all unleashed their Astral Novas. The pressure bearing down onto this space was so stifling that it made people breathless.
However, it was as though Qin Wentian didn't care about what they did. His blood continued flowing onto the demon sword, as he walked upwards step by step.
"My intent, is the sword's intent."
Qin Wentian's voice calmly echoed out, merging together with the sound of the sword melody, with no differentiation between the two.
His voice, was also the sound the sword was producing.
His will, was precisely also the sword's will.
At this moment, Qin Wentian felt the synchronization between him and the demon sword deepened by a few degrees.
And at this moment, an expert from the Great Solar Chen Clan walked out. With a blast of his aura, a terrifying heat scorched the air as the flames from the Great Solar energy emitting from him actually transformed into a flame demon from hell. That flame demon then rushed Qin Wentian. It was immense in size, with a single strike of its palms, it was sufficient to shatter everything underneath the impact.
Qin Wentian continued on as though he didn't see what was happening. He doggedly continued walking up the steps one by one.
His footstep landed on the next step. But the instant his footsteps landed, the endless sword qi coalesced into a towering giant sword, piercing right through the flame demon with no conscious action on his part. Sparks flew in all four directions, as they turned into ashes underneath that overwhelming sword intent.
This scenario caused everyone to be startled. How strong was the sword intent in the area near Qin Wentian?
"Brother Wang." That expert from the Chen Clan glanced at another expert from the Wang Clan. That Wang Clan expert walked out with a ball of silken thread in his hands. Instantly, he tossed out that ball of silk as it transformed into a sky-encompassing net, intent on trapping Qin Wentian within.
That incomparably terrifying sword qi slashed down on it, yet it had no way to lacerate that. Evidently, that ball of silken thread was an extremely powerful divine weapon.
Qin Wentian inclined his head. He didn't glance at the sky-encompassing net, but rather, his eyes were fixed on the Wang Clan expert. His eyes contained a frigid coldness so icy that it was as though it had the power to freeze the soul of people he stared at.
That Wang Clan expert only heard the sharp shrill of a bird. Instantly, his countenance grew incredibly ugly to behold. Right in front of him, a gargantuan roc whose wings blotted out the sun could be seen soaring towards him, using its razor sharp wings trying to slash his throat.
"BOOM!" The silhouette of that gigantic roc vanished yet the sound of sword keening never ceased. The heart of the Wang Clan expert pounded with trepidation. The next instant, he only felt a wave of coldness flashing past his throat. Startled awake from fear, that Wang Clan expert explosively retreated with a speed as fast as lightning but everything was already too late.
All this took time to describe, but everything happened in just an instant. Fresh blood seeped out from the throat of that expert, the eyes of the spectators all widened in shock, they couldn't believe that they saw was real.
As the figure of that Wang Clan expert fell down in the air, the sky-encompassing net transformed back into that ball of thread, falling down onto the ground with him. With his death, the divine weapon had no one controlling it any longer.
"Sword keening producing a manifestation attack? Isn't that the second level insight in the Mandate of Swords, Sword Melody?"
Qin Wentian borrowed the power of the demon sword. His intent, was the sword's intent.
The pupils of the spectators all narrowed, feeling a chill in their hearts. This young man was too fearsome.
The demon sword that was immovable since the ancient era, even though Qin Wentian had no way to completely control it and had to drag it along with him, the slight bit of energy he could borrow from the sword was already powerful enough to render all these people helpless.
Everyone in Grand Xia had never imagined that the demon sword buried underneath the Sword Precipice would have such a level of power.
If someone could really control this sword, wouldn't he sweep through the entire Grand Xia, standing unrivalled at the very summit?
However, the legend of this demon sword had already been spreading for a very long time. Those powerful characters at the peak of Grand Xia had definitely tried to pull it out before. Obviously they had failed, as the demon sword had never left the precipice.
Yet, why would a young man, albeit him being the top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, was able to succeed? He plundered the ancient luck, he represented Heavenly Fate. Was this sword destined to belong to him ever since time immemorial? That shouldn't be the case right?
But the reality was right in front of their eyes!
Currently, Qin Wentian was one man, dragging along one sword, stepping up the heaven-ascending steps of the Pill Emperor Hall.
Qin Wentian finally arrived at the peak. When he took the final step, the entire Pill Emperor Hall trembled from the pressure. The demon sword was just behind him, slashing apart the ninety-nine steps and when he stopped, his gaze flashed with a bone-chilling coldness as he stared at those experts from the Wang Clan who didn't choose to depart.
"You guys regard me as worthless, as someone you would casually be able to kill any time. In that case, I regard the whole lot of you as ants. So what if I make an enemy out of the entire Grand Xia?"
As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, the coldness in his eyes erupted in intensity. The sword's keening continued on unabated, as the intensity of the sharpness increased in the area where the Wang Clan's experts were standing at. A massive wind kicked up, the shadow of the gigantic roc from before blotted out the skies once more, and with a flash of light, a pair of terrifying wings that resembled an indestructible pair of incomparably sharp swords slashed past. Everywhere the swords swept over, blood would fall like rain from the sky. In but an instant, countless experts had all fallen.
Just like what Qin Wentian said. These transcendent powers had never once put him, the top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, in their eyes at all. To them, he was something that they could effortlessly wipe out as long as they dedicated the manpower to it. He was nothing. A genius who fell before he matured, wasn't a genius. In their eyes, Qin Wentian was already a dead man. What they were thinking about was how should they split the secrets and treasures on his body after his death.
Since that's the case, there was nothing more to talk about. Killing him is the best solution.
Qin Wentian advanced and dragged the demon sword forwards. The sound of the sword keening rang out unceasingly, as the killing intent within it magnified.
Luo He's heart pounded with terror. The power of this sword was far beyond her expectations.
"DIE!" Qin Wentian howled in rage. Instantly, a terrifying draconic shadow lunged towards Luo He, intent on devouring her. Luo He's expression faltered, as an ancient tree manifested in front of her, blocking that attack. Booming sounds continuously thundered out, Luo He was then flung backwards, slamming onto a stone wall by the impact of that collision.
Qin Wentian didn't even spare a glance at her. Instead, he walked towards Mo Qingcheng.
"Those who block me, die."
The coldness of his voice was something impossible to describe. Those around Mo Qingcheng directly slumped onto the ground, deader than dead, dying underneath the pressure of the sword keen. Only Mo Qingcheng remained unharmed, the look in her eyes appeared slightly lost as she stared at Qin Wentian.
"I will definitely bring you away." Qin Wentian's voice contained hints of steel within.
Mo Qingcheng shook her head sadly, her body was enveloped by a powerful surge of energy as a voice sounded out.
"You won't be able to bring her away."
In the great hall of the Pill Emperor Hall, the gaze of a person shifted onto Qin Wentian. His eyes were unfathomably terrifying, penetrating through space as that surge of energy grew increasingly mightier.
As the sound of his voice faded, Mo Qingcheng's body was dragged away by an invisible force. Qin Wentian watched on helplessly as Mo Qingcheng was being dragged away, yet he had no way to do anything to prevent that.
The moment he stepped away from the demon sword, not only could he not save Mo Qingcheng, he might not be able to even save himself.
Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hands, an expression of extreme reluctance and longing flashed past her eyes. Qin Wentian's heart was bombarded by agony.
And just like this, Mo Qingcheng got further and further away from him, eventually vanishing from the edge of his vision.
Qin Wentian burned with cold anger. His perception followed Mo Qingcheng through, all the way till the end of the Pill Emperor Hall.
It felt as though a forbidden gate was opened and Mo Qingcheng was being sucked within. That forbidden area was filled with mist but to his extreme horror, Qin Wentian could feel a sense of evil lurking within there.
"Take good care of yourself dumbo."
Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes in resignation, as streaks of tears painted her face. Her only hope was that regardless of what happened to her, Qin Wentian would still be able to live on in safety.
"Bzzz" Mo Qingcheng's body fell down into the abyss below. Qin Wentian's perception followed her down only to find his senses assailed by that monstrous evil.
With a thunderous sound, the forbidden gate slammed sharp, blocking his sense of perception. Qin Wentian had no way to see what was underneath that clift. He only knew that there was an incomparable, extremely terrifying existence lurking under there.
Within the Pill Emperor Hall, a voice ragged with agony and despair howled out, merging together with the mournful wails of the demon sword as well as the sharpness of the sword keen. Qin Wentian inclined his head and howled his heart out, he rapidly dashed forwards, moving towards the forbidden gate as his killing intent swept over everything in the region. Even though it was targeted at them, the spectators could feel the blood running through their veins turning cold.
Why was Qin Wentian acting in such a crazed manner?
"Swish, swish, swish..." Several figures appeared in the great hall, surrounding Qin Wentian. They impassively gazed at that young man howling in dejected madness, yet their eyes were emotionless, as though they were looking at a dead man.
"Despair? This is only the beginning."
A cold voice drifted over, after which, the experts surrounding Qin Wentian abruptly acted. In an instant, a number of stone pillars descended from the heavens, slamming onto the ground, surrounding Qin Wentian.
"BOOM, BOOM, BOOOM!"
The stone pillars were linked by an invisible force, those figures icily stared at Qin Wentian as one of them spoke, "Daring to offend my Pill Emperor Hall? Your female companion has been consigned to eternal damnation while as for you, we will strip you of your soul bit by bit."
As the sound of his voice faded, a terrifying pressure concentrated in the centre of the stone pillars as it bored down onto Qin Wentian. Under that might, the entirety of Qin Wentian's body was trembling involuntarily, out of his control.
"These are all vice-leaders characters of the Pill Emperor Hall. They actually activated the Soul Annihilation Formation to deal with Qin Wentian. Regardless of how powerful his sword is, there's no outcome for him other than death." Someone sighed, feeling pity for this young genius. No matter how talented Qin Wentian was, he was doomed to die today.
Also there was Mo Qingcheng. Sadly, this immortal couple was broken up by the evil schemes of others.
Yet Qin Wentian was as though he hadn't heard their words. He inclined his head, and stared up at the cruel heavens with eyes that seemed as though they came from the deepest depths of hell. A tear drop slowly trickled down from his eyes.
Only to see, his lips were currently murmuring something.
In that moment, a wind gusted throughout the Pill Emperor Hall. A cold wind, an extremely extremely cold wind.
At that very instant, columns of star light shot down from a number of far-reaching constellations, landing onto Qin Wentian's body.
He continued standing there, his expression so serene that it was terrifying. It felt as though he hailed from the primordial era, and was like an ancient divinity, accepting the worship of those of this world.
Between the Heavens and Earth, a massive demonic wind kicked up as the sound of demonic chanting filled the air.
"With the chant of the demonic divinities, the ancient will stretching across the skies. Gathering the demonic qi from the eight directions, devouring the astral energy from the starry skies. I connect and fuse them as one, I offer my mortal body as a sacrifice. Transform my destiny into that of a demon." An archaic voice echoed, seemingly originating from the primordial era. Qin Wentian's teardrop fell onto the ground and in that instant, his body shuddered violently, undergoing a world-shaking transformation!