My Will Can Sunder the Heavens
My Will Can Sunder the Heavens...
Qin Wentian's gaze pierced through the void like a sharpened blade. He was resolute; he would journey to the Moon Continent and confront the Pill Emperor Hall.
"Wentian, he's clearly trying to provoke you. But if what he said is true, there could be numerous formidable opponents waiting for you there. Your safety is at risk," Zong Yi expressed his concerns with a furrowed brow.
"I understand," Qin Wentian replied with a nod. "Even if danger awaits, I must go to the Moon Continent."
Zong Yi contemplated for a moment before offering, "Let me accompany you."
"Uncle Zong, you have important matters to attend to for the Zong Clan," Qin Wentian responded, declining the offer.
"No matter. The doyens are present to manage clan affairs. I can't be at ease if you go alone to the Pill Emperor Hall. However, I won't travel directly with you. Instead, I'll pose as a passerby who happened to meet you on the road, and we can journey together. This way, I can blend in and make it less likely for others to recognize me," Zong Yi proposed. Qin Wentian considered the offer and then laughed, "Very well, Uncle Zong, if you insist, I won't refuse your kind offer."
With those words, Qin Wentian's figure flickered, and he reappeared atop the demon sword. He fixed his gaze on the sword and, without hesitation, sliced open his fingers, allowing his fresh blood to flow onto the blade, nourishing it once more.
"Wentian, what are you doing?!" Zong Yi exclaimed in shock.
"I need this sword," Qin Wentian replied in an icy tone, causing Zong Yi to shudder involuntarily. Closing his eyes, Qin Wentian allowed the demon sword to absorb his blood freely. The mournful wails of the sword resounded once again, and a beam of light shot up into the sky.
Within Qin Wentian's body, the golden threads surrounding the candle flame transformed into fresh blood, while the ancient demon blood within him flowed into the demon sword. The wails grew even more deafening, and a constellation reappeared in the heavens.
Outside Sword Reverence City, the citizens were on their way back home when they suddenly felt the ominous sword intent and witnessed the constellation's reappearance.
What in the world was happening?
A brilliant sword beam shot into the sky, and the entire area was filled with the sound of the relentless wails of the demon sword. The crowd felt a bone-chilling aura emanating from the sword.
Beneath the precipice, Qin Wentian stared at the colossal demon sword with unwavering determination. "You resent that the heavens are too low, which is why you refuse to rise above. You detest that my strength is inadequate, leading to these ceaseless wails. But while I may not currently meet your expectations, my ambitions match yours. I aim to shatter the heavens."
Qin Wentian's voice blended with the sword's aura, reverberating in the air. He was communicating with the demon sword, and he refused to give up.
The Wang Clan expert, who had previously tried to provoke Qin Wentian by mentioning Mo Qingcheng, now looked at the constellation. His twisted expression formed a sinister grin, and he let out a chilling laugh. "The demon sword loathes the low heavens, and that's why it refuses to be drawn. If Qin Wentian dares to step onto the Moon Continent, good luck to him in escaping the inescapable net."
However, his words no longer reached Qin Wentian. In this moment, Qin Wentian could feel the sword's pride. When the demon sword wailed mournfully, his heart and blood resonated with it.
The mournful cries of the sword stemmed from its frustration that the heavens were too low, its disdain for the lack of a worthy master, and its desire for someone who could truly harness its power.
Qin Wentian could feel the emotions emanating from the demon sword. Yet, after hearing his words, the sword's keening grew even more intense.
"If you too share my sentiments, if you too yearn to shatter the heavens, allow me to take you along on my journey."
Qin Wentian maintained his unwavering composure as he conversed with the demon sword. His blood continued to flow onto the sword, feeding it, but he remained calm and resolute. He was determined to extract the sword, no matter the cost.
A piercing wail resonated, causing the blood within Qin Wentian's body to vibrate. Both of his hands gripped the sword hilt, and with a furious roar, he summoned all his strength, pulling the sword upward.
"RUMBLEEEEEE~"
The heavens and earth quaked, and nearby swords vibrated in response.
"It's moving..." Zong Yi and the other Zong Clan members exclaimed in amazement. The demon sword was shifting.
"Peng..." The sword range began to self-destruct, the earth shattered, and an overwhelming aura of sword power coalesced into a dominant beam of light that shot into the sky.
"The demon sword wants to break free?"
Zong Yi's heart surged with disbelief. Qin Wentian had vowed not to rest until he extracted the sword today.
"Chi...chi..." Bit by bit, the demon sword was pulled from its sheath. As the sword's tip appeared, a cataclysmic tempest erupted, engulfing the entire area.
The Zong Clan members retreated swiftly, their faces etched with terror.
Countless onlookers in and around Sword Reverence City were stunned. They could even hear the thundering beats of their own hearts. As they looked up, they witnessed the pillar of azure light shattering the sky like a massive cavity.
The mournful wails emanated from the cavity, lamenting that the heavens were too low to contain it.
"Rumble!" The earth sank as though it succumbed to gravity. Under the pressure of the sword's intent, everything in the vicinity was sliced by its sharpness. Some even prostrated themselves on the ground, worshipping the terrifying sword power.
The demon sword had remained motionless throughout ancient times, but now, its power had the heavens themselves in awe.
Qin Wentian's body was drenched in sweat and blood. His palms, stained crimson, exerted an immense force, slowly drawing the sword from its sheath. With his head tilted back, he gazed at the horizon, and his body ascended into the skies.
However, the demon sword appeared hesitant, resisting ascent.
"You despise the heavens for being too low. Though you possess unparalleled sword power, you are unwilling to let me harness it," Qin Wentian's resounding voice echoed through the heavens, reaching into the boundless void.
"My current weakness doesn't dictate my future. It doesn't mean that I won't one day ascend to the heavens." Qin Wentian shifted his gaze to the black hole in the sky, his eyes brimming with unyielding determination.
Why did Luo He of the Pill Emperor Hall break her promise?
He had offended the majority of transcendent powers, and due to his vulnerability, he was perceived as someone destined to meet his end soon.
"RISE!"
Qin Wentian bellowed with madness, his body continuing its upward ascent. His muscles strained against the resistance, and he summoned every ounce of his strength, pushing with ferocity to compel the sword into submission.
A boundless sword intent enveloped his body. The demon sword rose in concert with him.
Witnessing this astonishing spectacle, members of the Wang Clan, Li Clan, and the Heavenly Sword Sect felt their hearts pounding. Their bodies involuntarily trembled, especially the Wang Clan expert who had tried to provoke Qin Wentian earlier. His complexion turned ashen, never expecting that Qin Wentian would succeed in pulling the sword due to the emotional impact of his words.
"Will the demon sword follow him and appear in Grand Xia?"
The Wang Clan experts contemplated this in their hearts, anticipating the calamity that would befall Qin Wentian's adversaries when he wielded the demon sword.
"Let's go, we must leave immediately," Jian Wuyou, the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, abruptly snapped out of his stupor and roared. Soon, the Heavenly Sword Sect members awoke from their daze, preparing to depart.
A voice echoed from the void, as if emanating from the formidable sword intent shrouding the entire space. Suddenly, countless sharp swords materialized, hurtling towards the Heavenly Sword Sect members. The Heavenly Sword Sect experts turned back to see a deluge of sword qi descending from the heavens, covering the entire sky.
"Where could life still exist?"
The resounding sword melody filled the air, and Qin Wentian's aura of killing intent intensified with every note.
"Swish, swish..."
The swords descended like an inexorable tide, and in an instant, the experts met their doom. The overwhelming sword might reduced them to ashes.
In the distance, a pitiful and blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Jian Wuyou was on the brink of disaster. His sword had shattered, his body bore countless injuries, and his astral nova lay in ruins. With only one arm remaining, blood oozed from his wounds, but he didn't even dare to look back. He madly fled, desperation etched across his face.
Onlookers were left in awe, forever haunted by the terrifying scene before them.
Those from the Li Clan and Wang Clan were shaken to their core. They had underestimated Qin Wentian, forgetting that when the demon sword was drawn, their names would be at the top of his hit list.
"RUN!" Li Zhentian bellowed. The Wang Clan members scrambled to escape. However, as the sword melody whistled overhead, a colossal bloody scar manifested in the air. While the Wang Clan expert was formidable, he couldn't withstand the concentrated, overwhelming sword intent targeted solely at him.
"Perish."
A voice whispered softly in his heart. Instantly, the sword melody reached a deafening crescendo as a minute yet razor-sharp vibration sliced him in half.
In his final moments, his heart brimmed with boundless hatred and regret. Why had he mentioned Mo Qingcheng's name, trying to provoke Qin Wentian?
All eyes were fixed on the demonic silhouette of a young man soaring through the sky. Even after ascending a thousand meters, the full length of the demon sword had yet to be revealed—it was evidently more than a thousand meters long.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian plummeted from the sky, crashing violently outside Sword Reverence City. Gravity amplified the impact, forcing fresh blood from his lips as he writhed in pain. Yet, both of his hands clung stubbornly to the demon sword's hilt. He had no strength left.
Onlookers noted that Qin Wentian's palms were no longer human but had transformed into massive demon-like appendages. Yet, the determination in his eyes remained unyielding.
"Why are you still unwilling to let me wield your power? Well then...I might as well wander with you for a hundred thousand miles. You will see my will and determination, and you'll be proud to be a part of my mission to defy the heavens."
It was as though Qin Wentian was speaking to the sword. He used it to support himself, dragging it as he took step after step. Wherever he passed, deep sword scars marred the earth, a testament to the sword's tremendous weight and power.
The crowd parted to make way for him, no one daring to obstruct his path.
The mournful wails of the demon sword gradually faded, as if it had sensed the depth of his desires and the intensity of his resolve.
"Wentian."
The Zong Clan members appeared by his side, gazing at the sword scars etched into the ground. Their hearts felt as if they'd been struck by a hammer, still reeling from the shock.
Before, they had believed that the first-ranked Heavenly Fate Ranking holder possessed extraordinary talent and unmatched pride in his generation. Now, they truly understood what it meant to be the number one in the rankings. They were witnessing the real Qin Wentian.
"Is he really going to walk all the way to the Moon Continent, dragging that demon sword along?"
Zong Yi mumbled, barely able to fathom the overwhelming and monstrous willpower emanating from Qin Wentian.
If this person couldn't bring Grand Xia to heel, who could?
"Doyens, the Zong Clan will be under your temporary command. I will accompany the Sword Son to the Moon Continent," Zong Yi declared before following in the footsteps of the resolute young man ahead. They embarked on a journey of a hundred thousand miles to the Moon Continent.
How long would this arduous journey last?