Primordial Great Roc

Primordial Great Roc...

A torrent of boundless demonic energy swirled and coalesced around Qin Wentian's form.

For the onlookers, it was a spectacle to behold. Qin Wentian's body began to expand at an astonishing rate, and behind him, the ethereal silhouettes of ancient demonic deities emerged one by one, cascading across his being.

From all eight cardinal directions, these formidable demonic divinities converged, their immense pressure forcibly remolding Qin Wentian's physical vessel.

There was the Kirin, the embodiment of ferocity and brutality.

The Sky Sovereign Roc, its wingspan stretching a thousand miles, capable of conjuring tempestuous winds and colossal waves with a single flap.

The Vermilion Bird, its cry causing the world itself to tremble, its fiery wrath incinerating the heavens.

And the Winged-Dragon of the Nine Heavens, the sovereign of all demons, unmatched, unassailable, looking down disdainfully upon all beneath the heavens.

These nightmarish apparitions of ancient demonic power seamlessly integrated with Qin Wentian, establishing a profound connection with the true demonic deities from the eight directions.

In that fleeting moment, the spectators' expressions contorted with astonishment. The experts from the Pill Emperor Hall intensified their efforts, channeling more energy into the formation. The pressure converging at the center of the stone pillars coalesced into a blade of radiant light, encasing Qin Wentian within, poised to ruthlessly strip him of his very soul.

Yet Qin Wentian's stature continued to grow, his body exuding a towering, ethereal aura of demonic qi that reached toward the heavens, shattering the encroaching blade of light. He lifted his head, his gaze directed at the heavens, devoid of tears now, replaced only by a chilling despair.

"ROAR!" The demon sword, vibrating intensely, ignited a shocking spectacle. The place where the demon sword stood was suddenly enveloped in the colossal shadow of a sky-piercing roc. With the sweep of its wings, it traversed thousands of miles.

The sorrowful wails of the demon sword echoed ceaselessly, sending shivers down the spines of the spectators. Could this demon sword have some connection to the primordial roc?

As the massive roc unfurled its wings, seemingly disdainful of flight because the heavens were too low, a collective realization dawned upon the crowd. Hadn't the demon sword been rendered immovable due to its resentment of the heavens being too low? This unmistakable arrogance perfectly echoed the demon sword's demeanor.

Legend had it that a colossal bird had chosen to take refuge in the mountains, refusing to soar the skies even after a millennium. When questioned about its identity and why it wouldn't grace the heavens, the bird replied, "I am a sky sovereign roc, and the heavens are simply too low for my liking."

But one person couldn't help but chuckle, asking the roc how it could be the sovereign of the skies without wings. Instead of facing reality, the roc clung to its absurd assertion, claiming it loathed the heavens for being too low.

In an instant, the massive roc exploded with fury, unleashing a mournful cry that shook mountains, seas, and the very heavens and earth. Right before the person's eyes, a pair of earth-shattering wings sprouted from the roc. Only then did the individual realize that the entire mountain range was, in fact, the expanse of the roc's wings.

With a mighty sweep of its wings, the roc rocketed through the clouds in a single breath, colliding with the celestial ceiling above. Its mournful cries pierced the heavens as it relentlessly battered against the barrier, attempting to shatter it. Yet, despite its efforts, the celestial barrier remained unbroken. In the end, the great roc succumbed, plummeting back to the earth and reverting to a mountain range.

Ironically, just as the roc brought to mind the image of the demon sword, didn't the demon sword evoke memories of the legendary roc? Both held a deep resentment toward the heavens for being too low.

As the demonic energy emanating from Qin Wentian grew more potent, his form underwent a startling transformation into that of a colossal roc. His wingspan alone spanned several thousand meters, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

Gradually, the astral light and the silhouettes of divinities melded into one, nourishing the manifestation of the sky sovereign roc. The roc's form grew increasingly substantial, while Qin Wentian's original body vanished.

"He vanished... what is this?"

The sight before them left an indelible mark on the minds of all who witnessed it.

Now in Qin Wentian's place stood a roc, its wingspan stretching over a thousand meters in length and width. Suddenly, the piercing cry of a predatory bird pierced the air, and the roc's eyes snapped open as it ascended into the heavens. The bone-chilling coldness in its gaze struck fear into the hearts of its former assailants.

With a single flap of its 3,000-meter wings, a massive windstorm materialized, and the exuding demonic energy ravaged the Pill Emperor Hall.

"Is this magnificent roc truly Qin Wentian?"

The dense demonic energy permeating the surroundings was drawn toward the roc's body. Its aura skyrocketed, breaking through to the third level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm and surging upward, eventually stabilizing at the upper echelons of the seventh to ninth levels.

"Gathering the demonic qi of various demon deities and absorbing astral energy from their corresponding constellations to fortify himself... Can a mere human truly achieve this? Has he truly transformed into a demon?" The spectators were shaken to their core, grappling with countless questions. It was utterly terrifying, the first time they had ever witnessed a human undergoing such a profound demonic transformation.

High above, an old man in a white robe watched the spectacle below with widened eyes.

"Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation!"

Once upon a time, during the zenith of its glory, the Grand Xia Empire held the Vermilion Bird divinity in the highest reverence as their sacred totem beast. Amongst their treasures of arcane knowledge, the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation reigned supreme, an unparalleled secret art of the empire. This profound technique granted its wielder the power to assume the form of a demonic divinity. Astonishingly, according to the old sage's knowledge, no one in the annals of Grand Xia's history had managed to master this art. Even the most eminent figures who reached the pinnacle of power and acquired this sacred knowledge ultimately failed. So, how was it that this young man had unlocked its secrets?

Qin Wentian, a mere first-level Heavenly Dipper cultivator, could somehow commune and connect with the ancient essence of all the demonic divinities?

Luo He's heart pounded like a war drum as she witnessed this incredible transformation. Never in her wildest dreams did she envision that a seemingly insignificant figure like Qin Wentian, though representing the will of Heaven itself, could evolve into an entity capable of jeopardizing the very existence of her Pill Emperor Hall.

In this moment, the Pill Emperor Hall's vice-leaders poured even more energy into the formation, forging a larger, more potent blade of light. This shimmering blade bore an enigmatic force, its purpose to sever Qin Wentian's soul.

The colossal roc tilted its head, casting its gaze upon the heavens, and unleashed a furious cry.

With powerful wing flaps, it intensified the raging winds, forcing the other attackers to retreat. Even these esteemed elders had no choice but to yield in the face of this tempest.

But all eyes remained fixated on the colossal roc.

A thousand meters tall with a 3,000-meter wingspan, it was far from a simple demonic transformation.

From the very beginning, no one could ascertain Qin Wentian's true nature—was he a human or a demon?

They observed the roc's razor-sharp talons, similar to human hands, gripping the hilt of the demon sword. Fueled by madness, the roc's strength created ripples in the air as it attempted to raise the blade. Despite its newfound power, it couldn't fully control the demon sword!

Even after Qin Wentian's transformation, although the synchronization had deepened, the demon sword's disdain for the heavens remained unchanged.

The roc's eyes emanated a frigid coldness as it endured the agonizing soul-severing light blade. The blade relentlessly descended, fueled by the power of the vice-leaders. A searing wound emerged on the roc's body, yet Qin Wentian remained motionless, offering no defense, and willingly allowing the blade to cleave through his form!

Blood poured, dripping onto the demon sword, forming a crimson pool at its base.

"Utter madness, sheer madness!"

The spectators were rendered speechless by Qin Wentian's actions. He ignored his injuries, permitting his body to be mercilessly lacerated, all to feed the demon sword.

With his colossal frame standing tall behind the demon sword, he continued channeling his blood into the blade. His immense wings enveloped the sword as he raised his head, gazing with ice-cold eyes at the vice-leaders and the awe-inspiring Pill Emperor Hall that surrounded him. His eyes bore a chilling intensity that seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld.

"DESTROY HIM!" The vice-leader-level figures felt an overwhelming sense of danger emanating from Qin Wentian, but even when they exerted their full might, the soul-severing blade couldn't sever his soul. With his transformation into a demonic divinity, his soul had naturally grown stronger.

The colossal stone pillars surged skyward, and the vice-leaders channeled their energy again, unleashing a deadly imprint. As this death imprint descended, it seemed to absorb the vitality of all things in its path, expanding relentlessly and carrying an intense aura of death as it hurtled toward the great roc.

A deafening resonance followed, and yet another gust of wind erupted. The great roc spread its wings as an incredibly radiant sword beam shot forth from the demon sword, obliterating the death imprint. The sword intent it exuded was so razor-sharp that not even a fragment remained.

With a flap of its wings, the great roc could traverse hundreds to thousands of miles in an instant.

The spectators could hardly track its movements; all they saw was a peak Heavenly Dipper Sovereign with a sword piercing his heart. The massive talon of the great roc, formed from boundless sword intent, held the sword that impaled the fallen Sovereign.

"My will is the sword's will; the sword's intent is my intent."

In the blink of an eye, another razor-sharp talon tore through the peak Heavenly Dipper Sovereign, rending him in two.

The demon sword's wailing persisted as its surging sword intent filled the space. Brilliant bursts of light flashed as several other experts were diced into pieces. Those who were farther away swiftly abandoned their pride and dignity, fleeing with explosive speed.

The great roc's eyes locked onto Luo He. Her heart raced as she experienced an indescribable fear. This was the truest form of despair.

Even without the demon sword's influence, the current great roc possessed enough power to easily slay her. After all, her cultivation had only reached the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper.

"Swoosh!"

Gale-force winds whipped up around her, making it impossible for Luo He to open her eyes. How swift was the primordial great roc's speed? It had once refused to fly because it deemed the heavens too low, but now, with a single flap of its wings, it traversed an unimaginable distance.

Luo He knew that she couldn't possibly evade the great roc's attack.

"VILE BEAST."

A frigid voice suddenly sounded, and as the great roc advanced upon Luo He, it found another figure standing in its path, blocking its way.

The moment this figure appeared, a colossal constellation materialized in the space above the Pill Emperor Hall, turning it into a starry sky.

This constellation exuded unfathomable power before condensing into a smaller form, landing in the white-robed old man's hand as he used it to counter the great roc's assault.

"An Ascendant, a Celestial Phenomenon Realm powerhouse."

The spectators gazed in awe at the radiant constellation, realizing that the Pill Emperor had arrived.

Luo He was the daughter of the Pill Emperor, and if he had not intervened, she would undoubtedly have perished.

No one had foreseen that Qin Wentian would unleash such destruction, prompting the Pill Emperor to emerge from his seclusion.

"INCINERATE!"

The white-robed figure declared coldly, and instantly, the constellation in his hand expanded once more, encircling the great roc. In an instant, the great roc's body ignited in fiery death flames.

"Bzzzzz!"

A tempestuous wind surged as the great roc soared into the clouds before reappearing beside the demon sword embedded in the ground. Its massive talon encircled the sword's hilt as it glared at the Pill Emperor.

With a howl that blended rage and sorrow, resonating with the mournful cries of the demon sword, the entire space quivered. Astonishingly, the demon sword levitated from the ground and hung in the air.

This marked the first time the demon sword had been lifted.

"YOU WRETCHED BEAST!"

The Pill Emperor seethed with anger. The constellation radiated even brighter, shining fiercely in response to Qin Wentian's actions. However, the demon sword continued its descent from the heavens, determined to fulfill its earlier promise.

Today, if the Pill Emperor Hall did not fall, he would not leave this place alive. Even if the price of his actions was death, he had no regrets.