Grand Nihility Thousand Imprint

Grand Nihility Thousand Imprint

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The ox demon erupted into laughter upon hearing Qin Wentian's request. "Release the wills of all the Mandates you're proficient with so that I can inspect them!"

Without hesitation, Qin Wentian unleashed all four of his Mandates. The ox demon then continued, "To make the trial easier, I'll allow you to choose the type of innate technique. For example, you can opt for sword-type techniques, illusion-type techniques, or demonification-type techniques. Choose wisely; this trial in the Cavern of Life and Death is no joke. Failure means certain death. As the guardian of this area, I must adhere to the Immortal Martial Realm's rules."

With his decision to attempt the trial once more, Qin Wentian shed unnecessary burdens and worries. He began to contemplate his options. With the insights and comprehension he had gained in recent years, he had crafted his own innate technique using his Mandates. His halberd arts, derived spear arts, and even the Nine Ultimate Arts of Grand Xia were all part of his repertoire. However, he lacked a proficient palm technique.

"I'll choose palm-type innate techniques," Qin Wentian replied.

"Very well, wait here," the ox demon said before reentering the cavern. This time, Qin Wentian took the opportunity to examine the cavern closely. Suddenly, a stone wall within it began to glow, radiating a pure golden hue. It transformed into what looked like a library or a treasure vault. The ox demon entered the glowing chamber as if searching for something.

Qin Wentian, even though the ox demon was aware of his presence, wasn't restricted in any way. He marveled at the revelations. He now had confirmation regarding some of the rumors surrounding the Immortal Martial Realm. The realm's master was likely an immortal-level being, but whether they were still alive remained uncertain. It seemed implausible that a world of this scale could remain under the control of a single entity. The entire Immortal Martial Realm resembled an enormous treasure trove, yet the mighty sects and clans didn't seem to covet it. There must be an incomprehensibly powerful force restraining their actions.

After some time, the radiance from the cavern diminished, and the ox demon emerged. It fixed its gaze on Qin Wentian. "You may enter now. This time, I'll grant you a day. If you can comprehend the palm technique within that time, you'll pass. If you fail, you'll meet your demise."

"Thankfully, there's a full day this time," Qin Wentian sighed inwardly. If he had only been given two hours, he might have contemplated taking his own life. He was well aware of how much time he had needed to truly grasp his innate techniques in the past.

A day, while short, was still better than two hours. Fortunately, there should be something within the cavern that would aid him in his comprehension, similar to the black eagle in his first trial.

Qin Wentian stepped once more into the cavern, and as he expected, the scenery before him differed from the interior of the cavern. Astral light enveloped him, projecting his perspective into a separate space.

In this surreal space, he beheld a solitary figure. The figure stood with its back to him, suspended in the air. Its palms radiated an intense astral light, intertwining and swirling around them in a mesmerizing display of power.

Suddenly, the figure's arms moved. It raised its hands and unleashed a palm strike that seemed to defy the heavens themselves. The sheer force behind it could shatter celestial bodies and astral constellations.

"BOOM!" Above in the sky, a colossal palm imprint materialized, etching itself into the heavens as if it had left an indelible mark. Qin Wentian couldn't help but shudder at the sight. Though the palm strike didn't connect with any physical target, its sheer might was terrifying, capable of leaving an imprint on the very sky. Was there anything this palm couldn't obliterate?

The figure withdrew its palms only to strike again, repeating the same motion tirelessly. In the sky above, countless colossal palm imprints filled the heavens, causing even the celestial realm to tremble as if it would crumble under the relentless force.

"This is an exceptionally pure and unadulterated palm art. I can't discern which Mandates it incorporates, or more precisely, it's a type of palm technique so pure that it can harmonize with any Martial Mandate. The stronger the practitioner, the more potent the force they can unleash," Qin Wentian contemplated.

There were no secret techniques or intricate methods associated with this palm art. The only scene he witnessed was the figure repeatedly executing the same palm strike with unchanging precision. Was repetition the key? The accumulation of power over time? He needed to extract his unique insights from this, insights that were exclusively his own. Only then could he grasp a palm art tailored to him from the essence of the figure's palm technique.

Myriad innate techniques were born from human creativity. More potent innate techniques were often conceived by accomplished experts and refined through countless iterations, growing more perfect with each adaptation. This truth was deeply ingrained in Qin Wentian's understanding.

For instance, he had cultivated halberd arts extensively. The halberd technique he initially created could be considered rudimentary, but as he grew in power, so did the potency of his halberd art. It had evolved into a formidable force, capable of ensnaring the hearts of adversaries and forcing them into a bewildering dream.

With this in mind, Qin Wentian extended his palm, recalling the Thousand-Hands Imprint he had once practiced in the Emperor Star Academy. He raised his hands and delivered a strike into the air, coating it with the most basic application of the Mandate of Force. Yet, even at his current level, the strength generated by the Thousand-Hands Imprint remained limited. To use it as a foundation, he needed to elevate it.

His aura underwent a transformation as he released the will of his Mandate of Demons, which had reached the Perfection Boundary. He exuded loftiness, arrogance, coldness, and disdain. He stood there as if unrivaled in the world.

Boom!

He executed another palm strike, causing the air to quake. With the accumulation of power and the infusion of his Mandate of Demons' will, the strike's strength was visibly enhanced.

"The ultimate form of the Thousand-Hands Imprint is the Great Thousand-Hand Imprint, representing the pinnacle of this entire palm technique set. Back in my days at the Emperor Star Academy, I was simply too feeble to grasp its true essence. But now, things are different. This should be capable of harmonizing with my Mandate of Force. The Thousand-Palm Imprint has the potential to manifest tens of thousands of palm imprints. And as for my second-level insight into the Mandate of Force, Void Vibration, if I can align these myriad palm imprints, stacking them upon one another and then compressing them into a single entity, transforming them into a vibrational shockwave, the unleashed power would be amplified at least a hundredfold."

Qin Wentian's contemplation fueled his determination. He adopted the Thousand-Hands Imprint as a foundation, mirroring the enigmatic figure's relentless succession of palm strikes. The two of them synchronized their movements, but after a considerable period, Qin Wentian's palm strikes still failed to leave their mark upon the sky.

As time raced by, nearly a day had elapsed. Qin Wentian's palm arts had clearly grown significantly in power. Each palm strike unleashed a chaotic maelstrom of energy that ravaged the entire space, causing the heavens and earth to quiver in response. The unleashed might was undeniably terrifying.

When he infused his Mandate of Demons and channeled divine energy into his palm strikes, the destructive force escalated even further. However, despite the ferocity and power of his attacks, they still fell short of leaving a lasting imprint on the sky. Qin Wentian recognized that passing this trial required achieving the level of leaving behind such a mark—a symbol of success.

"My time is up, I have failed," Qin Wentian lamented as he lowered his palms. A single day was simply too brief to attain the level required to leave an enduring mark in the sky.

"Continue your comprehension. I forgot to mention that this cavern is, in reality, a grand illusion-scape, distorting your perception of time to make it appear faster than it truly is. In fact, only two hours have passed," the Ox demon's voice echoed, his words causing Qin Wentian's eyes to widen in disbelief.

"Are you toying with me?" he cursed, realizing that he had been deceived.

"Hmph, do you doubt the words of this lord? If you don't pass this trial within a day, your death is certain. It's merely the illusion-scape that has distorted your perception of time. It's akin to a dream," the ox demon retorted with a cold snort.

Qin Wentian believed it. Sometimes, within dreams, it felt as though an entire lifetime had transpired, when in reality, only a brief moment had passed. He had experienced this phenomenon vividly in the Royal Tomb.

However, the ox demon's omission of this crucial detail was utterly devious. Nevertheless, Qin Wentian still had time to continue his comprehension.

"The distinction between illusion-scapes, dreamscapes, and reality is a matter of perspective," Qin Wentian contemplated silently. He resumed his repetitive palm strikes, attempting to infuse his Mandate of Dream into his palm technique. His goal was to achieve a qualitative evolution, much like what he had accomplished with his halberd art.

The endeavor was exceptionally challenging, demanding a complete fusion. Yet, the Great Thousand-Hand Imprints manifested myriad palm imprints, each vibrating at a different frequency. Aligning these vibrations with his Void Vibrational shockwaves posed an immense challenge.

"Pulsation, I must find the same frequency of their pulsation. This is akin to the great tidal waves of the oceans. When flowing water attains a certain frequency, it gathers and surges with indomitable force. If my Void Vibrational shockwave can find 'that moment' and merge seamlessly with my Thousand-Palms Imprint, compressing them into one, how potent would the result be?"

Qin Wentian once again entered a state of immersion, losing track of time. Gradually, his palm technique grew increasingly profound, unleashing ever more terrifying power.