Illusory Demoniforce

Illusory Demoniforce . . .

In this pivotal moment, doubts clouded the minds of those witnessing the unfolding battle. Shang Li, by all accounts, should have possessed formidable strength. After all, she was an expert who had mastered three distinct forms of true intent. Her swift demise at the hands of a single strike was nothing short of bewildering.

Yet the truth was that Shang Li had witnessed the cataclysmic clash between Qin Wentian and the buried immortal within the Immortal Palace. The harrowing memory of that battle had sapped her confidence, leaving her resigned to her inevitable demise. Even when Qin Wentian had moved to kill her, her sect members hadn't intervened, forcing her to confront her own impending death. Under this unrelenting pressure, her will had crumbled, making it all too easy for dreamforce to infiltrate her mind. Subsequently, Qin Wentian had unleashed the full power of his true intent of Dreams, transporting her to a dreamscape and delivering a fatal blow.

Shang Li's death did not arouse any suspicions about Qin Wentian's true strength among the Royal Sacred Sect's experts. Instead, they castigated her for tarnishing the sect's reputation. With the Sacred Emperor himself as a witness, how could she attempt to evade the fight? And to make matters worse, she had crumbled under the pressure, succumbing to a single strike. Her demise, it seemed, was well-deserved.

"Trash," Zai Qiu uttered coldly, casting an icy glare at Shang Li. As a member of the Grand Shang Faction, she hailed from outside the Core Faction and was deemed exceedingly weak, easily falling to a single blow from Qin Wentian. Her ignominy was palpable.

The Grand Shang Faction's disciples wore expressions of disdain and mockery rather than sympathy for Shang Li's untimely end.

Qin Wentian turned, his halberd in hand, advancing toward the center of the crowd, his gaze fixed firmly on Zai Qiu. Though he didn't utter a word, the intensity of his killing intent resonated more powerfully than any verbal challenge.

FIGHT!

Every fiber of Qin Wentian seemed to echo this singular word—fight!

Quinn, a formidable Heaven Chosen from the Battle Sword Sect, had met a tragic end, surrounded and slaughtered by the forces of the Royal Sacred Sect. This blood debt needed to be repaid.

Furthermore, if not for the unexpected appearance of the Medicine Sovereign and Realm Lord Wu Mu today, the Sacred Emperor's immortal will might never have materialized. The Royal Sacred Sect's experts would have exploited their advantageous position to oppress and dispose of him, just as they had done with Quinn—silencing him without a second thought.

"We won't dwell on matters of right or wrong today, only on settling scores," Qin Wentian declared with absolute confidence. The Sacred Emperor had afforded him an opportunity, and he intended to make the most of it. "The Sacred Emperor's magnanimity has provided you with a chance, but you'll find no escape from your fate today. There's no path to survival for you."

Stepping forward, Zai Qiu asserted himself. "Let me handle this."

"No, I will take care of it personally," Zai Qiu retorted with icy determination. His strength was every bit the equal of Xia Sheng's, and his surname, Zai, bestowed upon him access to resources far surpassing those available to Xia Sheng.

"No need to argue," Zai Qiu continued. "Who else among us was involved in Quinn's demise? All of you, come at me together."

Qin Wentian's halberd pointed unerringly at the trio, his voice resounding with unwavering confidence, as if proclaiming his unrivaled status in the world.

"I've never encountered such blindly arrogant arrogance before," the expert beside Zai Qiu remarked, scorn dripping from his words. "You are the first, and you dare to flaunt your worthlessness within the Royal Sacred Sect. Allow me to broaden your horizons."

With intense ferocity, a pulsating azure light enveloped Qin Wentian, resembling azure seeds of fate.

A mighty roar shook the heavens as the figure beside Zai Qiu erupted in dazzling azure radiance, conjuring a colossal ancient vine behind him. This was none other than his astral nova. The vine stretched skyward with frenetic energy, casting a shadow over the entire battlefield. It reached out, attempting to ensnare Qin Wentian in its serpentine embrace. Green thorns adorned the vines, penetrating Qin Wentian's body and sending waves of numbing pain through him, causing his muscles to involuntarily convulse.

"What a formidable astral soul combination. It would be even more terrifying if it evolved into a constellation," Qin Wentian mused. Around him, particles of light began to materialize. These radiant specks enveloped his entire form, reminiscent of astral energy, yet possessing a unique quality. An astral armor manifested, its enigmatic energy oscillating in and out of existence. It seemed to blur his presence, as though he could vanish at any moment.

In that charged moment, an expert among the onlookers made a startling discovery. His needles, which should have pierced Qin Wentian's flesh with ease, found themselves utterly thwarted. Tiny particles of light, radiating with a mesmerizing energy, surrounded Qin Wentian's body, imbuing him with an extraordinary defense that hinted at a fierce, almost explosive might.

This was no ordinary energy; it was a unique fusion of three distinct martial true intents: the true intent of Demons, the true intent of Force, and the true intent of Dreams.

Qin Wentian aptly named this amalgam of power the 'Illusory Demoniforce.' The term encapsulated the blend of Dreams, symbolizing the true intent of Dreams; Demon, representing the true intent of Demons; and Force, denoting the true intent of Force. This innovative energy had sprung from Qin Wentian's immersion in Di Tian's combat experiences within the immortal palace, marking one of his most significant gains from that expedition.

The Illusory Demoniforce served multiple purposes, one of which was formidable defense. Not only did it boast an astonishing level of protection, but it also possessed the unique ability to phase in and out of existence, reducing damage incurred during battle.

Among the spectators, those of immense power discerned the exceptional nature of this new energy. Born from the fusion of true intents, it was challenging to pinpoint precisely which true intents had contributed to its creation. Much like the path of the grass hut, where each sword strike blended true intents into an indistinguishable essence, the Illusory Demoniforce retained no discernible form or trace of its constituent true intents.

Even when two individuals possessed the same true intents, the resulting energy would differ substantially. Qin Wentian's Illusory Demoniforce, therefore, stemmed from his unique fusion of true intents.

"I sense dreamforce fluctuations along with a savage, brutal aura. Perhaps it's the fusion of the true intent of Demons and the true intent of Dreams," mused an expert from the Royal Sacred Sect. He cautioned Zai Qiu and the others to tread carefully. When true intents flawlessly merged into a new energy, the resulting power could surge exponentially. Xia Sheng, the leader among the younger generation of the Core Faction, had already mastered the perfect fusion of two true intents.

Qin Wentian advanced step by step, his blood coursing with newfound vigor. A faintly demonic radiance enveloped him as the Illusory Demoniforce cocooned his form. He resembled an heir to an ancient primordial demon king, exuding an aura of sheer annihilation.

As the spectators held their breath in astonishment, a cacophony of lacerations filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic cadence of Qin Wentian's advancing footsteps. The ancient vines that had once ensnared him disintegrated into nothingness, dissolving under the mesmerizing glow of the novel energy.

"What is that?" The collective hearts of the witnesses raced as they gazed upon the young man who now seemed more like a fiend than a human.

Qin Wentian's confidence was no mere brash arrogance; it was born from his conviction in his overwhelming strength. In this moment, the intensity of his aura sent Zai Qiu and the others a clear message—a sense of impending danger. The energy enshrouding Qin Wentian was capable of rending everything asunder.

"Humiliation?" Qin Wentian fixed a steely gaze on the trio, his voice dripping with icy determination. "Today, the three of you shall etch your names in the annals of Royal Sacred Sect's history as the living embodiments of disgrace."

His words hung in the air, laden with a promise of retribution. A radiant beam of light erupted from within him, casting an ephemeral aura around him. Zai Qiu and his companions could only watch in bafflement as a spectral figure materialized before them, seemingly flickering between existence and illusion. In an instant, they found themselves transported to an ethereal realm, isolated from the world.

As Qin Wentian swung his halberd towards his adversary, it felt as if the entire universe had condensed into a single, all-encompassing weapon within this surreal dimension.

"NOOOOO!" The hapless Royal Sacred Sect disciple convulsed, realizing that no defense could thwart this inexorable strike. The halberd bore the ferocity to obliterate him entirely.

CRASH!

Still ensnared in the dreamscape, the disciple crumbled into mere dust, dispersed into the boundless expanse of heaven and earth. A single, unrelenting strike had wiped him from existence, as ephemeral as a wisp of smoke.

The ruthless potency of Qin Wentian's Illusory Demoniforce, a fusion of three potent true intents, shattered the Royal Sacred Sect disciples' self-assuredness. They gaped in dumbfounded awe, witnessing the incredible display of power. Before they could regain their composure, Qin Wentian launched his next assault, targeting none other than Zai Qiu himself!