Destruction of the Pill Emperor Hall

Destruction of the Pill Emperor Hall . . .

Amidst the chaotic spectacle, the crimson screen of demon blood expanded, casting a sinister glow that stretched a hundred feet wide. The malevolent aura emanating from the sword's eerie radiance sent shivers down the spines of distant spectators.

Within the demon sword, an ancient sigh echoed, resonating with the very essence of the blade. The hum of the sword grew louder, building in intensity as the crimson light pulsated in harmony with the blade's power.

Several years earlier, this very same young man in white had transformed into a formidable primordial roc, wielding the demon sword to sunder the Pill Emperor Hall. The blade had been left embedded here since then, defying all attempts to be dislodged. Now, the young man had returned, using his own blood as an offering, as if seeking to awaken the dormant weapon.

The onlookers gaped in awe at the astounding scene before them. Shu Ruanyu, in particular, stood flabbergasted, her heart tumultuous with awe. The extent of this young man's audacity was beyond comprehension until one witnessed it firsthand.

"Stop him!" The Pill Emperor's voice thundered through the air as he and his fellow ascendants sped toward Qin Wentian.

They were acutely aware of the shadowy power that had bolstered Qin Wentian in the past, a power of such malevolence that only the Pill Emperor himself had experienced it firsthand. That sinister influence had propped up Qin Wentian's incredible feats, and even in the face of public humiliation, they had sought to appease him, offering a public apology and any compensation necessary to resolve their disputes. Qin Wentian, however, showed no interest in reconciliation.

The Pill Emperor's fear was well-founded. Several years prior, Qin Wentian needed to metamorphose into a primordial roc, using the demon sword to attain the pinnacle of Heavenly Dipper power to wage war against them. Now, he rivaled a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant even without the sword's augmentation. If he reclaimed the demon sword, the Pill Emperor dared not imagine the consequences.

Two constellations appeared in the sky, blazing with resplendent radiance. The Pill Emperor's constellation manifested as a nine-colored flame, exuding devastating power.

The other elder's constellation was pitch-black, raining down black flames and carrying the stench of death.

"Die!" The Pill Emperor's constellation ignited, blossoming into a nine-colored flame flower that surged toward Qin Wentian.

Unperturbed, Qin Wentian remained focused on the demon sword, its crimson glow brightening. He could feel the sword's power surging, its essence imbued with pride and arrogance.

"Rise!" Qin Wentian commanded. The sword vibrated, its blade emerging from the earth, surrounded by an engulfing crimson radiance. A surge of potent sword energy burst into the heavens, intercepting the descending nine-colored flame flower. In a thunderous detonation, the flower shattered, scattering its incandescent petals.

The Pill Emperor, his complexion ashen, witnessed the familiar might of the demon sword, its potency undiminished but now wielded by a far more formidable Qin Wentian.

"Kill!" Qin Wentian bellowed. The experts advancing on the Pill Emperor Hall froze in their tracks. A colossal sword force pierced through them, rendering them powerless as they fell like insects before an unstoppable force.

"In my eyes, your cultivation is as feeble as theirs, ordinary and weak. What right have you to challenge the gods and demons of the heavens?" The voice of the demon sword resounded in Qin Wentian's mind.

Back then, the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art had seemed irreversible. Only when the demon sword imparted the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay had Qin Wentian finally nullified its effects.

"The great Dao is born from a minuscule spark of insight, even the gods and demons of the heavens were once insignificant. You lamented the heavens' limitations, yet you remained here. Why not join me in a celestial dance?" Qin Wentian's voice was marked by reverence and humility. However, another deadly palm imprint, imbued with death energy and black flames, hurtled toward him.

"Boom!" Qin Wentian's stomp in mid-air rent his robes as radiant light cocooned his body, forming a protective armor. His frame swelled, transforming into a demigod as he bellowed, unleashing a thunderous palm strike. A cataclysmic shockwave resonated through the air as his blow collided with the palm of death energy.

As the palm imprint dissolved into nothingness, the onlookers stood transfixed by the sight of the seemingly invincible fiendgod-like body before them. Their astonishment had long numbed their hearts. Even without the demon sword, Qin Wentian's power was enough to nullify the attack of an ascendant. His prowess left them in awe.

The Pill Emperor and the ancient elder's expressions turned ashen as they stared at the resplendent figure of Qin Wentian. His body radiated an aura of invincibility, seemingly impervious to harm.

The two ascendants flanked Qin Wentian, their constellations poised at the center. The nine-colored flame and black flames rained down repeatedly, their scorching intensity consuming the entire space.

"Have you acquired more immortal arts?" The demon sword, sensing the aura surrounding Qin Wentian, inquired within his mind. Its voice dripped with arrogance. "I disdain the heavens for being too low, and I reject flight. Even if you transform into a true fiendgod, it does not change my stature."

The sword's pride was palpable, as though it deemed fiendgods unworthy of wielding it, an insult to its own prestige.

"It seems I overestimated you," Qin Wentian retorted, relinquishing his grasp on the demon sword, allowing it to embed itself in the ground once more. He turned his attention to the flames of destruction hurtling toward him with unwavering confidence. "Even without relying on your strength, I can still vanquish the Pill Emperor Hall. Our meeting is a matter of fate. You resent the lowly heavens, while I yearn to battle the immortals and demons of the nine heavens. If we join forces, we can rupture this sky. It's ironic that you refuse to accept reality. When I eventually ascend to the pinnacle of the nine heavens, what need will there be for me to dance in battle with you?"

As his words faded, Qin Wentian's blood surged with power, causing his hair to flutter wildly in the wind. Behind him, the manifestation of a demon sovereign loomed.

"Summon!"

His astral soul unfurled, summoning an onslaught of astral light that cascaded from the heavens. The radiant armor enveloping him gleamed even brighter as numerous astral warbeasts materialized, exuding unparalleled power.

"Eliminate them all," Qin Wentian commanded calmly. His summons surged through the ranks of the Pill Emperor Hall's experts, their razor-sharp sword qi creating a path of relentless destruction, extinguishing the flames conjured by the ascendants.

The experts of the Pill Emperor Hall heard Qin Wentian's words, but they knew he spoke not for them, but for the sentient demon sword. The sword was alive, akin to a demon, capable of conversing with Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian possessed his own pride. He had no need for the demon sword and could single-handedly confront the Pill Emperor Hall's ascendants. If the sword refused to be wielded, then when the day came for him to stand at the apex, what use would the sword serve?

As Qin Wentian's voice echoed, the sword qi from the demon sword intensified, its shrill whistle filling the air. It seemed the sword was enraged.

The Pill Emperor and the ancient elder's faces twisted with unspeakable dread. Qin Wentian's attack was so overwhelmingly powerful that it struck fear into their hearts. If he were to step into the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, what unimaginable power would he wield?

"Seal of Life and Death, Conjures Death!"

Observing Qin Wentian discard the demon sword, the ancient elder launched a direct attack, using innate techniques instead of his constellation. Rays of death, infused with vast astral energy, streaked across the sky, aimed directly at Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's palms were no longer flesh and blood but rather something of astonishing resilience, brimming with destructive force. Roaring with fury, he stamped on the ground, determined to conquer both immortals and demons. Countless incarnations erupted into existence, each simultaneously assaulting the ancient elder with the overwhelming power of the Illusory Demonforce, shattering the Seal of Life and Death. Palms, imbued with the force of the Illusory Demonforce, surged toward the ancient elder in an unstoppable wave.

Qin Wentian's unrivaled might wasn't solely derived from the fusion of his true intents. His overwhelming power came from multiple sources, including his robust physique, numerous Yuanfus, the might of his bloodline, and high-grade immortal arts. As he unleashed his attacks, it was as if he could challenge the very heavens themselves. Ordinary peak-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns couldn't hope to emit an aura as awe-inspiring as his. Even first-level Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants couldn't claim a significantly stronger presence. The power he exuded was a testament to his unparalleled strength.

As the ancient elder faced Qin Wentian's unleashed assault, he condensed his constellation's energy in his palms, attempting to counter the attack. However, Qin Wentian's figure moved like a phantom, transforming the battlefield into his dream realm. The ancient elder could only watch as Qin Wentian closed in with the Scarlet Demon Halberd.

Suddenly, more incarnations of Qin Wentian appeared. Panic washed over the ancient elder. He no longer possessed the strength to withstand such an onslaught.

"Swish!" In a desperate bid to escape, he saw a streak of light hurtling toward him. The sound of piercing metal rang out as the halberd struck him, reducing his form to nothingness.

The sheer speed of the ultimate attack was unfathomable. The Pill Emperor, who initially considered intervening, froze upon witnessing the ancient elder's demise. Qin Wentian's might had completely astounded him.

A glance below revealed the astral warbeasts engaged in a brutal slaughter. Blood stained the Pill Emperor Hall crimson, and even the sun seemed to glow red, as if fulfilling a prophecy. Qin Wentian's return marked the judgment day for the Pill Emperor Hall.

Qin Wentian descended gracefully, standing atop the demon sword. He spoke with authority, addressing the sentient weapon, "Have you made your decision? If you choose to follow me, I'll honor your legacy with respect."

The sword's hum intensified, and the colossal demon sword vibrated, causing the ground to crack and unleash a destructive aura that tore through the surroundings. The Pill Emperor Hall faced its doomsday.

"Chi..." Boundless sword qi swept over everything, unleashing scenes of utter devastation. Buildings crumbled, and the Hall's experts met their end. Destruction reigned supreme.

Bzzz!

The Pill Emperor's face drained of color. He soared into the sky and landed on a void spirit boat, a speed-type divine weapon he had procured. It granted him unparalleled swiftness, even if he couldn't emerge victorious in battle.

"Since you're so bold, I'll hold you to your words. If you fail to conquer the nine heavens in the future, I'll be the one to slay you," a similarly arrogant voice echoed in Qin Wentian's mind. The Pill Emperor had vanished, but a beam of light cleaved the air, splitting the void. The Pill Emperor let out a tortured scream before reappearing on the horizon, severed in twain.

"Much like how I just dispatched him," the demon sword's voice proclaimed. Qin Wentian remained poised atop the sword, his demeanor unwavering. Countless Pill Emperor Hall experts watched in terror as the Pill Emperor's divided form plummeted from the sky. Their trembling bodies bore witness to the razed Pill Emperor Hall.

Henceforth, the Pill Emperor Hall would exist no more in Grand Xia!