Visit Request Cards

Visit Request Cards . . .

Qin Wentian's voice rang out, resonating through the air in all four directions. He then shut his eyes, standing resolute before the immortal statue, his consciousness diving into it once more.

Materialized forms of towering battle qi swirled around him, each with radiant battle halos that transformed into intricate law diagrams, encircling them in a mesmerizing dance.

"This battle art is profoundly intricate. I wonder how much of its essence I can truly grasp," Qin Wentian murmured to himself, his focus unwavering as he plunged headlong into comprehending the depths of this martial mastery. With the passage of time, the number of geniuses in the Eastern Sage Cliff gradually dwindled. As expected, no one dared to interrupt Qin Wentian's cultivation after that fateful encounter. Occasionally, rumbles would emanate from Qin Wentian's body, accompanied by the emergence of a luminous battle halo.

Today, in the ethereal void, thunderous reverberations echoed within his body once more, as the formidable battle will converted into an overwhelming power that surged from within. Signs of his body reaching its limits emerged again, as if it could no longer withstand the tremendous impact. The brilliant battle halo surrounding him seemed as if it yearned to burst forth from his body.

Cultivating this type of battle art was a daunting endeavor for most individuals. The pain was excruciating, and the ordeal, terrifying.

His innate bloodline stirred, the ancient demon blood ablaze. His entire form was shrouded in a crimson radiance, shielding his body's stability amidst the unrelenting sonic onslaught. Continuous, thunderous explosions resonated, akin to his body enduring the relentless pounding of a blacksmith's hammer, pushing his physical limits further. The battle halo commenced infusing every fiber of his being with battle qi, intensifying with each passing moment.

Finally, a thunderous clap resounded. Qin Wentian's body was enveloped in an incandescent battle light, as an boundless battle intent surged forth.

"Is this the second level of the battle art? How many levels has Gusu Tianqi mastered?" Qin Wentian contemplated silently, refusing to pause in his pursuit.

This martial art's might soared to celestial heights, exceptionally arduous to comprehend. He poured all his concentration into it, but even then, his progress felt agonizingly slow. Moreover, this art possessed an elusive peculiarity—unless one could penetrate its conceptual 'gate,' no matter how long they meditated, they would glean no insights from it.

Unbeknownst to Qin Wentian, achieving the second level of this battle art within a mere tens of days, kindling the battle halos, was an extraordinary feat. Throughout the ages, only an exceedingly rare few disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect had accomplished this.

Sensing the immense power held within this battle art, Qin Wentian banished all distractions, surrendering himself entirely to its mastery. However, as he ventured deeper into the heart of the art, he encountered a formidable obstacle.

As Qin Wentian delved deeper into his comprehension of the next level, the battle will intensified, surging with an even more formidable and terrifying force. With each descent, it felt as if his body teetered on the precipice of explosion under the relentless onslaught of this tyrannical power.

After enduring several of these titanic waves, Qin Wentian's ancient demon blood blazed with an unprecedented fury, akin to the awakening of an ultimate demon king. Simultaneously, his other bloodline emitted a gentle white runic glow, akin to a flickering candle flame that danced gracefully around his form. In rapid succession, Qin Wentian became enshrouded in an incomparable holy radiance. His entire being underwent a profound transformation, as if he were a divine king's descendant, exuding an aura of immense power and holiness, an entity not to be trifled with.

The overbearing qi from the battle halo continued to permeate his body, but its effects on Qin Wentian grew progressively weaker, no longer capable of threatening his physical integrity. In fact, it seemed as though Qin Wentian was absorbing the battle halo, gradually assimilating it. His perception was heightened to the fullest extent, as an increasing number of corporeal battle will forms materialized before him.

Within the Hundred Immortals Forest, the frenetic combat had gradually abated, leaving only those who still clung to their platforms as the true heaven-chosen individuals. The remaining geniuses had resigned themselves to exploring other regions of the Eastern Sage Cliff in pursuit of further opportunities. The Eastern Sage Cliff was becoming less populated, and those who remained ceased battling amongst themselves, understanding that the Eastern Immortal Sage Sect's selection trial aimed to identify the most exceptional talents. Enhancing their own strength was now paramount.

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed since the geniuses first entered the Eastern Sage Cliff. For immortals, this timeframe held little significance. In their eyes, even decades might merely feel like a brief moment of meditation. Thus, the waiting immortals outside the cliff remained patient, maintaining an unwavering atmosphere.

Meanwhile, outside an opulent and majestic palace within the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, a young man stood with an air of regal composure, projecting an extraordinary presence over the surroundings.

"Your Highness, these are the visit request cards from various immortal kings. They will attend the banquet during its opening," a distinguished figure approached the young man and respectfully handed over the cards.

"Mhm," the young man replied, accepting the cards and perusing them. The banquet's conclusion would see his royal father select three disciples nominated by the visiting immortal kings. These visit request cards served as formal invitations, though their issuance had been anticipated.

The young man in question was none other than Dongsheng Ting, the youngest son of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. He was set to host the upcoming banquet, a significant occasion that carried great weight and responsibility.

As Dongsheng Ting perused the visit request cards with practiced nonchalance, his countenance remained utterly composed. These cards, personally delivered by immortal kings, held significant weight, yet Dongsheng Ting's lofty status as the son of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor had accustomed him to such illustrious company. His discerning gaze had witnessed countless Immortal King Realm figures, rendering him impervious to fluster or awe. For even immortal kings, deference was a customary gesture in his presence.

However, in a sudden twist of fate, as he examined one particular card, Dongsheng Ting's tranquil demeanor gave way to a surge of intrigue and anticipation. This card bore no verbose message, only a solitary name - 'Princess of the Evergreen Empire.'

"Princess Qing'er seeks to attend?" Dongsheng Ting's eyes ignited with fervor. Those very eyes that had beheld the names of immortal kings with unruffled detachment were now ablaze with emotion upon encountering this simple card.

He had made countless attempts to contact Princess Qing'er in the past, but she had consistently shown no interest in him, her indifference a formidable barrier. Yet now, the enigmatic significance behind this visit request card left him pondering its implications.

Could it be that Princess Qing'er, a royal from the Evergreen Immortal Empire, was extending a personal invitation to attend this banquet?

In recent years, Dongsheng Ting had heard of Princess Qing'er's remarkable achievements. Possessing an innate immortal king physique, she had methodically unsealed her latent power and secured a renowned figure of the immortal realms as her mentor. Her meteoric ascent had earned her widespread acclaim, transcending her status as an immortal emperor's daughter. Her fame extended far beyond her father's realm, reaching across various territories within the vast immortal realms. Countless suitors, each possessing remarkable backgrounds and talents, vied for her affection. Among them, none were inferior to Dongsheng Ting; all of them were exceptional in their own right.

As excitement coursed through his veins, Dongsheng Ting addressed those around him, his voice resonating in all directions, "Prepare for this banquet meticulously, exceeding the standards set a century ago. Let us hope that the talents of this generation do not disappoint us."

"Understood, Your Highness."

"We shall heed your command."

The affirmations resounded harmoniously, echoing through the palace. In that very moment, a luminous figure materialized beside Dongsheng Ting, radiating an affable presence. This newcomer inquired with a grin, "Your Highness, what has you in such high spirits?"

Dongsheng Ting handed over the visit request card, and the newcomer, after scanning its contents, also revealed a glimmer of excitement. "Haha, the radiance of Princess Qing'er, the daughter of Evergreen Immortal Emperor, shines brilliantly indeed. Her father, a reigning Immortal Emperor, and her mentor, a figure of supreme stature, ensure that the man who claims her hand will make waves across the vast immortal realms."

With meaningful gazes exchanged, Dongsheng Ting and his companion understood each other implicitly. The princess from the Evergreen Immortal Empire seemed to be the sole match for a character of Dongsheng Ting's caliber.

Dongsheng Ting, with an air of curiosity and impatience, inquired about the status of the ongoing selection test at the Eastern Sage Cliff. His voice carried an undercurrent of anticipation, for the culmination of this test would undoubtedly be a momentous event.

"It should conclude soon," came the reply from an expert well-acquainted with the proceedings.

Satisfied with this tidbit of information, Dongsheng Ting offered a brief nod, but his thoughts were far from placated. The Eastern Sage Cliff, a hallowed ground where prodigies from various regions converged, held secrets and opportunities that had piqued his interest.

Within the Eastern Sage Cliff, the atmosphere was charged with fervor and intensity. Young geniuses were engrossed in their endeavors, fervently comprehending immortal arts while occasionally engaging in spirited combat. For the eighteen coveted immortal statues at the forefront, they saw a continual exchange of occupants as individuals sought to unlock their mysteries.

In this dynamic landscape, one figure stood unwavering, unyielding before the immortal statue of his choice. It was none other than Qin Wentian, his determination resolute as he endeavored to unravel the profound battle art contained within.

Qin Wentian's body quivered incessantly in response to the relentless surge of bloodline power. Despite the relentless pressure, his expression remained unshaken, his focus unbroken. Not even the chaotic skirmishes nearby could distract him.

The rumbling echoes persisted as the battle will inundated his being. Finally, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the scene. Qin Wentian seemed to metamorphose into a youthful warlord, the intricate runic diagrams of battle wills etching themselves into his consciousness.

A resounding "BOOM" reverberated through the surroundings as the overwhelming battle intent surged into his mind. His body trembled violently on the stone platform, his eyes snapping open, now gleaming with an unmistakable intensity and indomitable battle spirit.

Yet, even as he absorbed the revelation, the intensity of the immortal statue's power reached a threshold that his will could no longer withstand. His mind was forcibly expelled from the statue's influence. The sheer might of this battle art was staggering; to glean its insights fully, one would need to achieve the immortal-foundation realm.

"Third-level Battle Art," Qin Wentian murmured in awe, showing his respect to the immortal statue. With a respectful bow, he descended from the platform, acknowledging the limits of his current comprehension.

As Qin Wentian departed, the attention of onlookers shifted to the vacant immortal statue. The ripple effect of his actions signaled the onset of yet another fervent contest.

"Senior, have you completed your comprehension as well?" Jun Mengchen, who had been absorbed in his own pursuit, happened to finish his own enlightenment.

"Yes, I'm feeling significantly stronger now," Qin Wentian replied with a smile, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. "I believe we may have a genuine chance at achieving our goals here."

Jun Mengchen's enthusiasm burned brightly, reflecting his newfound strength. However, their interaction did not go unnoticed, drawing the gaze of several others who silently pondered the unique dynamics at play within the Eastern Sage Cliff. They wondered how these dynamics would shift once everyone exited this place, and whether alliances formed here would persist beyond its boundaries.

Translator Note: *Before Qing'er was transported to a parallel world, a set of protective seals were meticulously placed upon her. This strategic measure served to ensure her safety in the event of the Evergreen Emperor's potential defeat, thwarting any attempts by his adversaries to locate her.