Clear Sky Worldly Diagram

Clear Sky Worldly Diagram . . .

Qin Ta's voice, tinged with hoarseness, cut through the tense atmosphere. He underwent a staggering transformation, morphing into a colossal ten-meter giant, reminiscent of a heavenly deity. His disdainful gaze bore down upon Qin Wentian. Behind him, an imposing 1,000-meter giant's silhouette materialized, adding to the awe-inspiring spectacle.

Qin Ta, hailing from the Western Desert Prefecture, was the second-ranking participant and a member of the Heavenly God Race. Yet, in the recent battles, he suffered two consecutive defeats, a fact that couldn't be ignored. Now, Qin Wentian's audacity reached its zenith as he boldly challenged the two of them to face him simultaneously. His arrogance seemed unparalleled, defying all reason.

Ye Qianchen exuded an overwhelming sword aura as he advanced towards Qin Wentian, determined to prove himself in this final confrontation. Despite less-than-ideal performances in the previous rounds, he harbored the ambition to earn recognition from immortal kings, even if the title of Sage Child eluded him. But in this pivotal moment, he found himself relegated to a mere stepping stone in Qin Wentian's path.

The two of them reluctantly prepared to join forces against Qin Wentian, their intentions echoing in the ears of the banquet attendees. Qin Wentian's words left no room for ambiguity. And so, Qin Wentian would pay the price for his audacity.

With a resounding boom, a shimmering runic aura enveloped Qin Wentian's body, resembling a formidable fiendgod armor. He grew to a formidable ten-meter stature, matching the imposing presence of Qin Ta. A pair of golden roc wings unfurled behind him, each flap generating a tempestuous maelstrom that wreaked havoc in its wake.

His violet-gold astral soul materialized as his suppression constellation loomed in the heavens, radiating an irresistible oppressive force. In his right hand, he wielded a razor-sharp sword, its crimson hue reminiscent of a king's blade, capable of asserting dominion over the world.

In his colossal left palm, runic lights danced with fearsome power.

Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen closed in, their expressions growing colder with each step. The sheer might emanating from Qin Wentian left them apprehensive. He activated the immortal battle art, a radiant aura enveloping him, transforming him into an indomitable battle king.

A relentless series of booms echoed through the arena as Qin Wentian unleashed the third level of the battle art from the very outset. In that moment, he stood as an unparalleled monarch, his presence unmatched. Even Qin Ta, a member of the Heavenly God Race, felt the stifling weight of pressure bearing down on him. As for Ye Qianchen, doubt crept into his mind as he gazed at his own sword, questioning if it could truly contend with Qin Wentian's regal blade.

Now, as the battle truly commenced, they realized the true magnitude of Qin Wentian's audacious words. The unleashed might of Qin Wentian's trump cards left them less confident than before. Did this challenge to face both of them simultaneously stem from a momentary impulse?

Nonetheless, they had no alternative but to proceed. Qin Ta's palm strike enveloped the entire space, rendering everything else irrelevant. It was an immensely powerful move, capable of crushing ordinary opponents of the same level without mercy.

It was a revelation for both Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen, who could only truly grasp the extent of Qin Wentian's dominance when facing him in close combat. The intricate profundity and strength within their respective skills became palpable to Qin Wentian as well during this intense showdown.

Without hesitation, Qin Wentian's left palm surged forward, opting to confront the impending threat head-on. His palm radiated a dazzling array of runic light, harboring boundless strength capable of shattering everything in its path.

Simultaneously, Ye Qianchen sprang into action. His movements resembled a feather's grace and lightning's swiftness, as he unleashed a ferocious sword beam, aiming to cleave Qin Wentian in twain.

In response, Qin Wentian wielded his king sword with his right hand. His sword appeared deceptively slow, but at the critical moment, it unleashed a surging sword beam that arced through the heavens, descending to meet Ye Qianchen's formidable strike.

Palm met palm, sword clashed with sword. The cacophony of thunderous booms and slicing sounds intermingled, setting the pace for the explosive battle that ensued.

Suddenly, Qin Ta stomped the ground and surged toward Qin Wentian, while Ye Qianchen hastened his approach, intending to engage Qin Wentian in close combat.

Yet, with a powerful flap of his wings, Qin Wentian transformed into a dazzling wind roc, seemingly vanishing from sight.

Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen paused, baffled by Qin Wentian's sudden evasive maneuver. In the blink of an eye, he became an agile wind roc, his movements as swift as the wind itself. His left palm descended wrathfully toward Qin Ta, while his king sword swept menacingly toward Ye Qianchen.

Just as he had utilized the spear to dismantle Ruthless' expertise, which was also the spear, he now employed sheer strength against Qin Ta and wielded sword arts against Ye Qianchen. This battle had evolved beyond mere combat; it was a showcase of his prowess. He aimed to demonstrate how powerful he could be, using his opponents' strengths to conquer them utterly, silencing those who had doubted him due to the previous two rounds of testing.

In an earth-shaking collision, Qin Ta's palm met Qin Wentian's with sheer force. Qin Ta, a specialist from the Heavenly God Race with innate divine strength, felt a tremendous pressure bearing down upon him. Qin Wentian's palm strike resembled an indomitable force, brimming with boundless power, as weighty as a mountain.

With a single strike, Qin Wentian vanished once more, leaving Qin Ta no time to launch another attack with his other palm.

Qin Wentian levitated in the air, bathed in the violet-gold light of his constellation. Countless golden suppression figures materialized in the air, resembling divine entities.

"I told you before, neither of you is my match," Qin Wentian remarked faintly. His figure flickered, shooting rapidly upward, akin to a golden beam of light, ascending to dizzying heights in mere moments.

A deafening rumble filled the skies a moment later, rattling eardrums and causing the air to churn. Spectators gazed skyward, witnessing the crescendo of noise and fury.

In the distance, a brilliant golden flash illuminated the heavens.

"RUMBLE~!" The deafening cacophony grew increasingly terrifying, riveting the spectators' eyes on the impending spectacle. Before them, an awe-inspiring figure bathed in resplendent light hurtled downward with astonishing speed, akin to a bolt of golden lightning.

Not only did this figure exhibit incredible speed, but the sheer force of his descent radiated such power that it felt as though the apocalypse itself had arrived. Qin Ta, now transformed into a heavenly god, felt his eardrums nearly shatter from the volume of this thunderous approach. Staring at the colossal figure hurtling toward him, his heart trembled uncontrollably as he questioned whether he could withstand such a formidable strike.

Ye Qianchen's heart shook as well.

In this pivotal moment, they witnessed hundreds of incarnations of Qin Wentian materialize, blotting out the entire sky. Even the heavens themselves seemed on the verge of crumbling under this immense presence.

"ARGHHH!" Qin Ta's howl reverberated, his will teetering on the brink of shattering. Even in the preceding trials, he had never tasted such despair.

Having already suffered two defeats, he could ill afford another loss. Yet, facing an attack of this magnitude, how could he possibly emerge victorious? Was there any hope of preserving his life?

"I CONCEDE!" Qin Ta roared, taking the unprecedented step of conceding, unable to summon the courage to continue the fight.

This resounding proclamation of surrender sent shockwaves through Ye Qianchen as well. Confronted with the imminent approach of this cataclysmic assault, he too roared, "I ADMIT DEFEAT!"

As Ye Qianchen's voice echoed, the numerous incarnations dissipated, leaving only one behind. In the distance, a thunderous explosion marked the moment Qin Wentian redirected his formidable attack.

"Bzz!" A fierce gust of wind whistled. Qin Wentian halted in mid-air, his imposing 100-meter stature a sight to behold. He had forcefully arrested the devastating assault. Casting his gaze upon Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen below, he knew that the objectives of this battle had been achieved.

Prior to this, he had bested Ruthless, the disciple of the Undefeatable Devil King. Now, by defeating both Qin Ta and Ye Qianchen in a single battle, he had claimed victory over three participants.

Before him, only Gusu Tianqi, Hua Taixu, Feather King, and Mo Wen remained.

"How formidable! This final battle has become a stage for the three of them to prove themselves, erasing the stigma of their previous rankings," the spectators marveled, witnessing Qin Wentian's strength compel two formidable participants to concede. The sheer magnitude of his power was astonishing.

Now, only a few could potentially stand in his way. Perhaps only Gusu Tianqi possessed the strength to challenge him.

As for the top performers from the earlier rounds, Gusu Tianqi and Hua Taixu, they had yet to reveal their true prowess in this final battle. It was widely speculated that both of them were extraordinarily formidable. One couldn't help but wonder if they could withstand the might of Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian turned his gaze toward the ongoing battle between Jun Mengchen and Feather King, as well as the duel between Zi Qingxuan and Ruthless. Both contests were reaching their climaxes, and the spectacle unfolding before him left Qin Wentian somewhat astonished.

In the midst of the battle's intensity, Jun Mengchen found himself suspended in mid-air, a breathtaking tableau of a clear sky forming behind him. Or rather, it was more than that—it was a fragment of a world, a Clear Sky Worldly Diagram. Within this diagram, discernible energy fluctuations pulsed, as if Jun Mengchen had complete dominion over the very essence of this encapsulated realm.

"BOOM!" A palpable weight descended upon the heavens and the earth, prompting all the immortal kings to rise in astonishment, their eyes riveted on the extraordinary transformation unfolding within Jun Mengchen.

"Oh my god, this is..." Even the Undying Immortal King, who had witnessed countless eons, couldn't restrain his shocked exclamation as he gazed upon Jun Mengchen in awe.

"Old Man Immortal King..." The audience turned their attention to the venerable figure, their faces marked by confusion and curiosity. Sharp glimmers of uncertainty danced in their eyes. What precisely was transpiring here?

"There's no doubt about it; it's truly him! Who would have thought that such a figure would grace this immortal banquet?" The Undying Immortal King's eyes widened in astonishment. Dongsheng Ting's gaze sharpened, and even Princess Glaze, seated beside him, abruptly straightened, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes.

Could this be the person her father, the White Emperor, had been diligently seeking?

"His attacks still remain rather rudimentary. It's likely he hasn't even realized the full extent of his potential. Congratulations, Your Highness, for this time, His Majesty has truly discovered an exceptional disciple." The Undying Immortal King spoke with a touch of envy in his voice. The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor had undoubtedly unearthed a gem this time. Yet, ironically, not long ago, his very own son had been intentionally targeting and making life difficult for Jun Mengchen, a fact that now seemed laughable.