Group Battle

Group Battle . . .

As Qin Wentian's thoughts danced with the image of Qing'er, a playful glint sparked in the lady's eyes. With a knowing smile, she posed a question that carried a hint of intrigue, "Could it be that you harbor a secret affection for Princess Qing'er?"

Qin Wentian couldn't help but return the lady's smile, his response laced with a gentle nod. "I suppose you could say that. Do you happen to know where I might find her?"

The lady's gaze turned contemplative as she shook her head. "Alas, Princess Qing'er hasn't aligned herself with any faction in the City of Ancient Emperors, and her movements remain shrouded in mystery. Given the vast expanse of this place, tracking her down won't prove a simple task." She continued, "Nevertheless, as one of the top three most remarkable women within the City of Ancient Emperors, her list of suitors extends beyond what you could imagine."

Gratitude filled Qin Wentian's smile as he replied, "Thank you for the information."

Jun Mengchen's curiosity then bubbled to the surface, leading him to inquire, "Who are these three most exceptional women in the City of Ancient Emperors?"

The lady graciously embarked on introductions. "Princess Qing'er, ranked #5, is the daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor and wields the might of the ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon. She possesses an innate immortal king physique." As her words flowed, Qin Wentian and his companions cast their eyes toward the jade slip, confirming Qing'er's esteemed rank.

The lady's narrative continued, shifting the spotlight to the woman ranked #3. "The Holy Maiden of the Southern Phoenix Clan, Nanfeng Yunxi, stands as a beacon of fame. She, too, boasts a ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivation and bears the nirvana blood within."

Intriguingly, the lady also unveiled the identity of the Immortal Ascension Rankings' sixth ranker. "Allow me to direct your attention to the #6 rank, Xiao Lengyue. She is the daughter of Emperor Xiao and hails from the western realms of the immortal domains. Like her peers, her cultivation rests at the ninth level of Celestial Phenomenon."

The lady's words painted a vivid picture of the ranking landscape, revealing that many at the top were direct descendants of immortal emperors. It became evident that most rankers within the Immortal Ascension Rankings had ascended to the pinnacle of Celestial Phenomenon.

Jun Mengchen, ever the inquisitive soul, couldn't resist posing a lighthearted question. "Among these three remarkable women, who is the fairest of them all?" His words elicited a sharp glance from Zi Qingxuan, standing nearby.

The lady's answer carried a sense of diplomatic neutrality. "Each possesses their own unique allure and beauty. Nonetheless, since your friend here has an affinity for Princess Qing'er, it might be wise to tread lightly in the presence of Xiao Lengyue. Rumor has it that, after being surpassed by Princess Qing'er in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, Xiao Lengyue became rather displeased and sought a confrontation to assert her superior strength. Unfortunately, Princess Qing'er remained uninterested, and the two have yet to meet. Now, Xiao Lengyue tirelessly searches for her rival."

Their conversation took an exciting turn when Jun Mengchen's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I truly look forward to meeting these remarkable women," he exclaimed with enthusiasm. Qin Wentian nodded in agreement, expressing his gratitude once more.

With graceful courtesy, the lady escorted them from the Ancient Emperor Tower. The atmosphere remained congenial, and the lady's demeanor reflected an elegant charm.

Stepping outside, Qin Wentian surveyed the vast expanses before him. His perception, channeled through the jade slip, unveiled the true magnitude of this place. It spanned a realm as vast as a particle world, a wilderness replete with forests, ancient mountains, lakes, rivers, and enigmatic ruins.

Jun Mengchen, ever the candid soul, couldn't resist venturing into the realm of personal curiosity. With a mischievous grin, he inquired, "Senior Brother Qin, is there something more between you and Princess Qing'er? You've never mentioned this before."

A soft smile played upon Qin Wentian's lips as he nodded in agreement. Though he couldn't instantly reunite with Qing'er, the knowledge that they were both within the same city brought warmth to his heart. He cherished this proximity, savoring the closeness they now shared, a stark contrast to the distance of their previous farewell in his particle world.

Jun Mengchen couldn't help but join in on the moment. His eyes twinkled with curiosity as he remarked, "Princess Qing'er must be quite something if you're wearing that smile."

Qin Wentian's gaze shifted to the horizon, where the sun cast its golden embrace upon his handsome features. Beside him, Zi Qingxuan's curiosity mirrored Jun Mengchen's. Rarely did they see Qin Wentian wear such a radiant expression, one tinged with longing.

However, amidst this tender moment, Qin Wentian's brows furrowed. His gaze veered toward a group of approaching figures, their presence unmistakably intent upon them. The leader, a young man with eyes gleaming like molten gold, appeared to possess an uncanny perception. His stare locked onto Qin Wentian, and as swiftly as it intensified, it reverted to a sharp clarity.

The crowned young man from the God Extermination Palace, encountered earlier, accompanied this group, two more experts trailing behind. Their collective attention now fixated upon Qin Wentian and his companions.

Without hesitation, Qin Wentian and his comrades took to the skies, soaring into the distance. Suspicion lingered in Zi Qingxuan's words as she said, "His eyes... they held a sinister edge. I believe he may be the one tracking us."

Jun Mengchen, with his sixth-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivation, was the slowest among them, but his companions made up for his speed. Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan, both seventh-level ascendants, outpaced him.

Amidst the resonating rumbles, a surge of power coursed through Qin Wentian's veins. He unleashed a destructive energy, summoning forth a demonic beast from his bloodline. Purgatory, the vermillion bird, materialized, with wings of gold and flames of red and black. A perpetual shroud of demonic light enveloped the creature.

Purgatory circled around Qin Wentian's head, its presence palpable and eager. With a clear command, Qin Wentian beckoned, "Hop on."

The trio mounted Purgatory, which unfurled its wings and ascended with blistering speed.

One of the young men, eyeing their flight with covetous intent, couldn't contain his greed. He muttered, "A vermillion bird demonic beast, splendid!"

Jun Mengchen pondered their options. "Senior Brother, should we fight them?"

Qin Wentian considered their situation carefully. "They're eighth-level ascendants, and their aura is formidable. In this City of Ancient Emperors, there are no weaklings. A direct confrontation might prove challenging."

Qin Wentian weighed the odds, noting that Jun Mengchen's cultivation lagged behind. The City of Ancient Emperors was a realm filled with geniuses, and the disparity in strength was a formidable barrier. Their adversaries were all absolute talents, drawing closer to achieving an immortal foundation.

As their pursuers bore down upon them, the situation grew tense. The crowned young man among them commanded, "Unleash your Windstorm Manifestation!"

Instantly, one of the group summoned their constellation, generating a destructive tornado that enveloped them. The tempest transformed into a barrage of razor-sharp winds, hurtling toward Qin Wentian's party.

Without hesitation, Qin Wentian summoned another of his unique manifestations. He beckoned, "It's time to wake up, Little Rascal!"

The sleepy little puppy appeared, seemingly disoriented. It yawned, protesting, "Stop bothering me, you're the rascal here." Ever since parting ways with the Medicine Sovereign, it had slept for years, reluctant to awaken until now.

Qin Wentian's voice carried a touch of authority as he addressed Little Rascal. "I've been nourishing you with my blood essence daily, ensuring your growth. Now, it's time for you to contribute. Handle their constellations."

Little Rascal, appearing groggy, rubbed its eyes with its paw. As it expanded in size, an aura of ferocity emanated from it. Its head was surrounded by a shimmering halo of golden light, reminiscent of a fearsome demon king.

Perching itself on Purgatory's tail, Little Rascal let out a thunderous roar. In an instant, a formidable vortex materialized before it, forcefully consuming the windstorm constellation unleashed by their pursuers.

The onlookers were astonished. "What kind of demonic beast is that? It can devour constellation energy?" Their expressions betrayed a mixture of shock and disbelief. Could this creature be a celestial devourer, capable of consuming even constellations?

In a matter of moments, the once-blasting windstorm transformed into gentle breezes, devoid of any destructive force.

Curiosity piqued, Qin Wentian inquired, "Little Rascal, what's your current level of cultivation?"

Scratching its head, Little Rascal replied with a shrug, "I don't know." It seemed as baffled as Qin Wentian himself.

Suddenly, a barrage of golden chakrams shot toward them from the crowned young man. Little Rascal, roaring with fury, once again opened its maw, devouring the incoming projectiles. Qin Wentian watched in amazement. When did Little Rascal become this potent? Evidently, his efforts in nurturing it with his blood essence hadn't been in vain.

Both Little Rascal and Purgatory had thrived thanks to the power of his bloodline.

"It seems we can take them on," Qin Wentian muttered. "Prepare for battle!"

With Jun Mengchen leading the charge, the trio readied themselves for combat. Jun Mengchen's aura surged, his constellation manifesting around him. Zi Qingxuan transformed into a divine falcon, adorned with a vibrant violet-golden glow.

Purgatory halted its flight, and the three of them executed an abrupt about-face. Qin Wentian's body expanded to over ten meters, his annihilating constellation casting an imposing presence. Golden figures of suppression rained down from the constellation, saturating the atmosphere with overwhelming pressure.

The young man with the crown unleashed his spear-bearing constellation, and colossal golden chakrams streaked through the air, capable of annihilating everything.

An eighth-level ascendant, standing at an imposing three meters with greenish-black eyes, summoned a fearsome constellation. A monstrous being with multiple arms materialized behind him, radiating boundless strength. With a deafening roar, it charged relentlessly toward Qin Wentian and his companions.

Meanwhile, the windstorm user went berserk, unleashing an intensified tempest. Thunder and a formidable sword aura emanated from the windstorm, slicing through the void at alarming speed.

The battlefield crackled with chaos as the four eighth-level ascendants showcased their awe-inspiring might.

Little Rascal's roars echoed through the skies, accompanied by its ever-expanding form. Its snarls were met with a devouring vortex that grew in size, hungrily consuming all attacks launched by their opponents' constellations.

The crowned young man observed the situation and concluded, "This demonic beast is impervious to constellation attacks and can even devour our constellation energy. Brute force is our only option." However, he had little time to delve into further analysis.

In the heat of battle, Purgatory unleashed torrents of scorching hellfire, while Zi Qingxuan summoned a legion of divine falcons to assail their foes. Jun Mengchen's Chaotic World King Punch reverberated with a commanding aura fit for a king.

The aerial combat escalated rapidly, attracting the attention of spectators below. Onlookers craned their necks, wearing expressions of intrigue and amusement as they reveled in the unfolding drama.