Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art

Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art . . .

Qin Wentian's voice reverberated through the air, its intensity sending shivers down the spines of all those who heard it. His words carried weight and truth.

Upon entering the underground palace, Qin Wentian hadn't ventured alone. Accompanying him were other remarkable individuals, including the likes of Xuan Xing and Xiao Lengyue. Yet, when the dust settled, it was Qin Wentian alone who had successfully mastered the elusive God's Hand, leaving the rest in his wake.

Within the ancient emperor's palace, an oracular chant was available for anyone willing to learn. Furthermore, Qin Wentian's earlier claims held true. With the presence of Xuan Xing and numerous witnesses during their time in the underground palace, any falsehoods on Qin Wentian's part would have been swiftly exposed. It was evident that he had played a pivotal role in rescuing his companions from that perilous place.

"It's astounding how formidable God's Hand truly is," some spectators silently contemplated. This level of mastery must have entailed immense difficulty, and Qin Wentian's success hinted at exceptional talent. The upcoming battle might herald a new name on the Immortal Ascension Rankings. Though Qin Wentian's current strength was a result of God's Hand, it was now an integral part of him, which could potentially secure him a rank on the list. The question remained: at what rank would Qin Wentian debut?

However, the mention of his name in such a derogatory manner by Qin Wentian provoked Xuan Xing's ire. A chilling aura enveloped him, and the Twin Stars Alliance's experts encircled Qin Wentian and his companions.

In this scenario, despite his victory against Ji Lanshan and the God Extermination Palace, the adversaries he faced now were even more daunting. Xiao Lengyue and her Xiao Sect associates, coupled with Xuan Xing and his Twin Stars Alliance supporters, posed an overwhelming challenge. Despite the might of God's Hand, Qin Wentian's cultivation level was still at the seventh level. Defying this formidable array would be akin to trying to move a mountain with bare hands. Even with wings, escaping seemed an insurmountable task.

In that electrifying moment, the audience couldn't help but indulge in wonder and speculation. What if Qin Wentian possessed the celestial prowess of Xuan Xing and Xiao Lengyue, both at the mighty ninth-level of Celestial Phenomenon, while wielding the formidable might of God's Hand? Could he, with such formidable powers combined, become an unstoppable force capable of sweeping aside all opposition?

Indeed, the awe-inspiring power of God's Hand was nothing short of fearsome, sending shivers down the spines of all who beheld it.

Amidst the encirclement of formidable adversaries, Qin Wentian expanded in size once more, his palm growing commensurately. Yet, as his stature increased, the radiant runic light emitted from his palm intensified, bathing the surroundings in its ethereal glow.

"I've no interest in indulging in trivial duels, fighting you one by one," Xuan Xing declared with a frosty tone. He pointed his finger directly at Qin Wentian, commanding, "Seize him."

"Ensure he survives," Xiao Lengyue added as a cautionary note. Experts from both factions promptly stepped forward, poised to apprehend Qin Wentian.

A wry smile played on Qin Wentian's lips as he was surrounded. Then, with a fierce gust of wind, he ascended into the sky. The experts from both sides followed suit, their powerful auras creating a tempestuous spectacle that seemed poised to wreak havoc upon the heavens and earth.

At that precise moment, a deep, resonating chant emanated from Qin Wentian's being. Its haunting, ancient tones imbued the winds with a sense of agelessness, intensifying their violent fury.

"With the chant of demonic divinities, the ancient will stretches through the skies. Gathering demonic qi from the eight directions, devouring astral energy from the starry skies…"

A tidal wave of demonic qi surged forth from Qin Wentian, the thunderous roars of his seething demonic blood echoing like an infernal maelstrom. Simultaneously, the otherworldly, predatory gazes of those in his wake transformed into trepidation and awe.

"Such potent demonic qi!" Gasps rippled through the crowd as a colossal figure appeared in the skies, exuding an overwhelming demonic aura. It was the figure of a massive roc, a harbinger of destruction.

"I unite and meld them as one, offering my mortal form as a vessel...TRANSFORM MY FATE INTO THAT OF A DEMON!"

Qin Wentian's incantation continued, ushering forth a celestial energy from the heavens above.

A resonant "Bzz!" accompanied the raging winds, culminating in an atmosphere charged with a sinister presence. The world itself seemed to darken as an immense, shadowy mass blotted out the heavens.

Before them all, a colossal, demonic roc unfurled its ebony wings, obscuring the sun and casting a pall over the land. It exuded a regal air, a king among rocs of ancient legend.

As the roc spread its wings and blocked out the sun, the audience's hearts quaked with tumultuous emotions. What was this astonishing spectacle unfolding before them?

Demonic qi surged relentlessly, while the howling gales grew fiercer. Then, a pair of towering, demonic eyes materialized—a pair of eyes that mirrored the same arrogance as Qin Wentian himself. They bore the aura of a sovereign of the skies, unrivaled in their dominion.

Those eyes were none other than Qin Wentian's!

"Demonic beast? How can this be? Qin Wentian's true form is that of a demonic beast?" Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. Could it be that another formidable demonic beast had graced the City of Ancient Emperors with its presence?

It was a spectacle that left the onlookers in awe and bewilderment. This transformation was unlike anything they had ever witnessed. Questions raced through their minds. Was Qin Wentian truly a demonic beast, or was this some extraordinary, supercharged demonic transformation technique at play?

If it was indeed a transformation, then Qin Wentian had reached a level of terrifying mastery. He seemed to possess the formidable might of both humans and demonic beasts, blending their comprehension abilities with the raw power of the latter. To top it off, he now wielded the wind-quick speed of a roc, creating a fusion that was nothing short of perfection.

Yet, the most astonishing revelation was that God's Hand still pulsed with life within his transformed state. One of his talon-like appendages gleamed in a vibrant violet-gold hue, unmistakably the embodiment of God's Hand. Its sheer size and power were poised to obliterate anything that dared cross its path.

The crowd watched in astonishment as their earlier speculations unfolded before their eyes. In this avian manifestation, Qin Wentian possessed the celestial prowess of the ninth-level of Celestial Phenomenon, bolstered further by the formidable might of God's Hand.

Xiao Lengyue and Xuan Xing were left speechless, their eyes transfixed on the colossal roc suspended in the heavens. How could Qin Wentian still possess such a formidable trump card?

"He's not a true demon. It's a demonic transformation technique, harnessing an immense external power source to forge a demonic body," Greedwolf explained, his voice cutting through the stunned silence.

"Regardless of whether he's a demon or not, his combat strength now defies comprehension," Xiao Lengyue murmured, her ranking at #6 on the Immortal Ascension Rankings notwithstanding. She knew better than to underestimate Qin Wentian, the wielder of the God's Hand secret art.

"He won't be able to maintain this form for long. Let's drain his energy first," Greedwolf suggested. Xiao Lengyue neither accepted nor declined the plan.

As the massive roc soared through the air, its mighty wings generated ferocious gusts that barreled toward those below. Qin Wentian's voice rang out with chilling authority, a stark reminder of his supremacy. "You were all chosen from the heavens by immortal kings and emperors. You should be the finest talents across the realms. Why squander your lives needlessly, fighting for another's cause? Is there any benefit in it? I can assure you, if I act, I won't show mercy."

His words, like an icy decree from a sovereign, resonated with unparalleled arrogance, causing the hearts of those assembled to waver. Both Xiao Lengyue and Xuan Xing appeared reluctant to intervene directly. Yet, the experts had already embarked on a perilous course, and retreat seemed impossible. They stood at the precipice, unsure of their next move, gripped by fear induced by Qin Wentian's ominous warning.

Then, a voice broke the standoff. Xia Qianhan from the Xiao Sect declared, "With so many experts here, do you really think we fear you? Your attempt to intimidate us is futile. TAKE HIM DOWN!" His command reverberated through the air, a signal to action. Violet-golden divine arrows burst forth, imbued with runic brilliance, racing toward the colossal roc in a dazzling display of power.

In the heat of the battle, Qin Wentian's colossal God's Hand descended, effortlessly intercepting the divine arrows aimed at him. These projectiles, brimming with power, proved futile against the might of the God's Hand.

With a resounding flap of his enormous wings, Qin Wentian vanished from view. Despite his massive size, he moved with a swiftness that seemed to defy the very fabric of space itself. The speed of a wind roc was unparalleled, living up to its reputation as a sovereign of the skies.

In a single stroke, the great roc appeared above the assembly of experts. His God's Hand descended like a cataclysmic force, shattering space itself with thunderous explosions. Several experts in mid-air were forcibly slammed into the ground, their bodies creating deep craters as bones cracked amidst agonizing screams.

"DISPERSE!" The experts rallied, launching simultaneous attacks in the form of colossal palm imprints and razor-sharp swords, all aimed at the enormous roc. However, with another flap of its wings, the roc disappeared in a blink before reappearing high above the battlefield.

"Unbelievable speed... he's too fast!" The spectators marveled at the breathtaking agility of the sky sovereign roc. It was a level of speed that seemed unmatched.

Qin Wentian, with his extensive training in roc-based techniques and the power of the Paragon Sky Roc's rune bone, wielded his transformed body with finesse.

Another flap of his wings summoned turbulent tornadoes in the air. A violet-golden spear materialized in his grip, and he thrust it with blinding speed. No one dared to face that attack head-on; in an instant, the experts scattered in all directions. The combination of speed and the crushing force of God's Hand made it an unstoppable force of destruction.

"God's Hand..." Xuan Xing's desire for this power grew even stronger. He resolved to go all out, even if it meant beheading Qin Wentian to obtain the secret art.

But at that moment, Xuan Xing locked eyes with a pair of chilling orbs. A beam of devastating light shot toward him with unimaginable speed.

Xuan Xing's body stiffened as he swiftly activated his constellation, taking the form of an ancient and marvelous diagram radiating divine might. "Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art!" he roared, unleashing Emperor Xuan's supreme mystical technique to its limit. An ancient mirror materialized in mid-air, exuding a unique and formidable energy.

The impact was explosive as Qin Wentian's spear crashed down, causing the ground beneath Xuan Xing to fracture. The pressure was overwhelming, and cracks appeared on the ancient mirror. Qin Wentian was hurled through the air, and when he recovered, he found that his violet-golden long spear had shattered, and even the God's Hand-infused talons trembled involuntarily.

"You reflected my attack back at me?" Qin Wentian's lofty gaze turned frigid. Was this the power of the #27 ranker on the Immortal Ascension Rankings, Xuan Xing, the son of the Xuan Emperor? The Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art possessed an unexpected and unique ability. The sheer force of Qin Wentian's attack had overwhelmed the ancient mirror, causing it to crack. It seemed on the brink of shattering.

With another burst of wind, Qin Wentian ascended once more, conjuring a spear radiating layers of destructive might from God's Hand. Xuan Xing, shaken but defiant, gazed up at the colossal roc with rage. "You dare?"

His Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art had no defense against another assault from Qin Wentian. The power of Qin Wentian's strike had reached an unprecedented peak!