Six Tiers, Three Grades

Six Tiers, Three Grades . . .

The heavens quaked with thunderous reverberations as Mo Xie advanced, each of his strides a seismic event, unleashing a torrential surge of power that swept across the landscape like raging waves.

The onlooking geniuses stood in awe, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Mo Xie's aura. Despite Jun Mengchen's formidable skills, he had been sent hurtling away with a single strike. This spoke volumes about Mo Xie's current might. His strength was nothing short of overwhelming.

In response, Nanfeng Yunxi and Qing'er boldly stepped forward, blocking Mo Xie's path. His eyes gleamed with an icy, fearsome light as he addressed the two formidable women before him, "Step aside. I have no desire to harm women."

Qing'er emanated a formidable presence, her mastery of spatial energy on full display. Brilliant, multicolored sparks swirled around her, creating a breathtaking and intimidating spectacle.

Simultaneously, a crimson radiance burst forth through the air. Nanfeng Yunxi's aura was equally astonishing. An ethereal image of an ancient phoenix materialized behind her, and her unparalleled beauty left spectators spellbound. These two extraordinary women, embodying both power and beauty, positioned themselves resolutely in front of Qin Wentian, determined to thwart Mo Xie.

As the radiant light from the statues continued to envelop Qin Wentian, an influx of energy surged into him. His mind was inundated with visions from a bygone era, and gradually, ancient characters etched themselves directly into his consciousness. A resonating hum filled the air, and the voice of wisdom echoed.

"Immortal foundations are categorized into six tiers, further divided into three grades. The initial three tiers constitute the Mortal Grade, the fourth tier is known as the Immortal King Grade, the fifth tier is the Immortal Emperor Grade, and finally, the sixth tier attains the Saint Grade. Shattering an immortal foundation leads to an elevation in grade: shatter the mortal to become immortal, shatter the immortal to attain the saint."

In Qin Wentian's mind, the ancient voice resounded. Immortal-foundation experts first established their foundations, and the voice elucidated the classifications based on this process.

The fourth and fifth tiers held the esteemed titles of King and Emperor Grades, respectively.

The legendary sixth tier—an immortal foundation of the saintly grade! It was a status whispered about in awe and reverence across the realms of cultivation.

To attain such a sacred foundation, one had to first forge an exceptional physique. This wasn't just a choice but an imperative prerequisite for anyone aspiring to reach the saint-grade level.

Shattering one's own foundation was an excruciating process, steeped in unbearable torment. Each shattering was akin to a rebirth, a baptism in pain and agony. Without an immensely resilient physique, shattering an immortal foundation would surely lead to one's death. Consequently, obtaining the inheritance would be futile for those unable to establish a supreme physique.

Absorbing the wealth of knowledge flooding into his mind, Qin Wentian fixed his gaze on Mo Xie. His own formidable aura surged forth, and his body radiated a resplendent light as he activated the power of the God's Hand in preparation for the impending battle.

Yet, Mo Xie's aura was equally daunting and overpowering. His entire form gleamed with a dark golden brilliance, an embodiment of invincibility. The sheer strength residing within his physique had reached an insurmountable pinnacle.

Mo Xie took another step forward, and his dark golden radiance transformed into a barrage of razor-sharp blades, shooting forth. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on Qing'er and Nanfeng Yunxi. "Should this man dare to lay claim to my inheritance, I shall reclaim it by any means necessary. If you two choose to obstruct me, do not expect mercy."

With those words, Mo Xie raised his hand, unleashing a formidable surge of devilish tribulation energy. Devils materialized instantly, advancing menacingly toward Qing'er and Nanfeng Yunxi. While these two powerful women could contend with Mo Xie, the same could not be said for Hua Taixu and Zi Qingxuan, whose lower cultivation levels rendered them as vulnerable as Jun Mengchen. All three were sent hurtling away by Mo Xie's unstoppable force.

Chi! Chi! Qing'er and Nanfeng Yunxi retaliated in unison, releasing countless razor-sharp spatial swords infused with traces of profound law energy, tearing through the very fabric of space itself. However, Mo Xie's attacks were anything but feeble. The sky itself turned a dark shade of gold, his devilish tribulation force brimming with devastating power that effortlessly negated Qing'er's assault. His strength was relentless, brutally dominating the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Nanfeng Yunxi harnessed the fiery might of an ancient phoenix, an unrelenting force that consumed everything in its path. Yet, her efforts, too, were thwarted by Mo Xie. The clash between their powers gave birth to a tempest, radiating in all directions from the epicenter. The sheer might of this cataclysm was akin to an apocalyptic event, compelling all nearby geniuses to retreat hastily. They could only watch in awe, understanding the perilous combat prowess of the three combatants.

BANG! BANG! The deafening sounds continued unabated. Qing'er and Nanfeng Yunxi were eventually pushed back, a surge of dark energy penetrating their defenses, causing them to groan in pain, crimson stains marking the corners of their lips.

Spectators, though sympathetic, remained immobilized by fear. While they would typically rush to assist, the adversary before them was none other than Mo Xie himself. Who could muster the courage to challenge him?

Qin Wentian had seized Mo Xie's inheritance, and Mo Xie was resolute in his determination to exact retribution.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Mo Xie's furious bellow reverberated through the air, a seismic wave of menacing aura shaking the very heavens.

Qing'er's ebony tresses danced wildly in the wind, and in that fleeting moment, an aura of unparalleled dread glinted within her eyes. It was as if intricate diagrams had etched themselves onto her very soul. Shortly thereafter, a titanic surge of power erupted from within her, an intensity that bordered on the unimaginable.

The onlookers' hearts quivered as they gazed upon the transformation in Qing'er's eyes. Those eyes, they were nothing short of terrifying, harboring a trace of something otherworldly. The pupils themselves seemed to have taken on the form of an unfolding lotus, a concealed power waiting to be unshackled.

RUMBLE! Beams of brilliance burst forth from Qing'er's eyes, pulsating with a formidable penetrative force, thrusting directly at Mo Xie. The impact was nothing short of spectacular, akin to her eyes wielding the power to vanquish an ordinary genius.

A puzzled expression washed over Mo Xie. His body boasted an indestructible nature, and his defenses were impregnable. By all rights, no ninth-level ascendant could rival him in terms of sheer resilience. His vitality surged with boundless vigor, and his defense reached staggering heights. Yet, against Qing'er's relentless onslaught, his once impenetrable exterior displayed alarming signs of vulnerability.

The relentless onslaught showed no sign of abating. The sheer volume of radiance was enough to obscure the surroundings.

Beyond the shimmering golden irises, a fearsome vortex of darkness loomed within Mo Xie's eyes. His cold stare remained affixed to Qing'er, radiating a power that seemed capable of swallowing the very fabric of existence itself. What would be the consequences should he eliminate the daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, the protege of Matriarch Ji?

A sudden glint of ruthlessness sparkled within Mo Xie's eyes. He took a decisive step forward, each stride reverberating through the earth itself. His strength had soared to the zenith of immortality; no further ascension remained.

A resounding crash echoed as Mo Xie charged directly at Qing'er. His actions sent shockwaves through the hearts of many. Astonishingly, Mo Xie had forsaken his initial target, Qin Wentian, in favor of Qing'er. Could Mo Xie truly harbor such audacity? Given his unrestrained tendencies, it seemed entirely plausible. Mo Xie was a figure notorious for his ruthless exploits, his audacious feats eclipsing those of the faint-hearted.

With unparalleled might, Mo Xie gathered his prodigious strength, then unleashed it with breathtaking intensity. A formidable devil, its monstrous form a grotesque distortion of malevolence, surged menacingly toward Qing'er.

Within Qing'er's eyes, the diabolic brilliance intensified. A kaleidoscope of hues burst forth, encapsulating the entire battleground. An enigmatic lotus unfurled its petals, a force exceeding Qing'er's current strength surging from its core.

Spectators remained transfixed in disbelief as a whirlwind of colors enveloped Qing'er. Her obsidian locks swirled in the tempestuous winds, an embodiment of sheer, unrelenting power.

The cataclysmic clash resounded through the heavens and the earth once more. Their dueling might created a maelstrom of devastation, an unrelenting tempest tearing through everything in its path. Yet, amid the chaos, Mo Xie's furious roar pierced the tumultuous air. He surged forward with unwavering determination, a boundless aura emanating from him, seemingly endless and indestructible.

Qing'er, prepared for the impending collision, suddenly found an unexpected ally at her side. A colossal power surged forth as the awe-inspiring God's Hand materialized. Qin Wentian had arrived, and his mastery of the God's Hand appeared even more awe-inspiring than before. His strikes carried an overwhelming force, threatening to shatter the very fabric of reality, as his power nullified Mo Xie's impending attack.

BOOM! The thunderous clash rent the air asunder, obliterating Mo Xie's assault once again. Nearby geniuses watched in astonishment as Qin Wentian's combat prowess underwent a dramatic transformation, rendering him capable of thwarting Mo Xie's onslaught.

Following Qin Wentian's assault, Qing'er's eyes emitted a radiance that ensnared Mo Xie. The luminous energy took on the form of a mysterious and enchanting spatial lotus, releasing bursts of spatial killing energy that surged towards Mo Xie.

In a fit of rage, Mo Xie's dark golden radiance intensified, and he strode forward, attempting every conceivable maneuver to escape the spatial confines. It was as if he had walked into a meticulously laid trap, and there was no apparent way out.

BOOM! Nanfeng Yunxi, too, launched her attack at that precise moment. A boundless crimson luminescence transformed into flames of annihilation, hurtling toward Mo Xie amid the resounding cry of an ancient phoenix.

Mo Xie's gaze darkened, his eyes locked onto the impending attacks, and his constellation manifested before him, shielding him from the imminent harm. His focus, however, remained fixed on Qing'er, baffled by the extent of her newfound power.

In the aerial battleground, Qin Wentian materialized, a supreme suppression constellation surrounding him. It fragmented into countless suppression figures, descending upon the earth. His countenance remained icy, every ounce of his strength directed toward the God's Hand, poised for an overwhelming strike.

The oppressive force emanating from the God's Hand became nearly unbearable at this point.

"DEATH!" Qin Wentian bellowed with unfettered fury as he executed his attack. This time, the colossal palm imprints transformed into relentless suppression figures, each brimming with boundless, irresistible might, charging fiercely at Mo Xie.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! Mo Xie, breaking free from the spatial restraints, soared into the heavens. His fist blurred through the void, hurtling toward Qin Wentian. In the same breath, Qin Wentian's God's Hand descended with unrelenting force, an overwhelming aura of annihilation permeating the surroundings. Thunderous booms reverberated, and Mo Xie's punch disintegrated completely. Qin Wentian's strike remained unimpeded, hurtling directly at him. Desperation overcame Mo Xie, his arms desperately rising to shield against the incoming onslaught. With a deafening crack, a powerful shockwave emanated from Mo Xie's body, as though something had ruptured within him. As the energy from Qin Wentian's attack dissipated, Mo Xie could no longer contain the torrent, coughing up a spatter of fresh blood!