Gigantify

Gigantify . . . 

Qin Wentian sliced through the air like a living comet, streaking across the distant reaches of the Sky Connecting Realm. In these far-flung territories, secrets often lay hidden, concealed within the labyrinthine landscapes. However, this was no sacred haven of cultivation where practitioners could convene and share their knowledge. Instead, it was a desolate expanse, a forsaken wilderness where few dared to tread. Here, solitude reigned supreme, and encounters with fellow cultivators were as rare as a comet's appearance in the night sky.

Locating someone amid this vast emptiness was a task as daunting as scaling the very heavens. Yet, Qin Wentian's visage betrayed no signs of distress. Since his return, his singular purpose had been to reunite with his cherished comrades. He refused to allow them to continue their scattered flight, pursued relentlessly by their relentless adversaries.

From Li Yufeng's accounts, he gleaned the grim truth. Following their defeat in the Sky Connecting Realm, his friends had dispersed, each fleeing in disparate directions. The White Tiger Alliance had been forced to deploy smaller hunting parties to track them down, bolstering their chances of success. The direness of the situation was not lost on him. His friends could only hope to outrun their pursuers, evading capture at all costs.

Qin Wentian harbored no inclination to delay. His determination to locate his companions surged with an urgency that brooked no delay.

At his current velocity, he resembled a lightning bolt, an indomitable force cleaving through the heavens. His immortal senses radiated outward, an unrelenting search for familiar souls. Yet, despite his efforts, the vast expanse yielded no sign of those he sought.

He understood that the time was not yet ripe. His friends had undoubtedly retreated deep into the recesses of these desolate lands. Finding them would be a task fraught with hardship, an ordeal he willingly undertook.

Time flowed, carrying him deeper into the wilderness, his unwavering resolve propelling him forward.

Unbeknownst to Qin Wentian, not far from his location, members of the Southern Phoenix Clan grappled with pursuers from the White Tiger Alliance and the Violet Emperor Sect. Three holy maidens, possessing moderate cultivation levels, found themselves outnumbered by four adversaries, the most formidable among them at the eighth level.

One of the White Tigers voiced a query, "Should we alert the others?"

A disciple of the Violet Emperor Sect chuckled with a sinister glint in his eyes. "Taking down these three holy maidens shouldn't pose a challenge. If we notify the rest, when will we get our share of the spoils? The pursuit of these beauties is a rare opportunity. We can savor their company in these desolate lands before we eliminate them. Our secret will be safe, for who would believe that we were the culprits? In any case, we won't confess to it in the outside world."

Cultivation was indeed a taxing endeavor, and the allure of these exquisite maidens proved impossible to resist. Moreover, how many would dare to lay a hand on the holy maidens of the Southern Phoenix Clan? These were women of unparalleled grace and allure, a temptation few could withstand.

In the heart of this desolate wilderness, a chilling encounter was unfolding. The air was thick with tension as a group of white tigers, bearing malevolent grins, surrounded three holy maidens from the Southern Phoenix Clan. A grim fate loomed over them, casting a shadow that seemed impossible to escape.

Amidst the group of white tigers, one of them voiced his discontent, his words laden with resentment. "You've seen it, haven't you? The two of them in our group chose to immerse themselves in cultivation while we brave the wilds, hunting down these fugitives. They couldn't care less about our plight. Well, if that's the way they want it, we should seize this opportunity for ourselves."

The three holy maidens, their faces drained of color, exchanged knowing glances. A flicker of determination danced in their eyes. If capture was inevitable, they resolved to ignite their nirvanic flames. Death would be a preferable fate to the torment that awaited them in the hands of their ruthless pursuers.

As tension crackled in the air, a palpable aura of dread gripped the scene. The holy maidens, their bodies cloaked in phoenix flames, unfurled wings of fire from their backs. They summoned their immortal-foundations, causing an array of crimson spears to manifest, thrusting forward with fierce determination.

The four adversaries opposing them wore wicked smiles, an air of sadistic anticipation hanging about them. Swiftly, they closed in, encircling the three holy maidens. One of the white tigers charged into close combat, seeking to dismantle their foundations before launching any further attack.

The moment combat erupted, the entire area quaked. The rivers surged, and the surrounding trees crumbled under the tumultuous forces at play.

The three holy maidens fought valiantly against their four assailants, who boasted superior cultivation levels. Despite their courage and resilience, the inexorable gap in strength proved insurmountable. Gradually, their bodies bore the weight of heavy injuries. Delicate and fragile, they quivered, blood staining their lips as their immortal-foundations shuddered, bearing visible cracks. Their complexions grew ashen, devoid of vitality.

A white tiger, leering with malevolence, issued a vile ultimatum. "Surrender yourselves and offer no resistance. If you provide us with satisfactory service, we may spare you from the embrace of death."

The three holy maidens exchanged glances, determination etched in their eyes.

Suddenly, an eighth-level white tiger materialized before them. He raised his hand, effortlessly shattering the immortal-foundation of one of the maidens. With a sinister grin, he hoisted her into the air.

The remaining two holy maidens gasped, their eyes filled with dread. The sound of fabric being torn asunder reverberated through the air.

Meanwhile, as this horrifying tableau unfolded, the earth itself trembled beneath their feet. The ground quivered, rivers roared in upheaval, and the forest seemed to quake in unison. A resonant hum emanated from beneath the very surface, growing ever more intense.

In the midst of this harrowing moment, when one of the holy maidens had her immortal-foundation breached and her robes torn asunder, the earth convulsed. An earthquake shook the region, coinciding with the cries of the other two maidens.

Yet, the trembling earth barely registered in the minds of the three holy maidens. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the maiden who had been captured. She was a holy maiden of the Southern Phoenix Clan, and the prospect of her purity being desecrated by a white tiger filled her with unspeakable horror. She tilted her head and gazed skyward, her eyes transfixed by something on the horizon.

The white tiger captor couldn't help but sneer. "We've caught one of you. If the two of you dare to ignite your nirvanic flames, you can only imagine what we'll do to her." His threat hung in the air, directed at the remaining two holy maidens. The flames surrounding them crackled in a volatile manner, reflecting their inner turmoil.

But in a sudden turn of events, the holy maiden who had been captured broke her silence. Her chilling words left her captors bewildered, convinced that she had lost her mind. Their doomsday? Had she succumbed to madness?

The other two maidens exchanged uneasy glances. The tremors in the earth intensified, and when their eyes focused on the horizon, their expressions mirrored that of their captured companion, frozen in shock and disbelief.

A chilling standoff unfolded in the desolate wilderness, the atmosphere fraught with tension. One of the holy maidens, her voice trembling with defiance, declared, "You're all doomed."

The white tiger's brow knitted in irritation at her words. As the earth beneath them continued to tremble, he cast an uneasy gaze skyward, his expression souring instantly. Hovering in the heavens, an ominous sight loomed—a colossal, terrifying head whose enormity defied comprehension. The ground quivered with each thunderous step, reverberating with the power of each colossal stride.

This colossal figure, none other than Qin Wentian himself.

In a remarkable transformation, Qin Wentian had assumed the guise of a towering giant. The boundless stretches of the desolate terrain demanded such an extraordinary form. Enlarged to a staggering height of over ten thousand feet, each of his monumental steps sent shockwaves through the earth, obliterating mountains and gouging craters with every footprint.

His massive figure blazed with dazzling light, a beacon that pierced the farthest reaches of the land. His grandiose size, an inconceivable spectacle, made him visible from afar—a celestial constellation among the heavens, beckoning his comrades to find him.

However, Qin Wentian's newfound stature did not grant him omniscience. While he could be seen by those in the distance, his own vision remained limited. To him, distant objects were mere specks, rendered indiscernible by the vastness of his surroundings.

The four adversaries who had been tormenting the holy maidens now spotted Qin Wentian. Panic seized them, but their hope was short-lived. They quickly realized that Qin Wentian's colossal form came with a critical limitation—he couldn't perceive them from his towering height. To him, they were like minuscule grains of sand on a vast shore, invisible to his gaze.

The white tiger chortled cruelly, his voice dripping with malice. "Do you girls harbor hopes of rescue? Can he even see us?" The holy maidens, their spirits crushed, faced a grim fate. One of them, her resolve unbroken, intensified her phoenix flames, igniting her own nirvanic blood.

"Wait for me," she whispered as a towering column of flame erupted skyward. Her nirvanic blood soared like a phoenix, its enormous phantom blotting out the heavens. The surrounding temperature surged, and a crimson radiance bathed the area in its fiery glow.

Witnessing this breathtaking spectacle, the white tiger's face paled. The four tormentors soon realized that Qin Wentian, while formidable, remained oblivious to their presence. Panic surged as Qin Wentian's colossal figure bore down upon them, intensifying the earth's tremors with every colossal stride.

"Finish her!" The commanding roar echoed across the desolate landscape as the colossal figure hurtled toward the lone holy maiden who still stood defiant, ready to fight.

A thunderous explosion shattered the eerie silence as the holy maiden, her body engulfed in searing flames, ascended into the heavens. Her fiery ascent halted the four tormentors in their tracks, their faces contorted with a mixture of dread and disbelief. With steely resolve, she fixated her gaze upon them from her elevated vantage point, a declaration of retribution on her lips. "You will meet your demise."

Fear coursed through the minds of the four malevolent assailants, and the instinct to flee overtook them. Yet, as they attempted to escape, an unsettling revelation dawned upon them—the ethereal phoenix, ablaze with nirvanic flames, was not relenting. Its relentless pursuit was unmistakable, guiding Qin Wentian unerringly toward them.

Qin Wentian, having discerned the unfolding crisis, wore an expression as frigid as ice. He could hardly fathom the depths of despair to which the holy maidens had been driven. Determination fueled his stride as he invoked the power of God's Hand to bolster his speed. Enormous wings unfurled behind him, propelling him forward with each mighty step, spanning vast distances.

Explosions reverberated through the earth as Qin Wentian closed in on his quarry. Meanwhile, additional adversaries from the Battle Saint Tribe had also taken notice of his approach. Their forms blurred into a blur as they raced to intercept him.

However, the nirvanic flame in the heavens appeared to wane, its vitality ebbing away. Qin Wentian recognized the dire straits of the holy maiden whose essence fueled the fiery apparition. She could endure no longer.

With unwavering determination, Qin Wentian relentlessly shortened the gap between them and the four fleeing enemies. Finally, they came into view, and with an earth-shaking roar, he unleashed a cataclysmic strike that reverberated through the space around him. The white tiger's complexion turned ashen, the sheer might of Qin Wentian's attack causing the surrounding terrain to tremble. It was clear that his fury had been stoked to inferno levels.

Their hope of escape dwindled as their steps faltered. However, an unexpected twist awaited them—the two comrades who had been immersed in cultivation earlier now rushed to their aid. With six of them now united, they weighed their odds against Qin Wentian's approach, their silent contemplations etched across anxious expressions.