Distance of a Single Step . . .
In the mystical realms, where ancient secrets whispered through the air and curiosity was a potent force, Qin Wentian's eyes locked onto the very spot where the enigmatic figure had vanished. His heart quivered with a mixture of awe and unease, stirred by the cryptic words that had flowed from the lips of that inscrutable expert.
Here, within the forbidden grounds, luminaries of the immortal realms had gathered in a quest to uncover hidden truths and untangle the web of mysteries. Yet, they remained oblivious to the fact that their every perception was skillfully manipulated by the elusive figure, a puppeteer of perceptions. A solemn truth lingered: were it not for the mysterious figure's unwavering oath to spare lives, these luminaries would have met their demise at his whimsical hands.
In this sacred realm, the mysterious figure was no less than its sovereign, reigning over the enigma-shrouded dominion.
Banishing the myriad thoughts swirling within, Qin Wentian stilled his mind and took in a deep, fortifying breath, embarking once more upon his journey of cultivation.
"Amidst the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the path of Dao beckons," Qin Wentian mused softly to himself. With measured steps, he roamed the ancient city, pausing at each juncture of formidable energies to meditate upon the subtle flux of laws and the origins from which they emanated. Slowly, he endeavored to wrest control, to refine, and to forge his own path of the Law.
The sprawling city, a realm unto itself, was a testament to the transcendental. In days of yore, this place had been inhabited by titanic powers; the echoes of ancient emperors seemed to resonate through the very air.
Indeed, Qin Wentian pondered whether, in this current era, a surviving ancient emperor yet lingered in the shadows. Their presence might be concealed, their intentions hidden, yet their might remained undiminished, a potential force to tip the balance of this epoch only when they so willed it.
Time flowed inexorably, several years slipping through the hourglass since Qin Wentian's entry into the forbidden grounds. In the eastern reaches of the immortal realms, concealed under veils of obscurity, unsettling undercurrents roiled. Although overt conflict had not yet erupted, skirmishes, however minor, were commonplace. Among them, the descendants of the Evergreen Immortal Empire found themselves ensnared in the intricate web of intrigue, with even nobility succumbing to the shadowy orchestrator's machinations.
The skirmishes might appear isolated and minor, but their cumulative impact harbored the potential to wreak havoc once the concealed currents surged to the surface.
Meanwhile, Qin Wentian had vanished without a trace from the eastern realms, his whereabouts a cryptic enigma. Whispers circulated that he had returned to the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect, enveloping himself in seclusion, his singular purpose the transcendence into the realm of immortal kings.
Consequently, tranquility eluded the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect during this period. The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect launched an aggressive offensive, deploying numerous immortal kings as their vanguards, inching closer to encroach upon their rival's territory.
In response, the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect adopted a cautious, defensive stance, offering concessions while the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect relentlessly pressed forward. Among the ranks of immortal kings marshaled by the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, disquieting discoveries were made - a significant number of them were not native to their sect.
The truth was an open secret, but the hands of the players were tied. Conflict had already taken root, and unless immortal emperors stepped forth to decide the outcome in a decisive clash, the turbulent era would persist with its immortal king-ranked battles, seemingly without end.
In preparation for the impending tempest, the confidants and kin of Qin Wentian were discreetly dispatched to various corners of the immortal realms for their cultivation, under the vigilant care of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord.
In a remote immortal mountain within the eastern territories stood the Unaging Immortal Mountain, an emperor-ranked powerhouse in its own right. At its helm stood an ancient immortal emperor, his age surpassing even that of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor and Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord. Paradoxically, his cultivation had stalled, forever lingering at the threshold of the immortal emperor realm. Thus, despite his prestigious position, he remained unable to claim dominance over his domain.
The Unaging Immortal Emperor, unlike those who coveted conquest, harbored no such ambitions. His mastery lay in the art of alchemy, a skill that made even the mightiest powers tread lightly in his presence. They were more inclined to foster friendships than to incur his displeasure.
As a result, the Unaging Immortal Mountain stood as a revered sanctuary in the eastern realms, reminiscent of Emperor Yu's God Hand Mountain Manor. The key distinction lay in Emperor Yu's reclusive nature, content with a life far removed from the worldly affairs. His sole objective was to safeguard the entrance to the dimension leading to the Battle Saint Tribe.
In stark contrast, the Unaging Immortal Emperor welcomed a multitude of disciples, and his vast mountain range boasted numerous ancient peaks, each governed by his chosen disciples and their own subsequent generations.
In one such ancient peak, a certain stir had taken root over the past few years. A few years ago, a new disciple had joined their ranks. This maiden was a vision of ethereal beauty, radiating a celestial allure that triggered both envy and admiration among her peers.
However, her appeal extended beyond mere aesthetics. Her prowess in the arcane art of pill concoction soon emerged, earning her the devoted favor of her master, who cherished her like a precious gem.
In this moment, the maiden stood before the precipice of the ancient peak, her gaze fixed upon the distant horizon. Her captivating eyes seemed capable of piercing the very fabric of space itself, hinting at a deep longing for someone far away.
"Qingcheng," a graceful figure approached and stood beside her. Gazing upon Mo Qingcheng's resplendent countenance, the newcomer couldn't help but smile. "Lost in the clouds again, are we? Whose thoughts are occupying your mind?"
"Senior sister," Mo Qingcheng smiled, but she didn't immediately respond. In this place, where her identity was not widely recognized, she remained inconspicuous. Though she was the wife of Qin Wentian, her existence was known mainly to those within the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect. Here, she relied on her own merits, eschewing the use of her husband's name to secure her position.
Nonetheless, even if her fellow disciples were unfamiliar with her, the name of Qin Wentian resonated loudly throughout the eastern realms. In a place like the Unaging Immortal Mountain, his fame transcended boundaries.
"Several seniors from the main peak have been paying frequent visits to our vicinity," the beautiful lady continued, her tone light. "Their intentions are no secret, Qingcheng. Since your arrival, their visits have increased dramatically. Your charm knows no bounds."
Mo Qingcheng's expression remained composed. She replied softly, "Senior sister, I came to the Unaging Immortal Mountain solely for the sake of cultivation. I have no desire to become entangled in the affairs of the mortal realm." She recognized Qin Wentian's extraordinary nature and while she might not match his brilliance, she refused to lag too far behind. Her relentless ascent was driven by the hope that her expertise in pill concoction might someday aid him.
She applied herself diligently, devoting her heart and soul to her craft. Although she couldn't rival Qin Wentian's innate talent, she had been baptized by the Sacred Luminance and had the privilege of studying at the sacred academy. Thus, within the Unaging Immortal Mountain, she was regarded as exceptionally gifted.
"But there are a few senior brothers who enjoy the favor of our master and ancestor," the lady persisted. "Junior sister, have you considered them at all?"
Mo Qingcheng shook her head in response, offering no words. The lady nodded and left, making her way to a gathering of young men.
"Isn't junior sister Mo here?" inquired some of the young men.
"Junior sister Mo possesses an unparalleled beauty and exceptional talent. Why would she deign to notice the likes of you? She has no time for you," the lady replied, a mischievous smile playing upon her lips. The expressions of the young men instantly shifted in response.
A disdainful sigh cut through the air, dripping with sarcasm. "Mhm, pretending to be pure and noble. All I wanted was a casual conversation, but she insists on playing the noble act," a voice remarked, accompanied by a contemptuous flick of the speaker's robes before they departed.
Of course, Mo Qingcheng remained blissfully unaware of this incident, her gaze locked onto the ever-shifting canvas of clouds. For those who possessed extraordinary qualities, envy, adoration, and jealousy were their constant companions. She paid no mind to such trifles. Her thoughts, instead, were consumed by the whereabouts of the one she longed for.
Amongst the ethereal clouds, a handsome visage seemed to materialize. The sight summoned a radiant smile to grace Mo Qingcheng's lips. He was exceptional, undoubtedly on the brink of attaining the immortal king realm. Her confidence in his abilities knew no bounds.
And just as Mo Qingcheng's thoughts dwelled on these aspirations, Qin Wentian toiled tirelessly. He sat before a timeworn palace, a formidable, spear-like object planted firmly nearby. The air brimmed with a perilous, destructive energy, crackling ominously.
"Laws," Qin Wentian pondered, his presence compelling the surrounding destructive law energy to yield and merge with his immortal foundation.
In a pivotal moment, Qin Wentian abruptly ceased his meditation, eyes aglow with determination. "It's time," he murmured. "I'm but a single, minuscule step away."
With a graceful surge, Qin Wentian advanced to a spacious realm untouched by the ripples of law fluctuations. Here, he could rely solely on his innate prowess to cultivate laws uniquely aligned with his attributes.
"A few months remain," he considered, closing his eyes to engage with the natural order. His senses reached out to explore the intricate tapestry of the heavens and earth. As his immortal sense surged, the fabric of space itself began to churn, concealed patterns and flows revealing themselves only through the senses.
"RUMBLE!" A manifestation of his astral soul emerged—a colossal, destruction-attribute halberd. The energy of destruction, a manifestation of his innermost nature, radiated from him. It gradually intermingled with the language of destruction laws. While his immortal foundation already harbored the destruction-attribute law, becoming an immortal king necessitated more. He needed to forge a law that resonated with the cosmos, infusing it into the very fabric of existence—a law domain of his own, a corpus of unique laws.
This was a protracted endeavor. Qin Wentian harnessed his immortal sense to commune with the language of laws, seeking resonance. Invisible flows began to conform to his body's rhythm. Slowly but surely, these currents coalesced with his essence, birthing a dark stream of destructive qi. Though nascent, it marked a significant breakthrough.
Suppressing the excitement bubbling within, Qin Wentian maintained his focus. He stood at the precipice of the immortal king realm, a minuscule step from realization.