Improving by Leaps and Bounds

Improving by Leaps and Bounds . . . 

Naturally, if Little Rascal indeed hailed from the royal faction of the Heaven Devouring Beasts, Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel genuinely happy for his furry friend. This awakening was bound to elevate Little Rascal to new heights of terror and power.

"Senior Phoenix Matriarch," Qin Wentian addressed her, "I intend to explore the murals and engravings on the walls." The Phoenix Matriarch, with her extraordinary aura, acknowledged him with a serene smile. However, Qin Wentian couldn't be as casual with Beiming Youhuang.

"Go ahead," the Phoenix Matriarch encouraged, "your awakened bloodline should grant you numerous benefits here." Qin Wentian nodded in gratitude and turned his attention to the murals of the sacred beasts.

The depictions featured several Greater Demons: the Phoenix, Vermillion Bird, Dragon, Xuanwu Turtle, Kirin, White Tiger, Taotie, Hundun, and many other rare and extraordinary beings. Qin Wentian gravitated toward a mural depicting a majestic golden-winged roc. He stared at it intently, and as his will merged with the mural, a breathtaking scene unfolded in his mind.

In this mental image, a golden-winged roc soared through the skies, its mighty wings slicing through the air with unparalleled precision and power. Each feather was as sharp as the world's deadliest swords, capable of cutting through anything in its path. As it flew, the roc generated devastating spatial storms, rending the very fabric of reality itself.

The roc possessed an array of powerful techniques and abilities, and Qin Wentian sensed that he might be able to comprehend them all. He quietly immersed himself in this experience. His awakening bloodline and his ability to cultivate the innate power of the Evil God Race indicated that he had a chance to grasp the true abilities of the other Greater Demons, including their ultimate innate powers.

However, he soon realized that comprehending the innate power of the golden-winged roc proved challenging. Nevertheless, since he had always employed roc-like movement techniques, he could deepen his understanding of the roc's incredible speed. While he couldn't teleport through space, he could now move instantaneously over short distances, a valuable skill to possess.

Qin Wentian continued to delve into his newfound insights. After a lengthy period, he withdrew his consciousness and shifted his focus to the other sacred beasts, hoping to discover something he could comprehend.

"Is that a Demonic Elephant?" Qin Wentian noticed a fearsome depiction of a sacred beast that appeared to be a fusion of a demonic and divine elephant. Towering in size, it resembled a colossal metallic mountain. Qin Wentian directed his will toward the mural.

The divine elephant trumpeted, causing the heavens to tremble. Its four massive legs pounded the ground, enveloping Qin Wentian in an overwhelming domain of suppression. A boundless force descended from the heavens, bearing incomprehensible weight. As the divine elephant advanced, the very fabric of the sky and earth crumbled, reduced to dust.

"What a formidable innate technique, capable of subduing an entire world," Qin Wentian marveled. "And the gravitational force is astonishingly immense. If I could subject my opponent to such overwhelming pressure, victory would be virtually assured." Deep in thought, he recognized that he excelled in the law attributes of force and suppression, in addition to possessing the ruthless devil-attribute law. His attacks drew upon the law attributes of the sword and destruction. If he could harness the innate power of the divine elephant to create a law domain, its devastating potency would be formidable. His combined capabilities, including the Evil Eye and God's Hand Domain, promised staggering combat prowess.

With this vision in mind, Qin Wentian embarked on a determined cultivation journey, fully immersed in the process. However, at his current immortal king level, replicating the innate power of a supreme sacred beast to form a law domain was an arduous challenge. It would take time, persistence, and unwavering dedication to accomplish this feat.

As Qin Wentian delved deeper into his exploration of the murals, he unearthed profound insights about the creation of law domains. It was a journey of discovery, one that held the promise of unlocking incredible power.

After an extended period of focused study, Qin Wentian finally succeeded in forming his third law domain, fueled by the potent energy of his awakened bloodline. This newly created domain, which he named the Divine Elephant Domain, would allow him to unleash his strength to its absolute limit.

At this juncture, Qin Wentian had mastered a total of three law domains: the God's Hand Domain, the Evil Eye Domain, and now the Divine Elephant Domain. Each of these domains harnessed unique combinations of law energies, granting him a diversified set of abilities. On the path to becoming an immortal king, his steps grew increasingly sure and stable.

His thirst for knowledge remained unquenched as he continued to seek comprehension of the innate abilities of other supreme Greater Demons. Like him, many other human experts also labored diligently, poring over the murals in search of enlightenment. Remarkably, they all derived some measure of benefit from their studies.

Among the myriad rare Greater Demons depicted, one particularly intriguing creature captured Qin Wentian's attention: the dream tapir. This enigmatic beast possessed the ability to devour the dreams of individuals or ensnare them in its own dreamscapes. Though not a direct assault technique, this unique power could seamlessly complement other forms of attack. Regrettably, even with his foundation in dream-based law attributes, Qin Wentian found it challenging to cultivate this potent ability. It remained tantalizingly out of his reach.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian continued to explore the innate abilities of other Greater Demons, hoping to find insights that would better align with his abilities. Time passed swiftly, and without realizing it, three years had elapsed since they entered the Demongod Mountain. Qin Wentian and his companions had yet to emerge from its depths.

At this moment, Qin Wentian sat before the divine statue, bathed in its resplendent glow, quietly contemplating the wisdom he had acquired during their prolonged stay. Armed with the Myriad Law Records and the knowledge gained from his mirror cultivation in the sacred academy, he began to refine the innate abilities he had acquired.

In his consciousness, he visualized himself practicing a sword art before a floating mirror suspended in the air. With each swing of his sword, a marvelous energy surged forth, possessing an ethereal quality while exuding the ruthless dominance of the devil's path.

As Qin Wentian moved, his motions mimicked a majestic roc, swift as lightning. Each sword strike carried a dream-like, almost illusory quality, leaving onlookers bewildered. Yet, beneath this ephemeral facade lay a hidden ferocity. When the sword's edge met its target, it produced a thunderous sonic boom, reminiscent of the piercing talons of a golden-winged roc tearing through the world, an embodiment of indomitable strength.

The swordplay continued seamlessly. Following the initial strike, a second sword swung out in a rapid stab, still cloaked in dream-like illusions. The attack was executed with unparalleled speed and tyranny, accompanied by the explosive roar of a divine elephant.

A third strike followed, surging with an unstoppable force akin to the birth of a divine dragon, capable of sundering the very heavens and earth.

After executing three successive strikes, Qin Wentian paused, pondering the potential of these connected sword techniques. They could transform fluidly or merge into a single devastating attack. While mastering this sword art presented a formidable challenge, he recognized that the unleashed power would be nothing short of terrifying. Envisioning the combination of this sword art with his God's Hand Domain, Qin Wentian couldn't help but marvel at its destructive potential. He dubbed this sword art the Nightmare Sword Art, a creation that drew inspiration from the dream tapir's innate ability. Each strike would cast its victim into an illusory nightmare, disorienting and dismaying foes without strong wills or powerful law attributes. For such adversaries, a single strike could prove fatal.

Yet, the art remained incomplete. Qin Wentian continued to cultivate, striving to incorporate the innate abilities of other Greater Demons he had encountered, perfecting this set of techniques to create a seamless and powerful combat system. This relentless pursuit occupied his days, while he also sought to refine his saber and halberd skills, constantly comparing and contrasting these martial disciplines to further enhance his combat prowess.

Qin Wentian's daily routine included regular visits to the mural-adorned walls, where he probed for deeper insights, steadfastly building upon the foundation of his knowledge. His cultivation grew more potent with each passing day, and he honed his mastery of law energy, ensuring that his body of laws became increasingly flawless.

Amidst the profound transformations taking place, the passage of time was marked by silent progress. Qin Wentian's remarkable growth, like a hidden gem, remained shrouded in mystery. The others, both greater demons and humans alike, experienced significant advancements, fueled by the extraordinary opportunities presented within the Demongod Mountain.

Seven years had already slipped by, yet the ripple of astonishment that had swept through the immortal realms persisted. Although the initial shock had subsided, an undercurrent of trepidation continued to course through the hearts of the people. The understanding that the greater demons within the Demongod Mountains required an extended period to complete their evolution, becoming even more potent forces, kept their apprehensions alive.

During these years, Little Rascal, having transferred the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance to Beiming Youhuang, forged an increasingly closer bond with her. He would often seek refuge in her embrace, much to the amusement of Qin Wentian. Little Rascal's audacious charm rendered him nearly irresistible, capable of ensnaring even the most statuesque of maidens.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but feel a mix of exasperation and amusement. Little Rascal was a natural at captivating the ladies, and it seemed that not even women with unparalleled beauty could evade his playful advances. Such were the ways of a charismatic demon.

What added salt to Qin Wentian's wounds was the fact that, despite his flirting and antics, Little Rascal's cultivation speed showed no signs of lagging. He was making extraordinary progress, and his innate talent ignited envy in the hearts of many.

Of course, Qin Wentian's own strides toward improvement were nothing to scoff at. On this particular day, he sat beneath the towering divine elephant statue, bathed in the radiant glow of the Demongod Mountain. Suddenly, a brilliant light streaked across the sky, descending upon Qin Wentian. An overwhelming surge of law energy emanated from his being, casting a dazzling aura around him.

Beiming Youhuang couldn't help but turn her gaze toward him, sensing the extraordinary transformation taking place. Her eyes narrowed as she studied Qin Wentian. What she beheld was not only his elevated power but also a radiant smile gracing his features. In the presence of the Demongod Mountain's divine radiance, that smile held a mesmerizing allure, seemingly woven with a touch of demonic charm.

Yet, it wasn't this charm that captivated Beiming Youhuang's attention. Instead, it was the unmistakable sense that Qin Wentian had broken through to the mid-stage of the immortal king realm.

"This cultivation speed..." Beiming Youhuang's heart quivered with astonishment. A mere blink of an eye ago, Qin Wentian had just ascended to the immortal king realm within the Darknorth Immortal Mountains. In a matter of years, he had progressed to the mid-stage of this realm with alarming swiftness. Although this surge in power was partly attributed to the Demongod Mountain's influence and the initial awakening of his bloodline, the pace of his cultivation was startling. Hadn't Qin Wentian once claimed that he had yet to surpass two hundred years of cultivation?

With such momentum, Beiming Youhuang couldn't help but ponder the unthinkable. If he continued on this trajectory, could he break through to the immortal emperor realm before reaching the age of three hundred? The implications of such an achievement were staggering, and the once-improbable suddenly felt within grasp.