Ancient Godly Monarch
chapter-637

"SUN QING!" Xia Sheng and Zai Qiu shouted in shock, their countenances instantly turning pale.

Sun Qing was their junior apprentice brother and the relationship between the three of them were extremely close. Xia Sheng and Zai Qiu both treated Sun Qing as their blood brother. Sun Qing’s talent was also extremely high and would definitely have had great accomplishments in their Core Faction in the future. He was in the prime of his youth and Xia Sheng would often accommodate him. And as for Zai Qiu, Sun Qing would always listen to him, the three of them were as close as real brothers.

But now, Sun Qing had fallen. He died in front of their eyes.

"WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE HIM?" Zai Qiu’s eyes flashed with a terrifying killing intent as he stared at Quinn and Qin Wentian. They had the opportunity to save Sun Qing, yet they actually chose to save Fan Miaoyu.

Qin Wentian frowned. Earlier when they sensed the attack, Zai Qiu shouted out for them to endure it. Only Fan Miaoyu acted to reduce the pressure for them. And even if Qin Wentian wasn’t so calculative regarding Zai Qiu’s sinister schemes, when danger befall on both Fan Miaoyu and Sun Qing, he would still have chosen to save Fan Miaoyu.

"I regret Sun Qing’s death. But in that circumstances, we only had the time to save one," Quinn calmly replied.

"I thought I said to save Sun Qing?" Zai Qiu radiated coldness as he spoke.

"Yes but at that moment, there was no time to even think, we could only act based on our natural instinct." Quinn’s tone of voice had no anger in it at all. Zai Qiu’s countenance grew extremely heavy, but at that very instant, the sword light from the buried immortal concentrated into a ball as it exploded outwards. The sword might permeated this entire region, causing harsh whistling sounds to echo out as clouds of dust rose from the ground. With a deafening blast, a number of immortal items suppressing the ancient tombs were moved, resulting in the tombs crumbling. And within every tomb, a powerful primordial aura could be felt emanating forth at full blast.

"ZAI QIU!" Xia Sheng shouted. His countenance grew incredibly unsightly. There were now a number of figures standing at the spot where those ancient tombs crumbled apart. Their eyes stared vacantly at their surroundings, but an instant later, a fiery bout of anger ravaged this entire space as they started roaring unceasingly.

"It’s over…" The countenances of everyone all turned white as their hearts pounded in terror. Just a single buried immortal was already so inconceivably strong. And now, as the ancient tombs crumbled apart, so many buried immortals actually appeared. How could they even resist?

"RUN!" At this moment only a notion appear in the minds of everyone. They had to flee this area.

"Escape separately in different directions, or we will all be caught in one fell swoop!" Xia Sheng roared. Those immortals from afar slowly advanced forwards, as the experts of the Royal Sacred Region instantly bolted towards different directions.

Qin Wentian, Siko, Quinn, Wu Teng, and Fan Miaoyu ran off together in the direction of the passageway. Not only them, many of the others also ran in that way, preparing to exit this space.

A terrifying raging wind gusted in the air, a shadowy-image flashed through the sky instantly appearing at the entrance of the passageway. This figure was clad in green-robes and he stood there with hands held behind his back. The aura emanating from him was incredibly fierce, and contained hints of ancientness within.

"We can no longer get out." Siko promptly made a decision and fled in another direction instead. The strength of these buried immortals was so strong that it was monstrous. Even if everyone attacked at the same time, they might have no way to kill him. Since the entrance was already blocked, if one continued in that direction, they would only find death waiting for them.

"There are quite a number of buried immortals, we will have a higher chance of survival if we flee separately," Quinn spoke in a low voice. Qin Wentian nodded, "In that case, everyone...take care."

"Take care," Wu Teng nodded. After which, they all chose a different direction and sped away.

Unleashing the Fiend Transformation Art, Qin Wentian transformed into a golden-winged roc. He arced through the skies in a graceful curve, speeding towards a random direction at blinding speed, akin to a golden streak of lightning.

"Mhm?" At this moment, there was a figure below who took note of that streak of lightning. A strange glow flashed in his eyes as a pair of wings took form behind him before he took off after Qin Wentian with lightning speed.

Qin Wentian’s speed was extremely fast, yet the speed of that figure was even faster. The two of them streaked through the skies and in the blink of an eye, they already traversed a great distance. Qin Wentian soon discovered that someone was following him. His countenance grew extremely unsightly as he continued speeding his way forward. After a period of time, he halted and descended, transforming back into his human form.

Turning, he stared at the figure who was following him. This was a man clad in grey with a demonic-looking countenance. He was floating in the air and had a vacant look in his eyes as he stared at Qin Wentian.

"Senior," Qin Wentian spoke, yet he only saw the wings of the other figure flapping. A greyish shadow shot forth, Qin Wentian’s blood thrummed as he blasted out furiously with his palms, unleashing an indomitable Star-Seizing Palm Imprint.

However, that figure merely casually lifted his palm. A resplendent glow shimmered that as the manifestation of a celestial bird zoomed out in rage. With an explosive collision, Qin Wentian’s imprint was shattered into pieces and the impact even knocked him back, causing him to cough out blood. His aura fluctuated, and just when he was about to stand up, the gust of the wind could be heard The grey-robed figure had already appeared right before him, lowering his head as he stared at Qin Wentian.

"Who are you, and who am I?" That person spoke, even his voice was low and rumbling, resembling a demon. His countenance was like lightning, giving people a terrifying feeling when they looked at him.

"Junior is named Qin Wentian, but I have no idea who senior is," Qin Wentian replied. The strength of this person was so strong that it struck fear in his heart.

"In that case, why did you appear here? And why is my cultivation base sealed?" The clothes of the grey-robed figure fluttered in the wind, although there was still a blankness in his gaze, his demonic-looking sharp eyes seemed as though he could see through Qin Wentian.

"I only know this place seemed to be a burial ground for immortals, and it’s within an immortal palace," Qin Wentian replied.

"Burying immortals, burying immortals…" The grey-robed figure murmured as he felt a splitting pain in his head. He stared at the sky, "Burial Immortal, why does this name sounds so familiar. Who is the Burial Immortal, why did he seal me underneath the tomb…?"

His voice gradually grew louder and louder, causing a raging wind to kick up. His demonic qi was incredibly sharp, all of a sudden his wings flapped as he roared in anger and shot up into the sky, leaving so quickly with the speed of a lightning bolt, while exuding an incomparably tyrannical and baleful aura.

Being sealed by someone underneath a tomb for countless years. No wonder these immortals were so enraged when they came out.

Qin Wentian’s entire body was soaked in sweat. He sighed in his heart. Compared to these buried immortals, those termed unrivalled in Heavenly Dipper in the Royal Sacred Region simply weren’t even worthy of a mention.

After consuming a medicinal pill, Qin Wentian continued on his way. Numerous ancient tombs could be seen dotting the land. Qin Wentian saw a Sword Tomb, and when he neared that place, he could feel a sword-might radiating from the immortal sword hovering atop the tomb. He closed his eyes in mediation, sensing the aura of immortal qi. After a long period of time, he stood up and continued forward, occasionally coming across to ancient tombs in which he would sit before the tomb to mediate on the immortal aura of the items.

Time flowed by, it has already been over a month since he entered here. This desolate ground was boundlessly vast, it was as though there was no end to it.

The warnings he heard before weren’t exaggerated. Buried immortals, buried immortals, burying ten millions of immortals and demons. That supreme powerhouse who had done so, was it really because he wanted to choose a successor?

What degree of talent would one need if they wished to become the successor of this immortal palace?

That day, that booming voice that rang out in the air. Who was the owner of that voice?

"Mhm?" At this moment, Qin Wentian felt someone staring at him. He coldly hollered, "Come on out."

As the sound of his voice faded, a silhouette appeared behind another immortal tomb, staring at Qin Wentian who was sitting before a tomb.

This person had a short stature. It was none other than the leader of those from the Violet Thunder Faction, Tu Leng.

Tu Leng stared at Qin Wentian, his eyes flickering with a cold light. He then slowly walked towards Qin Wentian, yet giving Qin Wentian a dangerous feeling.

"Brother Wentian, why are you here as well?" Tu Leng narrowed his eyes and smiled, acting as though he was very familiar with Qin Wentian.

"Is there something the matter?" Qin Wentian asked in a detached tone of voice.

"I heard that you are well-versed in a multitude of techniques and even have very powerful immortal arts. In this place, danger abounds everywhere, Brother Wentian might die at any moment. How about handing over your techniques to me?" Tu Leng coldly laughed as he continued walking towards Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian had already stood up when he noticed Tu Leng. He then emotionlessly spoke, "Oh, is that so? How about I pass them to you now?"

As the sound of his words faded, Qin Wentian’s blood started to thrum with power. His countenance grew incredibly demonic as resplendent astral light circulated around his body.

"Sure, I will come over and take them then." Tu Leng’s silhouette flickered as blood-colored lightning covered him completely, radiating a sense of intense destructiveness and danger.

BOOM!

Tu Leng’s palm slammed out as the streaks of blood-colored lightning shot through the sky, directly blasting towards Qin Wentian. Instantly, Qin Wentian only felt a bloody calamity descending upon him. When those bolts of lightning hit him, Qin Wentian felt his blood boiling as his body turned numb, trying to paralyze him.

Bzz!

Qin Wentian abruptly turned and streaked away with blinding speed.

"HAHAHA, Brother Qin why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Tu Leng continued advancing. Every step he took caused Qin Wentian’s entire body to shudder as an overwhelming pressure pressed down upon him. Tu Leng was a character that had comprehended four kinds of true intent.

"You won’t be able to escape." Tu Leng’s speed was as quick as Qin Wentian. And every step he took, Qin Wentian felt even more of those blood-colored lightning bolts slamming into him as the numbing effect grew even stronger.

At this moment, a towering sword qi emanated forth from Qin Wentian, permeating the air. Tu Leng furrowed his brows, and after that he actually saw Qin Wentian turning about once again and rushing straight towards him. Every step he took generated a supreme sword might of annihilation that even made Tu Leng’s heart go cold with fear.

Tu Leng’s countenance changed. He stomped the air as his terrifying true intent of Great Earth erupted forth, wanting to crush Qin Wentian. The two of them were advancing towards each other.

"True intent of Sword?! You actually comprehended three kinds of true intent." Tu Leng stared at Qin Wentian, the lightning gushing from him blotted out the sun, crackling with intense violence.

"DIE!" Tu Leng roared in rage, the blood-colored lightnings zoomed forth. Qin Wentian similarly roared, the humming of his sword and sword light converged together, tearing through the armor Tu Leng wore.

The two of them rushed each other, instantly colliding with a thunderous impact.

Sword-type inscriptions formed of divine energy concentrated on his palms. Qin Wentian’s physique grew increasingly larger and even his clothes were torn apart. An armor of astral light covered his body and with a roar, several incarnations of himself appeared as they directly slashed down with their swords.

Tu Leng’s body grew larger in size as well. He was bathed entirely in lightning and each of his strikes packed a destructive energy within causing Qin Wentian to feel that even the circulation of his blood had been paralyzed. The feeling of numbness grew increasingly intense.

"What a powerful attack." Right now, Qin Wentian could feel the arteries in his body already about to explode from the destructive energy channeled into him. However, the thrumming of his demonic bloodline grew increasingly violent as the faint image of an ancient primordial demon king appeared behind him causing his aura to grow even more tyrannical.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

The two of them fought in close-combat, all the divine energy Qin Wentian had stored up erupted forth at this moment, giving his all, fighting with his back to the river. Both of their auras fluctuated wildly while blood could be seen leaking out from the corner of Qin Wentian’s mouth.

"JUST DIE ALREADY!" Tu Leng coldly roared, as a boundless amount of lightning blasted towards Qin Wentian once more, wanting to shatter it into pieces. Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath as blood continuously flowed out from his mouth. His eyes were incredibly fiend-like and gleamed with a demonic light. He then stared at Tu Leng and stated, "Thank you for this battle."

As the sound of his voice faded, an even more overwhelming demonic qi engulfed the area, shaking the heavens and earth. A crimson glow covered this entire space as Tu Leng’s countenance grew incredibly ugly. He retreated with explosive speed.

The true intent of the Mandate of Demons. Qin Wentian had comprehended a total of four kinds of true intent and right now, his aura was still climbing upwards.

"Where are you going?" a wraith-like voice echoed out. Tu Leng turned his head and saw a silhouette which he had never seen before. Terror quaked his heart as his entire being trembled involuntarily. Was this a buried immortal?

Over here, as long as he saw someone he had never seen before earlier when they came in, Tu Leng naturally would assume that it was a buried immortal. However, this person was not!