Ancient Godly Monarch
chapter-826

Qin Wentian’s perception was blocked by a formless energy when he attempted to send it into the cave. He put away the sword in his hands and started walking towards the cave.

This was a cave for cultivation, the interior of it was bright and spacious and was actually about the size of three ordinary caves. He saw streams of golden lightning streaming about, resembling a golden calamitous force that constantly blasted the air, transforming into an extremely destructive light screen.

Qin Wentian also saw a cultivator in there with his back to him. This person was clad in an earthen yellow kasaya and his head was gleaming with light. He was completely bald, had no shoes on and the muscles that were not covered by his clothing were a glistening bronze in color, filled with masculine charm. Evidently, the person before him was a monk that was capable of enduring hardships, it was unknown how long he had already been in the cave.

However when that monk casually stood there, he actually gave off an overwhelming sense of danger. Just his back view gave Qin Wentian the impression that this monk must be an extremely powerful character and judging by the corpses and crippled people outside the entrance of the cave, it was evident that this monk wasn’t any of those kind characters who don’t kill. In the cruel immortal realms, many monks don’t practice kindness. They believed in suffering to sharpen themselves, sealing their desires not pursuing enjoyment to surpass their own limits.

Abruptly, an extremely bone-chilling killing intent enveloped Qin Wentian. In just an instant, Qin Wentian felt as though he stepped into hell. This kind of icy killing intent seemed capable of turning one’s every hope into dust.

"Get out." A solemn-sounding voice rang out ahead, filled with an unquestionable authority wanting Qin Wentian to leave this cave.

Although the monk has spoken, he didn’t turn his head back, there wasn’t even the slightest movement. It was as though he was deep in meditation and his focus was powerful to an extremely terrifying extent.

Qin Wentian didn’t bother with the monk and continued stepping forward. However at this moment, the monk suddenly blasted out backwards with his palms as a thunderous sound erupted outwards. Qin Wentian saw a gigantic golden ancient bell shimmering with resplendent runic lights, containing a tyrannical force that was able to destroy everything slamming right towards him.

Bell chimes filled the air, when the ancient bell was about to smash into him, the sword qi radiating from Qin Wentian abruptly intensified. He stomped down the ground as a sword severed the entire space with a wave of his arm.

"BOOM!" A terrifying rumbling sound echoed in the interior of the cave, the thunderous sound waves bouncing erratically, giving Qin Wentian a splitting headache. The golden streams of lightning slashed over but his sword had already managed to sever the ancient bell into two.

"Bzz!" Yet another ancient bell erupted forwards. Qin Wentian’s eyes narrowed. That monk could attack with these ancient bells simply with a wave of his hand. Seems like he had already comprehended the very essence of the innate technique recorded here.

The sword qi radiating from Qin Wentian was so sharp that it could even pierce through the dome of the sky. It cleaved out in anger, severing the ancient bell into two once more, causing the sound waves to ricochet madly around the interior of the cave. Booming sounds echoed unceasingly as numerous ancient bells smashed towards Qin Wentian, bringing with them a rumbling might. The golden streams of lightning exuding from them could easily kill people if they came into contact with it.

Qin Wentian stared at the back view of that monk as he snorted coldly. He picked up speed as several sword silhouettes of Qin Wentian appeared in the cave. At the same moment, several sword beams slashed out together, shattering all the ancient bells the monk manifested. Qin Wentian then took the chance and stepped into the depths of the cave, appearing to the left of the monk.

The monk reacted instantly, manifesting a gigantic bell wanting to squash Qin Wentian. But Qin Wentian’s sword strikes instantly smashed right back at it causing a thunderous explosive sound to resound out. Both the sword qi and ancient bell shattered together and the grey eyes of the monk finally turned to regard Qin Wentian. A fearsome sharpness could be seen within, wanting to penetrate right through Qin Wentian.

"A cultivator from the Western Desert Prefecture, Sorrowless, ranked #3."

Qin Wentian stared at the medallion on his opponent’s chest as his eyes gleamed with sharpness. This monk was actually one of the top three rankers of the Western Desert Prefecture. He was surely an extraordinary individual.

It was said that people from the four outer prefectures suffered the most hardships and the Western Desert Prefecture was the worst off among these. Over there, the environment was extremely wretched and the cultivators there were all used to enduring pain and suffering. This Sorrowless was a perfect example.

Right now, Qin Wentian could clearly see the situation within the cave. There was a shimmering shadow in front of a statue that unceasingly transformed into many scenes. It was the process of how an immortal cultivator cultivated an ancient bell-type immortal technique. Using astral energy to manifest the ancient bells, while triggering heavenly laws that turned into golden calamitous lightning which expanded unceasingly.

This cultivation process of this entire technique was played out step by step by the shimmering shadow. And at the very end, a terrifying immortal bell appeared, triggering the heavenly laws of heaven and earth, manifesting tribulation lightning and immortal might capable of annihilating every existence.

"Immortal’s shadow." Qin Wentian’s eyes sparkled with light. An immortal purposely left behind shadows of his cultivation process to aid the latter generations in comprehending it.

Although Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants are able to cultivate immortal arts, they had to start from the very basics and despite their comprehensions, they wouldn’t really be able to exhibit immortal might. Being able to comprehend 10% of the technique’s essence was considered very good. This immortal left behind shadows of him cultivating the technique because he wanted to better aid the latter generations, allowing them to view the step by step process of how he succeeded in it.

For the same immortal technique, if others comprehended 20% and if you could comprehend 30%, you would undoubtedly be able to easily suppress the other party. If you comprehended 40% instead, you could directly insta-kill your opponents.

As expected of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. This was the main reason why so many supreme geniuses wanted to fight for a chance to join a major power. Ordinary-tier powers only have a limited number of immortals, how could they have legacies such as this place? In comparison, this Eastern Sage Cliff was a sacred ground for cultivation, as long as you are a disciple of the sect, you would be able to come here and seek your own good fortune, thereby increasing your strength. How could their improvement not be fast?

Just when Qin Wentian was pondering, a bone-chilling killing intent gushed forth once more. The grey eyes of Sorrowless stared at Qin Wentian as his astral soul appeared. His astral soul was actually in the form of a gigantic ancient bell and it seemed as though it was about to merge with the shadowy bell manifested by the cultivation technique.

With a wave of his hand, a whistling sound rang out as his astral soul vibrated intensely. The vibrations shook Qin Wentian so badly that his entire body and even his soul was trembling. At the same time, terrifying bells of calamitous lightning floated around the monk. He wasn’t the slightest bit merciful at all.

The sword qi from Qin Wentian towered up into the sky as his King Sword astral soul appeared. His sword slashed out madly as he transformed into a wind roc, blocking his opponent’s attacks continuously. The bell chimes resounded out endlessly as though they wouldn’t stop unless Qin Wentian died. Qin Wentian destroyed all the bells and finally, an incomparably gigantic one smashed downwards from above him.

"BOOM!"

The bell chimes reverberated through the skies. Qin Wentian was actually covered completely by the gigantic bell. The countenance of Sorrowless was ice cold as he blasted out stream after stream of destructive might, capable of even annihilating one’s soul, towards Qin Wentian who was trapped within the bell. Qin Wentian activated his bloodline power as his suppression-type astral soul manifested, forming a forcefield of overwhelming pressure that caused the streams of destruction unable to get near.

"As expected of the third ranker in the Western Desert Prefecture. In addition to his cultivation of that immortal’s technique, he actually possessed such tyrannical strength." Qin Wentian silently mused. Sorrowless didn’t pause in his momentum, and continued with a barrage of attacks. It was as though the moment he acted, he had to achieve his target. The personality of this man was extremely ruthless and decisive, a fearsome foe to fight against.

After sometime, Sorrowless pushed upwards with his palms as the gigantic bell flew up. An intense violet-gold light radiated from within, the sight of it causing the monk’s expression to stiffen as a bright light gleamed in his eyes.

"I’m unable to kill you. If you wish to study this technique as well, you can stay here to comprehend it. However, do not disturb me." He moved slightly to the side, giving Qin Wentian half a spot before he returned back to his state of immersion, comprehending the immortal technique.

"Mhm." Qin Wentian nodded. In this selection test, everyone wanted to eliminate their opponents and it was normal for people to act against each other. The strength of this monk, Sorrowless, was extraordinary. Even if Qin Wentian wanted to kill him, it would prove to be very difficult. What he should do now is to continue comprehending more innate techniques to strengthen himself and only through this way would he not be inferior to others when a fight broke out among all the geniuses in the near future.

Everyone started on the same starting point, Qin Wentian had no idea what sort of good fortune awaits the others. Maybe, they would encounter even better good fortune than him.

Qin Wentian turned his attention to the immortal’s shadow, as he sank deeply into a state of comprehension. The strength level provided to them by the law enchantment was at the ninth-level of Celestial Phenomenon, just a step away from immortal-foundation and right now, he already had some ideas on how to breach that barrier, yearning to step into immortality.

What was immortality? One had to transcend mortality, establishing an immortal foundation and holding immortal might in their palms.

Immortal might is a kind of law energy granted to immortals.

Qin Wentian paid close attention to the immortal’s shadow as he experienced for himself how the immortal energy was birthed.

In the mountain rage, geniuses were as common as clouds. As time flowed by, a majority of the heaven chosen within had already cultivated and increased their strength. There were also many who started fighting and those weaker ones were all eliminated.

On the 70th day after the various geniuses stepped into the Eastern Sage Cliff Mountain Range, the disparity between them began to show. There was a batch of extremely powerful characters that nobody could even stand up to. These people all seemed to be the top rankers from the various prefectures and the experience gained as well as the combat here was like a baptism of blood, serving only to sharpen them up further.

Outside the cave Qin Wentian and Sorrowless was in, a few more corpses appeared but the sight of it wasn’t enough to stop this man from advancing. Yet another person stepped into the cave as he proceeded into the depths of it.

"Get out."

A cold voice filled with extreme tyranny and unquestionable authority, rang out. However that person only laughed coldly as he continued stepping forward. But right at this moment, he only saw two gigantic ancient bells appearing on the left and right of him. A terrifying rumbling sound echoed out and he only felt as though his soul had scattered due to the pressure. After which, those bells directly smashed into his body with an explosive boom, as he slumped down onto the ground, deader than dead.