AGM 372 - Irreversible, Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art
A demonic light glimmered in Qin Wentian’s eyes as he stared at the three large words engraved upon the golden world, feeling thunderstruck in his heart.
With a difference of several thousand years, he and the Azure Emperor had actually obtained the same ancient luck, leading to the same legacy? It seemed that right from the start, they were already bound by the threads of destiny.
But if the legacy here was the Fiend Art Transformation, wasn’t it just a waste since he already had it?
Qin Wentian didn’t bother about this. His eyes were like torches, as he stared intently at the three large characters engraved. In the next moment, streams of golden light gushed forth from the wall, entering straight into the centre of his brows, and his mind was flooded with a rushing mass of information.
This was the purest version of the Fiend Transformation Art. The inheritance that the Azure Emperor left behind for him all those years ago couldn’t be compared to what he was experiencing now—the direct assimilation of information from the original source straight into his mind.
At this moment, Qin Wentian finally understood. The endless waves of demonic beasts out there might be a test, but it was also a way for the fated inheritor to perfect the Fiend Transformation Art.
“Since my destiny brought me here, how can I return empty handed? I shall make use of this place and fully master it,” Qin Wentian murmured as he gently stroked the head of the Purgatory Vermilion Bird. Despite its serious injuries, its eyes were still filled with gentleness when it looked at Qin Wentian, as though Qin Wentian was not just a master, but its closest kin. The aura of the Purgatory Vermilion Bird underwent a change when it devoured the Underworld Vermilion Bird. Now it contained within its aura a faint sense of evil.
“Get some rest, I also want to recover from my injuries first. After that we will wipe the outer palace clean, by annihilating all the demonic beasts out there,” Qin Wentian spoke, as the Purgatory Vermilion Bird nodded. Following which, it laid down on the floor and closed its eyes in rest and meditation.
Qin Wentian sat down cross-legged, as he tried to recuperate. He was also injured and his wounds weren’t light—the Underworld Vermilion Bird was guarding the Fiend Transformation Art legacy, so how could it be weak? It had immunity to several types of innate techniques and one could only use brute force to defeat it. Hence, Qin Wentian seized on the most tyrannical method and beat it to death with only his fists. Naturally, if the Purgatory Vermilion Bird’s hadn’t almost lost its life to save him, he wouldn’t have exploded forth with so much fury.
After a period of adjustment, one man and one bird returned once again to the outer palace where the great hall was situated. Crumbling sounds rang out as the exteriors of countless statues cracked, transforming into demonic beasts as overwhelming amounts of demonic qi filled the air.
Qin Wentian walked right into the centre of the hall with an eager expression on his face. As one of the demonic statues finished its transformation, his arm suddenly shot out, grabbing the head of the poor demonic beast as he tyrannically absorbed its demonic qi directly into his body.
Four hours later, the bodies of Qin Wentian and the Purgatory Vermilion Bird were both stained with blood. Qin Wentian sat serenely in the centre of the hall, as the demonic qi permeating the hall all frenziedly gushed into him. His body was like a bottomless well, his desire to devour unsated as he unceasingly absorbed it all.
After three days, the endless waves of demonic beasts ended. All of them had been slain and the demonic qi that permeated the area had totally dissipated. Abruptly, the young man who was sitting in the centre of the hall opened his eyes. The entirety of the demonic qi had been absorbed and concentrated in him, before being refined and circulated according to the principles of the Fiend Transformation Art. The word ‘terrifying’ was totally insufficient to describe the demonic aura currently exuding from him.
Time flowed by in the Vermilion Bird Formation, the number of contenders within currently numbered less than a hundred.
The spectators on the outside seriously observed the happenings in the formation world. Half of the hundred contenders had all already comprehended their respective second level Mandates—this was an alarming number that went way beyond expectations. It had never happened before, even in the previous ranking battles.
In the past, as long as a contender comprehended a second level Mandate, it was already sufficient for him or her to be ranked within the top twenty. But for this batch, because there was a variation in the laws of the formation world, everything had changed. Not only was there less than 360 contenders remaining, the amount of ancient luck was insufficient to be even spread across a hundred people. All the weaker ones had all already been eliminated.
The remaining contenders grew increasingly stronger, causing the spectators to wonder if this was an effect of the ancient luck. Does immersing oneself in ancient luck hasten one’s cultivation speed?
Naturally, the topics of interest were those who managed to find the hidden legacies. Although the number of contenders remaining was already very few, the number of contenders that managed to do so was even scarcer—only a total of nine had managed to locate the hidden legacies.
Initially everyone thought Yao Jun and Peng Zhan would also have an opportunity. Who would have thought that Qin Wentian would domineeringly take their chance away right in front of their eyes? After Qin Wentian, no one else had managed to locate the tenth legacy.
These nine people respectively were: Chen Wang, Shi Potian, Si Qiong, Zhan Chen, Emperor Azure, Qin Zheng, Yun Mengyi, Mu Feng and Qin Wentian.
Although the spectators didn’t know what they were experiencing, they could already faintly sense that these nine cultivators would be the nine most dazzling of the remaining contenders in the formation world. They all had an extremely high probability of being ranked in the top nine.
Chen Wang, Shi Potian, Emperor Azure and Zhan Chen; their performance was within expectations. Originally, Mu Feng was already highly ranked on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, so it was understandable that he could explode forth with such strength after his change in temperament. The dark horses of this batch were Si Qiong, Qin Zheng, Yun Mengyi and Qin Wentian.
Naturally, other than the nine of them, there were also some other contenders that had fortunate encounters. The chaotic battles continued for the wresting of ancient luck. Nobody knew what other changes would there be when the nine of them re-appeared again.
These nine were originally already extremely powerful. Even the one with the lowest amount of recognition among the nine - Qin Wentian, was able to effortlessly slay Yang Fan and got Yao Jun to scram with a single sentence.
They would only emerge stronger than before if they successfully acquire the legacies.
“Wait, Mo Qingcheng also found a hidden legacy!”
At this moment, under the thunderstruck expressions of the crowd, the silhouette of Mo Qingcheng vanished from the spectating screens.
Mo Qingcheng became the tenth contender. Yet her encounter happened nonetheless despite the fact that she was completely different from the other nine in the sense that she didn’t hunt others for their ancient luck hence strengthening her own Vermilion Bird. Yet, in spite of her inaction, the ancient luck concentrated around her, allowing her to find the tenth legacy. Nobody knew the reason why, could it be that if one was born beautiful, the Vermilion Bird Formation would take special care of her? Impossible. Maybe only Mo Qingcheng herself knew of the true reason.
“Senior Tianji, how many contenders do you think need to be eliminated before the Vermilion Bird Formation release them?” Someone belonging to a transcendent power asked.
“The destiny of Grand Xia is changing, forgive this old man for his incompetence, I can’t tell for sure. But for this ranking battle, if the remaining contenders was only thirty-six, there shall then only be thirty-six positions on the Heavenly Fate Rankings this time around. If there’s only a single contender remaining, that means that there shall only be only one position on the Heavenly Fate Rankings.” Old Man Tianji spoke after a long moment of silence. There was a serenity in his gaze, nobody could tell what he was thinking about.
“However, because the destiny is changing, the remaining contenders would absolutely be at a level of power unprecedented in the past. This meant that all the remaining characters would have a high probability that they will be able to influence the future of Grand Xia. In fact, the destiny of Grand Xia is changing because of them.” Old Man Tianji spoke again, his words causing the others to stare in dumbfounded amazement.
Things such as luck and destiny was intangible and obscure, exceeding mysterious. No one could say for sure they existed or not. Yet, the Venerate Heavens Sect had been observing the movements of constellations for untold eons, predicting events of unerring accuracy for Grand Xia. There was no reason for him to lie.
“Even the Heavens and Earth has a beginning. For the fate and destiny orchestrated by the movements of the stars, let it end with the one that made it began. Everyone, you guys best be careful on the way you handle things in the future.”
Old Man Tianji’s words were layered with profoundness, nobody could understand what he was trying to say. They all formed their own intepretations.
An elder from the Great Solar Chen Clan smiled as a sharp glint of light flashed past his eyes. “Senior is right, these characters are all extraordinary. Seeing Chen Wang is the first to locate a legacie, I wonder how would he influence the destiny of Grand Xia in the future.”
This person was none other than Chen Wang’s uncle, he had great expectations for Chen Wang.
“There’s nothing to do with the order they found the legacies.” Those from the Shi Clan refuted. If what Old Man Tianji said was through, there was someone among the ten contenders that would be able to influence the destiny of Grand Xia, that person must definitely be Shi Potian.
“Total bullshit.” Someone from the Hua Clan snorted. Hua Shaoqing wasn’t one of the ten that found a legacy. He naturally felt unhappy in his heart.
Not only that, what sort of character was Hua Taixu? How could he be any weaker than any of the ten contenders? Despite how outstanding Chen Wang is, when Hua Taixu was on the stage, Chen Wang totally couldn’t hold a candle to him.
With Hua Taixu present, Chen Wang would always be the number two.
If these ten were able to influence the destiny of Grand Xia, what about Hua Taixu?”
Those from the Hua Clan had believed all along that Hua Taixu would be the one that control Grand Xia in the future.
All of them had their own thoughts, and those in the formation world was naturally unaware of the words Old Man Tianji spoken. At this moment, a fatty climbed up on the coral reef as he roared in pride. “This fatty finally reached the strongest level in Yuanfu!”
So it turns out that because Fan Le knew very well how weak he was in terms of cultivation base, he focused and immersed himself totally in his cultivation until he broke through to the eighth level of Yuanfu. Directly after that, he took the limit-break pellet and stepped into the ninth level. The poor fatty still didn’t know that the formation world had already undergone heaven-shaking and earth-shattering changes.
Brimming with confidence, Fan Le no longer seeked to hide away. He walked in a swaggering manner, like he was the lord of this world, fully prepared to fight against any that might come by his way, allowing others to know of his great name - Fan Le the Fatty.
Very swiftly, Fan Le’s wishes came true, he met a cultivator. This person was none other than Wang Jue. He was in an extremely miserable state, he had been defeated by Qin Zheng, followed by almost dying in the hands of Mu Feng, how could he not be infuriated when he noticed the haughty look on Fan Le’s Face. With a howl of rage, Wang Jue directly used his strongest attack to blast the shocked Fan Le off the face of earth. Fan Le scratched his head in puzzlement, he didn’t understand what was going on exactly.
The genius Fan Le was destined to rise to fame by right but even before he got to showcase his talents, he was unceremoniously blasted out...
As he was sent out, he stood among the crowd and observed the formation world, all the while grumbling in his heart. Suddenly, his countenance froze, where was Qin Wentian?
Qin Wentian still remained within the hidden palace. His Fiend Transformation Art had finally reached the third level, Fiend Transformation.
With an intention of his will, terrifying golden-colored garuda wings appeared behind his back. As his silhouette flickered, he instantly arrived right in front of the wall.
At this moment, the huge words engraved on the golden wall started to change. The resplendent light was extremely blinding, causing a sharp light flickered in Qin Wentian’s eyes when he observed the transformation..
Finally, a recording appeared on the stone wall ahead of him. Over there was a silhouette sitting down beneath the vast starry skies. That figure was chanting incantations as a mysterious sound issued from his throat. The skies abruptly changed colors, vast amounts of demonic qi streamed towards him from all eight directions, underneath the cascading star light. That mysterious sound gradually got louder as the surrounding earth begin to tremble as the column of star light cascading from the Nine Heavens mixed together with the demonic qi, glowing resplendently.
Instantly, a boundless energy infused into that figure transforming his entire body. Wings of a Vermilion Bird sprouted behind his back as his body started to elongate. Gradually, his frame turned a shiny golden as a powerful beak, as well as sharp claws, appeared… Terrifying explosions drifted into Qin Wentian’s ear yet the chanting of that man never stopped. A second later, or maybe it was an eternity later, the sounds of the chanting turned into the shrill cry of a Vermilion Bird. The entire space around him was trembling, on the brink of collapse as that person spread its wings, transformed into an actual Vermilion Bird, before flying straight up into the clouds.
“The chant of the demonic divinities, the ancient will stretching across the skies. Gathering the demonic qi from the eight directions, devouring the astral energy from the starry skies. I connect and fuse them as one, i offer my mortal body as a sacrifice. Transform my destiny into that of a demon.” An archaic voice echoed in Qin Wentian’s mind, causing his heart to shudder.
This art, was the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art, allowing one to transform fully into a true demonic divinity. It was irreversible!