Command Issued By The Royal Sacred Sect

Command Issued By The Royal Sacred Sect

In the heat of their confrontation, Qin Wentian's composed voice sent a jolt through Fan Miaoyu. She stared at him, her astonishment clear in her eyes. Qin Wentian's face remained serene, a hint of a smile dancing in his eyes.

"You've comprehended another one?" Fan Miaoyu asked, her amazement evident. In such a short time, Qin Wentian had grasped two different true intents?

Fan Miaoyu could hardly believe it. While it was possible to suddenly comprehend a single true intent in a short span, comprehending two was nothing short of miraculous. Even if Qin Wentian had achieved this feat, he was still on her level. Her cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of Heavenly Dipper, making her significantly more powerful than Liu Lan. So why was Qin Wentian so confident?

Qin Wentian chose not to respond, tacitly admitting her assessment.

Despite her initial shock, Fan Miaoyu regained her composure. She scrutinized Qin Wentian and remarked, "Even if you've grasped two true intents, I've achieved the same. If you think you can defeat me here, you're mistaken."

"Let's find out," Qin Wentian replied calmly.

"Very well, but prepare yourself," Fan Miaoyu cautioned. Her voice hung heavy with intent, and as she spoke, a misty moisture enveloped the arena. Soon, the entire platform was veiled in a thick, foggy mist. Qin Wentian's vision was obscured, and he could no longer discern Fan Miaoyu's presence.

"True intent of Water?" Qin Wentian's perception stretched out, but a sudden jarring noise assaulted his ears, causing his heart to race. As he attempted to block his hearing, formless sound waves infiltrated his consciousness.

Sound waves, at a certain frequency, could be deeply unsettling to humans. If an ordinary person were exposed to this frequency, they'd writhe in agony, clutching their heads as they howled in torment. Even for Qin Wentian, the disruption to his perception was severe, and his mind fell into chaos.

What made it even more harrowing was his sudden sensory deprivation. He was like a blind man, unable to see or hear anything, completely cut off from the world.

"No wonder Wu Teng chose to concede," Qin Wentian reflected. With only two true intents, Wu Teng would have fought valiantly. However, Fan Miaoyu's unique combination of true intents had the power to induce despair in her opponents, prompting Wu Teng's decision to abstain.

"Force!" Qin Wentian summoned his true intent, determined to regain control. Waves of sound surged relentlessly, but he raised his palms and shattered them. Next, an onslaught of icy lances descended like a deadly waterfall. Qin Wentian, wielding his ancient halberd, radiated a demonic aura, dispersing the ice with ease.

Fan Miaoyu's astonishment was palpable. Her true intent of Sound couldn't entirely obstruct Qin Wentian's perception. His precise manipulation of Force allowed him to anticipate her attacks—a remarkable feat of judgment.

Nevertheless, Fan Miaoyu's eyes still held a confident glint, a testament to her self-assured strength. Despite Qin Wentian's resilience, he remained akin to a blind man in this scenario. She held an unbeatable position. Though he could defend against her true intent-infused attacks, what would happen when she unleashed her innate techniques, empowered by her true intent? How long could Qin Wentian hold out under those circumstances?

As Fan Miaoyu's thoughts swirled, her silhouette vanished within the mist. Unlike Qin Wentian, who was plunged into darkness, her perception remained as sharp as ever. She observed every nuance within the mist she'd conjured.

In her palms, runic light erupted, casting an imposing glow that pierced the heavens. Fan Miaoyu surged into the mist, a bone-chilling cold enveloping everything. Even the spectators shivered as they witnessed this frigid phenomenon. Amidst the mist, she saw Qin Wentian's body, frozen solid. The luminous runic light in her palm morphed into an ice lance, a colossal glacier of destruction.

BOOM!

The ice lance struck Qin Wentian, burying itself deep within his frozen form. Fresh blood splattered as Qin Wentian's eyes flicked open, a glare of resentment burning within them. Fan Miaoyu stood dumbfounded. Had she truly killed Qin Wentian so easily?

"This can't be right," she muttered, struggling to accept the reality before her. She'd never harbored any intention of killing Qin Wentian. Though she envied his talent somewhat, it wasn't a motive for taking his life.

Yet the evidence was undeniable. Qin Wentian had fallen before her eyes.

"Is this the true intent of Dreams?" Fan Miaoyu's face contorted with shock as she rapidly retreated. But to her dismay, she soon realized that two incarnations of Qin Wentian had materialized behind her, their gazes locked on her like predatory beasts.

Fan Miaoyu wielded her palms, unleashing waves of sound. Discordant cacophonies filled the air, and in an instant, the two incarnations were obliterated. Blood stained the ground, and it all felt so real.

"Dreamforce," Fan Miaoyu muttered, her expression grim. She'd never imagined that the true intent of Dreams could be like this. Today, she'd experienced the unsettling fusion of dreams and reality. It seemed only when Qin Wentian retracted his dreamforce would she awaken. The incarnations she'd destroyed had vanished, and now she found herself trapped in a dreamscape he'd created, reality muddled with illusions.

Reluctantly, Fan Miaoyu continued her retreat. Countless Qin Wentian incarnations materialized, only to meet their demise at her hands. No matter how far she retreated, they persisted in their relentless advance.

Fan Miaoyu stood there, stunned by the unending cycle. The true intent of Dreams exceeded her wildest expectations. In this dreamscape, Qin Wentian reigned supreme, and unless she could shatter his dream, she was condemned to remain imprisoned.

A struggle flickered in Fan Miaoyu's eyes. Finally, she uttered, "You've won."

As her words faded, the incarnations of Qin Wentian vanished. It struck her that despite her perception of retreating a great distance, she still stood in her original position. From the beginning, she'd been ensnared within Qin Wentian's dreamscape.

Chilled sweat trickled down Fan Miaoyu's spine as she shuddered involuntarily. The true intent of Dreams could manipulate her perception? She'd believed she was moving, but she'd remained motionless. Without an external stimulus, unless someone agitated her nerves and subconscious, she couldn't escape her dream.

"I've lost, you were right. The era is changing, and you embody the new era. I hope you persevere and become a legend." Fan Miaoyu adjusted her mood swiftly, shifting from defeat to a warm smile aimed at Qin Wentian.

With an air of sincerity, Qin Wentian addressed Fan Miaoyu, "You are very strong as well. If I were proficient in some other true intent, it would truly be very difficult to defeat you." Their exchange resembled a conversation between old friends, but the spectators beneath the platform were thunderstruck. Qin Wentian had emerged as the sole victor.

Even Wu Teng, a formidable opponent, had conceded to Fan Miaoyu. Yet, astonishingly, Qin Wentian had compelled her to concede.

Fan Miaoyu, one of the era-suppressing geniuses, had reached the ninth level of Heavenly Dipper and mastered two true intents. How could someone like her fall short against Qin Wentian? In the Heavenly Dipper Realm, there were exceedingly few individuals who could challenge Qin Wentian.

"Don't be too modest. Your current cultivation base is only at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper. Imagine how formidable you'll become when you reach the ninth level. By then, you might have comprehended four true intents. Coupled with your innate techniques and various formidable methods, you might even defy convention and confront Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants."

As Fan Miaoyu finished speaking, the luminescent barrier dissipated. The two competitors shared a smile and stepped out of the arena.

"I've lost," Fan Miaoyu admitted with a gracious smile. "Perhaps there's still some distance between his current capabilities and the title of 'Unrivalled in Heavenly Dipper.' But I believe that title will inevitably belong to him, sooner or later." She addressed the gathered crowd, emphasizing the notion that only one person could truly claim the title of "Unrivalled in Heavenly Dipper." Qin Wentian's present capabilities didn't quite warrant that title, as there were still opponents who had grasped four true intents. For now, it might be beyond his reach, but he would undoubtedly ascend to those heights in the future.

After her brief speech, Fan Miaoyu departed, leaving the spectators to focus their attention on Qin Wentian. Who could have anticipated that Qin Wentian, with only a seventh-level Heavenly Dipper cultivation base, would emerge as the sole victor of this grand battle?

Just as Fan Miaoyu had remarked, the era was indeed undergoing a transformation.

Many eyes were now fixed on Qin Wentian, filled with anticipation, joy, and undoubtedly, animosity. There were those who ardently awaited his future achievements, those who celebrated his victory, and those who harbored a fervent desire for his downfall.

Among those hoping for his demise were individuals from Grand Shang, the illustrious Di Clan, and the formidable Violet Thunder Sect. They had all harbored hopes of seeing Qin Wentian fall on the Sacred Battle Platform, yet fate had a different plan. Instead of perishing, Qin Wentian had grown stronger, shining brighter than ever before.

Amidst the resounding cheers of the spectators, Qin Wentian's name echoed like a sonorous melody through the air. The crowd marveled at yet another astonishing figure emerging from the illustrious Battle Sword Sect. Over the years, this renowned sect had produced a succession of remarkable talents. First, it was Lin Shuai, whose name had reverberated across the world. Then, Ji Feixue, one of the eight era-suppressing geniuses, had captivated their attention. And now, a new star had arisen: Qin Wentian. The Battle Sword Sect had truly become a breeding ground for exceptional individuals.

As the spectators reveled in this moment, a sudden surge of formidable power swept over them. Their attention was drawn upwards, where a figure stood in mid-air, towering over the crowd. His presence was commanding and exuded an aura of solemn authority. His lightning-like eyes scanned the assembly, each gaze feeling like a sharp sword capable of piercing the hearts of those it fell upon. Finally, his piercing gaze landed on Qin Wentian, and he spoke with an air of unquestionable authority.

"Listen well, Nine Great Sects," he proclaimed, addressing the most powerful sects in the land. "Summon your Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns with the highest combat prowess, and assemble them at the Royal Sacred Sect three days from now. As for the other major powers in the Royal Sacred Region, if you have outstanding disciples, you are welcome to send them as well."

His words resonated with a commanding force that left no room for dissent. Even when addressing the Nine Great Sects, his tone remained unwaveringly imposing. However, when speaking to the other major powers, he adopted a more relaxed demeanor. Nevertheless, it was evident that the speaker held an extraordinary position and possessed a presence that sent shockwaves through the hearts of all who heard him.