Resonance of Divine Weapons

Resonance of Divine Weapons . . .

Qin Wentian locked his gaze onto Leng Yi, his voice calm as he uttered, "Step aside."

Leng Yi, with her immense petal-covered presence, responded with a challenge. "I made every effort to lead you to Driftsnow City, and now you wish to depart immediately upon arrival? Your vigilance is admirable, but do you really think you can just leave?" Behind her, countless massive flower petals emerged, emitting a unique fragrance that induced drowsiness, as if anyone might fall asleep at any moment.

"What do you gain from capturing me?" Qin Wentian inquired.

"The bounty on your head is exorbitant. Whether you're delivered alive or dead, the bounty hunters will receive three immortal-ranked weapons in exchange for you," Leng Yi revealed. Qin Wentian's eyes narrowed as a cold glint flickered within them. The rewards were truly substantial. The Jiangling Country had offered such a hefty sum likely because of the Jiang Clan's status as a pinnacle power in the Cloud Prefecture. Despite no prior enmity with the Jiangling Country, the Jiang Clan likely held significant sway over the Jiangling King, hence their pursuit of Qin Wentian.

"Do it swiftly, kill him outright, and we'll return with his corpse. This place is far too conspicuous for my liking. Once we've collected the bounty, all will be well," a young man with an icy demeanor suggested, his saber radiance enveloping him. His eyes gleamed like frosty blades.

"Proceed," Leng Yi nodded in agreement. Her companions closed in, tightening the circle. Clearly, they wished to avoid drawing too much attention. They feared that Qin Wentian might be recognized by someone nearby. In the event a powerful expert intervened, even if they managed to kill Qin Wentian, they wouldn't secure his corpse.

Thus, they had to eliminate Qin Wentian before arousing any suspicion. Leng Yi had initially planned to lure Qin Wentian to the Driftsnow City's City Lord Manor, but his vigilance was too high, and he intended to part ways. With no other option, they had to act immediately.

"Don't tell me that the arrest order didn't provide more information? With your limited strength, are you courting death?" Qin Wentian cast a contemptuous gaze upon the assailants. He released the aura of a third-level Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant. His constellation materialized as a tempest of sword qi, with the Sword Slaughter Constellation at its core. This torrential and terrifying sword force emanated from Qin Wentian, instilling fear and trepidation in those surrounding him.

"Prepare to defend before we attack," Leng Yi ordered. She was unaware of Qin Wentian's true power. She had only heard that Qin Wentian had attacked a Jiang Clan young master, but she lacked specific details. Nonetheless, the Jiang Clan wouldn't publicly admit that immortal-ranked experts were present during the attack on Jiang Kuang, so she was in the dark about his true strength.

The attackers activated their constellations, but at that moment, Qin Wentian's Sword Slaughter Constellation radiated an overwhelming sea of swordlight. Multiple avatars of him emerged, their palms aglow with resplendent sword runic patterns. These incarnations launched attacks in all directions, targeting their assailants.

Leng Yi was one of his prime targets. Witnessing the oppressive sword might closing in, her expression changed drastically, and she retreated frantically. Was this really the power of a third-level ascendant? How could he unleash such astonishing strength?

The Star-Seizing palm imprints continued to expand and approach. Leng Yi cried out for mercy, "Brother Qin, please spare me!"

However, Qin Wentian paid no heed to her pleas. The devastating palm strike continued unabated, smashing into Leng Yi's body and pulverizing her instantly. There was no trace of mercy in his actions. This woman had been overly scheming and harbored malicious intentions—she didn't deserve mercy.

It wasn't just Leng Yi who faced the overwhelming suppression. In that very moment, all of the attackers found themselves in the grip of this tyrannical force. Thunderous, explosive sounds resonated as these assailants, ranging from the second to fifth level of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, met the same fate—all of them obliterated by the sheer force of Qin Wentian's palm strikes.

Ever since he absorbed and refined the Sky Demon Oracle Bone through the Body Refinement Art, Qin Wentian's physique had grown stronger with each passing day, resembling a true fiendgod. His bodily defense had become incredibly formidable. Coupled with innate techniques like the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, along with other potent methods that seamlessly integrated his true intents and profound comprehension of innate techniques, his combat prowess had soared to astonishing heights, despite being only at the third level of the Celestial Phenomenon. He had reached a level where he could eliminate ordinary fifth-level ascendants with a single strike, as he had just demonstrated.

The spectacle caught the attention of onlookers below, who couldn't help but tilt their heads skyward, their gazes fixed upon the young man suspended in the air. They couldn't help but marvel at the incredible combat strength he possessed. It was a total annihilation, wiping out those who had surrounded him with a single stroke.

However, their fascination was short-lived as they watched Qin Wentian swiftly depart, heading towards the Driftsnow City.

Qin Wentian had sensed that Leng Yi was plotting something from the beginning, though he was unaware of the arrest order issued for him. He had chosen to travel alongside her because, given his strength, he had little reason to fear. If Leng Yi had truly intended to harm him, he would have retaliated without hesitation, even if it meant taking her life.

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The Driftsnow City, one of the three major main cities of the Jiangling Country, had lost some of its former prominence due to its transformation into a weaponized city. Many years ago, the city had been prosperous and renowned not only within its own country but throughout the entire prefecture. However, as time passed, the city's immortal spirit gradually faded into silence and obscurity, causing it to recede from the Cloud Prefecture's collective consciousness. Nevertheless, it remained one of the most vibrant locations within the Jiangling Country, rich in history and culture.

Qin Wentian stood at the foot of the imposing stairway leading to the city, his gaze rising to take in the grandeur that stretched above him. This ancient city, perched high above sea level, cast a shadow so immense that the ten-thousand-meter walls made anyone beneath them appear small and insignificant. Eighteen divine weapons adorned the city's walls, each an awe-inspiring giant—saber, spear, sword, halberd—each embedded at the pinnacle, exuding an aura that bore the weight of ages.

The demon sword strapped to Qin Wentian's back emitted a soft hum, as if resonating with some unseen force. Waves of sharp qi pressed down upon him, or more precisely, upon the demon sword on his back. His eyes gleamed as he fixed his attention on those eighteen divine weapons.

Yet, in this moment, the sword's resonance grew still, as if nothing unusual had occurred. Conversely, the eighteen divine weapons adorning the city's walls suddenly erupted in a radiant display. At that very instant, a boundless divine glow surged from the city wall, streaking upward toward the heavens.

Outside the Driftsnow City, countless figures came to a halt, their gazes fixed upon the eighteen divine weapons. Their eyes gleamed with intrigue, and they whispered among themselves, "The eighteen divine weapons are reacting again? It seems the Driftsnow City legend is indeed true."

"Now the winds and clouds gather over the Driftsnow City. I wonder how many experts from the major powers of the Cloud Prefecture will be drawn here by that legend. If the legend proves true, and one can wield an entire city as a divine weapon, how awe-inspiring would that be?" speculated one individual.

Amidst this conversation, a casually dressed young man, with a sword hanging at his back, ascended the stairs leading up to the Driftsnow City. As the city gates swung open, he entered the city.

The moment Qin Wentian stepped inside, he felt the presence of an ancient and majestic aura. The city's foundations ran infinitely deeper than those of Worryfree City, and its buildings were constructed from unique and top-tier materials. Attacks from ordinary experts would be futile against these formidable structures.

In such a vast city, conflicts were bound to arise occasionally. To ensure a peaceful life, residents reinforced their homes against potential attacks by cultivators. Consequently, the residences here were built akin to divine weapons—exceptionally sturdy, some even capable of launching counterattacks. These were the creations of skilled divine inscriptionists, and the stronger an individual, the more fortified their abode.

As Qin Wentian strolled through the streets of the Driftsnow City, he found himself surrounded by countless experts. He couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the people here and those in Worryfree City. While the latter seemed indolent and languid, the residents of Driftsnow City exuded an air of brilliance and strived to outshine one another.

High above in the sky, a procession of experts soared gracefully through the air, their forms bathed in a radiant corona of immortal light. Gasps of awe rumbled through the crowd below as they marveled at the celestial glow. "Immortal glow," someone breathed in admiration, "those must be immortal-foundation ranked experts."

"Indeed," whispered another among the people lining the bustling streets. "They appear to be affiliated with the War Immortal Palace, and it seems they've even dispatched immortals this time." The hushed conversations reached Qin Wentian's ears, sending a ripple of intrigue through him. He recalled that the old Sacred Emperor of the Sacred Royal Region had aligned himself with the War Immortal Palace. It was a significant power within the Jiangling Country, and he hadn't anticipated encountering them here.

Yet, the experts from the War Immortal Palace remained blissfully unaware of Qin Wentian's presence. Even if they had known, he had since altered his appearance. There was little chance anyone could recognize him now.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian continued his journey through the city, frequently encountering individuals aglow with the aura of immortality. These were clear indications of their status as immortals.

"The abundance of experts here is staggering," Qin Wentian thought to himself as he ventured deeper into the heart of the Driftsnow City. As he traversed its labyrinthine streets, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of gossip. Rumor had it that numerous major powers were assembling their forces to converge on the city—a testament to the gravity of the unfolding events.

After a considerable walk, Qin Wentian came upon a bustling tea house. The establishment was filled with patrons leisurely sipping their tea, and one figure among them radiated a prominent aura of immortality. The other customers regarded this individual with a mixture of respect and reverence, their eyes brimming with admiration.