Shattering Immortal Foundation

Shattering Immortal Foundation . . .

Mo Xie's aura exuded a horrifying intensity, and the vortex he conjured was even more formidable, voraciously siphoning energy from the statue-like forms nearby. His dark golden eyes remained fixed on these enigmatic figures.

In his heart, Mo Xie couldn't help but sneer at his own success. Since acquiring the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance, his power had surged, and it conveniently aided him in seizing the current inheritance. It was as though fate itself favored him. Two ancient emperor legacies were now bound to be his. From this point on, who in the City of Ancient Emperors could possibly rival him? Not even Zi Daoyang could compare!

Among the watching geniuses, some gazed in awe while others quaked with fear and trepidation.

"Senior Brother Qin has entered a meditative state so quickly," Jun Mengchen remarked, glancing at Qin Wentian in a hushed tone. Yet, he couldn't say he was surprised. By now, he had grown accustomed to Qin Wentian's exceptional abilities, which defied common logic. When Qin Wentian had first entered the underground palace with the disciples of the Xiao Sect, they had been concerned for his safety. However, it turned out that Qin Wentian was the only one who comprehended and cultivated the God's Hand. Neither Xuan Xing nor Xiao Lengyue had achieved this feat.

"Mo Xie's aura has grown even more terrifying. It's hard to find such a character even in the immortal realms, let alone within ten thousand years," some geniuses marveled, their eyes fixed on the dark golden light radiating from Mo Xie. His aura was immense, akin to an unstoppable tidal wave. No one dared to approach him; it felt as though his overwhelming might could consume them whole.

Suddenly, Mo Xie's aura reached its peak, then fluctuated abruptly, producing thunderous echoes within his body. His aura began to wane, the terrifying waves of power diminishing until they became tranquil. Mo Xie's dark golden eyes lost their former brilliance, replaced by a look of puzzlement. Something had interrupted his process at the crucial moment, shattering his plan.

A perplexed expression clouded Mo Xie's face. What had just occurred? Everything should have gone smoothly, and he should have secured the inheritance. But something had disrupted it. His dark golden eyes blazed with intensity as he closed them, recommencing the process with even greater determination. His aura surged forth, a relentless tide of power.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian remained as serene as ever. In his perception, the scene before him grew increasingly vivid. He witnessed an ancient individual's cultivation journey, from their initial weakness to their eventual strength. They faced countless trials and hardships, rising above them to become stronger. Through endless struggles and the bitter taste of failure, they stood at the precipice of life and death. Yet, they persisted, eventually achieving an immortal foundation and embarking on a luminous path toward immortality.

Though it was merely the most rudimentary form of perception, Qin Wentian could feel an ancient energy coursing through him, infusing him with an extraordinary experience. It was as if he could trace the path to immortality embodied by the statue-like figure before him. After establishing his immortal foundation, this individual embarked on a journey toward true strength, and Qin Wentian could sense the exhilaration of achieving immortality. It was merely the initial step on the road to becoming the mightiest in the immortal realms.

Yet, swiftly, a wave of despair washed over Qin Wentian. His immortal foundation shattered, and his dreams dissolved like smoke. In an instant, his hope, his dedication, all amounted to nothing. The heart-wrenching despair of that moment touched him deeply. In his mind, he shared in the anguish of that ancient figure.

From being an ordinary mortal, to the gradual ascent towards brilliance, and eventually, entering the realm of immortality—the effort invested was inconceivable. But in the end, everything crumbled, and the despair was palpable. Qin Wentian sensed the profound despondency that persisted for an extended period. Then, one day, a mysterious energy entered the picture, infusing excitement into the long-neglected hope.

"These scenes I perceive in this mysterious place are fragments of someone's lifetime. Could this be the life of that ancient emperor?" Qin Wentian pondered, his heart filled with reverence as he immersed himself in the experiences he witnessed.

In another direction, Mo Xie's aura sent shivers down everyone's spines as it intensified dramatically. His body radiated a dark golden light, exuding an overwhelming might. Abruptly, he opened his eyes, and beams of light shot forth. But as quickly as it had intensified, his aura faded, returning to its former state as if nothing had occurred.

Mo Xie's expression darkened with frustration, his countenance unbecoming. Once again, he had failed. He couldn't find a way to achieve this inheritance.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian remained composed in his meditative state. He sensed the resurgence of hope in the stellar martial cultivator's life. The man redoubled his efforts, confronting numerous harrowing setbacks, enduring unimaginable pain and torment, until he ultimately succeeded.

However, those moments of anguish remained somewhat blurred.

"What is this?" Qin Wentian queried himself. The pain and torment seemed beyond human endurance. He could see it clearly, yet it remained oddly indistinct, obscuring his senses.

Deciding to start from the first statue-like figure once more, Qin Wentian immersed himself in its experiences, as though he was living that life anew. He felt every emotion, every challenge faced by that man. When he reached the point of seemingly unending despair once more, the agony struck him deeply. Yet, within that despair, an unwavering resolve emerged, a belief that he could always rise from the ashes, like a phoenix born from fire.

A thunderous realization struck Qin Wentian. In that moment, the blurry scene from before became crystal clear. He finally grasped the kind of agony that the stellar martial cultivator had endured.

"Shattering Immortal Foundation!" Qin Wentian's heart raced. The man had shattered his own Immortal Foundation!

It didn't refer to killing an Immortal Foundation expert but rather, to deliberately destroying one's own Immortal Foundation.

This stellar martial cultivator had willingly established his Immortal Foundation repeatedly, enduring unimaginable pain and challenges, enduring what no one could endure—all through the deliberate shattering of his Immortal Foundation.

"Shattering one's Immortal Foundation. Among immortals, there was someone willing to destroy the Immortal Foundation they painstakingly built, only to rebuild it again and again?" Qin Wentian felt as though he had uncovered the truth, and the gap between him and the ancient emperor had significantly narrowed. He sensed the hard work, the struggle, the despair, and the rebirth of that ancient emperor.

For those who truly wielded power, their journey to supremacy was a painstaking climb, step by arduous step. They navigated countless trials, emerging as formidable beings whose very names resonated throughout the world. Among them, the ancient emperor of legend stood alone in an era where he could match the Brahma Heavenly Emperor, even imprisoning and ultimately slaying him. The tales of his achievements filled people with awe, yet few knew the depths of despair he had plumbed when his immortal foundation crumbled. Back then, even he might not have fathomed that he could surmount such trials.

As Mo Xie persistently sought to consume the energy before him, Qin Wentian chose a divergent path. He embarked on a journey of perception and understanding, allowing the runic lines and diagrams adorning the statues to converge upon him, bathing him in radiant light as their energies flowed ceaselessly into his being.

The sudden turn of events left onlookers bewildered. All eyes were now fixed on Qin Wentian, their hearts quaking. Could this really be happening?

Mo Xie had completed his quest for an indestructible physique, standing just a step away from claiming the inheritance. Was Qin Wentian about to wrest it from him?

If so, what significance did Mo Xie's earlier achievement hold? Had his efforts been in vain?

Mo Xie halted and locked his intense gaze onto Qin Wentian. His dark, golden eyes emitted a frigid chill that seemed capable of cutting Qin Wentian to the bone.

He had declared it before: the inheritance was his as long as he was present. Yet, now, was Qin Wentian planning to seize it from him?

Witnessing the radiant light flowing into Qin Wentian's body, Mo Xie advanced menacingly. Each of his strides emanated a supreme and terrifying power.

Nanfeng Yunxi, Qing'er, Jun Mengchen, and the others snapped to attention as they saw him approach. They gathered around Qin Wentian, forming a protective barrier.

"I advise you to cease your actions," Mo Xie intoned coldly, fixing his gaze on Qin Wentian.

With unruffled composure, Qin Wentian continued to absorb the mysterious energy. He met Mo Xie's gaze and declared, "You lack the qualifications to claim this inheritance."

"No qualifications?" Mo Xie's foot slammed into the ground, unleashing a vast, tsunami-like aura.

Qin Wentian had not only snatched his inheritance but also proclaimed that Mo Xie was unworthy of it?

—BOOM!— An invincible dark golden light enveloped Mo Xie's body as he advanced, each step resembling thunderclaps. Anyone who dared to obstruct him would face death.

—BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!— Monstrous tidal waves surged forth as Mo Xie charged toward Qin Wentian. Suddenly, Jun Mengchen roared with fury and unleashed a devastating punch that seemed to shake the very foundations of the world.

"GET LOST!" Mo Xie bellowed, and a fearsome energy collided with Jun Mengchen. The heavens and earth seemed to quake as a deafening roar filled the air. Despite Jun Mengchen's formidable strength, a single blow from Mo Xie sent him hurtling away, unable to withstand the force of the attack.

"Be careful!" Nanfeng Yunxi cried out, her voice tinged with alarm. Mo Xie had become an unstoppable force, and even with their combined strength, she doubted their ability to halt him.