Endless Slaughter

Endless Slaughter . . .

The Myriad Incarnations Immortal King, an undeniable presence among the immortal kings, wielded an awe-inspiring immortal sense. Her power was formidable, capable of seamlessly shifting forms in the blink of an eye, instantly shrouding every soul on the immortal mountains.

Suddenly, the world around the participants transformed. Although they remained atop the mountain peaks, the sense of camaraderie had vanished. Gazing around, they saw only an endless expanse of sky above, their companions conspicuously absent. The sole sounds were their own breaths echoing in this surreal, isolated realm.

"An illusion scape?" murmured Qin Wentian. An illusion of this magnitude, conjured by the Myriad Incarnations Immortal King, would be profoundly potent.

In his own experience, even at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, he could weave dreamscapes compelling enough to bewilder his adversaries. Within his Dreamworld Constellation, a dream domain materialized, rendering everything within it as actuality to his foes. He recognized the gravity of the challenge he now faced; this female immortal king was a daunting opponent of staggering power.

"If you desire to escape this illusion scape, simply inform me," her mellifluous voice floated to their ears. Qin Wentian's expression stiffened. His surroundings instantaneously shifted into a hellscape. The scorching heat of molten lava radiated from the surroundings. Bubbles burst on the surface of the lava, and a sudden, searing pain engulfed him, as if his very essence was on the brink of incineration.

Launching himself into the air, he attempted to evade the lava below. Yet the sky above transformed into a fiery abyss, a sea of blazing infernos. The boiling lava was an imminent death sentence.

"This...," Qin Wentian gasped. Trapped between fiery tides, rising columns of scalding air corroded his defenses, causing beads of perspiration to accumulate. Discomfort pervaded his entire being, his skin parched and brittle from dehydration.

Though excruciating, he endured the oppressive heat. Looking down, he observed the simmering lava beneath him, emitting ominous, malevolent vibes. The sizzling liquid seethed with an ominous aura.

In a rapid surge, a colossal, enigmatic creature emerged from the molten depths, its visage twisted in malevolence.

"Swish~"

A monstrous, fiery beast emerged with bared fangs and needle-like claws, spewing molten streams from its maw. Its grotesque visage appeared otherworldly, as though it hailed from the deepest pits of hell.

The beast exuded an aura of malice as it effortlessly broke free from the lava, hurtling toward Qin Wentian with the swiftness of lightning. Its razor-sharp claws, brimming with formidable strength, created thunderous booms as they sliced through the air.

Raising his palms, Qin Wentian unleashed a Grand Nihility Palm Imprint, colliding with the beast's claw.

"Bang!" An overwhelming force rent his palm imprint asunder, and in the blink of an eye, the beast's attack was upon him. Its power was unimaginable.

"This level of strength... it should be at the absolute limit of what one can achieve at the peak of the first level of Celestial Phenomenon," mused Qin Wentian, his mind racing as he retreated with explosive speed. His eyes gleamed with a frigid determination, and he unleashed a terrifying willpower, imbued with dreamforce. To his dismay, he soon discovered that the gigantic beast remained unfazed. It was, after all, a corporeal entity formed within this illusion scape, impervious to the willpower of anyone weaker than its creator. Only direct attacks could harm it.

"BOOM!" The creature's razor-sharp claws descended once more, and Qin Wentian raised his palms in defense. Agonizing pain coursed through him as the claws lacerated his flesh, confirming the beast's lethality.

"DIE!" Qin Wentian's voice was icy as he channeled a formidable surge of sword qi, tearing through the very fabric of reality. With a resounding whoosh, the monstrous beast disintegrated into molten fragments, dissipating into the fiery abyss below.

Yet Qin Wentian's brow remained furrowed as he sensed the presence of three more beasts lurking beneath the lava. Simultaneously, they surfaced, locking their ruthless gazes onto him, brimming with unrelenting malice and intent to kill.

With a thunderous roar, all three beasts launched coordinated attacks against Qin Wentian. His relentless storm of sword might persisted, but he remained concerned. If the lava could continually spawn such horrific monstrosities, how could he possibly overcome this challenge posed by the immortal king expert?

As he floated in mid-air, an overwhelming force surged forth, mingling with his sword qi. He raised his palms, directing the torrent of sword energy toward the three beasts, cleaving them to shreds.

"Swish, swish~"

The perilous auras persisted, and this time, the monstrous beasts weren't merely beneath Qin Wentian; some emerged from the fiery ocean above him. Over ten beasts materialized simultaneously. Qin Wentian's mind raced as he sought a solution.

Their roars resonated, shaking the very fabric of space. These ten or more formidable creatures, each brimming with explosive power, charged toward him in unison. Were he an ordinary Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant, his fate would surely be sealed.

Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with a cold resolve as he directed his strike into the void. In an instant, a razor-sharp sword cleaved through the fabric of space, exerting overwhelming pressure that crushed everything in its path. Anguished cries echoed as the monstrous beasts succumbed to his attack, their forms dissolving into nothingness. His combat prowess far surpassed that of a first-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivator.

He raised his head to survey the sky, and a colossal sword materialized in his grip. With a mighty leap, the clamor of countless swords filled the air as he propelled himself toward the fiery sea, intent on shattering it.

"BOOM!"

As his sword qi permeated the lava, he watched it disintegrate into molten heat and become one with the fiery abyss. A sense of despair washed over him. If he attempted to traverse this realm physically, he risked being consumed by the scorching lava, dooming himself to a fiery demise.

It was as though this place was an inescapable trap, devoid of exits. To make matters worse, more lava beasts manifested, their numbers swelling. Within an hour, they inundated the realm, their malevolent gazes fixated on him, rendering the space increasingly perilous. Here, it seemed, there was no end in sight.

Qin Wentian's second constellation emerged, casting a rich corona of pure golden light, marking it as an astral soul from the sixth heavenly level. An aura of immense destruction emanated from it, with torrents of potent sword might swirling around the constellation. This was none other than the Sword Slaughter Constellation, evolved from his King Sword astral soul.

A relentless horde of monstrous beasts surged toward Qin Wentian, but his constellation unleashed brilliant beams of light that transformed into countless razor-sharp swords, radiating incredible destructive force.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!"

The beasts fell one after another, yet Qin Wentian's expression remained grave as he stood beneath his constellation.

Even for a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant, their astral energy reserves were not limitless. Despite their capacity to store vast amounts of astral energy, there was still a limit that could be depleted.

The monstrous beasts perished repeatedly, only to be reborn time and again. To Qin Wentian, these creatures seemed relatively weak. However, no matter how feeble they were, the fact that they could respawn infinitely posed an imminent threat.

"I need to conserve my energy to endure this challenge," Qin Wentian concluded. With that in mind, he seated himself in mid-air, his constellation radiating brilliantly as a splendid phenomenon materialized behind him.

"Sword Slaughter Constellation, annihilate!" Qin Wentian declared coldly, commanding a deluge of sharp swords that rained down upon his surroundings, overwhelming everything with its destructive power, centered around him.

Ten thousand blades hung suspended in the sky, dominating the space as the endless onslaught of monstrous beasts met their demise beneath the relentless storm of sword might.

To mitigate the rapid energy depletion, Qin Wentian retrieved several Yuan Meteor Stones and channeled their energy into his reserves.

As time flowed by, the supreme beings at the banquet calmly observed the participants' experiences within the illusion scape. Many had voluntarily conceded by now. The Myriad Incarnations Immortal King, averse to bloodshed, offered a lifeline to those who chose to surrender, allowing them to remain standing on the mountain peaks, where they could watch the trials of their persevering counterparts. It seemed the Immortal King had designed it this way, granting them a chance to witness the struggles of those still fighting.

"Quite fair," thought everyone, acknowledging the trial's merit. It pitted the participants against beasts, with their combat prowess determining their fate. Those whose abilities fell short would be swiftly eliminated, leaving only the truly qualified behind.

Nevertheless, some exhibited extraordinary strength. These participants faced creatures of equal power, yet they dispatched them with ease, revealing combat prowess that far exceeded their apparent cultivation levels.

"Look at those little brats; some of them possess truly remarkable constellations," remarked the Scarce Moon Immortal King with a wistful smile. His gaze was fixed on his descendant, Que Tianyi, a sense of pride glowing on his face.

Que Tianyi's constellation took on the form of numerous cold, silvery moons. Its astral light emitted an icy chill that froze monstrous beasts solid the moment they came into contact with it.

"I must say, my judgment is exceptional," chimed in Deepflame with a hearty laugh. He too had his eyes on Que Tianyi, clearly impressed. "Scarce Moon Immortal King, Que Tianyi is truly outstanding. His style of attack won't easily deplete his energy reserves; he should be able to endure all the way to the end."

Deepflame then turned his gaze toward Qin Wentian. In fact, if one were to compare the audacious spirit of youth in their eyes, Que Tianyi's eyes weren't any less spirited than Qin Wentian's. However, Que Tianyi's fame in the immortal realms, his status as a descendant of the Scarce Moon Immortal King, and his possession of a violet-gold astral soul had already established his strength before this trial. But when it came down to it, the real reason behind Deepflame's preference for Que Tianyi was simply that he found the young man more agreeable, while Bai Wuya, on the other hand, held a favorable opinion of Qin Wentian.

"Bai Wuya, take a good look at the constellation of the young man you've chosen. Although it's powerful, the rate of energy consumption is far too high. While he may manage to persevere into the top hundred, it's highly unlikely he'll make it to the final three," Deepflame remarked with a hint of condescension. Evidently, the "young man" he mentioned referred to Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's constellation had already demonstrated its formidable might, a fact acknowledged by all the experts at the banquet. However, they were equally aware that the energy required for such a constellation to unleash continuous attacks was astronomically high. There was no doubt that Qin Wentian's energy reserves would soon dwindle to nothing.