Unstoppable Momentum

Unstoppable Momentum . . .

Two years prior, a seismic event had shaken the foundations of the Cloud Prefecture. The venerable Jiang Clan, a hallowed institution dedicated to the art of weaponsmithing, was obliterated in a single day by a solitary figure.

This cataclysmic event had sent shockwaves that reverberated across the entire Cloud Prefecture, capturing the attention of all major powers. The mystery surrounding the identity of the enigmatic annihilator had intrigued and confounded the masses.

Rumors swirled, speculations ran wild, but ultimately, the truth emerged. The perpetrator was none other than the legendary figure known as the Driftsnow Master, a name steeped in history, now resurrected with a vengeance.

As the Cloud Prefecture grappled with the astonishing revelation, discussions and debates became fervent. It was a narrative that transcended belief – the mighty Jiang Clan brought to its knees by a mere third-level ascendant. Even more incredulous was the failed attempt of the Cloud Prefecture's collective forces to confront an immortal, albeit a posthumous one. The saga of the Driftsnow Master, his life, death, and the city infused with his soul, had etched itself into the annals of legend.

The seismic events of that fateful day had etched two names indelibly into the Cloud Prefecture's collective consciousness. One was the Driftsnow Master, a name that had already acquired an air of timelessness. The other, less ancient but no less renowned, was Qin Wentian.

Now, in the heat of the Cloudheaven Arena, a young man garbed in pristine white made an audacious proclamation. He declared himself to be Qin Wentian, the successor of the Driftsnow Master.

A hush descended upon the assembled masses, and countless eyes turned toward the solitary figure on the battle platform, his resplendent white attire a stark contrast to the gravity of the moment.

Was this, they wondered, the same youth whose name had resounded throughout the Cloud Prefecture two years earlier? The very individual who had sent shockwaves through the land and had confronted the combined might of the Prefecture's major powers.

In terms of notoriety, Qin Wentian's reputation eclipsed that of any other Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant in the Cloud Prefecture. The weight of his past actions bore heavily upon the minds of those present, and many harbored deep-seated grudges.

The Idlecloud Immortal King, seated upon his throne, regarded Qin Wentian with a glimmer of intrigue. His expression hinted at anticipation, as if sensing the burgeoning tempest about to engulf the Cloudheaven Arena.

"Indeed, quite interesting," he remarked.

"This brat," a representative from the Battle Heavens Immortal Manor spoke with a cold edge, "caused many deaths among our ranks when he resided in the weaponized city. Now, with no city to shield him, let us gather our geniuses to confront him on the Cloudheaven Arena."

The echoes of vengeance resounded as another voice, this one from the Myriad Sage Academy, chimed in with equal fervor, "This brat must pay the price."

The tension in the Cloudheaven Arena was palpable as Qin Wentian's name echoed through the hushed crowd. Many harbored grudges against this young man, and they now saw an opportunity for vengeance.

"Finally, he shows himself. He won't escape this time," muttered an expert from the Ninepeak Immortal Court, voicing sentiments shared by many present.

Qin Wentian had ruffled too many feathers during his time in the Driftsnow City, offending numerous individuals, most of whom hailed from the formidable peak-tier powers of the Cloud Prefecture. These powers had gathered to watch their promising juniors compete in the selection test, and upon spotting Qin Wentian among the participants, their collective resolve to settle the score surged.

Amid the mounting tension, Jun Mengchen marveled at the spectacle. "Wow, our senior brother is quite famous here," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. He couldn't help but feel slightly bemused by the intense attention directed at Qin Wentian. None of the previous geniuses who had taken the stage had garnered this level of scrutiny.

Zi Qingxuan's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she exchanged a glance with Mu Yan. A knowing smile played on Mu Yan's lips as he explained, "Our friend here managed to acquire an entire weaponized city, an object coveted by the major powers. A massive battle ensued, leading to the deaths of many from their sects and clans. Needless to say, he made some powerful enemies."

Jun Mengchen nodded in understanding. "Ah, now it makes sense. That battle must have been a massive showdown to create such an impact," he commented. Indeed, the grand battle that had unfolded two years ago had been nothing short of extraordinary.

On the Cloudheaven Arena, Qin Wentian's arrival was met with an instant reaction. As he stepped onto the battle platform, a faint battle qi halo formed around him, mirroring the nascent halo of his opponent. Their halos were both a mere 1 meter in width, clearly indicating that neither had engaged in combat on this stage before.

Wu Yang, sensing the unusual atmosphere, couldn't help but recall the past. Locking eyes with Qin Wentian, he posed a question laden with history. "Are you the Qin Wentian who stirred up trouble in the Driftsnow City two years ago?"

Qin Wentian nodded calmly. "That's me."

A sinister glint flashed in Wu Yang's eyes as he declared, "Good. Today, I will take your life to commemorate my debut on the Cloudheaven Arena."

Wu Yang exuded an overwhelming aura of confidence and arrogance as he approached Qin Wentian, emanating a palpable aura of suppression. To Qin Wentian's surprise, he recognized the attributes of the energy Wu Yang cultivated—it was none other than suppression energy, akin to his own.

Wu Yang's body was enveloped in a radiant suppression light, and with each step he took, a wave of suppression energy emanated, intensifying his imposing demeanor.

The participants on the Cloudheaven Arena had all passed the preliminary rounds, demonstrating their ability to challenge opponents of higher levels. Wu Yang, as a chosen disciple of the Suppression Immortal Sect, was undeniably formidable.

In an instant, Qin Wentian's Dreamworld Constellation materialized, casting an ethereal presence in the sky. Wu Yang, however, was unfazed. He summoned towering stone monuments, each radiating a crushing suppression force, forming an impenetrable array.

With a decisive motion, Wu Yang unleashed the energy stored within these monuments, aiming to overwhelm Qin Wentian's Dreamworld Constellation. Simultaneously, he sent a barrage of stone monuments hurtling directly at Qin Wentian. The pace of their exchange was nothing short of breathtaking.

With the graceful sweep of his arms, magnificent wings unfurled behind the valiant figure of Qin Wentian, and he soared through the cerulean sky, leaving a trail of starlight in his wake. As his fingers danced through the air, ancient stone monoliths congregated around him, coalescing into a colossal monument of unparalleled supremacy. The sheer weight of this monument bore down upon him, its overwhelming force momentarily imprisoning Qin Wentian's movements.

In the face of this relentless suppression, Qin Wentian's unwavering determination shone through as he brandished his spear with unwavering resolve. Yet, his once-potent weapon shattered into a shower of shards, unable to withstand the relentless pressure exerted by the monumental force.

Wu Yang, his adversary, took calculated steps forward, a smirk dancing on his lips. He taunted Qin Wentian, "Leaving the protective confines of the weaponized city was your first mistake, and choosing me as your inaugural opponent, well, that's a decision you'll come to regret. Your life will end here."

However, hidden beneath the surface of Qin Wentian's calm exterior, a storm of thoughts raged. "This man shares my cultivation level, and it's evident he can punch above his weight. Being a chosen one from a major power, he possesses the capability to triumph even when facing foes two levels above him. This selection process teems with extraordinary talents."

Observing the unfolding spectacle, onlookers couldn't help but express their opinions. "It appears that this young man was heavily reliant on the ancient Driftsnow City's power two years ago. His innate strength is commendable, yet it pales in comparison to his illustrious reputation."

However, Jun Mengchen, a fellow observer, puzzled over Qin Wentian's apparent restraint. He turned to Mu Yan for insight, asking, "Why is our senior brother concealing his true strength?"

Both Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan shared a common understanding that Qin Wentian possessed the ability to overcome Wu Yang with relative ease.

Mu Yan replied with a knowing smile, "Revealing too much in a single battle would hinder his ability to accumulate battle qi in the future. He's playing the long game."

Wu Yang, seizing the opportunity, lunged forward. His stone monuments encircled him, each one unleashing a torrent of devastating attacks upon Qin Wentian. The relentless assault pushed Qin Wentian to his limits.

In the midst of this intense exchange, an instant of confusion swept over Wu Yang, as if an illusory world had enveloped him. Qin Wentian's spear, radiant and blinding, expanded explosively within this mirage, leaving streaks of brilliance in its wake.

Realization struck Wu Yang as he gritted his teeth. "An illusion!" But it was too late. Qin Wentian had closed the gap between them, his spear piercing Wu Yang's throat with unforgiving precision.

With a swift and deadly thrust, Wu Yang's life was extinguished. The crafty, unexpected maneuver had sealed his fate. Qin Wentian withdrew his spear, and Wu Yang's body slumped to the ground, his battle qi absorbed by his triumphant opponent.

The members of the Suppression Immortal Sect, infuriated by this unforeseen outcome, watched in disbelief. How could Wu Yang have perished in battle?

The battle platform was swiftly cleared as Qin Wentian, spear in hand, stood poised for the next challenger.

A whirlwind of emotions surged as a figure descended from the heavens, landing on the same platform where Qin Wentian stood. His gaze burned with an intense determination as he locked eyes with Qin Wentian, the air bristling with palpable tension.

"I am Zurian of the Battle Heavens Immortal Manor," he declared, a striking resemblance to his brother Zurius, also from the Battle Heavens Immortal Manor. His fury radiated like a tempest, shaking the very foundations of their surroundings.

With a powerful thrust of both palms, Zurian unleashed a force capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

Qin Wentian, however, remained resolute. He discarded his spear and closed the distance between them with lightning speed. An ethereal armor of runic light enveloped him, and as he unleashed his palms, a cataclysmic wave of destruction cascaded forth. The ensuing collision produced deafening explosions, and amid the chaos, a harrowing cry of agony pierced the air as Zurian's arms were shattered beyond recognition. Another crushing palm strike followed, swiftly ending Zurian's life.

Qin Wentian's battle halo gleamed brilliantly as he absorbed the fallen warrior's battle qi. Zurian's lifeless body tumbled from the platform, crashing heavily to the ground below.