Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 638: Key

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Tu Leng instantly turned about and moved in the direction of Qin Wentian. Compared to Qin Wentian, a buried immortal was simply too dangerous, he didn’t have anyway to defend against them.

"Let’s join hands for now, or we will both die," Tu Leng stated to Qin Wentian.

At this moment, the demonic qi gushing forth from Qin Wentian was akin to a demon king in recovery. His eyes were incomparably fiend-like as he stared at Tu Leng, and his countenance was exceedingly serene. "Oh is that so? You will die, but I will definitely not die."

"Have you gone crazy?" Tu Leng cursed. The silhouette from the back closed in, causing Tu Leng to be so struck by terror that his entire body turned cold.

"He isn’t crazy, have you seen clearly who am I?" a voice from behind him rang out. Tu Leng turned, he was now trapped between a rock and a hard place. He stared at the oncoming silhouette as he asked, "Who are you?"

"I am him, he is me," that person quietly replied.

"Crazy, all of you are crazy." The blood-colored lightning crackled fiercely around Tu Leng as he rushed towards Qin Wentian with the lightning opening up a path. Qin Wentian’s body exploded directly with a thunderous boom, the blood-lightning penetrated through him, creating a cavity in it. Yet Qin Wentian’s eyes hadn’t lost its light, and was still boring into Tu Leng’s.

"Something is wrong," Tu Leng suddenly sensed something weird. He recalled that it was rumored Qin Wentian had comprehended the true intent of Dreams, and was able to pull someone unconsciously into his dreamscape.

BOOOM!

A terrifying streak of lightning directly blasted into him. Tu Leng felt pain coursing through his entire body as the dreamscape broke. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat. As expected, it was a dream. Qin Wentian was still alive and had no wounds on him at all, let alone the huge cavity in his chest he thought he saw earlier.

"I WANT YOU TO DIE!" Tu Leng rushed Qin Wentian again. Qin Wentian merely stood there while coldly smiling at Tu Leng, allowing Tu Leng’s attack to land on him again. Under the thunderstruck gaze of Tu Leng, a huge hole appeared once more on Qin Wentian’s body. But upon seeing the laughter flickering in Qin Wentian’s eyes, Tu Leng only felt he was trapped in a nightmare he had no way to escape from.

Chi…!

A crisp sound echoed out, Tu Leng was forced awake from the dream. He had never even moved from his original spot at all. Right now, he lowered his head and stared at the sharp sword which had penetrated his heart. That sword then twisted, lacerating his organs. He turned his gaze onto Qin Wentian as an expression of puzzlement flashed in his eyes. He wanted to see clearly who the silhouette behind him was, but he could no longer turn around.

"Double-layered dreamscape. How can your true intent of Dreams be this strong?" Tu Leng stared at Qin Wentian, he understood the true intent of Dreams a little. This particular true intent was extremely unique, but there was also a flaw. One had to concentrate their will and spirit to bring others into their dreamscape. The rate of exhaustion on one’s spirit was incredibly huge and if the person creating the dreamscape were to attack, the dreamscape would become very unstable and easily broken through. Unless one fought against a much weaker opponent, the dreamscape creator would never initiate a physical attack. They would use mental attacks powered by their spirit and imagination to torment their opponents instead.

Earlier, Tu Leng obviously already came out of the dreamscape, but why was he still stuck in it?

"The first time you broke through, that wasn’t my dreamscape. When you turned and looked at him, you have already sunk into his dreams. As for the second time, that’s actually the dreamscape of my creation. I didn’t move to attack you, but he could do so." Qin Wentian calmly explained.

At this instant, Tu Leng only felt a chill so cold that it penetrated his bones. He stuttered in disbelief, "That’s your...true-self incarnation!"

Qin Wentian didn’t reply nor refute. Tu Leng’s eyes flashed with regret, despair and hatred. After which, a sinister smile appeared in his eyes, "An opponent of such caliber like yourself is truly terrifying. However, you will surely die. DEFINITELY, HE WILL NEVER SPARE YOU!"

"Puchi!" Di Tian’s sword finished the strike. Tu Leng’s cold laughter stopped as the expression on his face finally slackened in death.

The one behind him was naturally none other than Di Tian, a true incarnation of himself created by virtue of the Great Nirvana Immortal Art.

A true-self incarnation was the exact same as the original. Both were demon-level geniuses.

Qin Wentian long had plans regarding this true incarnation of his. He would usually use Di Tian to contemplate on Mandates while his original body roamed the world for experiences to temper himself. This way, his cultivation speed would naturally be faster and even if his original body were to die, he would still have a life left.

Di Tian was like the shadow of Qin Wentian. A shadow that almost never appeared in Qin Wentian’s life.

He would only show up at crucial moments, and an example was this immortal palace.

Di Tian wouldn’t influence his life. Qin Wentian wouldn’t allow the true-self incarnation to disrupt it. Di Tian was a trump card, a weapon hidden in the dark. And even though right now everything about them was the same, in the future when Di Tian broke through, he would choose a direction different compared to Qin Wentian. Only then would he be able to achieve the greatest effect of the Great Nirvana Immortal Art. By allowing Di Tian to grow together with himself, Di Tian would become the sharpest weapon he possessed.

After Di Tian took away the items on Tu Leng’s body, he flickered and went off in a random direction, opting not to stick together with Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian departed the area as well and soon after, the two of them found a quiet place for cultivation as they sat down and withdrew their Yuan Meteor Stones for cultivation.

The astral energy within his body seethed and surged, cleansing his impurities as his meridians and energy channels expended. Even his astral novas were being tempered. An intense rumbling sound echoed out and in the short span of a day, Qin Wentian and Di Tian both broke through, stepping into the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper.

Before this, they had made use of the grand formation to fight against a buried immortal. The swordplay of that buried immortal actually gave Qin Wentian a spark of insight. After that, he had comprehended the true intent of Sword while he was roaming the burial grounds. His Mandate of Demons was also on the verge of breaking through to true intent, and just so nicely, Tu Leng appeared. In that savage battle between them, Qin Wentian finally comprehended what the energy of demons should be. Savage, violent, without fear, bloodthirsty, and killing in a frenzy. Ultimately, Qin Wentian broke through when forced into a corner, allowing him to comprehend the true intent of Demons.

After he comprehended the true intent of Demons, even his bloodline seemed to be undergoing a transformation, cleansing away the impurities of his body. A chain reaction then occurred, his cultivation base also soar to the point of breaking through. This was also the reason why Tu Leng chose to flee instead of continuing to battle. He could sense that Qin Wentian was already on the verge, and combat against him would give Qin Wentian the edge to do so.

But even so, he eventually died and Qin Wentian had now stepped into the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper while comprehending a total of four kinds of Mandates: Force, Dreamsleep, Demon, and Sword!

His combat prowess skyrocketed more than a tier upwards. If right now he fought on the Sacred Battle Platform, he could even insta-kill Liu Lan and Di Shi, they wouldn’t even be able to defend themselves. He was also confident that he could easily suppress experts on Tu Leng’s level.

For his next step, Qin Wentian had to pursue the unrivalled-tier in Heavenly Dipper, to be truly unrivalled in this realm. When he saw the combat strength of those buried immortals, Qin Wentian understood that even the him right now, still had an extremely far distance to go to reach that level. The strength of those buried immortals was simply too terrifying, even a character like Tu Leng who had comprehended four intents couldn’t withstand a single strike.

After breaking through, Qin Wentian and Di Tian roamed around the place while consolidating their foundation and tempering the energy of their true intents. Only this way would they be able to freely control their degree of attacks during actual combat.

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More than ten days had passed. Qin Wentian and Di Tian continued advancing into the depths of this immortal burial ground. There were tens of millions of tombs in this space, so many that they were basically countless. By now, Qin Wentian was already numb to the sight, he didn’t dare to imagine the number of immortals buried here. But there was one thing he could be sure of. This immortal palace shouldn’t be something of the Royal Sacred Region. How could there be so many immortals here?

Continuing on his way, Qin Wentian would sit down to cultivate whenever he had a spark of insight. And today, Qin Wentian finally came to the end of this desolate burial ground of immortals.

What appeared before Qin Wentian was a screen of light that connected the heaven and earth. It resembled a rainbow cascading downwards from the sky, standing between the two spaces. And in that shimmering screen of light, an illusory door could be seen.

"Key." Qin Wentian’s expression hardened. From afar, a whistling sound rang out and an instant later, Di Tian appeared with a key in his hands. This key directly transformed into an illusory state as it floated forwards, into the keyhole of the illusory door. An instant later, a small opening appeared there.

Qin Wentian and Di Tian both trembled slightly. The illusory door actually opened, the key Xia Emperor left behind was truly useful. In that case, what secrets would there be at the end of that illusory door?

Streams of terrifying energy fluctuations from a number of ancient auras could be sensed from the other side of that door. Qin Wentian glanced at Di Tian, his eyes flashed with the look of a struggle before gleaming with the light of determination.

"Since I’ve already made it all the way here, I would surely regret it if I don’t enter," Qin Wentian sighed in his heart. As the sound of his voice faded, he turned and decisively left this place. And after he departed, Di Tian’s figure flickered, entering through the illusory door to the next space within.

A resplendent light flashed as that illusory door closed. The two spaces were separated once more.

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At this moment, Di Tian stood at the other side of the doorway. The illusory door closed behind him and was sealed shut, and Di Tian understood he no longer had a path of retreat. Di Tian was thinking that back than the Xia Emperor didn’t actually use this key. He didn’t know how the Xia Emperor acquired this key. Maybe it was because of his strength? Or more likely, it was because of his luck.

"Finally, someone entered," a hoarse voice rang out. Di Tian’s countenance was calm and serene. Since he had already entered, no matter what he faced, he wouldn’t flinch from it.

"Those that were able to enter here are all able to solo-kill those buried immortals. This new person should have have some strength, right?"

"Haha, I wonder if he will be able to obtain the inheritance of that old thief. If he really succeeded, this meant that all of us would regain our freedom."

A number of voices rang out, as though they had been too lonely prior to his arrival. It had been too long since they saw someone new entering this space. This lonely world suddenly seemed to brighten up and became more lively with the arrival of Di Tian.

"Only those who could solo-kill the buried immortals would gain the qualifications to enter this space?" Di Tian’s heart pounded when he heard that. How strong was a buried immortal? Those who could solo-kill them, that meant that their strength had truly reached the unrivalled-tier of Heavenly Dipper. Could it be that only those monstrous existences had the rights to enter this place?

"Old thief? Inheritance?"

These people should hate the master of the immortal palace very much, right? They actually dared to refer to him as an old thief. In that case, it might be possible that the master of this immortal palace was already dead.

Di Tian quickly filtered out the useless info. He continued walking forward as their voices rang out in his ear.

"Only at the eighth-level of Heavenly Dipper? How can this be?" someone questioned bewilderedly.

"There’s no need for you all to continue dreaming. This old man has already been here for 80,000 years. Although the number of people that have entered here before was not that many, there were a few hundred of them through these years. Which one among them wasn’t a character that exuded unmatched magnificence throughout his generation? But what was the result? All of them were played to death by you freaks. What nonsense are you talking about, this new arrival might be able to receive the inheritance? I curse that that old thief would never be able to find a successor for all eternity. Just look at how absurd the difficulty of the conditions he set is?"

"Haha, all of you remember to be more lenient this time around, don’t make this little fellow die too early. If not, it would really be too boring." Someone laughed uproariously, as though already treating Di Tian as their plaything.

"Is this a nest of devils?" Di Tian started, his heart trembling involuntarily from their words. These people had actually been stuck within for 80,000 years. After such a long time, even if they didn’t go crazy, it was only expected that their personalities had turned twisted right?