Chapter 1212: The Last Dao Lecture
Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire
Qin Wentian stared at the sky. He was still sitting on his stone pillar, yet he had a strange feeling that his body was shifting.
"Starry space!"
Qin Wentian inclined his head and stared toward the horizon. He could see different constellations there, spaced extremely far apart from each other. But from the distance, he could still sense the majestic and powerful auras radiating from each of the gigantic constellations.
"Are we traveling through space?" Many people had this thought in their minds. An intense light suddenly descended from the sky, and the piercing divine glow was so bright that they couldn't open their eyes. The light shone brighter than the sun; the nearby geniuses couldn't withstand its glare for long and they soon lost consciousness.
"RUMBLE~" A violent commotion rang out. Qin Wentian's immortal sense finally succeeded in drifting outwards. When he opened his eyes, he was still on top of the stone pillar, but Qing`er, Mo Qingcheng, and his other companions who were originally sitting beside him, had all disappeared.
Before him, a figure floated in the air.
Qin Wentian had never met this man before. He stood there quietly, as though waiting for him. That figure was dressed in simple attire and didn't have a very high cultivation base. He was only at the sixth level, the same level as him, However, even as he stood there, the man gave the impression of someone who had merged completely with the heavens. Such a perfect fusion caused Qin Wentian's heart to stir with interest. He knew he wouldn't be able to do the same.
"Between the two of us, only one may leave this place alive," the young man suddenly announced, causing Qin Wentian to frown. The last dao lecture of the sacred academy was a tempering exercise with the risk of death? Who was this person?
The moment his opponent turned, Qin Wentian felt the shift in his opponent's aura. In an instant, a piercing divine glow covered his opponent's body as an unexcelled amount of might gushed forth, forming a resonance with the heavens and earth. It felt like this entire world only existed for him to control.
Qin Wentian was confident that among those in the sacred academy, no one with a sixth-level immortal-foundation could be considered on par with him. However, this man before him actually gave him a huge sense of danger. Evidently, this figure wasn't someone from the sacred academy.
Qin Wentian unleashed his aura as well, the look in his eyes had darkened. This was a very powerful opponent.
"BOOM!" His opponent suddenly moved. In an instant, countless bolts of lightning fell from the sky, enveloping the area around Qin Wentian. His opponent's entire body radiated thunder and lightning, instantly appearing before Qin Wentian. An invincible thunder chariot suddenly manifested, charging ahead with indomitable force as though intending to steamroll everything in its path, including Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian's countenance drastically changed. His opponent's true capability had exceeded his expectations; that attack was far more terrifying when witnessed firsthand.
Using the God's Hand, Qin Wentian blasted out several palm imprints while a divine turtle phantom enveloped him protectively, with ancient characters of suppression revolving around it.
"BOOM, BOOM. BOOM!" Everything collapsed under the fiercely charging chariot. The palm imprints shattered as the ancient characters were destroyed. Even the phantom shell of the divine turtle exploded. Qin Wentian's body flung mercilessly through the air, slamming harshly onto the ground. He groaned with misery as he coughed out a mouthful of blood.
His countenance was as pale as paper, staring in shock at the figure before him. Right now, boundless destructive might consisting of lightning and thunder could be seen congregating around the body of his opponent, incomparably resplendent. Lightning bolts fell unceasingly from the sky, blasting Qin Wentian's surroundings as even more war chariots appeared.
"Body of laws, immortal-king might." Qin Wentian stared fixedly at his opponent. No matter what aspect it may be, he felt that he himself was already very outstanding. However, with the exchange of a single blow, he had actually been injured. This enemy before him was far scarier than Huang Shatian.
"The sacred academy has vastly improved your combat proficiency, otherwise my strike would have killed you already. Sadly, what you've learned simply wasn't enough. Hence, your only option is to die." The other party was emotionless, as though he was speaking of an extremely insignificant matter. Qin Wentian's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he directly activated his bloodline power, causing a fearsome aura to gush forth from him.
The eyes of his opponent flashed with a look of interest. But a moment later, a similarly powerful bloodline might also radiated from his body. In that instant, the man's long hair fluttered in the wind as the sound of explosive thunder filled the sky. This entire world seemed to have transformed into a world of thunder laws.
"Bloodline power?" The other party laughed as a violent aura erupted from him. His bloodline power was just as tyrannical.
"KILL!" The man swiftly pointed a finger at Qin Wentian. In the next moment, the thunder chariot rumbled and charged forth with explosive speed. It was powered by the might of thunder and lightning, capable of destroying everything. Qin Wentian had no choice but to retreat. His opponent's attack seemed to contain a force that was boundless. Such an innate technique could only be something that had been refined to the very peak, even reaching the same level as the secret ultimate arts.
Qin Wentian's immortal-foundation began to emit a red-colored light, manifesting numerous Greater Demons. However, they were unable to obstruct the chariot even slightly.
"You can actually withstand my attack for this long." A stunned look flashed past the young man's eyes. As the sound of a thunderclap rang out, his body vanished, reappearing directly above Qin Wentian in the next moment. A thunder lance appeared in his hands as he controlled the thunder chariot. A black-colored destructive qi could be seen circulating around the lance and then the chariot descended from the sky, rushing directly towards Qin Wentian.
At that instant, no matter how powerful Qin Wentian's attacks were, all of them collapsed under the thunderous might.
Qin Wentian roared loudly, unleashing his strongest strike. His body resembled a fiendgod, and he blasted out with the augmentation of the God's Hand, launching a strike filled with demonic energy that could devour the heavens. Instantly, the chariots were all devoured and trapped within.
His opponent furrowed his brows, then swiftly controlled the chariots and led them to charge out of the terrifying vortex. After that, a fearsome explosive sound rang out right as that vortex of destructive apocalyptic might cracked open. Despite the destruction of the vortex, the thunder chariots had ended up destroyed from the counterattack. The young man looked to be in a sorry state, although he wasn't injured.
"That rotten academy actually managed to nurture someone like you in just 40 years. It truly is extremely rare." The eyes of the young man flashed with a lonely arrogance. He then continued coldly, "However, you still have to die."
As he spoke, the chariot appeared once more. But this time around, there was a total of eighteen war chariots. The amount of immortal-king might he controlled was actually greater compared to Huang Shatian. And in addition with the augmentation provided by his bloodline, this young man could truly be said to be invincible in the entire immortal-foundation realm.
Qin Wentian had a look of despair on his face. Never had he imagine that he would meet such a terrifying opponent. When the eighteen thunder chariots charged over, they left a trail of destruction in their wake. The destructive might ravaged Qin Wentian's body, completely penetrating through. At this instant, his heart was filled with an intense unwillingness to accept this outcome.
After 40 years, he'd finally raised his cultivation to this level. Was he going to die just like that?
After his death, what would happen to Qing`er and Qingcheng? If they were to also meet such a situation, would they be able to survive?
After he died, who would carry out his revenge for his father and mother?
His will slowly slackened, his spirit seemed to float between the heavens and earth, filled with immense reluctance.
After a moment, countless scenes burst forth from his mind, like the projection of a movie, playing one after another. From the time of his youth back in Chu, until he met Qingcheng. Right now, his heart was filled with endless longing.
"Why do you seek the martial path?" A voice drilled into his sea of consciousness.
In this life, why did he seek the martial path?
He cleaved the Pill Emperor Hall into two for Qingcheng, he barged through countless places in the immortal realms just to reunite with Qing`er. And he also knew of the tortures his father had been subjected to before his death. He sought the martial path because he didn't want the cruel reality of this world to block the intentions of his heart.
"RUMBLE!" All of a sudden, his mind trembled violently as his consciousness returned. Qin Wentian abruptly opened his eyes, only to feel that he was completely drenched in sweat. He glanced at his surroundings and when he saw Qing`er and Qingcheng, joy could be seen in his eyes. He also discovered that they were both looking at him tearfully.
At this instant, Qin Wentian suddenly understood that all of them had probably gone through a similar experience.
Had it been real? Or an illusion?
Qin Wentian stared at the Sky Connecting Realm, uncertainty in his heart. Had it all been false? But why did it feel so real? Even the innate techniques that were used had felt real. The strength of his opponent, the energy his opponent had used—it was like he'd personally experienced it.
Had it been real? Why would there be such a powerful cultivator?
In fact, he'd even termed the Heavenly Dao Sacred Academy as a rotten academy.
The sacred location where all the geniuses from the immortal realms passed through, the place that had nurtured ancient emperors, had actually been termed a rotten academy?
"Earlier, I believe all of you found the truth of why you are seeking the martial path. You should now have a clearer understanding of your daos. That will be your unending motivation, and the deeper your obsessions and reasons are, the further you will be able to walk on your respective paths."
The ethereal voice rang out, and a misty figure appeared above the stone pillars. Right now, the entire Sky Connecting Realm was floating in the starry space. What sort of character was the master of the Sky Connecting Realm exactly? This person who taught the dao, was he the headmaster of the sacred academy?
The words of this figure caused Qin Wentian to fall into deep comprehension. The obsession one had towards their daos would eventually be the driving force and determination to push them further onto their chosen paths. If he had lacked the unquenchable determination to continue pushing forward, perhaps he might have been able to reach his current level, but his speed wouldn't have been that fast.
"I've met many people in my life before this. Some people hovered at the peak of immortal-foundation, unable to break through to the immortal-king realm despite long periods of time, and they eventually gave up on themselves. For some others, they were stuck in the immortal-king realm, unable to enter the immortal-emperor level, causing heart demons to manifest when they lost the original state of their hearts. At that time, without a sufficient level of conviction, they would only be able to stand at the same spot for the rest of their lives. And the same goes for everyone here. Not just one person, but everyone will eventually have to stop at a certain realm once they reach the boundaries of their limitations."
The voice of this figure seemed to contain a mysterious magical power. All of the geniuses present thought back to the struggles they'd faced when they were at a certain cultivation level. It was very true that after enduring for a long time without improvements, some people would be tormented by that fact and descend into madness, losing their patience and even losing their original self.
Cultivation was truly too difficult. Given their talents, they had no problem entering the immortal-foundation realm. But what about the immortal king and immortal emperor realm? How many struggles would those major characters at the peak of the immortal realms have to face before they reached a state of cultivation of pure calmness? Most probably, these would all be people with great will and perseverance, having enough conviction to support them on their paths.
The last dao lecture of the sacred academy wasn't like the dao lectures of the past. It actually began from death and began from one's state of heart, slowly causing the geniuses to sink into contemplation.