The Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 133: Fogy old shit

After returning to his residence, Qin Wentian began cultivating. But at the moment, his condition is not very good.

In his dream, Qin Wentian was sitting under the starry sky, and above him, many rounds of secret lines intertwined intricately as they turned into countless shadows of fists that filled the sky. As the fist shadow exploded downwards, Qin Wentian calmly sat there. He knew that they could not afford to hurt him because this was within his dream realm.

Right now, Qin Wentian was trying to recreate and replicate the scenario from level 1 of the Astral River Hall to level 5. On the 5th floor, he felt beautiful secret lines metamorphose into spiral black holes before they turned into a terrifying fist light, smashing downwards. However, when he stepped into the 6th level, the fist light he felt was no longer a fist light, but rather a shadow of a heavenly fist powered by the power of the constellations wanting to annihilate Heaven and Earth,

Each shadow of a fist was like a constellation, a beautiful sight of tens of millions of constellations crumbling down, causing fear even in the hearts of the brave heroes. Especially at that moment when the pressure hit his consciousness; tens of millions of constellations merged together, becoming a single entity, turning into streams of light as his body trembled trembling from the impact.

"How beautiful." Qin Wentian tilted his head as he stared at the starry sky in his dream, immersing himself inside.

After a while, the Astral Energy in Qin Wentian's body began to surge, when the Heavenly Hammer merged from Astral Light appeared in his hand. Suddenly, Qin Wentian swung his hammer down, slamming it into the ground, creating a Divine Trace that resembled the starry sky from before. Inside the trail, countless miniature constellations could be seen spinning slowly in a circular motion.

"If I were to write down this Divine Trace onto the weapon, the augmentation effect would be so great that it would be unimaginable. Maybe I can even create a top-tier third-grade Divine Weapon. ”Qin Wentian took a deep breath and felt the excitement in his heart. After that, he created a pencil and paper, and began to write a trail under the starry sky.

After a long period of time, he tried the inscription process many times, and finally, Qin Wentian managed to write down the 2nd Divine Footprint of his own creation.

Just like before, the silhouette held an ancient spear with one hand. This attack was as heavy as a mountain, and at the moment the ancient spear pierced, a terrifying spiral appeared. At the tip of the spear, many constellations could be seen spinning in beautiful arcs as they burst forward with terrifying spirals, giving people the sensation that he was capable of devouring anything.

"This will be the second stance of my Great Art Halberd Art, Falling Star Position." Qin Wentian muttered in a low voice.

Now, there were already two Great Dream Halbard art positions that he had created. The first stance was Mountain Splitter, while the second was Fallen Star.

The condition was that he would have to gather and condense a sufficient amount of Astral Energy before it could be used. However, for Qin Wentian who was able to condense Divine Energy, this was not a problem at all.

Standing up, Qin Wentian began to practice the attitude of the two Fallen Stars within his dreamscape. It was one thing to use his imagination to write down the Divine Traces, but if he wanted to use them in real battles, the requirements would naturally be higher by several times and it would naturally not be so easy.

The vision of Fallen Star's creation was naturally understood from the Astral River Hall. However, it was impossible to replicate the frightening level of power of the spiral black holes of levels 5 and 6 in the Astral River Hall. At most, the attack power he exerted would be equivalent to the astral pressure of the 3rd level. Even so, it was enough to increase his attacking prowess by several times. This second created attitude would be his strongest attack since the creation of the Mountain Splitter. His strength was undoubtedly countless times stronger when compared to Mountain Splitter.

Qin Wentian furiously cultivated while regretting that time was not enough. Although Little Rascal's speed was extremely fast, it would still take some time to reach Emperor Chu District. This was also the reason why there was almost nothing left in the Star Emperor Academy, because the distance to it was simply too great. For those who did not possess a demon beast like a mountain, they would waste too much time traveling back and forth.

And in the end, Qin Wentian had yet to fully master Fallen Star. He hurriedly absorbed the Astral Energy from the Yuan Meteor Stones to replenish the energy in his body, while secretly lamenting that time passed too quickly.

When the Astral Energy within his body recovered to its optimal level, Qin Wentian would float into his sea of consciousness. There, he saw the small Astral Being once again.

This was the legacy he left behind by his father's ruthless old man, transformed from a stone used to hang his neck. Previously, he had witnessed many incredible things from the tiny Astral Being memory fragment, even obtaining heaven-defying techniques such as the Spirit Completion Method. Although it was not a godly innate technique, Qin Wentian did not dare to put a price on the value of the Spirit Completion Method. He knew that if, somehow, the Spirit Refinement Method were to leak out, it would cause the entire Chu State to become topsy-turvy.

"The 3rd round of Jun Lin Banquet is near, I wonder which part of memory I will get this time. I wish you luck. "Murmured Qin Wentian in his heart. After sensing Sikong Mingyue's killing intent and power level, Qin Wentian felt an overwhelming pressure. His level of strength was still not enough for him to obtain a championship, especially with the fact that his Fallen Star Stance had yet to be fully mastered. That was why he wished to be lucky enough to obtain some memory fragments that might be useful to him.

The moment his will soared to Astral Being, Qin Wentian once again felt as if he had just stepped into the boundless Astral River with many pieces of astral memory fragments located within it.

Qin Wentian was about to drift, and the Yuan Meteor Stones held in his hands turned into a terrifying stream of light, with frenzy flowing towards the small Astral Being as his will came into contact with the memory fragments. He did not hesitate to spend a large amount of Yuan Meteor Stones, as he wanted to try to see if he could find a method to increase his combat prowess.

Fragment after fragment was absorbed into Qin Wentian's consciousness, Qin Wentian ignited a total of 10 astral memory fragments before his consciousness was finally expelled from the tiny Astral Being. Opening his eyes, he felt his heart throb a little as he glanced at the empty husk of Yuan Meteor Stones strewn across the ground.

Very high price. If not for the Divine Weapon Pavilion giving him an almost never-ending amount of Astral Stones to support him in his cultivation, it would have been impossible for him to even ignite a single astral memory fragment.

Qin Wentian did not have time to continue to feel heartache over the chaff these Yuan Meteor Stones released. He instantly closed his eyes as he digested the memories, hoping to find something useful for him.

In the first fragment, his heart involuntarily shook as he observed the memories stored within.

He saw many peerless experts engaged in an all-out war, standing between Heaven and Earth. These peerless experts were all terrifying existences that he would never have to interact with.

However, the reason his heart trembled was because he saw a certain someone.

In the scene that flashed, Uncle Black was not paralyzed, his body intact and healthy. When his black hair dangled on his shoulder, he exuded a demonic charm so handsome that Qin Wentian nearly failed to recognize him.

And beside Uncle Black, there was a middle-aged figure. Qin Wentian had seen this person before, he was none other than the godly existence Qin Wentian witnessed in the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect. The middle-aged figure crossed hands behind his back, while Black Uncle stood beside him, as if he was his subordinate.

This scene is very short-lived. As Qin Wentian's consciousness retreated from the memory fragment, his eyes reddened and his fists clenched tightly, as if he was in anguish.

Seeing Uncle Black's high spirit at that moment, it was very difficult for him to match it with the 'paralyzed' old man raising him. Who was it that crippled Uncle Black? What kind of fight did he have?

And who exactly was that middle-aged figure? Why does he show up all the time?

Taking a deep breath, Qin Wentian continued to digest the memories. After that, he witnessed many scenes. However, he found the same point in all the memories of – middle-aged figures were in every one of their memories.

Qin Wentian made a bold hypothesis, could it be that the memory fragment of the little Astral Being came from this middle-aged man?

If that was the case, wouldn't his memories have already been shattered and turned into countless fragments?

And who exactly is he? Could he be a fucking old man?

As he thought about this, a huge wave appeared in Qin Wentian's heart. According to Uncle Black, that mystical stone from the past was the only one left behind by the old bastard. If what he had guessed was true, if the astral memory fragment contained within that little Astral Being was a memory of a middle-aged man, there was a high chance that he was his real father!

If that was the case, it made sense why Uncle Black had always protected him from the shadows. Uncle Black should be a subordinate or a very close friend of the middle-aged man – proved from the fact that even after Uncle Black was crippled, he still had no effort in taking care of Qin Wentian, he had no effort in taking care of Qin Wentian, take care of him and watch him grow up.

At this moment, Qin Wentian had already forgotten his original intentions. Immersing himself in the memories, trying to search for his own background clues, he devoured the memory fragments quickly one after another, with one memory fragment remaining.

His last memory was of a young man standing beside many towering buildings. An expression of extreme stubbornness could be seen on his face, incompatible with the majestic aura around him. As he sat cross-legged, more stubbornly flickered in the depths of his eyes, as astral light circulated around his index finger. Suddenly, the young man thrust his finger directly into his own body, while at the same time chanting an oracle spell. The singing voice, somehow, floated into Qin Wentian's mind.

Instantly, the young man's entire body flushed red. Within his body, within his blood, the shackles of bloodline appeared as they flickered within and outside of existence. When his finger penetrated into his body, and after the oracle chant began to take effect, layers of shackles endlessly broke while the young man's figure was covered in blood as he let out several blood-curdling screams, his body trembled as if he was in tremendous agony.

Even after his consciousness came out of the memory fragment, Qin Wentian's heart trembled violently.

So, the 12 connecting styles of life needle technique come from there.

And not only that, the needle technique seems to have been specifically created for that purpose.

In his memory, the finger technique of the young man was exactly the same as the needle technique that Black Uncle had taught him. However, the young man's finger technique seemed to be able to permanently release the shackle seal that bound the boundary of his bloodline, while the 12 connecting styles of the life needle technique were only able to temporarily release the seal.

"Uncle Black must have been afraid that my body would not be able to receive a counterattack and hence create a weaker version of the finger technique."

Qin Wentian sighed, even the boundary lineage of the middle-aged man was the same as him. Looks like the guess is right. That young man in his last memory should have been a middle-aged man when he was young.

“There should be no errors. That old fuckin' news left all his memories to me. If that was the case, could it be that he was already dead? "Qin Wentian sighed again as he stared at the starry sky.

The deeds that his old man did in his youth, why did he not dare as well?

He, Qin Wentian, is not an orphan. Not only that, his father was someone who was extremely extraordinary.

Since that was the case, he should not let the old foolishness be let down.

As he thought this, Qin Wentian closed his eyes as his finger shone with the Astral Light. Suddenly, using the essence and methods of the 12 life-needle technique's connecting force, he also thrust his finger into his body. A moment later, the technique of unsealing was circulated.

His blood began to roil with ever increasing anger!