Chapter 58

In the Imperial Star Academy, there were places for students to cultivate and even areas for sparring, but they preferred to go to the City of Illusions for trials, as it was more exciting and allowed them to unleash their full strength without any reservations.

However, Qin Wentian did not go to the City of Illusions; instead, he cultivated in his own dream.

At this moment, on a vast and uninhabited land, only Qin Wentian stood there, continuously striking out with palm strikes.

"The Vajra Seal is fierce and invincible, while the Wheel Sea Seal combines hardness and softness, flowing like calm seawater or breaking through everything like massive waves, blending hardness with softness and softness with hardness."

Qin Wentian muttered to himself, then continued to strike out with his palms, but he could never grasp the essence.

"Unfortunately, I haven't reached the Dream Creation Realm yet; otherwise, I could create an ocean in my dream to experience it firsthand."

Qin Wentian thought to himself, continuing to strike out with his palms. After countless strikes, a sound of a slap echoed, causing Qin Wentian's eyes to suddenly widen.

"Wheel, one wheel after another, like the meridians in the body, layer by layer, bursting out at the moment they reach the palm, unleashing the strongest power."

Qin Wentian's eyes brightened, and he took a deep breath. Then he slowly pushed out his palm. This time, his palm was very slow, but it seemed to carry a strong wind, as if continuously stacking.

"Soft, this is the feeling of softness."

"Yes, that's it. Until the final moment, the waves stack together, and the final burst of power is like a violent tsunami."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Wentian's mouth as he finally grasped the essence of the Wheel Sea Seal. After a long time, Qin Wentian struck out with his palm, and it produced a terrifying sound like a surging sea, even without the addition of stellar essence.

After mastering the Wheel Sea Seal, Qin Wentian used his dream as a guide to enter the small stellar figure, but there was no response. Over the past few days, because he had a lot of star meteorites, Qin Wentian had continuously tried to probe the memories contained within the small stellar figure while in a dream state.

However, he gradually realized that entering the internal space of the small stellar figure did not require a large amount of stellar power, but the internal space was vast like the starry sky, containing many stellar fragments. Each stellar fragment could absorb stellar power and needed to be opened with star meteorites.

This change made Qin Wentian feel even more intrigued by the small stellar figure.

Of course, Qin Wentian had also tried to enter the internal space of the small stellar figure without his consciousness, just like the first time he activated the small stellar figure, directly using stellar power to light it up from the outside. However, he found that the small stellar figure was like a bottomless pit. Entering it with his consciousness was easy, but lighting it up required a large amount of star meteorites, which put immense pressure on Qin Wentian. His current resources could hardly bear the cost.

"Let's see what kind of memories these stellar fragments contain." Qin Wentian's mind moved, and stellar power flowed into the endless starry sky, then seeped into a stellar fragment where his consciousness was attached. Although it was just a dream, as long as his consciousness guided it, he could draw in stellar essence.

Of course, the prerequisite was that there must be star meteorites in his body or in his hand in the real world. In a dream, he couldn't create false existence, at least not at the shallow dream level.

Gradually, the stellar fragment seemed to glow, becoming brighter and brighter.

Finally, a beam of light shone, and a memory flowed into Qin Wentian's body, simultaneously shaking his consciousness out.

Shaking his head, Qin Wentian woke up from the dream but immediately closed his eyes to feel the memory.

This time, just like in the Qin Tian Divine Sect, Qin Wentian saw visual memories, not text memories.

Cultivation techniques, divine abilities, or alchemy knowledge were all text memories, while the battle Qin Wentian saw in the Qin Tian Divine Sect and this time were visual memories.

In this scene, he saw an imperial dynasty, an extremely terrifying imperial dynasty. The imperial palace was grand and majestic, and Qin Wentian could hardly imagine the vast and imposing aura. Pillars stood tall, reaching the clouds, and the palace was probably larger than the entire Tianyong City, filled with powerful figures.

In front of such an imperial dynasty, the State of Chu was like an ant, as the aura presented in the scene made Qin Wentian feel.

Qin Wentian also saw the middle-aged figure from the Qin Tian Divine Sect, standing on a pillar outside the imperial palace, laughing proudly, and with a wave of his hand, the world fell silent, and the imperial dynasty was thrown into chaos. In the memory, a very beautiful woman appeared, and the middle-aged figure directly took her away. All those who dared to obstruct were either killed or eliminated, and no one could stop him.

This seemed to verify a phrase Qin Wentian had heard: when one's strength reaches a certain level, one person can be the law of a country.

The world is vast, and I am the most free, tyrannical, and unrestrained. I am the sky, I am the law.

When Qin Wentian withdrew from the memory, the shock still lingered, too strong. Compared to the imperial dynasty, the State of Chu could only be considered a small country. The middle-aged figure could destroy the entire State of Chu with a single step.

"No wonder Uncle Hei told me this is the world of martial destiny cultivators. Tianyong City is too small, and the State of Chu is also too small." Qin Wentian took a deep breath, his heart surging with emotion. However, he also understood that although the State of Chu was insignificant on the continent, he was even less significant in the State of Chu. To become strong, he must take it step by step and not aim too high.

"Deadbeat father, who are you? What is this small stellar figure you left me?"

Looking up at the void, Qin Wentian thought of the middle-aged figure. There were many scenes of the middle-aged figure in the memory. Could he be... the deadbeat father?

If it really is, then is the deadbeat father really dead?

"Phew..." Exhaling a deep breath, Qin Wentian thought to himself, "If I light up the entire small stellar figure again, what surprises will it bring me?"

Qin Wentian wanted to try, but the day of the challenge was approaching, and it was more important to first condense the stellar essence in his body into divine pattern essence, a process that would also consume a lot of star meteorites.

"Cultivation is difficult, and cultivating powerful techniques and divine abilities is even more difficult. Not only does it require talent, but it also needs a large amount of resources to support it." Qin Wentian muttered to himself. He had already started thinking about, after some time, considering the production and sale of more divine weapons.

The Divine Pattern Cultivation Technique, which condenses true essence with divine patterns, has the hallmark of the first level being the ability to instantly condense a large amount of stellar essence into a first-level divine pattern. As he cultivated the Divine Pattern Cultivation Technique, his understanding of divine patterns would only grow stronger.

Time passed, and Qin Wentian remained immersed in the condensation of divine essence. After condensing the divine essence, he would use the divine essence to circulate through the stellar meridians, continuously refining every part of his body. He absorbed some useful knowledge from Su Muyu's lectures.

This might not be useful after one or two times, but after a hundred or a thousand times, he found some subtle changes in his body.

Not only was Qin Wentian working hard to cultivate, but even Fan Le, the fat man, had been particularly diligent these days, never disturbing Qin Wentian. Clearly, he appeared carefree on the surface, but he also took the battle very seriously. The harsh lessons in the City of Illusions were deeply etched in his memory, and even though he didn't say it, Qin Wentian understood.

Every time he thought of Fan Le being pierced by the knights' spears and the spears stirring inside his body, a strong urge to kill arose in Qin Wentian's heart. This debt must be repaid with blood.

While Qin Wentian and Fan Le were diligently cultivating, on the side of the Knight Alliance, Murong Feng and Du Hao were not idle either.

Since Qin Wentian killed Ou Feng and revealed his talent, Ou Chen knew that the person he once despised had become a threat, and it was no longer as easy to eliminate him as before. This was such a good opportunity; how could he let it go?

On the cultivation grounds, Murong Feng and Du Hao were respectively sparring with several other Knight Alliance strong figures, and both sides were attacking with extreme ferocity.

"Good, Murong Feng is indeed a rare talent. The Sky Splitting Fist is fierce and destructive, capable of splitting the air, meridians, and organs. Like the Thousand Hands Seal, it is a mid-grade earth-level divine ability. The difference is that the Sky Splitting Fist has no specific moves; the deeper the understanding, the stronger the destructive power." A Knight Alliance member beside Ou Chen sneered.

Ou Chen's expression was calm, but there was a terrifying coldness in his eyes. The Sky Splitting Fist was something he deliberately prepared for Qin Wentian, and he had both Murong Feng and Du Hao cultivate it. The fist technique was fierce and ruthless, capable of directly shattering a person's meridians, organs, and internal organs.

Murong Feng's realm was already much higher than Qin Wentian's, and with the cultivation of this fierce and ruthless fist technique, he would absolutely dominate against the lower-realm Qin Wentian.

"This is not enough. I will also prepare a trump card for Murong Feng, just in case. Qin Wentian and Fan Le, prepare to suffer the pain of being crippled." A smile appeared on the corner of Ou Chen's mouth. Even though he believed he had a sure victory, he still wanted to make the preparations as thorough as possible.