Chapter 183: Wishes Fulfilled
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Under the shroud of night fog, within the main hall of the Divine Temple, Qin Ming’s excitement surged to an astonishing level as he faced the white-clothed woman, his battle intent radiating vividly.
The woman, exuding a dangerous aura with her Celestial Light Force circulating through her, found his eagerness almost rebellious. It was rare for anyone to look forward to clashing with her.
“Come!” she said, her voice calm but commanding.
“Alright!” Qin Ming replied, his eyes alight with fervor. Facing an “Ancestor” on equal footing was an opportunity he had long awaited; he yearned for nothing less than a full three-day, three-night exchange.
In an instant, he dashed forward like a streak of light, channeling Thunderfire Force and Wind Force, both anchored by his core technique, the Dominating Force. His presence evoked the majesty of a reincarnated Overlord.
The white-clothed woman clenched her teeth slightly in frustration—no one had ever dared display such unrestrained excitement in her presence. Beneath her tattered white dress, her legs, sleek and powerful, moved with lightning speed, carrying her forward at a pace almost unimaginable.
Her opening move was a strike as unpredictable as it was overwhelming. As her slender hand swept through the air, it seemed to sever the heavens themselves. The radiance appeared tranquil at first glance but carried an unstoppable sharpness beneath its calm veneer.
Sensing danger, Qin Ming countered with a burst of Thunderfire, sidestepping quickly and shifting his position continuously. Despite his agility, a strand of his hair was still severed, the shimmering light passing dangerously close to his cheek.
He speculated that her move was derived from the Sky-Severing Method, a technique rivaling the Tathagata Force or Yuqing Force. Her mastery was advanced beyond what should have been possible for someone who had undergone only seven awakenings.
The woman felt a pang of guilt; she had indeed overstepped the line. Changing tactics, she opted for a less perilous technique.
But Qin Ming took the fight seriously, concerned that this “Ancestor” might have genuinely achieved unparalleled perfection in her training. His Celestial Light Force boiled over, and he unleashed his power at 120%, treating this as a life-or-death battle.
In that instant, his vitality surged, his entire body igniting like a celestial blaze. Energy coursed through him, compelling him to fight with everything he had—a true “last stand.”
With one determined to avoid exposing her limits and the other fighting with relentless force, a miscalculation was inevitable. In their next clash, the white-clothed woman suffered a significant setback.
The temple reverberated with the crackling of Celestial Light Force. Qin Ming’s fists burned like the sun, his strikes cutting like heavenly blades, all delivered with the determination of a warrior ready to sacrifice everything to overcome his foe.
The woman was struck as if by lightning. Her body trembled, and the sleeve of her dress, already singed by Thunderfire, shattered further, exposing her white shoulder.
Grinding her teeth, she was bewildered by this martial fanatic who seemed to forget everything else the moment they crossed fists. The intensity in his eyes suggested that he cared little for her status as the temple’s master; he was bent on pushing her to the limit.
One of Qin Ming’s glowing hand strikes sliced through her dark hair, grazing her ear and forcing her to accelerate. Her footwork became ghostly and elusive, allowing her to evade him like a phantom crossing the misty sea. Even so, another strand of her hair was clipped.
In a crucial moment, his fingers came dangerously close to her pale, delicate neck, his Celestial Light Force almost drawing blood.
At that instant, a strange luminescence emanated from her skin—a faint Pure Yang Aura, spreading like an intricate pattern and forming a protective barrier around her slender neck. Its brilliance was stunning.
Qin Ming’s external Celestial Light Force, layered and overwhelming, bore down like relentless waves. The intricacy of his fused techniques was undeniable, dimming the woman’s radiant defense.
Finally, his fingertips brushed against her smooth skin, though his energy had been exhausted, preventing him from landing a decisive blow.
The white-clothed woman utilized her enigmatic footwork to escape the dire situation, retreating to stand still at a distance. Her mesmerizing eyes shimmered with tangible beams of light as she glanced at the strands of her hair on the ground and lightly touched her neck. His fingertips had actually grazed her there.
She reflected that if she truly were limited to seven awakenings, her body would have been unable to withstand this young warrior’s assault.
Once proud and confident, especially in her expertise along the path of awakening, she now found her faith shaken by this extraordinary opponent.
“Senior, are you alright?” Qin Ming asked with genuine concern.
At the same time, he was rubbing his hands together eagerly. The mystical light that had shielded her in the final moments intrigued him—he wanted to test it again.
Unbeknownst to him, the woman had concealed her Pure Yang Aura, leaving him unaware of her true strength. She had been contemplating whether to end the fight and declare him victorious, but his growing enthusiasm—his apparent intent to “defeat the Ancestor”—left her indignant.
She couldn’t comprehend why he was so invested in battling her.
Qin Ming, ever driven by an acute sense of urgency, held himself to the loftiest standards. His self-imposed adversaries were none other than the Ancestor Seeds of the Exotic Lands and the God Seeds of the Secret Sect, benchmarks he relentlessly pursued. At this moment, the white-clothed woman before him epitomized the unparalleled power of an “Ancestor Seed” on the Path of Awakening—a state so extraordinary it bordered on myth. Seizing the opportunity, Qin Ming resolved to measure himself against her, to test his mettle with utmost seriousness.
Once his battle fervor ignited, he thirsted for an exhilarating clash.
The white-clothed woman, oblivious to his inner resolve, merely perceived his presence as an affront. To her, Qin Ming’s apparent disrespect for the ancestors and his insatiable curiosity to challenge authority were infuriating. With a clenched fist, she declared, “As you wish!”
“Senior, you’re not going overboard, are you? What was that technique earlier? I’ve never encountered such methods on the Path of Awakening,” Qin Ming questioned. His intuition, sharp as ever, harbored faint doubts.
The white-clothed woman felt a twinge of embarrassment—she had indeed skirted the line earlier. Determined to fight honorably, she resolved to rely solely on her skills and combat instincts to outwit him. “Don’t worry. I won’t cross the line. Let’s begin!” she replied, stepping forward. The earth’s energy surged beneath her feet as she glided gracefully at remarkable speed.
“This isn’t Wuji Force, but it’s similar,” Qin Ming exclaimed, astonished. “You’re controlling earth energy to move? Incredible! I think I understand the principle. Amazing!”
Without hesitation, he began emulating her movements.
The woman was taken aback by his uncanny aptitude. Qin Ming’s comprehension was astonishingly high; with just one observation, he adapted her techniques into a variation through his own sutras. She smiled faintly, then redoubled her efforts, executing intricate techniques to evade his direct assaults and counter with precision.
Her pace quickened, her movements elegant and swift as she circled Qin Ming. To the untrained eye, it seemed like flashes of lightning intermingled with her footwork, but closer inspection revealed a burning earthfire underfoot. Crimson flames spread across the ground, glowing fiercely before vaporizing into shimmering mist. With a wave of her hand, the night’s fog churned wildly, merging with gale-force winds and rising water vapor. She seamlessly wielded the Heavenly Wind Force and Black Water Force, two of her remarkable abilities.
Qin Ming quickly discerned her intent—she was manipulating the elemental forces of earth, fire, wind, and water.
In an instant, the combined radiance of these four forces surged, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The interplay of energies seemed to craft an illusion of an emerging, resplendent landscape, as if the techniques themselves sought to reshape reality.
Qin Ming recognized the gravity of the situation. Such phenomena were unheard of on the Path of Awakening unless perfectly attuned techniques resonated to unleash a transcendent power. To counter her, he resolved to channel his mastery of five elemental forces through the Five-Element Wheel. Yet, the River Network Force among them remained incomplete, forcing him to rely on the other four elements. This compromise might destabilize the rotation of the elemental cycle.
Even so, he pressed on, summoning a flawed Five-Element Wheel. Five-colored radiance coalesced in his palm before launching toward his opponent. His expression soon darkened—the white-clothed woman’s techniques had begun incorporating Yin-Yang transformations, manifesting black and white energies that radiated endlessly.
Sensing the escalating threat, Qin Ming invoked the Silk Script Sutra to consolidate his techniques. Golden threads and jade-like brilliance surfaced on his body, forming a protective layer akin to armor. Beyond this gleaming mantle, twenty-seven divine halos emerged, overlapping with his every punch to emit devastating beams of light.
The temple’s main hall became a maelstrom of energy. Celestial Light Forces intertwined, thunder roared, and flames surged like a relentless tide. The woman’s predicament worsened; her attire was torn further, revealing pale legs and singed locks crackling with residual lightning.
With a cold snort, she abruptly dispelled the chaos. The once-furious forces vanished into stillness.
“Senior!” Qin Ming steadied himself, his confidence wavering. Standing before her now, he feared he might have overstepped his bounds and offended the Master of the Divine Temple. Glancing at her, he noticed her disheveled state—her shoulders exposed, her bare feet pressing against the ground, her shoes and stockings obliterated by his assault.
“Take it!” she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration as she tossed a five-colored bottle toward him.
Qin Ming caught it, his curiosity piqued. For a fleeting moment, he doubted whether she was truly the Master of the Divine Temple. Her demeanor seemed unusually youthful, almost out of place.
Peeking into the bottle, Qin Ming noticed it contained enough Celestial Light Liquid to fuel his eighth Awakening. He suppressed a grin, fearing it might provoke her further.
The woman brushed her hand across the temple walls, dissipating the mist that shrouded them. Instantly, radiant inscriptions of dragons and phoenixes adorned the illuminated surface, their brilliance filling the hall. Qin Ming staggered under the inscriptions’ overwhelming aura, barely holding himself upright. Yet, his gaze burned with determination as he absorbed every detail of the sutras etched upon the walls.
Outside, curious onlookers in the mysterious small town speculated about his fate. “Can that friend of yours really leave the Divine Temple alive?” someone mused.
“That’s a forbidden place. Face it, Little Wu, your friend’s doomed,” another chimed in solemnly.
Inside the temple, the white-clothed woman paced barefoot through the main hall, her long hair swaying. Agitation marred her expression as she brooded over her unexpected defeat. Meanwhile, Qin Ming, undeterred by the lingering pressure, continued studying the inscriptions with fervent focus, his heart swelling with triumph.
As he delved deeper, his vision was suddenly blocked. The woman now stood before the wall, her tall figure and flowing robes obscuring the ancient script.
“Senior, you’re in the way,” Qin Ming murmured cautiously.
“Do you think you can master these sutras?” she asked coldly.
“I can,” he replied with unwavering confidence.