Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1206 - 1206 0698 Chance Destruction_2

Chapter 1206: Chapter 0698: Chance Destruction_2 Chapter 1206: Chapter 0698: Chance Destruction_2 From a certain perspective, spiritual pressure is also a form of energy, and since it is energy, it can be absorbed by the Heavenly Dao Engine and transformed into fuel. Therefore, when this wave of pressure bore down on Qi Tian just like it oppressed others, he didn’t fall into the slightest panic, nor did he try to resist this powerful pressure like the rest of them.

On the contrary, in Qi Tian’s view, this majestic pressure was an opportunity that came knocking at his door. It is known that, in the Cultivation World, chances to directly affect one’s mental strength are rare. Generally speaking, for cultivators to train their mental strength is extremely difficult, with most relying on natural growth, adopting a laissez-faire attitude. Now, this pressure was bearing down like Mount Tai, unreasonably crushing everyone’s mental strength. Of course, this was very dangerous, but if used well, it was also an excellent opportunity.

Qi Tian didn’t rush to absorb this sent-from-heaven pressure. With such a rare opportunity, if he only converted it into fuel for the Heavenly Dao Engine, it would be too wasteful. What he wanted to do was maximize benefits. Although this might lead to mental collapse, severe trauma or even possibly irrecoverable damage in the future for some of his teammates, Qi Tian was never the sentimental type. He and his fellow Gold Core Realm experts, including Emperor Jianwu, didn’t share too many sentiments. To put it bluntly, even if they were wiped out, Qi Tian wouldn’t shed a tear or feel any stir of emotion.

Moreover, from another perspective, the chance to temper mental strength was equally fair for everyone at this moment; there was no issue of some enduring greater mental pressure while others less. The opportunity everyone faced was exactly the same. It was a process of survival of the fittest, cruel but promising limitless achievements for anyone who could endure. And those who could endure were the ones who might offer Qi Tian more help in the future.

To stride further on the path of cultivation, Qi Tian had to consider all aspects. He couldn’t be too selfish, depriving others of the chance to use this opportunity by collecting all the pressure for the Heavenly Dao Engine, which would be unfair to those who were intent on seizing this opportunity and also detrimental to his future.

Besides, the simplest and most effective way to deal with this pressure was to quickly fall into unconsciousness, so that one could not perceive the external pressure mentally and the possibility of mental trauma would be greatly reduced. However, apart from those who had fainted at the outset, none of the others chose to fall into unconsciousness voluntarily. They were all trying their best to counter the mental pressure, clearly aware that this was an opportunity—even though it contained extreme danger—none of them were willing to easily let go of this chance.

If they didn’t give up, Qi Tian certainly wouldn’t. He quickly operated his cultivation method for mental strength, the Contemplation Skills, mobilizing all his mental energy to concentrate on countering the external pressure, tempering his mental strength.

Qi Tian was very aware of the danger in seizing this opportunity. He wanted to reap the benefits it might bring, but he didn’t want to capsize in the gutter, failing to temper his mental strength and risking his own well-being in the process. That was absolutely unacceptable to him.

Therefore, Qi Tian made thorough preparations. First, for his own safety, he summoned the Luminous Sand and had it perch on his shoulder, vigilant of his surroundings to prevent any accidents. Afterward, he unceremoniously took the invisible pressure surrounding him, divided it into several equal parts, and then collected half of it with the Heavenly Dao Engine, converting it into the engine’s fuel. With the other half, he used his mental strength to counter it.

Although the spiritual pressure Qi Tian endured was only half, it remained incredibly potent. While countering it with his mental strength, he had to be extremely cautious in order to maintain a delicate balance.

As he operated the “Ming Thought Contemplation Skills,” Qi Tian used the external spiritual pressure to hone his own mental strength for a long while, gradually feeling that the remaining half of the spiritual pressure was weakening. Then, he reduced the amount being converted by the Heavenly Dao Engine, facing sixty percent of the external mental pressure directly. With this adjustment, Qi Tian once again felt an unbearable weight.

Qi Tian clenched his teeth tightly and desperately operated “Ming Thought Contemplation Skills” over and over, refusing to stop.

Under this almost masochistic method of cultivation, his spiritual power was rapidly growing. It was not only becoming more refined but also, in terms of quantity, experiencing swift increases.

Like this, Qi Tian gradually increased the external pressure he was enduring. After approximately one day and night, his spiritual power had been greatly tempered and made a qualitative leap. Even without using the Heavenly Dao Engine, he was able to maintain a balance with the external oppressive force.

Qi Tian did not yet know that being able to cultivate to this extent was an amazing achievement. It definitely was not something ordinary people could reach, nor was it a result that they could obtain so effortlessly.

Qi Tian stopped his cultivation. If he continued to cultivate, unless the external spiritual pressure could further increase, his cultivation would be ineffective. Moreover, because of this sudden surge of spiritual pressure, they had already delayed for too long. It was time to find a way to resolve this issue; they couldn’t drag it out any longer. If Emperor Jianwu and the others tried to use this opportunity as he had, one day and night was enough. If they could seize the chance, they would have done so already. Dragging out the time further would be of no use.

This time, Qi Tian fully unleashed the power of the Heavenly Dao Engine. All the Transporting Whirlwinds were activated en masse, sweeping through like a whirlwind, collecting all the spiritual pressure that filled the tomb passage without leaving a trace.

During the collection process, Qi Tian looked up at the entrance of the Inner Underground Palace. To his relief, the ghost that had been emitting the spiritual pressure had, at some point, vanished. Had it continued to stay there, it would not have been as easy for Qi Tian to collect all the spiritual pressure. After all, as soon as he collected a bit of the pressure, more would directly replenish it from behind; it wouldn’t simply disappear because he collected it.

Qi Tian took a deep breath, relieved not just by the disappearance of the ghostly face but also because neither it nor any other beings from the Inner Underground Palace had taken this chance, when they were unable to fight back, to rush into their midst and annihilate them all. If that had happened, Qi Tian’s exploration of the Saint’s Tomb would have completely and thoroughly failed.

Qi Tian looked around and saw that all of the Gold Core Realm powerhouses, including Emperor Jianwu, were lying on the ground in disarray, without a single one being conscious. Their faces bore expressions of pain, some even had blood flowing from all seven orifices and had ceased to live, having completely died. Amongst these, Xia Xiaoming was included.

Speaking of which, Xia Xiaoming’s death had a direct relation to Qi Tian. Like him, Gao Jinmei, Emperor Jianwu, and several other Princes were also Qi Tian’s Immortal Slaves. When he subdued them, Qi Tian retained their self-consciousness so that they would know to protect themselves in danger. Just like Jin Mei, who, overwhelmed by spiritual pressure, didn’t wait for Qi Tian’s command and directly made herself faint. But Xia Xiaoming was different.

When Qi Tian first subjugated Xia Xiaoming, the things he did were unbearable for Qi Tian, so he stripped him of his self-consciousness. As a result, when the spiritual pressure struck, without Qi Tian’s instruction, Xia Xiaoming could only resist forcibly. How could he, an early Gold Core Realm cultivator, withstand such powerful pressure? His spirit was immediately crushed, and he didn’t last a few seconds before blood flowed from all seven orifices, and he died.