Chapter 53: The Scorching Heaven Divine Fire Art

Seemingly sensing Qin Lang’s intention, that brightest speck of light, which had been previously cruising leisurely, instantly increased its speed by two to three fold, darting away into the distance. Qin Lang’s seemingly foolproof strike missed completely, letting it escape!

"Its speed can surge like that in an instant?"

Qin Lang wore a look of astonishment. This speck of light possessed far too much spiritual awareness; realizing he was pursuing it, its already rapid speed had exploded into an even faster dash!

"Come again!"

Gritting his teeth, Qin Lang unleashed the perfected Dragon Soaring Step. This time, his speed similarly multiplied several times over, pursuing the brightest speck of light directly!

To Qin Lang’s utter shock, that speck of light once again surged in speed, leaving him trailing in the dust!

"It's too fast! Even with the perfected Dragon Soaring Step, I still can't catch up to it!"

Watching the brightest speck of light deliberately stop ahead of him, shaking its head and wagging its tail in triumph, Qin Lang froze. The Dragon Soaring Step had already been refined into a Mysterious-tier low-grade martial art, yet even at full blast, he was unable to catch the brightest speck of light!

Anyone else might have given up the chase for this brightest speck of light, but Qin Lang showed not the slightest bit of discouragement; instead, his fighting spirit soared sky-high!

"Black Eye-Wheel Martial Spirit, manifest!"

As the Black Eye-Wheel Martial Spirit surfaced within Qin Lang’s mind, the movements of every single speck of light within the pitch-black space became exceedingly slow in his eyes!

Staring fixedly at the brightest speck of light, Qin Lang unleashed the Dragon Soaring Step once again. His speed reached the absolute extreme, swift as lightning as he shot after the brightest speck. When he was about five meters away from it, he abruptly changed angle, rushing toward the right side of the brightest speck, and violently grabbed into the empty air with his right hand!

At the exact moment Qin Lang closed his right hand into a fist, the brightest speck of light happened to rush right there, crashing headfirst into his grip!

Aided by the judgment and prediction of the Black Eye-Wheel Martial Spirit, Qin Lang had long since calculated its trajectory, waiting right there for it to deliver itself into his trap!

Captured by Qin Lang, the brightest speck of light struggled desperately, yet found itself utterly unable to break free from his control.

"Hahaha! No matter how fast your speed is, you still can't escape my palm!"

Qin Lang laughed heartily, thrusting his hand deep into the light while a torrent of information surged into his mind.

"Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art, a fragment of a Divine-tier cultivation technique, comparable to a Heaven-tier cultivation technique, suitable for martial artists with fire-attribute martial spirits!"

Feeling the information within his mind, Qin Lang trembled all over!

It was actually a Divine-tier cultivation technique!

Although it was only a fragment, its power was still comparable to a Heaven-tier cultivation technique!

Qin Lang had originally thought that acquiring an Earth-tier cultivation technique would already be quite remarkable, but he never expected to obtain an even more powerful fragment of a Divine-tier cultivation technique!

Qin Lang breathed heavily, directly tearing apart the seal outside the brightest speck of light and injecting a sliver of his soul power into it!

"Hum!"

Instantly, a vast, majestic, profound, and overwhelmingly massive amount of information flooded into his mind!

"The Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art can incinerate the azure heavens, can devour deities and gods, can burn away everything in heaven and earth..."

"Indeed, it is truly worthy of being a Divine-tier cultivation technique. Even the gods and deities of heaven and earth must be burned to death—how unimaginably domineering!"

Qin Lang swallowed hard, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement. His mind became completely immersed in the contents of the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art, entirely forgetting the passage of time.

At the very moment Qin Lang obtained the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art, inside the small wooden cottage at the topmost floor of the Scripture Pavilion, an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles as numerous as tree bark—whose age was completely unknown—suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp flash of light pierced through his aged gaze!

"Someone actually obtained the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art!"

The old man, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, could no longer remain seated. He sprang to his feet with agile movements, looking nothing at all like a flickering candle in the wind.

If anyone were to witness the old man's current expression and reaction, they would undoubtedly be utterly shocked. An elder who would remain unruffled even if Mount Tai were to collapse was now displaying such a loss of composure!

Yet the old man remained completely oblivious to it, muttering to himself:

"Within the Scripture Pavilion lies a tenth-grade immortal array. The Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art can sense the strength and speed of intruders, making its own speed two to three times faster than that of the intruder, and it is fundamentally impossible to seal or trap it with soul power or spiritual energy. Over countless years, including myself, countless powerhouses within the sect have attempted to capture it, yet not a single one succeeded in the end! I never imagined that today, someone would actually manage to do it!"

"Thousands of years have passed, has the fated person finally arrived?!"

The old man’s withered hands trembled slightly. Deep within his aged eyes, his gaze was profound, as though he were reminiscing about something, or perhaps harboring a deep anticipation.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion's main hall.

As flashes of light periodically illuminated the space, disciples who had entered the secret doors were being teleported out one after another. Each of them gripped a cultivation technique scroll in their hands, their eyes brimming with excitement, joy, and elation.

"Haha, I obtained a Mysterious-tier mid-grade cultivation technique!"

"Although I only obtained a Mysterious-tier low-grade cultivation technique, it is countless times stronger than the one I practiced previously. I am already completely satisfied!"

Several disciples chatted among themselves with expressions of utter contentment.

"Look, Peng Lei is out!"

Someone called out in a low voice. They saw that previously dashing young man being teleported out by the array, gripping a golden cultivation technique scroll in his hand.

"My luck wasn't too great; I only managed to obtain a Mysterious-tier high-grade cultivation technique."

Peng Lei shook his head, sighing softly, though he could hardly conceal the surges of excitement deep within his eyes.

"You're the only one among our entire group to get a Mysterious-tier high-grade cultivation technique!"

"Tsk tsk, it looks like Peng Lei will definitely become a true core disciple of our Wind and Cloud Sect in the future!"

A crowd of disciples swarmed around Peng Lei, their eyes filled with envy as they showered him with praise.

Faced with everyone's reaction, Peng Lei maintained a modest and humble exterior, while inside, he was bursting with joy.

A moment later, a flash of white light illuminated the space. As soon as Qin Jian was teleported out, he spotted Qin Youth already standing in the main hall and walked over excitedly:

"I got a Mysterious-tier mid-grade cultivation technique, what about you?"

"I'm just like you, I also got a Mysterious-tier mid-grade cultivation technique. Qin Lang hasn't come out yet; I wonder how his harvest is?"

Qin Yue's pretty face was likewise filled with excitement as her lovely eyes swept toward the secret door, a trace of lingering concern flashing deep within her gaze.

"Don't worry, given Qin Lang's talent, the cultivation technique he gets will definitely be much better than ours!"

Qin Jian said with a reassuring smile.

Time ticked by second by second. The disciples who had entered the secret doors to select cultivation techniques had all emerged, yet there was still no sign of Qin Lang. The expressions of worry on Qin Yue and Qin Jian's faces grew increasingly heavy, while Peng Lei and the others wore mocking expressions, standing by as if waiting for a good show.

"One hour is up!"

As the middle-aged man's voice rang out, a flash of light appeared, revealing Qin Lang being teleported out. His eyes were tightly closed as if deep in thought about something.

In an instant, everyone in the main hall cast their gazes toward Qin Lang's empty hands!

"Qin Lang actually didn't choose a cultivation technique!"

"Is he practically the first outer disciple who failed to obtain a cultivation technique in the Scripture Pavilion?"

"The cultivation techniques obtained from the Scripture Pavilion are related to one's talent. Since Qin Lang didn't get one, doesn't that mean his talent is so atrocious it reaches heaven-defying levels of inferiority?"

"Hahaha, what kind of bullshit number one genius of the Grand-Cross Empire? Complete nonsense!"

Peng Lei and the surrounding disciples looked at Qin Lang with eyes full of ridicule and mockery, bursting into loud laughter.