I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 707 - 513: Invincible Demeanor at the End of the Ice Abyss

Amidst the ice crevasse, frigid gusts whipped up fine ice particles, stinging exposed faces like sharp blades.

Qin Tian, gripping the Black Frost Saber, stood like an unyielding pine before the gargantuan beast, the saber's point a steady pressure against the spiked palm of its massive hand.

Towering and grotesque, a creature akin to a small mountain loomed before him. Its skin was a dark, dusky purple, muscles coiled like ancient roots beneath, while oozing wounds bled a visceral green fluid. The sheer pressure from this high-level Tier Seven entity descended like a brewing storm.

Though he appeared as minuscule as an ant in the monster's colossal shadow, Qin Tian's posture remained resolutely upright.

Two diametrically opposed forces clashed ferociously at the blade's edge, manifesting as visible ripples of spiritual energy, locked in a momentary stalemate.

"Qin Tian!"

Taishi Feng and Huo Yuansheng, having just extricated themselves from the suffocating black gas, stumbled into view. The sight brought a palpable sense of relief, allowing them to finally draw a breath.

Their lips, still marred by blood, curved into matching smiles.

With Qin Tian's return, their anxieties evaporated.

"Roar!!!"

This indignity, being halted by a mere "ant," ignited the monster's fury. Its colossal maw, a cavern of fangs, gaped open, unleashing a torrent of sulfuric black gas. Simultaneously, it raised another palm, the size of a large fan, intent on crushing Qin Tian's head with a violent rush of displaced air.

Qin Tian's gaze was as placid as a deep, still pond, yet his body quivered subtly—not from trepidation, nor exhilaration, but as a sign of the profound metamorphosis his soul and physical form had undergone after conquering the Heart Demon Tribulation.

Of the three trials—Heaven, Mortal, and Heart Demon—the Heart Demon Tribulation stands as the most enigmatic.

Unlike the searing thunderbolts of the Celestial Thunder Tribulation, or the soul-consuming inferno of the Body Burning Tribulation, it wields one's deepest desires and deepest dreads as its weapon, stripping away all pretense.

For Qin Tian, his most profound apprehension stemmed from his status as a Transmigrator.

The speed of his ascent from a mere Cloned Soldier to the heights of Tier Seven within a mere three years was practically inconceivable, a trajectory destined to attract the Empire's scrutiny.

Should his secret be exposed, the Empire, a colossus of power, would undoubtedly move against him, intent on extracting every last iota of his value. Escape from their pursuit and subsequent sanctions would prove immensely difficult, even with his golden finger.

This gnawing fear, like an invisible manacle, had perpetually bound his heart.

Yet, within the illusory labyrinth of the Heart Demon Tribulation, a crucial realization dawned: Fretting had never been a solution.

His very progression had long since rendered him incapable of remaining undetected, and the inevitable tempests could not be sidestepped.

Rather than languish in self-torment, ensnared by fear, it was far wiser to strategize, to stockpile strength preemptively, and to achieve a level of power that would deter any hasty aggression. This would ensure, at all times, his capacity to safeguard those dear to him.

The instant this understanding solidified, the chains binding his heart felt as though they explosively shattered, an overwhelming sensation of liberation washing over him; this internal paradigm shift was infinitely more valuable than any physical enhancement.

While the Celestial Thunder and Body Burning Tribulations served to "mend" him, precipitating a dramatic surge in his power, the Heart Demon Tribulation's refinement was "nurturing," reconfiguring his very essence from the genetic and spiritual depths, thereby solidifying his capabilities with unshakeable stability.

It was only at this precise juncture that he had truly entered the ranks of Tier Seven.

The colossal palm descending from above drew nearer, and an acute glint suddenly pierced Qin Tian's eyes. No longer passively enduring, he abruptly channeled power through his feet, his internal spiritual energy erupting like a volcanic torrent.

Boom—!

A deafening explosion resonated through the ice crevasse, accompanied by a blinding flash of purple-gold lightning.

This intense, incandescent purple light cleaved through the perpetual night like a celestial projectile, illuminating the entirety of the ice chasm and casting an eerily captivating sheen upon the monster's dark purple hide.

In the subsequent moment, the mountainous behemoth abruptly froze, its uplifted palm suspended mid-descent, utterly immobilised.

Then, precisely at the center of its corrugated brow, a hairline fracture emerged, rapidly spiderwebbing outwards at a discernible pace, interlaced with crackling threads of purple lightning.

"Screech—"

A sound akin to tearing fabric ripped through the air as the monster's form cleaved cleanly in twain from the fissure on its forehead. A viscous torrent of dark green ichor mingled with shredded tissue erupted outwards, sizzling with corrosive energy as it impacted the ice.

The severed portions of the colossal corpse plummeted onto the icy platform, dislodging cascades of ice fragments.

Before the onlookers could fully comprehend the spectacle, intricate dark purple markings began to bloom across the fallen carcass. Purple-gold lightning danced and darted erratically amidst the ravaged flesh, utterly annihilating the monster's musculature and skeletal structure.