I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 722 - 520: The Might of the Divine Artifact, Farewell

Qin Tian rested his hands atop the ice crystal armrests of the Frozen Throne. The throne’s surface, once fractured, was now pristine, its icy jade-like luster radiating a golden gleam from its base, successfully encasing the volatile Demon Heart.

The golden barrier, previously on the brink of collapse, now stood as an unyielding fortress, halting the Demon Heart’s vigorous pulsing.

Concurrently, fragments of the shattered ice mountain behind seemed to rewind, coalescing instantly into a peak even more majestic than before, now shimmering with a subtle golden aura.

An unseen force banished the lingering demonic qi from the sky, clearing the oppressive clouds and revealing an unparalleled clarity within the desolate ruins.

The entire ambiance of the Divine Artifact realm shifted from one of bleak despair to solemn grandeur.

"Impossible!"

Mo Jialuo’s avatar contorted, his crimson eyes locked onto Qin Tian.

He could distinctly feel the millennia-old connection to the Demon Heart severed entirely, his own demonic energy draining away like a receding tide.

"Qin Tian!"

Zhuge Yu, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng cried out in unison, their earlier panic replaced by overwhelming elation.

They knew Qin Tian; only when victory was certain would he wear such a casual smile.

The individuals within the demon-slaying formation also turned their gaze towards the source of the voice. Witnessing Qin Tian upon the throne, bathed in golden light and radiating tranquil confidence, their strained nerves found unexpected solace.

Across the divide, Lan felt the Ice God Order in his grasp suddenly warm, clearly recognizing the transformation of the Frozen Throne.

Its immense power felt beyond what it was even in its prime!

"He not only repaired the throne... he enhanced it?"

Lan’s eyes swam with astonishment.

The Frozen Throne, the guardian artifact of the Ice God Race, represented a zenith of power across the cosmos. Its repair would ordinarily necessitate a cosmic-tier artifact refining master, yet Qin Tian had achieved both restoration and enhancement in such a brief span, completely shattering Lan’s preconceptions.

Even more unsettling was the fact that despite holding the Ice God Order, the control of the throne now resided solely with Qin Tian.

"Qin Tian, just how many secrets do you harbor..." Lan whispered to himself.

Qin Tian’s gaze swept over the more than two hundred Empire talents gathered below, his eyes radiating warmth, his voice steady: "Everyone, thank you for your protection just now. From this point forward, the rest is up to me."

Upon hearing this, an inexplicable sense of relief washed over them, as if a great weight had been lifted.

"Qin Tian, it’s all in your hands now."

"If we make it out of this, I’m buying the drinks, pal."

"We’re counting on you."

Voices arose from all sides, the former atmosphere of despair replaced by eager anticipation.

Qin Tian offered a slight nod, then turned to face the enraged Mo Jialuo, channeling his spiritual energy into the Frozen Throne without restraint.

Instantly, the very world seemed to shift its colors.

A fierce, frigid wind surged, drawing all ice elements within the Divine Artifact realm into a frenzied convergence. A terrifying pressure, capable of freezing one’s very soul, descended upon Mo Jialuo, constricting him like an inescapable net.

With a sharp crack, an ice layer rapidly encased Mo Jialuo, immobilizing his internal power.

"Shatter for me!!!"

Mo Jialuo bellowed, detonating the residual demonic energy within him. Black qi lashed against the ice, creating several fissures.

But just as he prepared to break free, an even more formidable force bore down upon him.

This was the domain of the Frozen Throne’s divine artifact, and Qin Tian now reigned as lord of this miniature world, commanding both the artifact and the natural energies of the realm. Furthermore, the throne was not even operating at its full capacity.

Qin Tian lightly tapped the throne’s armrest with his finger, activating the "Immortal Soldier Blessing" of his Soldier Immortal talent.

Golden light cascaded through the throne’s conduits like a stellar river, infusing the divine artifact and multiplying its base attributes severalfold. Its seven potent enchantments, including sharpness and demon-slaying, were fully engaged, while the newly awakened "Soul Lock" enchantment directly stifled the circulation of demonic energy throughout the space.

This exertion nearly emptied Qin Tian’s spiritual reserves, but the effect was immediate—the throne’s oppressive aura intensified dramatically, pushing everyone back hundreds of paces.

A resplendent beam of light erupted from the throne’s apex, zeroing in directly on Mo Jialuo.

He attempted to evade, but found himself utterly immobilized by the oppressive force, his body locked in place, incapable of even wiggling a finger.

The moment the radiant beam struck, Mo Jialuo felt his entire vitality surge to a halt, his internal demonic energy freezing completely, much like a river caught in an unyielding ice sheath.

An icy crust rapidly expanded across his form, commencing from his ankles and creeping its way up to his chest, the biting chill soon encircling his neck.

"Ahhhhh—I refuse to accept this!"

Mo Jialuo unleashed a desperate, mournful cry, mustering his final reserves of primal might. However, pitted against the formidable might of the greatly empowered Frozen Throne, his struggles were utterly pathetic, akin to a minuscule insect attempting to topple a mighty tree.

The ice swiftly engulfed his head, culminating in the stark, lifelike effigy of a black ice sculpture standing solitary upon the frozen expanse.

Qin Tian lifted his hand towards the icy figure, then abruptly squeezed his fist shut.

Crack, crack, crack—

The ice sculpture instantly disintegrated into countless fragments. In the immediate aftermath, ominous dark clouds materialized overhead, unleashing bolts of heavenly lightning that danced like wild serpents, descending with a potent, purifying force. This celestial onslaught meticulously eradicated the dispersed ice shards and the lingering dark qi, leaving absolutely no vestige of the demonic energy it had harbored.

"We won! We've triumphed!"

The pent-up cheers, held back for so long, erupted with volcanic intensity. Some were so overcome they wept openly, while others collapsed to the ground, their bodies heaving as they struggled for breath.

Out of the five hundred souls who had ventured into the ruins, barely over two hundred remained. Far too many familiar faces had been claimed by the ferocious claws of the demonic entities—they too had stood on the precipice of oblivion.

It was only when Qin Tian made his decisive move that the tide of battle turned against all expectations.

Every gaze was drawn to the figure seated upon the throne, their eyes reflecting a profound mixture of gratitude, awe, and burgeoning curiosity.

This individual, who had seemed an unremarkable non-Holy Blood Spiritualist prior to entering the ruins, had repeatedly displayed astonishing power, rendering even the celebrated Holy Blood Prodigies pale in comparison, like mere supporting characters.