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

On the Frozen Throne, Qin Tian lightly placed his hands on the ice crystal armrests. The cracks on the throne’s surface had completely disappeared, and the jade-like sheen of the ice crystal gleamed with a golden glow at its base, encasing the restless Demon Heart completely.

The golden barrier that was once on the verge of shattering now stood as imposing as a gold wall reaching the clouds, with the increasingly vigorous throbbing of the Demon Heart coming to a complete halt.

Simultaneously, the fragments of the collapsed ice mountain behind seemed to reverse in time, instantly converging into a more precipitous peak than before, surrounded by a faint golden aura.

The demonic qi lingering in the sky was dispersed by an invisible force, scattering the leaden clouds and revealing an unprecedented clarity in the depths of the ruins.

The entire atmosphere of the realm of the Divine Artifact transformed from cold despair to solemn majesty.

“Impossible!”

Mo Jialuo’s avatar’s face twisted, his blood-red eyes fixed on Qin Tian.

He could clearly feel that the connection he had maintained with the Demon Heart for thousands of years was completely severed, and the demonic energy within him was ebbing away like a receding tide.

“Qin Tian!”

Zhuge Yu, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng exclaimed almost simultaneously, their faces’ panic replaced by intense joy.

They understood Qin Tian—only when victory was assured would he display such a nonchalant smile.

The people within the demon-slaying formation also looked toward the source of the sound. Upon seeing Qin Tian on the throne, wrapped in golden light and exuding calm composure, their taut nerves inexplicably relaxed.

On the other side, Lan felt the Ice God Order in his hand suddenly heat up, clearly sensing the transformation of the Frozen Throne.

The immense and overwhelming power was terrifying beyond the throne’s prime!

“Not only did he repair the throne… but he also enhanced it?”

Lan’s eyes were full of shock.

The Frozen Throne was the guardian artifact of the Ice God Race, a pinnacle existence across the entire cosmos. To repair it required a cosmic-level artifact refining master, yet Qin Tian accomplished both repair and enhancement in such a short time, utterly overturning Lan’s understanding.

What’s more alarming was that even holding the Ice God Order, control over the throne lay entirely in Qin Tian’s hands at this moment.

“Qin Tian, just how many secrets are you hiding…” Lan murmured to himself internally.

Qin Tian’s gaze swept over the more than two hundred Empire talents below, his eyes warm, his voice steady: “Everyone, thank you for protecting me just now. From here on, leave it to me.”

Upon hearing this, for some reason, everyone felt a sudden sense of relief, as if all their burdens had been lifted.

“Qin Tian, it’s up to you now.”

“If we make it out alive, drinks are on me, buddy.”

“We’re counting on you.”

Voices rose one after another, with the previous atmosphere of despair replaced by anticipation.

Qin Tian nodded slightly, turning to face the furious Mo Jialuo, channeling his spiritual energy without reservation into the Frozen Throne.

In an instant, the world changed colors.

A fierce cold wind arose, and all the ice elements within the realm of the Divine Artifact converged wildly. A terrifying pressure, capable of freezing the soul itself, locked onto Mo Jialuo like an unbreakable net.

With a cracking sound, an ice layer rapidly formed on Mo Jialuo’s body, freezing his internal power.

“Shatter for me!!!”

Mo Jialuo roared, detonating the remaining demonic energy within him, as black qi struck the ice, creating several cracks.

But just as he was about to break free, he felt an even more terrifying force descending.

This was the realm of the Frozen Throne’s divine artifact, and now Qin Tian was the lord of this small world, able to control both the divine artifact and the powers of heaven and earth. Moreover, this was not even the peak power of the Frozen Throne.

Qin Tian lightly tapped the throne’s armrest with his fingertips, activating the “Immortal Soldier Blessing” of the Soldier Immortal talent in response.

Golden light coursed along the throne’s veins like a star river, pouring into the divine artifact, instantly multiplying the throne’s fundamental attributes by several times. The seven powerful enchantments such as sharpness and demon-breaking were fully activated, while the additionally awakened “Soul Lock” enchantment directly sealed the circulation of demonic energy within the space.

This attack nearly depleted Qin Tian’s spiritual energy, but the effect was immediate—the throne’s pressure soared, forcing everyone back several hundred steps.

A brilliant beam of light shot out from the throne’s pinnacle, directly targeting Mo Jialuo.

He tried to dodge, only to find himself pinned to the spot by the pressure, unable to move even a finger.

The instant the light hit, Mo Jialuo felt his entire blood flow freeze, and his internal demonic energy halted completely like a river encased in ice.

The ice layer on his body rapidly thickened, spreading from his ankles to his chest, with the chilling touch soon wrapping around his neck.

“Ahhhhh—I refuse to accept this!”

Mo Jialuo let out a wretched howl, struggling with his last shred of primordial strength, but in the face of the dramatically enhanced Frozen Throne, his resistance was as futile as an insect trying to shake a tree.

The ice swiftly covered his head, leaving a vividly lifelike black ice sculpture standing on the ice plain.

Qin Tian raised his hand toward the ice sculpture and abruptly clenched it.

Crack, crack, crack—

The ice sculpture instantly shattered into hundreds of pieces. Immediately afterward, dark clouds gathered in the sky, with bolts of heavenly lightning dancing wildly like serpents, striking down with purifying power, eradicating the scattered ice shards and dark qi, leaving no trace of demonic energy behind.

“We won! We won!”

The long-repressed cheers erupted like a volcano, with some overwhelmed to the point of tears, others slumping to the ground gasping for breath.

Of the five hundred who entered the ruins, just over two hundred remained. Too many familiar faces had fallen to the claws of the demonic creatures—they too had been on the brink of death.

It was only when Qin Tian stepped forward that he turned the tide against all odds.

All eyes focused on the man sitting on the throne, their gazes filled with gratitude, awe, and curiosity.

This unremarkable non-Holy Blood Spiritualist before entering the ruins, repeatedly exhibited extraordinary strength, making even the Holy Blood Prodigies seem like mere foils in comparison.