Chapter 832
Yang Fan, you will definitely advance to the demigod level.
The moment the illusory image of this colossal tree, hundreds of kilometers tall, fully unfurled, Yang Fan was still shaken to his core, even though he already knew from the prophecy of the Holy High Priestess Anjafina that its size was beyond imagination.
An immense and overwhelming pressure swept through the air.
This was not a deliberate targeting, but rather the residual power of the strong laws left by the demigod Huan Luotian, pressing down on his heart like an invisible mountain.
This gave him a strong urge to transform into a three-headed, ten-armed dream ape to fight against this terrifying pressure.
The power of a demigod is evident from this.
The leaves covering Xiao Cang's body suddenly glowed faintly, and it urgently warned, "Yang Fan, I sense two unusual auras nearby!"
It then emphasized, "One is a high-level Venerable, and the other is a mid-level Venerable!"
As a descendant of the demigod World Tree, it temporarily gained the "authority" left behind by the demigod by taking advantage of the opportunity to activate the "gift" of the mother tree. Its power was greatly enhanced, and its sensing range and sensitivity increased several times over.
Although the opponent used extremely clever methods to deliberately conceal their aura, to Xiao Cang at this moment, they were like two bright lights in the vast darkness, clearly visible even from a great distance.
Yang Fan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his tone was filled with killing intent: "They should be the enemy!"
Xiao Cang immediately realized: "It's probably a Venerable One sent by the forces behind the scenes. They've actually been keeping watch over the place where the Mother Tree fell!"
The Illusory Heaven has been gone for decades, yet the forces behind it have continued to send Venerables to guard and monitor it day after day, without daring to relax their vigilance for the slightest. This is undoubtedly because they are wary of the Mother Tree having a backup plan.
Yang Fan shouted in a deep voice, "Take them inside! Then kill them!"
"it is good!"
The moment Xiao Cang responded, a rich green light enveloped its body, and the rhythm of its swaying leaves became increasingly rapid.
"Splash!"
Each illusory leaf's exquisitely detailed surface emitted a faint glow, subtly resonating with the giant tree's illusory form.
next moment.
"Boom!"
The illusory image of this colossal tree, which blots out the sky and whose top pierces the clouds, suddenly trembled slightly.
This tremor, though seemingly weak, carried a power that could shake the heavens and the earth.
The surface of Tianhuan Lake was instantly rippled with hundreds of meters of turquoise waves, causing the surrounding green grasses for thousands of kilometers to bend.
A moment later.
A blinding white light suddenly erupted from the core of the giant tree's trunk. The light was pure and powerful, without any impurities, and swept outwards like a tidal wave.
The white light moved at an indescribable speed, sweeping across a vast area of tens of thousands of kilometers in the blink of an eye.
Where the white light passed, light and shadow distorted, space trembled slightly, and the once familiar lush green grass, fluffy flowers, and misty water vapor quickly became blurry and illusory.
The entire azure plain underwent a dramatic transformation under the white light, as if one had instantly stepped into another mysterious space constructed by laws.
Not long after.
The white light slowly dissipated.
Yang Fan and Xiao Cang were already in the most splendid springtime of the verdant plains.
Looking out, the boundless green grass has shed its early spring immaturity, and the flower heads at the top have all blossomed.
One by one, fluffy white snowballs, carried by the gentle spring breeze, danced and floated in the air, as if a strange "spring blizzard" had begun.
Some rose with the wind, blending into the azure sky, while others drifted down slowly, carpeting the green grass, layer upon layer, gradually transforming the vast grassland into a silver-clad "snowfield."
The illusory image of Huanluotian, which stands in the center of Huanluo Lake, has long since shed its previous hazy and illusory appearance and transformed into a truly towering giant tree.
The tree trunks that are exposed above the water alone are tens of kilometers in diameter.
The giant tree's branches stretch out in all directions, blocking out the sky and the sun. Countless huge leaves hang from the branches, each leaf being hundreds or even thousands of meters long.
From a distance, the entire giant tree looks like a towering, colossal green mountain, standing firmly on the surface of Huanluo Lake.
Countless strange creatures were flying around the giant tree, their movements agile, like spirits from the heavens.
They resemble human females in appearance, standing about one meter tall, with slender and graceful figures, their bodies shimmering with a faint turquoise sheen, and their faces beautiful and flawless.
They have a pair of thin, cicada-wing-like wings on their backs, covered with fine blue patterns. They fly silently and gracefully.
What's most special is that their bodies all have a faint sense of illusion, as if they are integrated with the original power of the giant tree, as if they were originally growing in this space.
This is the race that Huanluo Tiansheng devoted all his efforts to protecting before his birth—the Qingluo Clan.
In exchange, the Qingluo clan has upheld their duties for generations, taking responsibility for maintaining the giant tree's branches and cleaning the dust and impurities from its leaves.
As soon as Xiao Cang's figure appeared in this space, millions of Qingluo Clan members instantly sensed the primordial aura emanating from Huanluotian on its body, and their originally agile and flying figures suddenly stopped.
next second.
They all let out a clear and melodious cheer, their voices ethereal and melodious, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, full of joy and reverence.
Immediately afterwards, they spontaneously formed groups of hundreds, creating neat circles, flapping their emerald wings, and flying back and forth around the giant tree and Yang Fan and Xiao Cang, while singing ancient and beautiful hymns.
"Fantasy~"
"Luo~"
"God~"
The lyrics of the hymn consisted of only three simple words, which were the name of the demigod world tree, Huanluotian. However, each word was performed by the Qingluo Clan in a melodious, lingering, and extremely pleasing manner.
Yang Fan was stunned when he heard this moving hymn.
He heard the purest and most sincere emotions in them; these wondrous holy spirits were constantly thinking of the lost Illusionary Heaven.
Xiao Cang was already so excited that its leaves shook violently, its voice filled with barely suppressed joy: "So the Qingluo Clan didn't die! They've been living in the protective space created by the Mother Tree with its primal power all along!"
Its joy was gradually replaced by sadness: "Even though the mother tree was facing its own fate of falling, it still exhausted its last strength to create this sanctuary for the Qingluo tribe, and continued to fulfill its promise to protect them until its fall."
A hint of emotion flickered in Yang Fan's eyes as he slowly said, "The Illusionary Luo Heaven is indeed a great World Tree."
Yang Fan's gaze flickered, looking up at the sky hundreds of kilometers away.
His gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced through the falling "snow" and precisely locked onto a sudden dark cloud.
Without a doubt, this was the enemy that Xiao Cang had just sucked into this "Phantom Luo Space".
Previously, they were extremely well hidden in the outside world thanks to some kind of secret method. Even high-level Venerables might not be able to detect their traces unless they deliberately investigated.
The Illusionary Luo Space is an exclusive sanctuary built by the mother tree, Illusionary Luo Heaven, using its own spatial laws, and its laws are completely different from those of the outside world.
The moment they stepped into this space, their concealment spells completely failed, making them the most conspicuous targets in the sky.
Almost at the same time.
Xiao Cang also sensed the enemy's presence. Its leaves rubbed and collided violently, making a clanging sound, like weapons clashing.
Its tone was filled with fierce anger: "Kill them!"
As soon as the roar subsided, millions of Qingluo Clan members immediately responded with the most enthusiastic and resolute attitude.
"Ah—!" A clear and ethereal scream resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Immediately afterwards, countless pale green light spots emanated from each of the green vines, glowing faintly, and quickly converged with the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a magnificent green stream of light, roaring up into the sky and finally transforming into a giant hand of light that blotted out the sun.
The moment the giant green hand took shape, the fluffy "snow" falling all around the black cloud seemed to be strongly repelled by an invisible force, receding and dissipating at a visible speed, completely revealing the full appearance of the black cloud.
The two Venerable Ones within the dark clouds instantly realized the danger and dared not linger for even a moment, fleeing frantically towards the distant horizon.
They were incredibly fast, far exceeding five times the speed of sound, but then something strange happened.
Although the black cloud appeared to be speeding forward, its body was unknowingly moving backward.
It was as if they were being held firmly by an invisible hand, and no matter how much they struggled or exerted their strength, they could not break free from this restraint.
The distance between the black cloud and the giant green hand is shrinking at a visible speed. This sense of despair, of being powerless to reverse the situation, is enough to make any Venerable feel panic.
Xiao Cang's tone was icy: "The Mother Tree is a top-tier spatial demigod, and this Illusionary Luo Space is the domain of laws left behind by the Mother Tree. Since you were brought in, don't even think about leaving alive!"
In just a few seconds.
The distance between the dark clouds and the giant green hand was reduced to less than fifty kilometers.
The two Venerable Ones within the dark clouds had already realized that they could not escape the constraints of this space.
Rather than waiting to die, it's better to fight with all your might; perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.
They simply stopped fleeing, and the size of the black cloud began to expand rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds expanded a hundredfold, blotting out the sky and facing the giant green hand from afar, their aura becoming increasingly violent.
Countless black venomous snakes emerged from the dark clouds, their bodies thick and their fangs bared, roaring wildly at the giant green hand.
Clearly, these two demon lords have decided to fight to the bitter end against Yang Fan, Xiao Cang, and the Qingluo Clan.
Just as a major battle was about to break out.
Yang Fan gave a timely shout, his voice not loud, but carrying a powerful pressure that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth: "Rebel!"
He knew in his heart that although Xiao Cang had temporarily become stronger by borrowing the power of the demigod World Tree, it had not yet reached the Venerable level and was not yet proficient in using the power of laws.
With its power alone, along with that of the Qingluo Clan, it would surely win against two demon lords, one high-level and one mid-level, but it would inevitably take a considerable amount of time.
On the battlefield of the Meijia civilization, the demigod powerhouses of the Shadow Temple could make a move at any moment, and not a single second could be wasted now.
As the word "reverse" fell, a bizarre scene instantly unfolded in the sky.
Those black venomous snakes that had already pounced into the air, baring their fangs and claws, seemed to have been put on a reverse button, their bodies shrinking back at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, they all disappeared back into the dark clouds.
The black clouds, which had swelled to a hundred times their original size, rapidly contracted and faded like a deflated balloon, eventually disappearing completely from the sky.
The entire process was like a reversal of time, demonstrating the heaven-defying power of the laws of time—the previously ferocious attack vanished in an instant, and everything returned to the state before the black clouds surged.
The true faces of the two venerable ones were finally revealed.
They are covered with hard armor plates, have a pair of short, sharp black horns on their heads, and trail a blade-like black tail behind them, the end of which is as sharp as a blade.
This is precisely the hallmark of demons.
What's even more striking is that their black scales are covered with fine, dark red patterns that twist and turn like burning flames or flowing blood.
Yang Fan immediately recognized the other party's race—the Crimson-Striped Demon Clan.
Among the many demon races, the Crimson-Striped Demon Clan is considered to be a race with relatively strong talents and naturally powerful combat abilities.
At this moment.
Whether they were high-ranking demon lords or powerful mid-ranking demon lords, their vertical pupils were filled with fear.
They knew better than anyone else that the laws of space and the laws of time were the two rarest and most powerful laws.
At this moment, they were simultaneously attacked by these two top-level laws—the former being the powerful spatial law left behind by the demigod Huan Luotian, and the latter being the time law controlled by Yang Fan, which had already reached the level of a powerful law.
The immense pressure of the two supreme laws was like two invisible mountains pressing down on their hearts, giving them unprecedented pressure.
One second later.
The giant hand swept across the sky and struck the two Venerable Ones who had no way to avoid it.
They roared repeatedly, each roar distorting the air as they pushed their Law Domain to its limit in an attempt to fight against the giant hand of the Azure Vine Clan.
however.
This is completely useless.
The laws of time demonstrated terrifying power.
The invisible threads of time, numbering in the tens of thousands, pierced through the souls of the two Venerable Ones at an extremely fast speed.
With each wisp of time that passes by, their domain of laws weakens a little, and their power flows away into the distant past.
A moment later.
The law domains of the two demon lords have declined by more than 90% at an astonishing rate.
Then.
Amidst the despair in the eyes of the two demon lords, the giant hand made a "grasp" gesture, enveloping them within.
Their domain of laws lasted only a little over half a breath before it completely disappeared.
Something terrible happened.
Countless green filaments erupted suddenly, engulfing the two Venerable Ones like a raging torrent.
Without the protection of their territory, they have virtually no resistance.
The filaments, like thirsty insects, frantically devoured the demon lord's body, flesh, power, and even soul.
"Ah~"
They let out mournful howls as their bodies disappeared little by little, their souls vanishing bit by bit.
Five seconds later.
The two demon lords have completely perished.
In other places, a high-level Venerable would be a super big shot who could shake an entire world domain with a single stomp of his foot.
But in the Phantom Realm, it was crushed like an ant.
the other side.
The leaves of Xiao Cang's tree swayed happily, and it spoke, "Yang Fan, I have a feeling you will definitely advance to the demigod level." (End of Chapter)