Chapter 1210
Seclusion at Zhangzong Flying Heaven Residence
The golden light severed the demon's arm the instant.
The pitch-black demonic arm that had descended from the starry sky, along with its enormous hand, instantly fell to the ground, losing all its power.
The enormous hand, which originally possessed unparalleled power and could overturn heaven and earth, dimmed as the black magic patterns on its surface faded like an extinguished candle flame as it fell.
The black lightning that had been wrapped around his arm vanished instantly.
Then, it began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From fingertips to wrists, it turned into countless streaks of black ash, falling to the ground like a blanket of black snow.
"Fuck!"
soon.
A faint sound came from Ye Yang's hand.
He looked down and saw that the Evil King Blade in his hand was trembling on its own amidst the flying ash that resembled a sky full of black snow.
The purplish-black and gold patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, emitting a faint suction force.
The falling black ashes were forcibly pulled towards the area just three feet from the Evil King Blade.
Then, like a stream flowing into the sea, it surged into the blade along the grooves of the blade.
With the Evil King Blade in his hand, Ye Yang could clearly feel it.
After absorbing this strange demonic energy, the power carried by the Evil King Blade is rapidly increasing.
The blade, which had been somewhat stiff, became even sharper.
Even the surface of the blade was covered with a faint black, crystal-like halo.
Intertwined with the original purple-gold color, it exudes a domineering yet eerie aura.
At that moment, just as the Evil King Blade began to change.
Ye Yang's internal Dao power resonated with the Evil King Blade, and a vague thought faintly came to his mind. He knew that this was a sign that the Evil King Blade was about to break through!
"There's hope for a high-grade Dao artifact."
Ye Yang was overjoyed.
He had previously refined rare and precious materials to nourish the Evil King Blade multiple times.
Furthermore, the Evil King Blade absorbed a considerable amount of demonic energy above the Refinement Realm in the Blackwater River Secret Realm.
However, it always fell short of becoming an adobe house.
Unexpectedly, the Evil King Blade has once again been blessed with good fortune, and with the power of this strange demonic arm and palm, it is expected to break through its bottleneck.
At this moment, the pressure emanating from the Evil King Blade far surpasses that of an ordinary mid-grade Dao artifact.
It is vaguely comparable to the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword, and may even be slightly better in terms of destructive power.
Before Ye Yang could savor the joy of the Evil King Blade's advancement, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently.
He looked up and saw that the ground was completely cracked.
The cracks that originally appeared due to the demonic arm instantly expanded, and now they have spread to the sky, creating a scene of cataclysmic apocalypse, spreading outwards like a spider web.
Countless eerie black auras surged wildly from the cracks, even condensing into twisted demonic shadows in the air, emitting piercing shrieks.
"Something's wrong! This area is about to collapse!"
Not only Ye Yang, but everyone noticed the changes here, especially Qingyun Sanren, whose expression changed drastically as he looked up at the top of the tomb.
The sky was collapsing, with countless fragments of rock raining down like a storm.
"...Besides that, there is an indescribable powerful aura that is gradually reviving!"
Ye Yang's heart sank. He followed Qingyun Sanren's gaze and saw the darkness deep within the tomb.
A series of blurry, illusory figures are slowly coalescing.
The phantoms were of various shapes and sizes; some had three heads and six arms, some had two eyes and no ears, and some had no head and no feet, but they all looked as if they had suffered a cruel punishment.
Although it was not yet fully solidified, it exuded a chilling aura and an overwhelming sense of sin.
"It was because the master of that demonic arm was too powerful. The moment he forcefully attacked, the restrictions on the tomb loosened!"
Perhaps thinking of something ominous, the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Mirror in the Seven Lives Daoist's hand flickered incessantly, clearly sensing some great threat.
"These phantoms are extremely terrifying. Once they are fully revived, even we might not be able to stop them!"
"Moreover, I have a feeling that something special is awakening in the deepest part of the earth."
Without Qingyun Sanren needing to say more, Ye Yang also sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the bottom of the tomb.
"Master Ye, we must leave here as soon as possible! It will be too late if we delay any longer!"
Ye Yang took a deep breath, suppressing the gravity in his heart.
He glanced at the Evil King Blade in his hand, then looked at the gradually fading golden light deep within the tomb, and sensed the extremely terrifying power within.
I know this is no time to linger.
"Everyone, follow me! Use spatial power to break open the tomb's exit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yang unleashed all the spatial inheritance power within his body.
A cyan-gold light condensed into a semi-transparent spatial rift in front of him, and the spatial laws he had comprehended while absorbing the purple light points were now being used to their fullest extent.
As the crack continued to widen, a hazy view of the outside world could be vaguely seen.
Qingyun Sanren was the first to react. He channeled his Dao power into the Dao sword in his hand, shattering the falling rocks above, while protecting Xueyan as they flew toward the spatial rift.
"Master Ye, you stabilize the crack first, I'll cover you!"
The Seven Lives Daoist and the remaining two array masters of the Zhutian Sect did not dare to hesitate.
They gripped the inherited light points tightly in their hands, while simultaneously activating their remaining Dao power.
A defensive array formed in front of him, blocking the surrounding demonic energy and rubble.
"Master Ye, hurry! Those illusory figures are about to solidify!"
Ye Yang turned his head and saw that the phantom deep in the tomb had become much clearer.
One of the phantom figures, clad in bone armor, even raised its arm and unleashed a black palm strike in the direction of the group.
Wherever the palm wind swept, the air was instantly corroded, and the rocks on the ground turned into a pool of black water.
Please help me continue the novel. The main plot is: Ye Yang uses the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword and the Evil King Blade to break through the spatial barrier.
"go!"
Ye Yang roared and suddenly expanded the spatial rift again. At the same time, he swung the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword. Soon, the vast azure-gold sword light neutralized the black palm wind.
The next moment, he stopped and, holding the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword and the Evil King Blade, turned and rushed into the spatial rift.
The instant Ye Yang's figure disappeared into the crack, the entire Demon Ancestor's Tomb completely collapsed.
The rocks at the top all fell down, and the cracks in the ground completely closed.
Countless demonic figures roared in despair within the collapsing tomb, only to be buried beneath the rubble in the end.
The golden light vanished completely as the tomb collapsed, as if it had never existed.
"Whoosh!" The moment Ye Yang burst out of the spatial rift, he felt a breath of fresh air rush into his nostrils.
He looked up and saw a dense forest outside, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, creating a stark contrast with the darkness of the tomb.
Qingyun Sanren, Xueyan, Qiming Daoren, and others were standing not far away, their faces full of relief at surviving the ordeal.
"Master Ye! Are you alright?"
Qingyun Sanren hurriedly stepped forward and saw that Ye Yang was only slightly out of breath and was otherwise unharmed, which put his mind at ease.
Ye Yang shook his head, put away the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword and the Evil King Blade in his hands, and, feeling the Dao power within his body that had not yet fully subsided and the joyful intent emanating from the Evil King Blade, said in a deep voice.
"It's alright, just a bit drained. However... although we've escaped, the changes in the Demon Ancestor's Tomb are probably not over yet."
After saying that.
He looked at the light of inheritance in his hand, then gazed at the distant sky, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
The Seven Lives Daoist clutched the inherited light in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Junior Brother Liu...in the end, he still couldn't come out with us."
"Fellow Daoist Qiming, please accept my condolences."
Seven Lives Taoist nodded, forcing back his tears.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun is right. Daoist Ye, thank you for your help on so many occasions. If there is an opportunity, the Zhutian Sect will definitely repay you."
After saying this, he and the other two array masters bowed deeply to Ye Yang, then turned and flew towards the direction of the Zhutian Sect, their figures quickly disappearing into the horizon.
"Master Ye, I also need to return to my sect to inform the sect leader about the Demon Ancestor's Tomb and the Starry Sky Demon Shadow, so that we can prepare in advance. We shall part ways here. If you need me in the future, you may send someone to the Qingyun Sect to find me at any time."
"Take care on your journey, Fellow Daoist Qingyun."
Ye Yang cupped his hands in greeting. Qingyun Sanren nodded slightly, stepped on his immortal sword, transformed into a streak of azure light, and flew away into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, the group that had gone through life and death together departed one by one, leaving only Ye Yang and Xue Yan standing in the mountains.
Xue Yan looked at Ye Yang and said respectfully.
"Master Ye, where shall we go next?"
“Return to Flying Heaven Gate. This trip to the Demon Ancestor's Tomb has exposed many dangers. This Star Sea Demon Realm is far more complex than I imagined. I need to go into seclusion as soon as possible to refine the inheritance and improve my strength in order to prevent any unforeseen events.”
Xueyan nodded in agreement.
"This disciple will obey Master Ye's arrangements."
Then, Ye Yang, carrying Xue Yan, spread his body and flew towards the Flying Heaven Sect's base.
Throughout the journey, Ye Yang remained vigilant, constantly monitoring his surroundings to prevent a sudden attack from the Starry Sky Demon Shadow or other enemies.
Xue Yan followed behind Ye Yang, circulating his Dao power to heal his injuries while secretly reflecting on the gains and insights from this trip to the tomb, his state of mind quietly growing.
After several days of flying, the two finally arrived at the Flying Gate's residence.
This place was originally shaped like a demonic realm, but it was later occupied by the Flying Heaven Sect and underwent several reorganizations.
The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, shrouded in mist, and disciples stand guard at the mountain gate day and night, maintaining strict security.
Upon seeing Ye Yang's return, the disciples on duty all stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Master Ye!"
Ye Yang nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Pass down the order that I will be in seclusion for cultivation after my return, and shall not be disturbed unless there are major unforeseen circumstances."
"Yes, Daozu Ye!"
The disciple on duty responded respectfully and then quickly went to make arrangements.
Soon, a disciple led Ye Yang to a secluded cultivation chamber deep within the Flying Heaven Sect.
The secret chamber is located at the top of the mountain and is surrounded by powerful defensive array patterns.
It can isolate itself from external interference and defend against attacks from external enemies, making it the safest place for secluded cultivation in the Flying Heaven Sect.
After entering the secret chamber, Ye Yang waved to signal the disciple who had led the way to step back, and then closed the stone door of the secret chamber.
The interior of the secret room was simple yet spacious, with a futon placed in the center.
The ground was engraved with spirit-gathering array patterns, which were gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the surrounding area. Before long, the entire quiet room was filled with spiritual energy.
Ye Yang walked to the prayer mat and sat down, taking a deep breath to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.
He took out the inheritance light points he had obtained in the Demon Ancestor's tomb from his bosom.
The points of light emitted different colors of light. The purple points of light contained the laws of space, while the white points of light were filled with pure immortal energy. Each point of light exuded a rich power of inheritance, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Each of these inherited light points contains the lifelong insights of that ancient cultivator. If I can completely refine them, my strength will definitely experience a qualitative leap."
Ye Yang thought to himself.
He first picked up the purple spatial inheritance light spot, placed it in his palm, then slowly closed his eyes, circulated the Dao power within his body, and began to guide the inheritance power within the light spot.
As the power of Dao circulated, the purple light spots gradually brightened, and streams of information containing spatial laws surged into Ye Yang's sea of consciousness like a tide.
Ye Yang's sea of consciousness instantly became boiling, and countless obscure and difficult-to-understand spatial laws became clear and easy to understand at this moment.
The Void Escape Technique he had previously comprehended was also beginning to transform towards a higher realm under the nourishment of the inherited power.
He could clearly feel that his control over space was constantly increasing. The Void Escape Technique, which could only be used for short-distance dodging, was now showing signs of short-distance spatial jumps.
Moreover, many insights about spatial arrays and spatial attacks also surfaced in his mind.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Yang picked up the white celestial energy dot.
He brought it close to his brow, and the white light transformed into a pure stream of energy that flowed into Ye Yang's body. Wherever the energy passed, Ye Yang's damaged meridians were rapidly repaired.
The hidden injuries sustained during the previous battle with the demonic arm are gradually healing, and the Dao power within his dantian is becoming more refined and abundant.
"Such pure and refined celestial energy!"
Ye Yang was amazed. This immortal energy could not only repair injuries and enhance Dao power, but also nourish his primordial spirit, making it more solid and enhancing his perception.
Finally, Ye Yang picked up the golden attack inheritance light. The moment the golden light touched Ye Yang's palm, it unleashed a domineering attack intent, as if it wanted to completely destroy everything in the world.
Ye Yang channeled his Dao power, carefully guiding this attacking intent and integrating it into the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword and the Evil King Blade.
As the intent to attack was incorporated, the azure-gold sword light emitted by the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword became even more ferocious.
Just as Ye Yang was in seclusion.
Time quietly slipped away as Ye Yang devoted himself to studying and inheriting the light spot.
Inside the secret chamber, various colored lights flickered continuously, and the power of inheritance flowed like a stream within Ye Yang's body and sea of consciousness, vast and extraordinary.
Ye Yang immersed himself in the ocean of inheritance, constantly absorbing its knowledge and power, and his strength was increasing at an astonishing rate.
But outside the secret room.
The disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect were all engaged in their own cultivation, and the entire sect was immersed in a tense yet orderly atmosphere. (End of Chapter)