Chapter 1346
The Power of the Immortal-Fixing Technique
Ye Yang dared not delay for a moment, his figure transforming into a stream of light as he headed towards the exit of the inheritance space.
At this moment, before even touching the portal of spatial fluctuations, the power of the tribulation lightning within his body was almost completely exhausted.
His soul was stinging from forcibly manipulating the laws of the entire space, as if countless steel needles were churning within his sea of consciousness.
Behind him, True Monarch Yunyuan let out a thunderous roar after being trapped in the Law Maze.
Containing the supreme pressure and boundless resentment of a Mahayana cultivator, it penetrated through layers of space, clinging to Ye Yang's soul like a leech.
"You little beast! You think you can trap me with these ancient remnants of an array? Wishful thinking!"
"Once I break free of this formation, I will surely extract your soul and refine your spirit, ensuring you are never reincarnated!"
Amidst the roar, the entire inheritance space began to tremble violently.
The thirty-six-layer spatial maze activated by Ye Yang has already seen several outer layers of its space begin to collapse under the berserk attacks of True Monarch Yunyuan.
Countless fragments of space peeled away like a mirror, revealing a terrifying figure shrouded in rolling black clouds deep within the labyrinth.
Ye Yang felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that he had seriously underestimated the strength of a Mahayana Realm expert.
Even in his rage, the speed at which the other party broke through this labyrinth of laws far exceeded his expectations.
The shadow of death washed over him like a tide, chilling him to the bone.
Just as he was about to step out of the portal, a terrifying killing intent, enough to freeze one's soul, attacked from behind without warning!
"die!"
The voice of True Lord Yunyuan seemed to explode right next to my ears.
Ye Yang turned around in horror, only to see a jet-black finger beam, condensed to the extreme, forcefully tearing through dozens of layers of spatial laws, like a death ray that transcends time and space, aimed directly at his back!
This finger strike, imbued with the power of the laws of a Mahayana cultivator, locked onto his aura, sealing off all his escape routes.
Its speed and power were far beyond his ability to withstand!
Finished!
Ye Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.
He could clearly feel his physical body and soul beginning to crumble inch by inch under that terrifying finger strike.
This is the power of the Mahayana realm; even across vast distances, one can take another's life in the blink of an eye!
A matter of life and death!
In this critical and desperate moment, the countless golden runes that had just been imprinted in Ye Yang's mind suddenly burst forth with dazzling light!
Immortal-Stabilizing Technique!
There was no time to think, not even time to form hand seals; it was an extreme urge driven by the instinct for survival!
Ye Yang poured all his remaining power and essence into the "fixed" character in the core!
"Certainly!"
A low shout originating from the depths of one's soul, as if words had become law.
In an instant, a mysterious and strange fluctuation spread out in all directions from Ye Yang as the center.
Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.
The jet-black finger beam, powerful enough to pierce mountains and rivers, abruptly appeared less than three inches from Ye Yang's back, and froze in mid-air.
The destructive aura emanating from the tip of the finger still turned the clothes on his back to ashes, and his skin felt a burning pain.
Behind him, in the layered spatial labyrinth, Yunyuan Zhenjun's outstretched finger, covered in black demonic patterns, remained motionless, still in the pointing position.
His face, contorted with rage, still held a hint of a sinister smile and a ruthless determination.
The whole world seemed to have been transformed into a still painting.
"puff!"
Ye Yang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.
Simply freezing that finger that spanned space and the Mahayana Realm expert behind it for a moment almost drained all of his divine soul power.
His sea of consciousness was like a dried-up riverbed, cracked with shocking fissures.
But he dared not linger for even a moment!
That precious, fleeting moment—less than a blink of an eye—is the difference between life and death!
Ye Yang used his last bit of strength and staggered as he plunged into the gate of light.
The moment he disappeared, the shackles of time were suddenly broken!
"boom!"
The pitch-black finger beam lost its target and slammed into the exit of the inheritance space, turning the void within a hundred miles into chaos.
"Ahhh! The Immortal Fixing Technique! This scoundrel actually obtained the Immortal Fixing Technique!" From the depths of the spatial maze came the frantic roar of True Monarch Yunyuan.
At that moment, he sensed the fleeting fluctuation of the laws of time, which was the supreme cultivation technique he had been dreaming of!
"You little thief! You can't escape! I will kill you, whether in heaven or on earth!"
However, no matter how much he roared, Ye Yang's figure had already disappeared into this inheritance space that was about to completely collapse.
……
Outside, there was a devastated mountain range.
The massive mountain was cut in half, and the ground was covered with a terrifying network of crisscrossing ravines. A chilling energy still lingered in the air.
Obviously.
This is the core area of the previous battle between True Monarch Yunyuan and the fossilized Azure Lotus Sword Immortal.
A flash of light, and Ye Yang's figure fell awkwardly from the void, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.
"Cough cough..."
Ye Yang coughed violently, and his vision blurred.
That brush with death must have taken a huge toll on him.
If it weren't for the profound mystery of the Immortal Fixation Technique, he would already be a cold corpse by now.
The relief of surviving the ordeal and the sense of powerlessness in the face of a Mahayana Realm expert intertwined in his heart.
"We must find a place to restore it as soon as possible!"
Ye Yang dared not linger here, for who knew when True Monarch Yunyuan would break free of the formation.
He forced himself to stand up, discerned the direction, and flew towards a valley where the spiritual energy was relatively thin but more secluded.
Throughout the journey, he concealed all his presence, like a frightened bird, whose mind would be on edge at the slightest disturbance.
Half an hour later, he finally found a natural cave behind a waterfall.
The entrance to the cave was hidden by vines, making it extremely well concealed.
After entering the cave, Ye Yang immediately set up several concealment and warning formations before finally letting out a sigh of relief and sitting down cross-legged.
He looked inward and realized the situation was worse than he had imagined.
His meridians were damaged in many places, and his Dao power was exhausted. In particular, his soul was like an abyss, constantly radiating weakness and pain.
Without hesitation, he immediately took out several healing pills from his storage ring and swallowed them. Then he began to circulate the Soul Tempering Method from the Xuanwu Inheritance, repairing his injured soul little by little.
Time passed slowly, and the cave was silent except for the sound of the waterfall.
After an unknown amount of time, when Ye Yang's spiritual power had recovered to about 30%, he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of lingering fear flashing in them.
But more than anything, he felt excited and joyful after obtaining the Immortal-Fixing Technique.
This method is truly defying the heavens!
Even with only a basic grasp of the technique, one can escape from the clutches of a Mahayana Realm expert.
If one could cultivate it to a high level, freeze time, and reverse spacetime, what kind of power would that be?
Although this adventure in the land of inheritance was fraught with peril, the rewards far exceeded expectations!
Just as Ye Yang was preparing to continue healing and restore himself to peak condition, a strong warning suddenly arose in his heart without warning!
A cold, evil, and blood-stained aura had somehow enveloped the entire valley.
Ye Yang's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up. The warning array he had set up hadn't reacted at all! This meant that the newcomer possessed an extremely high level of skill in concealing their presence!
He walked silently to the cave entrance and peered out through the gaps in the vines.
At the entrance to the valley, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.
The man was dressed in a blood-red robe, with a pale and handsome face, yet he exuded an eerie aura.
His eyes were an eerie blood red, like two unfathomable seas of blood.
His body was surrounded by a surge of blood energy, and wherever he passed, the plants and trees withered and lost their vitality.
"Blood Demon Lord!"
Ye Yang's heart sank; he instantly recognized the person who had approached. (End of Chapter)