Chapter 1353
Facing the Mahayana and Escaping Death
"Master, we have gained a great deal this time. After we return, the sect's strength will surely increase significantly!" A young disciple next to him said excitedly, holding an ancient stone box in his arms, from which the faint hum of a magical artifact could be heard.
“Yes, the Star Ruins Ancient Road is dangerous, but the opportunities are truly extraordinary! This trip was worthwhile, truly worthwhile!” another disciple echoed, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
The three of them were so engrossed in their immense joy that they were completely unaware that the shadow of death was already looming over them.
Just as they regained their footing and had no time to catch their breath, a sudden change occurred!
"Buzz!"
A vast net woven from jet-black lightning appeared out of nowhere, descending upon them with lightning speed. The net crackled with lightning, each arc containing destructive power, instantly sealing off all their escape routes.
"Not good! There's an ambush!" The old man in the green robe's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he swallowed the immortal herb in his hand, trying to forcibly increase his cultivation and activate his protective magic treasure.
However, it was all too late.
"Hey!"
As the lightning net descended, the ancient bronze mirror the old man had just conjured couldn't withstand even a moment before being shattered into pieces by the violent lightning power. Immediately afterward, the lightning net enveloped him, and with a piercing scream, this mid-stage lightning tribulation cultivator, along with his soul, was instantly electrocuted into charred remains.
"Master!"
The two disciples were filled with rage and despair. They wanted to escape, but the surrounding void seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure held them firmly in place.
"Hehe, you two little kids have some nice stuff on you, hand it over."
A chilling laugh rang out, and several figures slowly emerged from behind the surrounding meteorites. Each of them possessed a powerful aura, their eyes filled with greed and cruelty; they were clearly experts in the late stage of the Tribulation Realm.
"Let's fight them!"
One of the disciples roared, unleashing his full potential. He summoned a flying sword, which transformed into a streak of light and pierced towards one of the black-clad cultivators.
"Even a grain of rice can shine?"
The black-clad cultivator scoffed disdainfully, flicked his finger, and a beam of dark light shot out, easily shattering the flying sword. The remaining force of the light didn't diminish, instantly piercing the disciple's brow.
"puff!"
Blood splattered, the divine light in the disciple's eyes quickly dimmed, and he fell straight down. The stone box in his arms rolled to the ground, the lid opened, revealing a radiant jade seal.
The last disciple completely broke down. He knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, begging for mercy: "Don't kill me! I'll give you everything I have, please, don't kill me..."
However, his answer was a giant flaming hand that descended from the sky.
"boom!"
Flames exploded, and the disciple, along with his pleas for mercy, turned to ashes.
A bloody massacre ended in just a few breaths.
The cultivators, who were at the late stage of the Tribulation Realm, skillfully stepped forward and looted all the storage bags and magical artifacts from the three corpses. They even used a secret technique to forcibly extract the immortal herb that the old man had swallowed from the charred corpse.
Throughout the entire process, they remained indifferent, as if they had merely crushed three eyesores.
Hidden behind the meteorite, Ye Yang took in everything, his eyes as cold as ancient ice. He saw the despair in the cultivators' eyes, heard their dying cries, and felt the naked law of the jungle in this starry sky.
There is no right or wrong here, only strength and weakness. Weakness is the original sin.
Ye Yang felt no pity, only a growing vigilance. He knew these people were merely appetizers; the real big fish were the Mahayana cultivators hidden deeper within.
As for himself, possessing the Dragon Abyss Sword, the Evil King Blade, and the inheritance of the Xuanwu Holy Sect, and having even killed the Blood Demon Lord, he was definitely the most lucrative piece of meat in their eyes.
If I am exposed, my fate will be a hundred times worse than that of the three people just now.
"Forced entry is a dead end. To survive, we must find a way out of the chaos." Ye Yang's mind raced as he quickly communicated with the Xuanwu Sacred Beast lurking deep in the void.
"Fellow Daoist, you've seen the situation. I'll create chaos later, and you need to find a way to interfere with their divine senses. The bigger the commotion, the better. Make sure to alert those hidden old guys as well."
"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I understand. However, this plan is dangerous, you..." The voice of the Xuanwu Sacred Beast carried a hint of worry.
"No matter, fortune favors the bold!" A crazy determination flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. "Only by muddying the waters can the fish escape!"
With the plan set, Ye Yang took a deep breath and began to wait for the best opportunity.
Time ticked by, and several more waves of cultivators rushed out of the exit. Without exception, they all met their demise amidst wild joy, their hard-earned opportunities becoming nothing more than pawns in the hands of others. In the void, the stench of blood grew stronger, and the greed of the raiders intensified.
Finally, another team of five emerged from the crack. This team was quite strong, with their leader being a late-stage Tribulation Lightning cultivator. They had clearly anticipated the danger at the exit, and immediately formed a battle formation, cautiously surveying their surroundings.
"Let's do it!"
The dozen or so late-stage Tribulation Lightning cultivators who had been lying in ambush rushed forward, and a fierce battle broke out instantly.
"Now!"
A glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes as he silently took something out of his storage bag. It was a fist-sized blood-red crystal, the "Blood Demon Core," formed from the essence of the Blood Demon Lord's cultivation. Although most of its energy had been absorbed by Ye Yang, the remaining energy fluctuations were still astonishing, radiating an aura powerful enough to drive any demonic cultivator mad.
"go with!"
Ye Yang poured his Dao power into it, and with all his might, he threw it out in the exact opposite direction from the exit!
"call out!"
The Blood Demon Core transformed into a dazzling crimson meteor, piercing the deathly silence of the void. Its vast and boundless pure demonic energy instantly attracted the attention of everyone present!
"What is that? Such pure demonic essence!"
"It's a treasure! It's definitely a treasure left behind by an ancient demon lord!"
"Rob it!"
The raiders who had been besieging the five-man squad instantly turned on them, their eyes turning red. Without hesitation, they abandoned their prey and chased after the Blood Demon Core like madmen. Even the five-man squad, who were struggling to hold on, hesitated for a moment, drawn by the astonishing light.
Greed is the best catalyst.
A chaotic battle instantly escalated into a treasure-hunting frenzy. Dozens of late-stage Tribulation Realm experts clashed fiercely for the Blood Demon Core, their various magical powers and treasures exploding in the void, and turbulent energy currents raging everywhere.
"Roar!"
Just as the scene descended into chaos, a roar that seemed to come from the primordial wilderness suddenly resounded through the starry sky!
The Xuanwu Sacred Beast has made its move!
It did not reveal its true form, but instead drew upon the primordial power of water in the starry sky. In an instant, endless black mystic water surged forth from nowhere, transforming into a massive vortex covering an area of hundreds of miles.
Within the whirlpool, the water flowed swiftly, the laws were chaotic, and it contained an extremely cold power that could freeze the soul. All the cultivators caught in it, whether raiders or survivors, felt as if their divine senses were trapped in quagmire, being frantically pulled and twisted, making it impossible for them to perceive their surroundings.
"Mysterious Water Domain! Which senior is here?" "Damn it, my divine sense is being suppressed!"
"Who is behind this?!"
Exclamations and angry shouts rose and fell, and the whole scene was completely out of control.
Ye Yang, the mastermind behind all of this, had already seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"Blood Escape a Thousand Miles!"
He let out a low roar, and thirty percent of his vital essence instantly burned away! An indescribable pain spread throughout his body, but what followed was an extremely violent power.
"Shh!"
Ye Yang's figure transformed into a blurry streak of blood, moving at an extreme speed, seemingly ignoring the distance in space, shooting straight towards the massive spatial rift.
He unleashed his bloodthirsty aura to its fullest extent, disguising himself as a demonic cultivator caught in the chaos and desperately fleeing for his life.
Everything was flawless!
The chaotic battlefield, the divine sense disrupted by the Xuan Shui Domain, and the astonishing speed of the Blood Escape Technique allowed him to successfully deceive all the tribulation cultivators.
As the spatial rift, radiating a hazy glow, drew ever closer, Ye Yang's heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
Success! Once we pass through this crevice, we can return to the Realm of Mountains and Seas, where the sky's the limit!
However, just as his toes were about to step into the spatial rift, a terrifying pressure that made his soul tremble descended like a million divine mountains!
"Buzz!"
The entire void froze instantly.
The rampant Xuan Shui domain came to a standstill, the chaotic energy turbulence stopped, and even the cultivators fighting in the distance seemed to have been paused, remaining motionless in various ridiculous poses.
Time and space seemed to lose their meaning at this moment.
An aged and indifferent voice seemed to come from the heavens above, or perhaps it was ringing in Ye Yang's ears, each word carrying the supreme authority of law.
"A little mouse with so many secrets on its body, do you still want to leave? Stay."
Before he could finish speaking, a pitch-black rift suddenly opened in the void above Ye Yang. An indescribably enormous hand, reaching to the heavens, slowly emerged from the crack.
That palm blotted out the sky, its lines as clear as mountains and rivers, each finger like a pillar supporting the heavens. It was not made of flesh and blood, but formed from pure law power, radiating a terrifying aura that could suppress eternity and obliterate everything!
Mahayana practitioners!
The terrifying entity lurking in the shadows has finally made its move!
Beneath this giant hand, Ye Yang was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
The space was completely sealed off, and his prized Blood Escape Technique became useless in the face of this absolute power.
A desperate feeling, stemming from his very survival instincts, surged wildly through his mind.
"Am I going to die here...?"
No! Absolutely not!
Ye Yang's eyes instantly erupted with overwhelming fighting spirit and indomitable madness! He could die, but he would never be crushed like an ant without any resistance!
"Immortal-Stabilizing Technique!"
Under the extreme pressure of life and death, Ye Yang's eyes instantly turned a dazzling silver. He pushed the Immortal-Stabilizing Technique to its limit, and the entire world changed in his eyes.
That colossal hand, formed from laws, was no longer an invincible whole. He could clearly see the interweaving, operation, and combination of countless chains of divine laws within it.
Although the flow of that immense power was vast, it was not without flaws!
found it!
"Break for me!!"
Ye Yang let out a thunderous roar, and all the power in his body, along with the power he gained by burning his essence blood, was poured into the Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand without reservation!
"hold head high!"
The Dragon Abyss Sword let out a high-pitched dragon roar. On its blade, azure light and blood light intertwined, and an unparalleled sword intent that could cleave the sky and defy immortals and gods soared into the heavens!
Instead of blocking the earth-shattering palm strike, he concentrated all his power into a single point, transforming it into an ultimate sword beam.
With an extremely tricky angle, it pierced the law node that he had seen through with perfect precision!
"laugh!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft sound like tearing cloth.
The sword light, which embodied Ye Yang's life's cultivation, pierced the palm of the towering giant hand with pinpoint accuracy, like a hot knife piercing butter.
The next moment, the colossal hand of law, powerful enough to suppress stars, trembled violently. Centered on the point where the sword light pierced, fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
The terrifying pressure that had imprisoned heaven and earth loosened for a moment!
"go!"
Seizing this one-in-a-million chance, Ye Yang endured the excruciating pain of his meridians being severed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and used his last bit of strength to crash headfirst into the spatial rift.
Almost simultaneously, a mysterious light flashed by and followed closely behind.
"Ok?"
A soft exclamation tinged with surprise echoed from the depths of the void. The massive, cracked hand of law shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into a shower of light.
But Ye Yang and the Xuanwu Sacred Beast had already disappeared at the end of the spatial rift.
The imprisoned void resumed its flow, and the raiders, bewildered, resumed their movements, completely unaware of what had just transpired. Only the shattered rain of laws testified to the terrifying power that had intervened.
……
The boundary between mountains and seas, the eastern wilderness.
On a desolate Gobi Desert, space was suddenly torn apart, and two disheveled figures were thrown out of the crack, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"puff!"
As soon as Ye Yang landed, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.
Burning his life essence, forcibly unleashing the most powerful sword strike, and finally traversing an unstable spatial rift, he was now completely exhausted, with even the foundation of his Dao showing signs of cracking.
The Xuanwu sacred beast beside it was not faring much better. It had shrunk to the size of a palm, and the light on its tortoise shell had dimmed considerably, its aura weakened.
The man and the beast exchanged a glance, both seeing in each other's eyes the relief of surviving a calamity mixed with deep lingering fear. (End of Chapter)