Chapter 593: Chapter 593: Speechless
At this moment, Yang Tian slowly raised his head, looking at Qin with the six-fingered demon’s magical nonchalance and said, "What you just said, that my grandson’s luck was pure chance—"
Uh...
Hearing this, the Six-fingered Demon King was momentarily at a loss for words!
The first occurrence could be attributed to fate, but what about the second time?
As for the blue-clad figure beside them, seldom was it "a woman." At this moment, Yang Tian finally regained his freedom of movement and speech, as he shattered the fragmented spiritual essence of the Six-fingered Demon.
"The... the ghostly ancestor’s spirit..."
Looking at the towering shadow behind Yang Tian, the young girl in blue clothing gasped deeply, dropped to her knees, and said.
"You’re correct!"
At this moment, behind Yang Tian stood the shadow of the ghostly ancestor, seen only by the blue-clothed young girl, her old and youthful duality striking.
The ghostly ancestor’s phantom was a symbol of the omnipresent magic of the ghosts, directly pointing toward the ancestral path of the infernal. While it wasn’t the true ghostly ancestor, it held immense "spiritual" power gathered from the demonic way. It initially exhibited only a trace of magical weaponry, compelling the blue-clad girl to bow toward the throne.
If the Six-fingered Demon had wielded any other type of immortal attack, Yang Tian might be struggling at this moment. However, the demon chose spirit-attuned attacks as its main motif.
In the face of the ghostly ancestor’s shadow, the spiritual power in this domain was as trivial as a child’s play.
"The ghostly ancestor’s spirit? So... what is that?"
Even in the Upper Realm, beings like the Six-fingered Demon and spirits of the demonic lineage had vast knowledge, yet they were no wiser than the lesser "woman" in blue regarding magical and spiritual weaponry nurtured by the heavens and earth.
Faced with this doubt, Yang Tian gave no explanation. He snorted coldly, and the phantom of the ghostly ancestor immediately extended a hand, striking down.
The phantom suppressed the spiritual energy emanated by the Six-fingered Demon. At this moment, before Yang Tian, the Six-fingered Demon was utterly powerless!
Boom!
As Yang Tian prepared to finish off the Six-fingered Demon King, his body suddenly trembled again.
Simultaneously, sensing the disturbance here, Di Hai and Su Youu rushed to the scene. Looking worriedly at Yang Tian, they said, "Tian, this... something feels off here."
"Really?"
Before Yang Tian could speak, the Six-fingered Demon laughed maniacally, "Haha, of course something’s off because those two who triggered the Qunxian Mausoleum are about to escape! Now you’re trapped in this county—do you think even with this ghostly phantom you can suppress my spirit? You’ve been trapped here for 400 years!"
Upon hearing this, Di Hai and Su Youu’s expressions changed instantly.
Without a doubt, the "two" boys who triggered the celestial mausoleum mentioned by the demon were Gongyang Yun and Duan Nong!
What did it mean to be trapped for four hundred years?
Were Gongyang Yun and Duan Nong sealing the Immortal Battlefield?
Realizing this, they immediately looked at Yang Tian and Weite again.
"This..."
As they watched Gongyang Yun and Duan Nong’s figures disappear and the golden thread fade away, Di Hai and Su Youu’s faces turned pale on the spot.
Being trapped in the Immortal Battlefield for four hundred years?
How was this possible?
Even knowing that there were many fragmented immortal resources here, all vital materials like "medicines" for cultivation had already been obliterated in fierce battles against the Immortal Ghosts.
Trapped here, one’s cultivation wouldn’t just stagnate—it would drastically slow down!
While there were still some withering relics containing immortal essence usable for training,
how could they sustain three people here, let alone for four hundred years?
It was feared that even after a hundred years, external immortal remnants would wither away while Yang Tian’s solitary cultivation might not endure.
As for the battlefield core, though it harbored greater peril, one might also encounter immortal vagrant souls or even ascended beings—a terror almost indistinguishable from death itself!
Of course, there was another option available to them: their next destination could only be the Devil World!
When the Demon World was destroyed, the remnants of natural resources and treasures remained ambiguous. If ruins were left, could they not find a way out?
Di Hai immediately drew a deep breath, fists clenched at his waist. He prepared to use his mystical Seven Fists to break through the basalt boundary defined by Duan Nong and the others.
But before he could act, a hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder: "It’s useless!"
"Tian?"
Looking at Yang Tian pressing his shoulder behind him, Di Hai couldn’t help but ask, "Why is it useless?"
"Gongyang Yun and Duan Nong, one a Qing Dynasty Emperor, the other an elder of the Jianling Sect. If this method could casually break through, what use would their meticulously crafted structure hold?" Yang Tian smiled faintly.
In truth, Di Hai understood this logic as well. Prior to touching this basalt joint, he also suspected that most of the Immortal Battlefield’s durability came from this. It might take Yang Tian half a day to penetrate it with his full strength!
Though another option existed—if the ley lines were destroyed, the battlefield itself would collapse—but retreating now would cause the exit to disappear. Where would they find time to destroy the ley lines?
As such, Di Hai could only look toward Yang Tian and ask, "Tian, are we just sitting here waiting to die?"
"Wait to die?"
Yang Tian chuckled lightly, "In my Blessed Pouch, there are ample natural resources and treasures from the Divine Sword Sect. This isn’t a problem; maintain your cultivation and just wait."
"Now guess—who’s the current sect master of the Divine Sword Sect?"
"Chen Xue!"
Yang Tian was once the top Heavenly Venerate of Guiyuan City. Long before, after killing Ye Wudao, he had raided Ye Wudao’s "selfish" treasure vault.
As the sect master of the Divine Sword Sect, Ye Wudao had amassed enormous stores!
This was also one of Yang Tian’s preparations for venturing into the Devil Kingdom!
Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Di Hai and Su Youu finally regained their composure. Yet, staring at the fading exit, Di Hai still muttered reluctantly, "Tian, did we really fall into their trap?"
"Into a trap?"
Standing with his arms crossed, Yang Tian’s eyes revealed a deeply inscrutable smile. "Do you think anyone could calculate the pride of the heavens?"
Immortal Ridge, the entrance to the Immortal Battlefield.
Xiao Daoyin, an elder from the Jianling Sect, paced anxiously, glancing repeatedly toward the entrance of the Immortal Battlefield.
As the only one aware of Gongyang Yun and Duan Nong’s plan, his heart was heavy with worry!
Because Yang Tian was now recognized as the number one figure in the cultivation world.
If Yang Tian failed, both the Jianling Sect and Qingling Sect would face annihilation.
At that time, the supreme clans—the Gate Clan and the three clans ruling the Spiritual Domain—would also likely become mere history.
"Someone’s coming out!"
Suddenly, a disciple of the Jianling Sect shouted.
Hearing this, Xiao Daoyin looked closely and saw a man in a blue robe and white inner garment stepping out slowly.
The moment he exited, Xiao Daoyin’s suspended heart finally settled.
Yet even so, he immediately rushed forward and asked, "Lord Duan, Brother Duan, he..."
"Haha, we set up basalt boundaries at the entrance. There’s no way they can breach before the doorway disappears!" Gongyang Yun sneered coldly.
Hearing this, Xiao Daoyin suddenly exclaimed, "They can’t break it? Does that mean..."
"It means our plan was a success, haha!" Duan Nong burst into hearty laughter.
Success?
Hearing this, Xiao Daoyin also laughed heartily.
The disciples of both the Jianling Sect and Qingling Sect failed to grasp the full weight of it all.