Chapter 534: Chapter 534: Glory
The disciples of the Shenjian Sect listened and immediately raised their eyebrows, laughing coldly.
Quickly!
Song Cheng explained in detail the precautions for entering the secret land’s center.
Then, he waved his large sleeve and promptly led everyone forward, symbolizing the splendor of the secret land’s center.
As for the crowd of disciples from various sects surrounding them, they all heard Song Cheng’s words but hesitated for a long time under the lure of benefits, before following one after another.
...
In the depths of Mount Aya within the secret land.
Having completed the process of breaking through his protective bracelet and successfully restoring his peak strength, Yang Tian suddenly returned to his divine-state peak.
The restriction on altering the laws of heaven and earth within the domain of truth was once again imposed upon him.
"This Obsidian space, though it truly can tear apart the barriers of space and obscure the laws of heaven and earth, is still insufficient after all!"
Yang Tian felt his body constrained again and couldn’t help but feel some regret.
You were right!
Although Space Obsidian was crafted by Yang Tian himself, its utility was limited.
Thus, Yang Tian had just temporarily obscured the laws of heaven and earth, recovered his true strength, but couldn’t sustain it beyond five minutes before the power of Space Obsidian could no longer hold.
This caused his strength to fall back yet again to the early-stage realm of Divine Separation!
For Yang Tian, this outcome was naturally unsatisfactory, but it was still better than nothing!
Quickly regaining his composure, he gazed toward the center of the secret land, the place Song Cheng had entered before.
With his brief five minutes of restored power, Yang Tian had easily sensed the spiritual Xiao Cao that the Divine Sword Sect was searching for—it was indeed nearby.
"He isn’t dead, huh?"
Seeing Yang Tian unscathed despite the thunder he unleashed from his palm, Lei Ba frowned slightly, his expression darkening.
Earlier, he had personally witnessed the thunder his palm unleashed striking Yang Tian.
Thunder launched from one’s palm, the unique path forward—it may appear trivial, but its power is boundless!
Lei Ba, as the Chief Disciple of Thunder Palace, was the true inheritor of thunder mastery. Even the disciples of the Northern Shenjian Sect trembled at the heavy blows of this thunder skill.
Yet in his eyes, Yang Tian was merely a nameless disciple from the small Rasha Sect. Not only had he endured it, but he remained completely unharmed. How could this be?
Did he possess a secret technique?
Or was it a top-tier defensive artifact?
Or perhaps some newly acquired treasure filled him with an aura of fear?
Witnessing this, the greed in Lei Ba’s gaze worsened, and he sneered coldly: "Ah, I didn’t expect you, kid, to have such an adventure in a secret land. Truly lucky! But you may have resisted thunder today, yet can you withstand the combined assault of my disciples and me?"
Saying this, Lei Ba immediately glanced at the four disciples behind him and said, "Together, let’s kill him now! The treasure he obtained here belongs to our Thunder Palace. When we leave, the elders will surely praise us!"
"Indeed, Senior Brother!"
The four disciples clearly harbored intention. Upon hearing Lei Ba’s words, they instantly turned their palms over, thunder roaring from each hand.
Lei Ba did the same.
He directly absorbed the lightning released by the four disciples’ hands, converging it instantly into a bowl-shaped torrent, dense and thin, resembling a giant thunder serpent dancing wildly in the air.
"Kid, your end is here!"
Lei Ba controlled the wild lightning with a cold laugh, directing it toward Yang Tian.
In an instant, it descended directly over Yang Tian’s head, cracking dangerously close.
But at that moment, Yang Tian slowly extended his hand, spreading five fingers wide.
As the serpentine lightning was about to strike him, Yang Tian suddenly deftly caught it, transforming it into a twisting lightning serpent that flew erratically within his grasp.
"This... How is this possible?"
Witnessing this scene, Lei Ba was left utterly speechless.
But how could he know, as someone strong enough to quake the world, who had captured countless strikes of Sun Thunder?
Even when Yang Tian was suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth during his early Divine Separation stage, how could mere thunder threaten his vast capabilities?
To Yang Tian, Lei Ba’s mighty lightning was nothing more than a toy—not worth mentioning!
"Tell me why you’ve come to the Ancestor Grounds and your connection to Jin Ze!"
Yang Tian casually spoke while playing with the lightning serpent in his hand, his voice filled with indifference.
Realizing the true extent of Yang Tian’s strength, fear flooded Lei Ba’s heart. He immediately yelled in panic, turned, and fled alongside his disciples.
Muttering under his breath: "Jin Ze! How dare you implicate me!" I won’t let you get away with this!"
As he spoke, Lei Ba, along with his four disciples, instantly transformed into lightning bolts, fleeing far away.
Using the speed of thunder and lightning to escape, they naturally thought they could get away.
But they had chosen the wrong opponent—Yang Tian!
The man who defeated Xiu Zhen’s three elite warriors, toppled the power of Four Sects and One Valley, slew Qinglong Jianzhong and Lu Yu, faced off against Sword Masters, wrested Biyue’s treasure, summoned the Moon Fairy, a mythical figure in the mortal realm, and overwhelmed Devil Cultivators—Yang Tian!
Watching Lei Ba’s escape, Yang Tian merely cast a light glance before gently flicking the lightning serpent in his hand.
The intelligent serpent transformed into a ferocious lightning strike once more, chasing after Lei Ba and his disciples with unprecedented fury.
A deafening roar!
In the blink of an eye, the lightning consumed the four escaping disciples. They had no ability to resist and were reduced to ashes by their own lightning strikes.
Witnessing this, Lei Ba, ahead, was so terrified his heart nearly shattered. Continuing to flee for his life, he screamed: "Alright! Fine! I’ll tell you! On my travels, I encountered Jin Ze. He said you were carrying the treasure-seeking artifact of the Luosa Sect, and asked me to follow you. Please... spare me!"
"Oh, is that so?"
In truth, Yang Tian had suspected this as soon as Jin Ze’s name was mentioned. Hearing it confirmed now, he wasn’t surprised.
He stood there coldly, staring at Lei Ba. "Spare you, huh?" Too late!"
Too late?
Before Lei Ba could answer, he noticed the lightning—having killed his four disciples—accelerating toward him.
"Is this the Soul Healing Plant?"
Murong Yan gazed at the wondrous Plant Soul Grass in front of her and couldn’t help but exclaim, "How beautiful!"
"Haha, a spirit that merges with heaven and earth, cultivated into such a rare plant—it indeed looks incredible. If not for fulfilling our master’s mission, I wouldn’t mind gifting it to the teacher and sisters!"
Song Cheng laughed, his eyes filled with strong admiration.
Murong Yan, as the daughter of Tianyuan City Lord Murong Longcheng, had enjoyed a privileged upbringing, carrying the air of an influential family’s child.
If not for her late introduction to Shenjian Sect and its strict rules, she wouldn’t have been allowed to marry a Core Disciple like Song Cheng—for fear that back then, the High Priest’s Divine Sword would be coveted by fellow disciples seeking favor.
However, despite Song Cheng’s affection, Murong Yan—who once might have delightedly admired his charm—now found herself inexplicably comparing him with another figure. That figure loomed over Tianyuan City, as majestic as a King of the world.
And each time she compared, the men before her often seemed to dim beneath the shadow of that otherworldly presence.