Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Iron Chains
At the ancestral tomb of Jiujiu, there is gifted Magic Potion. This has finally been confirmed over two millennia. The truth about the ancestors is exactly as recorded in the cultural tales of Yao Shun Yu Tang—it’s tied to the river currents!
"It’s like falling into a sword. Maybe *twelve months have passed!"
Yang Chuan’s heart burned with urgency, and he immediately stepped forward, treading on the iron chain suspended over the river’s waters.
But as Yang Chuan just stepped onto the chain, an overwhelming pressure bore down on him.
"This..."
"Not good! This is actually the intimidation of the heavenly current!"
The voice of Ji Ling’s rain-like whisper echoed in Yang Tian’s mind, clearly sparking a sense of fear.
"Heavenly current’s intimidation?" Yang Tian furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
He listened to the whisper of Mao Maoyu and it said, "There is no mistake! This absolutely belongs to the intimidation of a merchant world’s ancestor. Otherwise, even if your strength is sealed within this atmosphere, you would never sense such pressure. Furthermore..."
"Furthermore, what?" Yang Chuan asked.
"This intimidation is clearly connected to the underground earth veins here. You won’t be able to endure its impact, and if you cannot resist, this entire place may collapse."
Collapse.
Hearing this, Yang Chuan narrowed his eyes.
Discovering the Magic Potion before this place collapses would not be an easy matter for Yang Chuan while being intertwined with Zhenhao. Although this place was an ancestral tomb, it wouldn’t have drawn much concern.
But now that the potion has been found, it’s almost certain that the true medicine practitioner was someone descended from the merchant world. Besides, the rumors of falling into the sword of Good Sword continue. They persist like a tale told tenfold!
If this place collapses, there will be other variables. For Yang Qian, who is destined to fall into the sword, this would certainly be ominous!
"Can I bear this pressure merely to cross the Potion River?"
Knowing this, Yang Chuan calmly smiled and, with his hands clasped behind his back, began treading forward slowly on the chain like a steady ox.
On this earth, at the boundaries of Xiu Zhen and Xiu Ma, Yang Chuan stepped forward one by one. Jiujiu’s weak waters of the Ruoshui River could never block his advancing footsteps.
However, as he reached the middle of the iron chain, Lawyer Li suddenly burst forth!
Yang Tian moved step by step, and his heartbeat raced—the ominous feeling rippling through him was undeniable. Behind his conscious mind erupted a booming sound in the air.
"A sword?"
Yang Tian hadn’t anticipated this. Instinctively, he turned his head, only to see a translucent sword graze past his ear, leaving a trail of blood.
Even with the Heavenly Horse Golden Body protecting Yang Tian, blood splatter was unheard of—it wouldn’t leave any lasting injury, even with theatrical Magic Treasures invoked!
Yet now, there was blood clearly on the blade. Evidently, this sword was extraordinary!
In that moment, life stirred at every corner!
The sense of crisis within Yang Chuan erupted from all directions, transmitting through his heart. He launched his body forward along the iron chain.
As he dodged, numerous swords materialized, their density astonishing, persistently piercing through the space surrounding Yang Chuan and blocking his path forward.
Meanwhile, as Yang Chuan evaded the swords, his own blade was ferociously sharp!
The blade resonated deeply with the sensitivity to swords discovered in Yang Tian’s Nengtian Tower—a reaction so consistent with Zhu Xianjin’s perception!
This blade was nothing less than the Killing Bee Blade Machine!
"A massacre?" No wonder this weapon can pierce my Heavenly Horse Golden Body!
Faced with such dire circumstances, Yang Chuan revealed a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.
The reason for his smile? There was none!
Yang Chuan had already calculated: when he first saw the Potion River, the probability of falling into a sword was as high as 78%; now, Yang Chuan was almost certain that falling into the First Sword would occur within the true ancestral tomb of Lawyer Li.
For only through inspections facilitated by the mainline can such lethal traps like this sword be executed.
But even with the certainty of falling into the sword, Yang Chuan ahead maintained alert vigilance!
Though the sword of massacre could pierce through the defenses of the Heavenly Horse Golden God, Yang Chuan dared not be careless—lest he meet his fate at the point of an errant blade.
Seeing Yang Tian’s Heavenly Horse spirit falter for a moment, ghostly lights began to emerge.
Unleashing the Flowing Light Ghost, Yang Tian’s frame transformed into that of an ethereal apparition. In the instant the bloodthirsty swords lost their target, they remained suspended in the air!
"Now!"
With the Killing Bee Blade Machine momentarily stalled, Yang Chuan made a subtle movement with his feet. In nearly a single breath, he leaped past the remaining Ruoshui River, landing calmly on the other side.
But though he had crossed the feeble waters, Yang Chuan’s heavy expression remained unchanged!
For ahead of him stood a dark shadow, its heavy footsteps echoing as it emerged slowly from the encompassing darkness.
Who is this?
Upon seeing the figure, Yang Chuan abruptly stiffened slightly.
The figure was a majestic general draped in golden chains, a crimson metallic helmet crowning its head, and wielding a lengthy protective celestial blade in its grip.
But the general’s face was dust-covered, a hue that seemed to blend naturally into the earth like that of a terracotta warrior. Its Sichuan-style blade was truly a formidable treasure imbued with hues of chilling solemnity.
As the general appeared, Yang Chuan suddenly heard a brittle sound. Somewhere far off, the chain snapped. In mere moments, the metallic links dissolved and turned milky white within the Potion River.
In this manner, Yang Tian’s retreat route was thoroughly severed.
Cough, no wonder that for years, Li Zhenjia had shown little concern for the ancestral tomb drifting among the clouds. Who could stand against such means?
Yang Chuan pondered this deeply, yet his gaze never left the general.
Because now, Yang Chuan too could sense the pressure emanating from somewhere.
According to the rain-like whispers, this pressure intertwined with every still earth vein in the surroundings. If Yang Chuan resisted, their ancestral tomb might crumble in an instant.
Thus, Yang Chuan could only utilize the toxic essence of the Potion River to combat the menacing General Dragon Slayer!
Most crucially, though Yang Chuan couldn’t spot any lingering blades from earlier, there was no guarantee another massacre wouldn’t arise unexpectedly!
The Killing Bee Blade’s potential to explode must be noted, yet Yang Tian’s awe remained undaunted!
"Barehanded combat?"
Standing before General Dragon Slayer, Yang Chuan began quickly analyzing every escape option and fighting strategy that surged into his mind.
Though devising last-minute plans is futile for ordinary people, being a strong figure in the Era of Great Victory, Yang Chuan held ultimate control over his physical form. And so long as resolve stirred within him, Yang Chuan could perfectly execute his intentions.
However, Gao Daolong General did not seem concerned about Yang Chuan’s countermeasures. The terracotta-like form moved almost leisurely, its celestial blade gleaming ominously. General Dragon Slayer resembled a wild, unbridled steed as it swiftly thrust its protective heavenly blade toward Yang Tianhua.
Yang Chuan saw the red blade intent clearly and made an agile pivot with his feet. He evaded the general’s attack range in only three paces.
Yet Li Daolong General clearly embodied mastery. Upon seeing Yang Chuan dodge, it swung the blade in reverse and immediately blocked the new path Yang Chuan had started to assert.
Yang Chuan paused, his legs already weary from movement. He hadn’t yet drawn upon new strength for fresh maneuvers.
And so, within the brief clash, the battle had pushed Yang Chuan to the brink of crisis.
Ruthless fiery javelins soon sliced toward Yang Chuan’s waist. The heavenly Tao had solidified in the general’s hands, raising the celestial weapon forcefully overhead before delivering its judgment.
Execution.
A piercing metallic sound rang out as the blade collided ferociously with the Yangchuan Water stirred by Fang Tianhua’s form—lifting the celestial banner—but ultimately proved unsubstantial in its efforts. General Dragon Slayer’s dominion was undeniable, its blade striking like two tiger’s claws flying directly into battle.
"Such immense strength!"
Yang Chuan had been long aware of the extraordinary might of General Dragon Slayer, but he remained stunned by its sheer force!
Yang Chuan was someone who dominated during the Era of Great Victory. Even nearing him, ordinary martial masters stood no chance of laying hands on Yang Chuan in combat.
But today, Yang Chuan barely grasped his blade—unable to gain hold—and was forced to confirm one truth: General Dragon Slayer possessed strength that bordered on demonic. At least, it had reached the level of a true robber!
It’s often remarked that fighters need only frequent the domain of the robber-clan—masters at such levels encounter a physical body destroyed in extreme conflict.
Yet this fleeting thought further surged through Yang Chuan’s mind. The unprecedented strength sent him soaring toward the spring, carried unhinged amidst downstream currents untouched by restraint. Staring at erratically dyed Magic Potion, Yang Chuan’s scalp tingled fiercely. He clenched his fist and fought to regain his stance before he fell back into the water’s pull.
Even if General Dragon Slayer’s actions mirrored ritualistic havoc, Yang Chuan had only one focus remaining: return upright without hesitation while double-checking none of it perturbed Li Zhenjia’s ancestral domain.
Even with Yang Tian’s observing paralysis cautioning him heavily against spectating an opening, not long after, Yang Chuan again reevaluated combat defensive instincts against fiercely mounting threat!
The abrupt steps from escaping blade conjurations precariously extended still afar from veinline beyond potionfall toughness so pure: terror itself unmasked seeing General Slayer push bowed summit’s agile forward combat new aggression slots!