Chapter 127: Entering

The sudden move left those around slightly stunned. Then, following the white-robed elder's gaze, they fixed their eyes on the ordinary-looking youth, a wave of surprise welling up in their hearts.

"Not good, I've been recognized!" Yang Tian's heart sank as he realized the mask on his face had been seen through. That old monster opposite him was terrifyingly powerful.

"Damn, that old codger has found us out." Qing Yuan and the others also changed color slightly. This old man was a great power who had directly detected Yang Tian, clearly remembering his aura well.

The white-robed elder's gaze drew many eyes. Most of those present focused on Yang Tian, and among them, a woman in white trembled violently.

"Yang Tian!!" A fierce killing intent swept forth, and a choked roar rolled across the sky, full of venom. Her beautiful eyes seethed with icy murderousness.

"What? He's Yang Tian!" Hearing this, many faces showed shock. Yang Tian's name had spread among the younger generation; he had offended many major powers and thoroughly enraged the Ancient Holy Land.

"What nerve, daring to come here." Some felt a hint of admiration, but this was like walking into a tiger's den. Many coveted the cultivation technique Yang Tian practiced.

"What do we do?" Qing Yuan and Xing Hao were alarmed. With a great power here, their two families had only a few War Emperors, nowhere near enough to stop him.

"Something wrong?" Yang Tian scratched his head, glanced at the woman in white, then cast a furtive look at the cave. His chance of survival lay inside that cave!

"Very well." Gu Lingyun's face was icy cold, her whole body radiating a fierce killing intent. She wished she could devour Yang Tian's flesh and blood. In recent days, she had endured many strange looks from her clan, even whispers behind her back calling her shameless and saying she had disgraced the Ancient Holy Land.

"So this is Gu Lingyun, the one who had an affair with her own nephew." Furtive glances swept over Gu Lingyun, and many muttered inwardly.

"Damn, who'd have thought she'd be so prim and proper on the surface, with that embroidery on her clothes—really a secret slut..." Forgetting the women's bodies, Qing Yuan grinned.

"Old woman, look at this!" Yang Tian suddenly smiled, revealing white teeth, and a piece of clothing appeared before everyone's eyes.

The image embroidered on it showed a seductive figure, her body faintly visible, with even the private parts depicted.

This image flickered before countless eyes, and burning gazes instantly shifted to Gu Lingyun's body.

"Gulp..." Suddenly, someone swallowed saliva. This was the old saintess of the Ancient Holy Land, utterly chaste, stunningly beautiful in her youth, and the object of many older generation's pursuit.

The white-robed elder's face instantly darkened. His cold gaze swept over Yang Tian, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes. Yang Tian was still of great use and could not die yet.

"Bastard!" Panic surged onto Gu Lingyun's face. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into. Her entire body had been seen naked, which added a layer of temptation beyond mere nudity...

With a whoosh, Yang Tian's body suddenly lurched, charging straight toward the cave.

"Young friend Yang, come with me to the Ancient Holy Land for a visit." Seeing this, the white-robed elder pointed a finger through the air, freezing Yang Tian's body in the void.

"Bastard, that old codger!" Qing Yuan and the others were enraged, their eyes bloodshot, but their bodies could not move an inch, trapped in the void by Qing Rufeng.

"Go screw your mother's head! Go sleep with Gu Lingyun! If anything happens to me, I'll send Gu Mo to a brothel to be a pimp!" Yang Tian sneered coldly.

"Sharp-tongued little beast!" The white-robed elder was furious, but the last shred of reason told him he could not kill Yang Tian—he possessed a peerless cultivation technique.

"This kid is interesting..." Beside the white-robed elder, a peerless young man pursed his lips, a smile spreading across his face.

"Gu Lingyun... Gu Lingyun, once the most stunning woman in the Eastern Continent, now stooping to such shameful acts." The beautiful woman from the Heavenly Sound Holy Land shook her head slightly. She and Gu Lingyun were contemporaries, but her cultivation had far surpassed the other's.

"This Yang Tian really isn't afraid of death!" Many hearts trembled. Yang Tian's audacity was immense—he had directly cursed a great power.

"Yang Tian, you deserve to die!" Gu Lingyun roared in fury, striking out with a palm, wanting to devour Yang Tian on the spot.

"Wait, this boy is still of great use. Don't kill him yet." The white-robed elder waved his hand, blocking the surging palm force in the void, and said in a deep voice.

Stopped, Gu Lingyun clenched her jade hand tightly. Today, her reputation was ruined, and the Ancient Holy Land's prestige would also suffer. She would face punishment upon returning to the Holy Land.

Yang Tian's face turned cold. He directly stopped suppressing the Ancestral Dragon Ring within him. The entire ring suddenly shook, instantly breaking the void's restraint, and at the same time, his body burst toward the cave.

"Gu Lingyun, in a few days, there will be an auction for your clothes. Make sure you attend..."

A faint laugh came, and under the horrified gazes of those around, Yang Tian's body went straight into the cave.

"How is this possible?" The crowd was stunned, staring in disbelief at the spot where Yang Tian had vanished. Having just killed a War Emperor, Yang Tian now entered directly.

Qing Yuan and the others instantly breathed a sigh of relief, sweat beading on their faces, while secretly grumbling at Yang Tian for not seizing the chance to plant a peerless treasure—it had been right before their eyes, a huge loss...

"Little bastard..." Gu Lingyun was utterly enraged, her roars rolling endlessly, her fierce killing intent drawing sidelong glances from the crowd, though their looks were somewhat odd.

The white-robed elder's figure suddenly flickered, charging straight into the cave. The others behind also snapped to and rushed in.

Since Yang Tian could enter, it meant the internal formation had vanished. Many went mad, scrambling for the divine herbs.

"Puff puff..." Abruptly, just as the white-robed elder reached the cave entrance, a pitch-black finger shot out, aiming for his brow.

"Not good." A lethal crisis struck. The elder, greatly alarmed, sent a small silver bell flying out. A monstrous wave of energy surged wildly, striking at the finger.

"Not good! Fall back!" Many hearts sank as they frantically retreated.

Clang! A piercing sonic boom. The pitch-black finger, smashing through obstacles, shattered the silver bell and surged toward the elder's body.

"Damn it!" The elder cursed, a look of resolve flashing in his eyes. His right arm flew off, transforming into a body resembling his own. At the same time, his real body broke free and retreated explosively.

"Puff puff..." With the sacrificial body destroyed, the elder's face instantly turned pale. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his aged face darkening.

"What the hell is that thing?" The white-clad youth of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land exchanged a glance with the beautiful woman beside him, unable to hide their sheer terror. A Great Power had used self-mutilation to survive one blow. Was it a formation or a person inside? Unimaginable.

"Why could Yang Tian enter?" Many, struck by a thought, exclaimed in surprise. Yang Tian hadn't been attacked—was it because his cultivation was too low, and the mysterious being disdained to strike?

"That old bastard, why didn't it kill him!" Xing Hao and the others clicked their tongues, their eyes full of indignation, while worry surged in their hearts. It was too eerie inside; they feared Yang Tian might meet with disaster.

Qing Rufeng and Hei Sha exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment. Yang Tian's safe entry left them puzzled.

Inside the cave, Yang Tian, wrapped by the Ancestral Dragon Ring, traveled through endless darkness for a long time. When he fell into a stone chamber, his mind instantly tensed.

In the vast stone chamber, ten thousand zhang in size, stood a figure shrouded in black mist, exuding an aura of evil. A pair of blood-red eyes were as large as light bulbs.

"What a terrifying person..." Gazing at the figure ahead, Yang Tian's heart sank, cold sweat trickling down his back. He felt utterly powerless against this being—as if with one move, he would be crushed into a meat patty.

Behind the black-mist-shrouded figure was a massive black screen, ten thousand zhang tall, covered in dark runes that emitted an aura very similar to that of the figure.

"This is a barrier!" Yang Tian murmured inwardly. The direction the Ancestral Dragon Ring pointed was clearly inside the barrier.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, the black-mist-shrouded figure before him burst into hearty laughter, unable to conceal an indescribable excitement.

"Has this old monster gone mad? Or is he a good guy who wants to take me as a disciple..." Yang Tian clenched his fists, staring at the laughing mist figure. For some reason, a chill crept into his heart.

"How many years... How long have I waited... How long have I been trapped inside..." The mist figure roared incoherently, an endless venom spreading.

"What does this old bastard want?" Yang Tian's heart tightened. He clenched his fists, unsure what to do.

"Hehehe... Boy... Offer your body to me..." After rambling for a long time, the figure finally turned his gaze to Yang Tian, cackling eerily.

"Body... He wants to take over my body..." Yang Tian's face instantly darkened.

"Damn Ancestral Dragon Ring, why did you bring me to this ghostly place?" Yang Tian clenched his fists, an extreme crisis descending upon him.

"Not bad, refined two types of visions. This flesh is weak, but I have ways to transform it into a peerless divine body..." The mist figure roared excitedly, as if inspecting his own property.

"He wants to take over my body..." Yang Tian pretended to be terrified, stepping back with a face full of fear, but his mind focused on the Ancestral Dragon Ring. His body was suppressed by the ring—surely it wouldn't succeed?

"Hehe... This Emperor has taken a liking to your body; it's your honor. You're unwilling?" The mist figure, seeing this, bellowed and walked step by step toward Yang Tian.

"This Emperor... This old bastard is an Emperor-level powerhouse..." Hearing this, Yang Tian's mind jolted. Such a figure was rare even in the entire Eastern Continent, a peerless talent.

The mist figure pointed out a strange light, pinning Yang Tian's body to the ground. Then he instantly shrank until he was the size of a thumb, before entering Yang Tian's body.