Chapter 610: Looking Back Again!

In the ancient hall, the Taoist was full of surprise. A creature from the outside world had not yet died, which seemed somewhat strange.

Shan He was also quite astonished. The Divine Mountain of the Dao had a cycle of three thousand years, and a Great Power could easily live until now.

"Hmm, let me see what mystery lies within." The Taoist stroked his silver beard. With a slight wave of his hand, the scene beneath the Stairway of Creation instantly appeared before them.

On a large tree, the big black bird stood perched. Since Yang Tian had entered, he had been waiting here, but nearly a year had passed with no sign of Yang Tian, sinking the big black bird's heart into the abyss.

"Could something have happened to Yang Tian?" The big black bird scratched his bald head. He was more extraordinary than before; after eating the King of Medicine, his life essence had recovered greatly, and his body showed no signs of aging.

"Impossible, Yang Tian has comprehended Creation..." Just as the big black bird was letting his mind wander, all his feathers stood on end, for an irresistible force enveloped his entire body.

The moment divine radiance flashed before his eyes, the big black bird was terrified. But when he noticed Yang Tian, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the big black bird could fully relax, he suddenly sensed three terrifying presences in the ancient hall. His whole body trembled involuntarily, and his mind froze.

"Eh?" A hint of surprise appeared in the Taoist's eyes as he scanned the big black bird's body. He noticed that on the bird's life essence, there were layers of golden circles, extremely terrifying, permeating the mysteries of reincarnation!

"Good heavens..." Shan He's eyelids also twitched involuntarily. Staring at the big black bird, he muttered, "It's actually the Divine Art of Reincarnation. It still exists in the world—unbelievable."

Hearing the muttering, the big black bird's whole body tensed, cold sweat pouring out. These figures were too terrifying; they could see the anomaly within his body at a glance.

"Uh..." Yang Xiao's throat also rolled involuntarily, a look of shock in his eyes. The Divine Art of Reincarnation had disappeared for countless ages.

In the ancient era, a Reincarnation Venerable had once emerged, with cultivation that pierced heaven and earth. Yang Xiao knew only a little about it.

"Hmm, you must have eaten the Reincarnation Divine Fruit, right? No wonder you stayed inside for so long." The Taoist pursed his lips and said calmly. Only a divine fruit could sustain so many reincarnation imprints.

"Reincarnation Divine Fruit!" Yang Tian's throat moved, and he shouted inwardly. This was a rare treasure comparable to the Tree of Life, extremely rare, allowing one to escape reincarnation!

"Yes, senior." The big black bird's heart trembled as he replied respectfully. He was very puzzled—were these two figures gods? With just a glance, they saw all his secrets.

"Not bad. An ordinary little bird being able to take this step is extremely difficult." Shan He nodded slightly and spoke.

"Your Divine Art of Reincarnation—I wonder if you would let me have a look." At this moment, the Taoist stroked his beard and said slowly.

The big black bird naturally did not hesitate. The Divine Art of Reincarnation was obtained by chance, and he had reached this point entirely thanks to this divine art.

"You old ox-nose really know how to ask. Let me see it first." Shan He was very unceremonious, shouting as he snatched the jade slip from the big black bird's hand and immersed his divine soul into it.

The Taoist's nose nearly twisted with anger. He glanced sideways at Shan He and gave a light snort. Having been tricked the day before into losing the stone statue to Shan He had already caused him great distress.

"So stingy..." Shan He curled his lips. He didn't deliberately comprehend it but made a copy. This level of technique was of great use even to experts like them, allowing them to comprehend many mysteries of heaven and earth.

"I'm stingy?" The Taoist's eyes reddened, and he said indignantly, "You swindled my disciple's physical body away, and you call me stingy..."

"It's just a mortal shell. Letting your disciple's body follow my Yang family to stir up new storms—isn't that a good thing?" Shan He chuckled and handed the jade slip to the Taoist.

"The Yang family?" Hearing this, the big black bird's heart trembled. Could this terrifying old man be an elder of Yang Tian's clan? That would be too terrifying, too incredible.

"The most important general outline of this technique is incomplete, right?" At this moment, Shan He stared at the big black bird and said, with an irresistible authority.

"Senior, the technique itself is incomplete." The big black bird's heart trembled, as if being stared at by a fierce beast. He quickly told the truth.

"I see..." Nodding, Shan He made two copies. He gave one to Yang Tian, instructing him not to attempt to comprehend it until his cultivation was sufficient, lest it cause backlash.

Yang Tian was overjoyed. He caressed it lovingly several times before carefully putting it away.

"Senior Shan He, aren't you leaving?" At this moment, Yang Tian frowned. A terrifying expert like Shan He could even scare away the great figures of the demon race.

"No. If I go out, a few old fellows from the demon race will probably not be able to resist making a move." Shan He shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Try not to use the Mountain River Cauldron too much, or it will attract the attention of the demon race's divine artifacts."

Yang Tian nodded and sighed inwardly. At that moment, a surge of immense divine power enveloped Yang Tian and the other two, and they instantly crossed the void and left this place.

As they traversed the void, the big black bird's emotions were extremely complex. He had been trapped inside for countless ages, and now that he was out, his heart could not calm down; he almost shed old tears.

What was even more unforgettable were the two mysterious figures. That such powerful beings existed within the Divine Mountain of the Dao was truly beyond belief.

"What exactly is Yang Tian's background?" The big black bird's heart surged. Yang Tian had become even more terrifying, having cultivated inside for a whole year. This made his heart hard to calm.

"This should be a soul body, yet his cultivation is so terrifying." At this moment, the big black bird cast a covert glance at Yang Xiao's body and couldn't help thinking to himself.

Time and space shifted. After who knew how long, the void before Yang Tian suddenly split open, and he stepped inside.

The sound of flowing water entered his ears. The place was surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters; a waterfall fell like a white silk into a pool, splashing waves several feet high. All this looked familiar to Yang Tian.

"Heavens... I'm out!" The big black bird leaped through the void, laughing heartily, extremely happy, with an urge to cry.

Trapped for ten thousand ages, the big black bird's heart boiled over. Like a child, he danced in the void and howled loudly.

Yang Tian couldn't help rolling his eyes. His gaze moved around; this place was very familiar, and dusty memories began to open.

"This is..." He walked to the edge of the pool, looking at the cracks on the surrounding rocks, the marks left by spear thrusts. His nose suddenly stung, and a great wave surged in his heart.

Countless years ago, a middle-aged man taught a child to practice spear techniques. The scene played out before Yang Tian's eyes, and his eyes grew moist.

His hand rubbed a huge rock. Yang Tian vaguely remembered that when he was four or five years old, he had sat cross-legged on this rock, watching his father and Yang Ba practice spear techniques. More than ten years had passed in a flash.

"Standing on the edge of the cliff is to train your willpower to the utmost. Don't have any distracting thoughts. Use your heart to comprehend the spear, and achieve unity with it!" The middle-aged man scolded and shouted.

"Big brother... go for it..." A fair and clean baby waved his little fists, shouting loudly to cheer him on, his face full of innocence and joy.

But when he saw that the cliff was only five inches from Yang Ba's feet, his eyes were full of worry, afraid that he might accidentally fall.

"Little one, when you grow up a bit, you'll have to practice the spear here too. Don't wet your pants from fear!" The middle-aged man slowly turned his head, his smiling eyes looking at the little tot, and chuckled.

The little tot was very scared and shrank his neck, looking as if he would rather die than do it, but he still shouted, "I'm not afraid! You're the one who'll wet your pants..."

His feet involuntarily brought him here. The scenes before him flickered constantly; he vaguely remembered those voices, now echoing in his ears.

"Ah..." Yang Tian suddenly roared, his black hair flying wildly, his eyes shooting divine light a thousand feet high. A terrifying aura instantly burst forth, raging into the high heavens!

A terrible killing intent, like a gust of cold wind, swept through. The unceasing roar echoed in the void, and rocks all around exploded, as if the world were ending.

Looking back again, only beautiful memories remain.

A young man stood atop the cliff, roaring, unleashing endless killing intent.