Chapter 612: Bones!

Between heaven and earth, the atmosphere was oppressive, with a remnant of brutal aura leaking out. This place had become a land of death, where not a single living creature existed.

Yang Tian's eyes moved around. The Yang clan had once been prosperous, a great family in the Eastern Continent, but now it was nothing but ruins stretching to the horizon.

Three figures of unfathomable depth walked toward the Yang clan's territory. Ripples suddenly appeared in the void ahead, and powerful beings emerged. The three leaders strode through the void, extremely fearsome.

Their gazes were cold and sinister as they looked at the three approaching figures, sensing the dangerous aura emanating from them.

Yang Tian's eyes swept over the figures in the void, eliminating them one by one from his sight. He was searching for those who had once massacred his clan, trying to find a face etched into his memory.

He dismissed face after face, finally settling on an old, gloomy visage. Yang Tian's expression instantly darkened.

He vaguely remembered a beloved uncle in the clan who had detonated his own body to block this great cultivator, all to preserve a seed of the Yang clan!

"Stop!" Seeing that the three men did not halt, a terrifying old man at the lead began to shout at them.

However, his words had no effect. Yang Tian walked forward step by step, his murderous intent barely containable.

"Do you still remember me?" His eyes fixed on the gloomy old man, Yang Tian's suppressed voice slowly echoed through heaven and earth.

The gloomy old man's eyes instantly locked onto Yang Tian, a shadow of gloom appearing in them. He snorted coldly, "Where did this fool come from? Since you're here, don't bother leaving."

They had guarded this place and suppressed countless figures; no one had ever left alive.

Yang Tian was just over twenty, but his entire demeanor was extraordinary. Yet the gloomy old man was extremely arrogant. His body eerily appeared before Yang Tian, and a chilling, sinister aura suddenly erupted.

Strands of pitch-black energy bloomed like surging waves, appearing as great rivers above Yang Tian's head. The old man was overconfident, intending to kill Yang Tian with sheer force.

Yang Tian seemed invulnerable to all techniques, his whole body sacred. The chaotic auspicious light trembled slightly, shattering the pitch-black rivers in the void, and a terrifying killing intent spread from his eyes.

"Back then, I lay not far from you and escaped through a void passage. Have you forgotten?" Yang Tian spoke, staring at the gloomy old man's astonished face, his gaze filled with dreadful killing light.

"You..." The gloomy old man was still shocked by Yang Tian's power, but now his pupils suddenly contracted. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he said uncertainly, "You are the escaped descendant of the Yang clan?"

As these words fell, the eight powerful beings in the void all trembled slightly, a wild joy appearing in their eyes. They hadn't expected Yang Tian to deliver himself to them.

"Since you remember, I'll send you on your way first!" Yang Tian roared. His Life Wheel Eyes suddenly trembled violently. Heaven and earth rumbled, and the Dao sound shook the sky and earth, stirring the void.

"Qianyuan Dao Sound!" Yang Tian's body soared into the void, his aura erupting like a dormant dragon. The sky-rending divine sound shook the earth and resounded through the nine heavens.

His Life Wheel Eyes were even burning. Yang Tian used a divine ability at his first strike, showing how furious he was. The terrifying Dao sound rose in the void, swirling endlessly, like gods roaring.

"Ah..." The gloomy old man's face instantly twisted, as if ten thousand needles were piercing his mind, or a whip lashing his brain. His whole body trembled, his face turned deathly pale, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Not only him, but the five War Emperor cultivators floating in the void suddenly fell from the sky, their chests exploding, blood and bones splattering, their souls shattered by Yang Tian's roar.

"Terrifying..." The big black bird couldn't help wiping its sweat. Yang Tian's strength was formidable, enough to make those of the same level tremble.

The power of that roar made even his soul tremble slightly, and his mind nearly lost control. This was a fearsome divine ability.

"Roar..." The two great cultivators in the void were enraged. Their strength was more formidable, likely at the high-level Great Cultivator stage.

"Little bastard!" The eyes of the two great cultivators fell on the War Emperor cultivators who had been roared to death. Their eyes nearly split as they roared.

The two great cultivators flew into a rage, using all their power to resist the endless Dao sound in the void. Their bodies shot toward Yang Tian at terrifying speed, surging with boundless divine power.

Yang Xiao's eyes were icy. He pointed at the sky, and with a light tap, a colossal finger instantly appeared, reaching ten thousand zhang, radiant with divine light, its pressure overwhelming, nearly piercing the sky as it slowly pressed down.

"Not good..." The two great cultivators trembled all over. Their bodies were imprisoned, crushed by the colossal finger with overwhelming force, crashing into the earth and plowing a bottomless abyss.

Yang Tian's eyes were bloodshot, his black hair wild. His Life Wheel Eyes rumbled and turned, striking until heaven and earth trembled.

He was like a humanoid beast, grabbing the great cultivator's body. His whole body radiated chaotic auspicious light. He seized the gloomy old man's body, swung it, and smashed it into the ruins!

Bang! Bang! Extremely violent. Cries of agony and the sound of bones shattering exploded continuously, echoing through heaven and earth.

Yang Tian's fury soared to the sky. He vaguely remembered how the old man had once been like a god of death, slaughtering in the Yang clan's territory. Many uncles and elders had died, and he was one of them.

"Sigh..." Yang Xiao sighed softly. He and the big black bird left the place, letting Yang Tian be alone to calm down. The blow from back then had been too great for him.

Only the nine-year-old little one curled up in a corner, his eyes fearful, still calling out, "Mother, I'm so cold... so scared..."

All of this often appeared before his eyes. Yang Tian couldn't help shedding tears. His blurred gaze swept over the patches of ruins, everywhere broken walls and collapsed buildings.

Sunlight shone through, revealing bones emitting a pale white glow. The killing intent in Yang Tian's eyes grew more intense, his chest heaving violently.

No one knew how long passed... Yang Tian seemed to have tired of fighting. He suddenly kicked, and the old man's corpse shot like a boulder into the ruins, plowing through them until it reached the end.

This was a bloody human-shaped tunnel. Bang! Bang! The sound of plowing continued as he kicked corpse after corpse to the deepest part, blood and bones scattering within.

In this space, it seemed as if strands of obsession dissipated, and the entire Yang clan territory lost much of its chill.

Yang Tian raised his head and looked around, his heart aching. He walked inside step by step, very slowly, searching for bones in the ruins and carefully wiping them clean.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find a single complete skeleton. Yang Tian was deeply grieved. A shadow kept appearing in the ruins, rummaging for broken bones.

"This is Third Uncle's weapon... This is Second Uncle's war spear..." He walked inside, finding many fragments of artifacts. Everything was so familiar, as if he had seen them just yesterday.

"This is Mother's hairpin..." At this moment, Yang Tian held a cracked hairpin. Its essence had long been lost, but the name engraved on it was one Yang Tian would never forget.

Yang Tian's steps faltered as he walked. He lifted the ruins, searching for broken artifacts inside, because only these artifacts could let him carve names on the tombstone!

Yang Tian wrapped each broken bone and artifact fragment in white cloth. He wanted to take them all away, find the ancient clan territory of the Yang clan from the distant past, and bury them there, letting them return to their ancestral land.

But even Yang Xiao didn't know if the ancient Yang clan's territory from the distant past still existed. Was it like this place, already a historical relic?

Yang Tian searched for an entire day and night. Finally, in the distance of the ruins, he found the war spear his father had once used, now broken into three pieces.

The bronze war spear exuded an ancient aura. This had once been a peak Dao artifact of Yang Tian's. Though damaged, Yang Tian still wiped it carefully.

Yang Tian sat cross-legged here for three days. Before leaving, he kowtowed before a patch of ruins.

"Uncles, elders, and ancestors, if your spirits are in heaven, bless little Tian to find his parents and fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Yang Tian left without looking back, sinking the entire ruins into the earth.