Chapter 829: The Fisherman

Someone was fighting fiercely near Water Element City, alarming all the powerful figures within the city. The fluctuations were extremely strong, far beyond ordinary experts in battle.

The sky and earth in that area were dazzling, with brilliant rays of various colors exploding from all races. In the center, Yin and Yang Qi rose and fell, while the surrounding energy seemed to suppress them.

“This is the energy of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect. Could they have started their campaign?”

“Probably. Judging by the fluctuations, it should be an old monster from their sect emerging. Let us hurry over. We must not let them take the fragment of the Lost Divine Realm map away, or it will be troublesome.”

The powerful figures around began rushing over frantically. The Lost Divine Realm was of great importance, and no mistakes could be allowed.

Yang Tian rubbed his nose. His body now appeared on a street. After looking around, an ancient mirror suddenly appeared in his hand.

“Conceal!” Yang Tian muttered softly. The ancient mirror emitted a hazy divine radiance, instantly enveloping his body.

“I wonder what origin this ancient mirror has, that even a peak Wheel Sea expert cannot see through it.” Yang Tian was very satisfied. This item had even evaded the Great Divine Son in the demoness’s secret chamber, proving it was no ordinary object.

He walked through the void, the ancient mirror above his head, and no one detected his presence. His eyes quickly scanned the scene.

Five powerful figures were engaged in battle. Two were from the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, while the others around had not yet acted.

These two old men were terrifying. One embodied Yin, the other Yang, and they moved as one, their energies merging to change the very color of the sky and earth.

“I didn’t expect the Yin-Yang Elders of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect to still be alive. Weren’t they rumored to have died of depleted lifespan?”

“Not so easy. Their cultivation is extremely formidable. The Yin-Yang Divine Sect would spend vast resources to extend their lives. A few more days alive brings immense benefits to the entire sect.”

“Indeed. They are twin brothers, one Yin and one Yang, who daily comprehend the Yin-Yang Unity Divine Furnace. Their cultivation is earth-shattering. Unless a great divine ability cultivator appears, no one can match their combined strength.”

When the Yin-Yang Elders first emerged, they shook the entire divine sect. Their physiques were special, allowing them to cultivate Yin and Yang Qi separately or merge them. They comprehended the Yin-Yang Unity divine ability, making their combat power extremely fierce.

These were two old men with withered skin and cracked faces, their hair nearly gone, looking as if they were about to enter their coffins.

Yet their blood energy remained vigorous, their bodies seemingly possessing explosive power far beyond ordinary people.

“Heavenly Demon Pavilion, Ancient Sword Pavilion, Heavenly Feather Holy Land—do you intend to be enemies with our Yin-Yang Divine Sect?” one of the old men said in a strange tone, showing no fear.

“Hmph, Yin-Yang Elders, this item was never stipulated to be off-limits for seizure.” This was a powerful figure radiating intense heat and monstrous demonic aura. His voice boomed like thunder.

“Indeed, this matter is of great importance. I doubt your Yin-Yang Divine Sect has the capability to explore that place alone. I suggest we share its control.” This was a figure exuding sword energy from every pore, each inch of flesh sharp enough to sting the eyes.

“At worst, your sect takes the larger share. The mortality rate there is extremely high. We don’t want to burn bridges either. We advise you to think it over carefully,” said the expert from Heavenly Feather Holy Land.

“Haha, you bunch of dreamers! Do you three really think you can stop us brothers? Look at yourselves!” The Yin-Yang Elders sneered in unison. Their lifespans were nearly exhausted, and they planned to seek opportunities in the Lost Divine Realm before death, hoping to extend their years.

The fragment of the Lost Divine Realm map had them burning with desire. They had taken out half a lifetime’s worth of treasures to auction the fragment—how could they let others take it cheaply?

The three powerful figures grew angry. The Yin-Yang Elders had always been arrogant, looking down on everyone. But the three major sects had terrifying foundations, far beyond ordinary experts.

Yang Tian, lurking aside, rubbed his nose, puzzled. Since the Yin-Yang Divine Sect dared to auction this item, they wouldn’t let themselves be cornered so easily.

The Yin-Yang Elders were strong enough to have fled through the void earlier, yet they were stalling here. Were they buying time?

Not only Yang Tian was puzzled, but the three experts were as well. However, the spatial pocket had been sealed by their clan’s experts, ensuring no one from the sect could escape.

The battle raged. Yang Tian’s body appeared in a deserted place. Frowning, he felt the map fragment was not on the Yin-Yang Elders.

“Could the Yin-Yang Divine Sect have allied with the Profound Desert Pavilion and secretly sent it out?” Yang Tian muttered. If so, he had no way to find it.

“Try using bloodline energy to activate the map fragments—maybe you can locate them,” came the voice of Yan Long at that moment.

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded skeptically. Since the item was left by the White-Robed Supreme, their clan’s bloodline might be useful.

Three ancient map fragments appeared in his hand. If the Yin-Yang Divine Sect saw these three fragments, they would likely go mad. This was a map of the core area of the Lost Divine Realm, making this the fourth fragment in total.

The Lost Divine Realm was filled with countless opportunities but also countless dangers. The core region was hard to enter, and even harder to leave. Only those with incredible luck could find the way back.

With a map of that area, one could come and go freely and claim a vast amount of treasures.

A purple light flickered in Yang Tian’s palm. His eyes fixed on the three fragments, and a look of anticipation quietly appeared on his face.

The map fragments were extremely important, concerning the Yang Clan’s number one treasure. Even Yang Xiao had to hide them in the Ancestral Dragon Ring, showing their immense value.

Under his expectant and tense gaze, the purple light surged into the three fragments. The ancient fragments suddenly emitted purple patterns as the energy flowed in.

“It works!” Seeing this change, Yang Tian’s heart leaped with joy. He quickly held his breath and channeled his mind into the fragments.

A thousand miles away, a young man and a woman were rapidly crossing the void. The young man’s aura was cold, while the woman was scantily clad, exuding a wild temperament. They moved swiftly without pause.

At that moment, the young man’s body suddenly halted, his face turning grim as he stared at the map fragment in his hand, which was glowing with purple light.

“What’s going on?” The young man’s expression darkened. The fragment’s sudden change baffled him.

“Yingjie, why is the Lost Divine Realm fragment like this?” The woman’s figure instantly appeared beside him. When she saw the fragment, she let out a sharp cry.

“Could the Profound Desert Pavilion have tampered with it?” Gao Yingjie’s face was very ugly. They had paid an astronomical price for this. If something went wrong, it would be disastrous.

“Tampered? Correct, but no prize.” Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void.

“Yao Xuan!” Seeing the newcomer, Gao Yingjie’s face sank. How did he find this place?

“Our Heavenly Demon Pavilion has a herb called Heavenly Demon Grass. It’s usually useless, but it’s excellent for tracking,” Yao Xian sneered.

“You’re asking for death! Our Yin-Yang Divine Sect is not to be trifled with. I advise you to leave quickly. When our sect’s experts arrive, you’ll die without a burial place!” The woman shrieked.

“Hmph, a lowly maid dares to threaten our young master? You must be tired of living,” Yao Xian said coldly. An old crone appeared behind him, speaking with a chilling tone.

Seeing the old crone, the woman’s arrogance instantly dissipated, fear flashing in her eyes. The crone had appeared silently, clearly an old monster.

Gao Yingjie’s face was grim. The Yin-Yang Divine Sect’s experts were all in Water Element City. He hadn’t expected Yao Xian to know his location.

Seven or eight hundred miles away, Yang Tian was frantically crossing the void. He had sensed the map fragment’s location through his bloodline.

“Why did it suddenly stop? Could there be a change?” he muttered to himself. The fragment had stopped moving, which was strange.

“Regardless, Uncle Xiao can now control the Daoist’s body and even withstand a blow from a Wheel Sea expert.” He crossed the void madly. He had to reclaim the map fragment.