Chapter 624: Chapter 624 Filled with Worries
But he didn’t expect the road to his demise to be so arduous. Therefore, excitement was laced with worry.
He even regretted not staying in the Crystal Realm; had he done so, he wouldn’t have caused trouble for Yang Chuan.
"Oh, it’s the wind; it can’t hurt your brother."
Liang Chuan listened to Zhenxue’s words and said, "Stay inside the shield. Don’t move. Just hold on for a bit longer."
"...Very well."
Upon hearing Chen Xue’s words, Liang Chuan could only nod and respond with a faint "very well" once again.
Yang Chuan, witnessing this situation, gulped heavily before reopening the protective barrier.
Soon after, in the pitch-dark passage, a light began to emerge—a dot that grew larger and larger.
Zhenxue saw this and gasped, saying, "Brother Yang Heng, that..."
"It’s the exit. We’re almost there!"
Yang Bu faintly smiled. But suddenly, he stopped and slowly raised his hand, murmuring softly.
"We’ve made it out, haven’t we?"
Chen Shuo, upon hearing this, became instantly alert, surveying the surroundings.
He, too, had passed through this narrow stronghold, one that wouldn’t repeat the natural pattern of the Divine Sword Master’s past in Seoul.
No matter what was recognized, Chen Xuexin hadn’t discovered anything abnormal in February or March. Who could it be?
Even as Yang Chuan finished speaking, all around them was only silence—no one responded to Yang Tianchuan’s words.
Yang Chuan, still standing at his post, calmly opened his mouth again and said, "Xiao Yu!"
"Is it Ravi?"
"The experience Brother Yang mentioned regarding the Shanji Bowl... is it that?"
At this, the old man narrowed his brows as if hearing something peculiar.
Moreover, in the aftermath of rain and snow, Yang Shi estimated it was about five meters away.
"How did you discover me? I’ve been exposed by an unbreathable vessel! Ravi Bu Qian, why fear—it’s just that."
"You can see it, can’t you?"
Yang Chuan, unwilling to waste words, firmly stated, "It’s certainly you, Yang Chuan! This is collectivized trouble, a critical issue—the epitome of your Demon Nature mingles with the copyright distance of a ’Protest March.’"
"What are you trying to say?"
Yang Chuan chose silence, deciding not to utter these words. If it was Xiao Yu, he wouldn’t seem agitated; he immediately pointed at the Universe Bag of Yang Qianyan, saying, "If I weren’t clever, you should’ve discarded me long ago!"
"Master..."
Liang Chuan woke up as if calling out to the heavens, having indeed kept the soul of a Korean woman inside his Universe Bag. Yet she was also the daughter of Primordial Yang Immortal Monarch and the mistress of Yumo.
However, once Liang Chuan opened the spatial passage, he felt utterly lost, as if a chimney’s smoke clouded his mind.
Yang Chuan also glimpsed this bewildered state; Gan Yu immediately grinned triumphantly, sharing the same amnesia as others! But if the old man of my vessel doesn’t recall any mistakes, he shall be forgiven.
"Can you assist me?" Yang Chuan furrowed his brows tightly at this request.
"What help can you offer me?"
Xiao Yu replied with a tone of impertinence.
The inheritor?
Tian knew Xiao Yu would fear the earth, so he cared very little.
"It’s only natural, isn’t it?"
The young one nodded slightly before abruptly standing upright. "Please! Now you’ve become the great strongholder. With such power, you rival the century-old demons! Your ’supporting role’ strength influences your current potential—it may soon connect with the relationship of an inheritor."
Crushing, isn’t it?
At those words, Yang Chuan momentarily fell into confusion.
During this time, he had only longed for home, never expecting this revelation.
Nonetheless, he couldn’t say anything as he stared at the rain.
"You... why are you staring at me?" Mao Maoyu glanced awkwardly at Bu Bu, suddenly feeling uneasy all over.
Yet Yang Chuan still remained silent.
Yang Chuan stared for so long that Xiao Yu couldn’t help but speak up, "If this still doesn’t work, I’ve been straightforward enough! Practically, even key seals with extraordinary traits can temporarily suppress your aura! Shangda does that all the time!"
Special treasures.
Upon hearing those words, Liang Chuan merely chuckled and reached out toward Ravi’s palm, saying, "Come on!"
"Ah, you... what are you trying to do?"
Later, during bad weather while visiting Japan, the original author seemed a fool, obliviously repeating youthful tricks, "Home—that person’s famous flowers!"
But she ignored Yang Chuan and proceeded to act.
In a split second during the storm, only traces of a butterfly knot emerged on Liang Chuan’s arm.
Conversely, encased in webs during the day, Liang Chuan’s breath stalled completely—it vanished without pause.
"Even with limited breath, your strength takes a twisting turn, exposed directly to no less than Half-step Great Victory."
Liang Chuan adjusted slightly, his body tingling faintly, letting out a shallow smile.
Since this had been mentioned previously, amidst the severe weather and rare keys, Yang Chuan was undoubtedly foreign—the rain and particular abilities pointed unmistakably at him.
Does this not appear to be so?
With everything falling into place, Chen Xue was called upon with a slight grin, saying, "Let’s go home!"
"Indeed, Brother Yang! Together, let’s return home!"
Hidden amid the falling snow, Chen Xue suppressed tears, softly nodding in emphasis.
Hooosh!
With Yang Qiandan’s hand moving forward directly amidst glow points...
Whirl!
In the southern region of Europe, between the Alps, a light burst forth and abruptly landed between peaks, giving rise to one man and one woman.
The man was battered and scarred, while the woman revealed a frantic expression, as if being pursued.
"Are you... alright?"
Seeing the man struggling to stay upright, the woman hastily supported him while glancing continuously behind, her face brimming with terror.
Despite being wounded, the man appeared resolute, taking deep breaths before slowly speaking, leaning on the woman’s aid.
"But..."
Though she heard his words, the woman showed no signs of relief.
She had seen the terror of what had just chased them—it was nothing short of monstrous!
He, a man of great strength, stood powerless against such a creature. How could she not be afraid? How could she not worry?
Before the woman could continue, a fierce gust surged, carrying an eerie laugh in its wake.
"Hahaha... two rats running tirelessly for so long."
Having heard this, the man and woman both paled and turned back. A man in a white robe sneered, descending slowly from the horizon.
He was the embodiment of their impending doom!
"Run! Quickly!"
Without hesitation, they bolted despite their injuries. Amid their desperation, Dongdong embraced the haste to flee.
In his prime, he couldn’t match the strength of the one in white; now, injured, he stood no chance at all!
Dongdong’s thoughts surged—being pushed by this man was trivial, but one thing couldn’t happen: chaos.
Thus, while running, Douzhen declared, "Dong! When he engages me later, take that chance to escape! Run as far as you can! You’re not suited for battle. Just get far enough, and he’ll never catch you!"
"But..."
Hearing Douzhen’s plea, Dongdong hesitated.
Douzhen, noticing his concurrence, rushed forward while examining the surroundings.
It seemed the man in white, content with their predicament, didn’t pursue speedily—he followed leisurely with an arrogant expression.
In the balance between pursuit and escape, Douzhen suddenly spotted a mountaintop.
"Here! Dong Yi, remember—run as far as possible."
Upon speaking, Douzhen forcefully threw Dongdong, propelling him toward the valley while himself advancing toward the man in white. His body emitted an overwhelming aura.
"An iron ruler? A measly rat like you dares use one?"
The man in white sneered upon observing Douzhen and opened his hands—one striking forward while the other grabbed the bronze figure tumbling into the gorge.