Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Ashes
He was a powerhouse at the late-stage Heavenly Horse level. How could he block an attack with just his finger?
"A fluke! It must be a fluke!"
Although the scrawny man was from the Demon World, his heart was filled with shock. Yet, he quickly composed himself, glaring at Yangtian Island. This guy actually had some unique ability. Hmph, this kind of thing can only happen once! And that so-called ’fluke’ just now has already enraged me!"
"So right here and now, you’ll meet your end!"
The scrawny man’s hands instantly swelled with the power of magic as he clapped ferociously toward Yang Chuan, shouting loudly, "The Soul Spell of Xianhun! Activate!"
Wooosh!
From the man’s palms, a wave of gray energy rippled outward, carrying an invasive, suffocating aura as it surged toward Yang Chuan.
At the same time, the scrawny man sneered triumphantly, "Little brat, have you ever seen the horse magic of the Commercial World? No matter, you’re about to experience the power of Li Xianhun’s spell. It doesn’t just erode souls—it melts them. Unfortunately for you, by the time you fully comprehend it, you’ll already be dead..."
There was no reply. Yang Chuan didn’t react or defend himself as the energy of the soul spell expanded, spreading ominously with an increasingly oppressive force.
So you want to die, huh?
The man glanced at Yang Bu, frowning deeply.
Although Yang Tian had only recently ascended, he seemed as insignificant as a small bird, or even a playful puppy!
Yet, ascension required enduring the trials of the summer season.
Countless challengers had perished during this phase; only a select few truly advanced.
What kind of fool was this?
And yet, as the man pondered, watching the energy of Xianhun’s spell crash toward Yang Chuan’s body, the following moment nearly made him bite his tongue!
When the energy wave reached Yang Chuan, he merely let out a cold snort.
Instantly, an overwhelming sonic force erupted from Yang Chuan’s mouth, spreading outward like a rolling tide.
The energy wave from the Soul Spell of Xianhun, praised so highly by the scrawny man, disintegrated completely upon reaching Yang Chuan’s vicinity, crashing powerlessly against Gui Mountain.
Yet Yang Tian’s footsteps did not falter. He continued walking toward the now-stunned man. "So, this is the extent of your skill?"
"I..."
The scrawny man stared blankly at the approaching Yang Chuan, his lips trembling uncontrollably as his expression transformed into one of abject chaos and disbelief.
What kind of monster was this?
He, a Heavenly Horse expert of the Commercial World, had unleashed his most powerful supernatural ability.
And yet, Yang Chuan had dismissed it so effortlessly, as if he had drunk a casual sip of tea?
Who exactly was the newly ascended rookie here? And who was the true master of the Commercial World?
But the true shock was yet to come.
Because at that moment, the scrawny man, terrified and shaken, tried to mutter an incantation invoking the Soul Spell of Xianhun.
Suddenly, an irresistible aura of absolute dominance burst from Yang Tian’s body, as if pressure from the peak of Taishan had directly descended onto the scrawny man.
Under the weight of such an imposing presence, he couldn’t muster even an ounce of resistance. His legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground, trembling, as he stammered incoherently, "Y-you... were you a Yuanma all along? This... this can’t be happening..."
"Impossible! As your former guide, your purpose has been served."
Yang Chuan calmly declared, clapping his hand down toward the man’s head.
Without even a sound, the man was reduced to ashes under Yang Tian’s palm.
Having executed him, Yang Chuan clasped his hands behind his back and gazed off into the distance.
"Survival of the fittest, huh? Fitting for this world!"
Whoosh!
Following the Qian Yudao, Yang Chuan left the barren sandy grounds of the cave and flew thousands of kilometers ahead. Yet, the scenery around him remained unchanged—this world appeared to be composed entirely of endless sand dunes.
Halt.
Suddenly, a glimmering blue light emerged from Yang Tian’s chest. The light shimmered and gradually formed the silhouette of a delicate blue-haired maiden—Xiao Yu!
Whoosh! Finally, I’m free!
As the drizzle materialized, Xiao Yu stretched lazily and turned toward Yang Tian, her face filled with mock irritation. "I saw you flying around so much just now—you looked absolutely exhausted. Do you even know where you’re heading? Or are you just wandering aimlessly?"
Knowing the way.
Yang Chuan smiled faintly but gave no direct answer.
Initially, while flying and observing his surroundings, Yang Chuan had begun unraveling fragmented pieces of Ying Mavon’s memories and was gradually piecing together crucial information for his journey.
The Commercial World’s universe was composed of countless Cultivation Districts.
Within these districts, there was a clear delineation between the Mystic Realm, the Demon World, Nirvana, and the Demon Ring—four powerful factions.
Among these four large factions, two were the strongest and locked in an enduring, fierce battle.
Nirvana, home to the Buddhist sect, had always been shrouded in mystery, though traces of their influence were evident throughout the world.
Meanwhile, the Demon World was the weakest of the four factions.
The Yao Clan, born with Innate talents, were unable to grow significantly stronger through cultivation and thus were frequently oppressed by the Immortal Horses of the Yao Clan.
The second reason for their struggle was their small numbers!
Regardless of relative strength, however, the four factions each corresponded with specific alignments: Investigators, Horses, Facilitators, and Seekers.
This hierarchy, though obscure, seemed to follow a certain balance. Water-aligned beings invariably ascended to the Immortal Realm; fire-affined beings were drawn toward Nirvana. This was the law—the same logic governed water demons like Yang Chuan, who naturally gravitated toward the Demon World as their destined domain!
Blackstone Star was the name of Yang Tian’s current location in this sector of the stars.
Blackstone Star was the smallest in the Ma Realm’s constellation. Though it boasted plentiful resources, the raw magical strength of its inhabitants was relatively weak. In Ying Mavon’s fragmented memories, Yang Chuan found only cursory notes about this planet and its details.
But Yang Chuan also understood who controlled Blackstone Star—Chi Lian Fairy, an exceptionally powerful Yuanma!
Within the Commercial World, even demons fell into classifications such as seasonal water demons.
The weakest were insignificant, while the strongest ranged from Heavenly Horses, Three-Way Yuanmas, Wuji Horses, and ultimately, those who surpassed all and approached immortality—Ma Qiangying!
Chi Lian Fairy was one of the Yuan Ying who stood at the pinnacle of mastery, alongside only a handful of others such as Li Shicheng.
Moreover, Feng Wenzhong, an infamous devout follower of Chi Lian Fairy, was reportedly ruthless beyond comprehension. Even whispers from the black sands carried tales of her unparalleled ferocity and the bloody wake left by her blade!
Though exaggerated, her reputation painted a vivid picture of her savage strength and cunning!
Currently, Yang Tian’s goal was none other than the Sacred Grounds enveloping Chi Lian Fairy’s Mystic Realm!
However, Yang Chuan did not seek Chi the Great Saint herself. His lure was the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy, which, near the Sacred Grounds, peaked at its most potent on all of Blackstone Star.
Yang Chuan planned to meditate and cultivate anew beneath this dense Qian Yu-infused aura.
In a power-hungry realm like the Demon World, traditional Magic Treasures were no longer enough to match Yang Tian’s burgeoning strength.
Even the earlier scrawny guide had secretly summoned Ma Zi to kill Yang Qian, worried Yang Qian might fail to eliminate him! Truly, the path of rookies was fraught with peril!
Yang Chuan silently lamented before tightening his grip on the Absolute Good Sword and the First Sword tucked away within his Universe Envelope.
These two peerless treasures carried too many legends. Yang Chuan wasn’t yet ready to gamble on deploying them prematurely, especially not while facing dangerous scenarios as precarious as those endured by Immortal Horses before him.
Yet time was not on his side; ascension to the next tier of strength could not wait!
With this thought in mind, Yang Chuan steeled himself, calming both his heart and sharpening his intent. He surged the magic power within him, propelling himself ahead like a speeding gale.
"Huh? Not even a word before you leave? So rude!"
Xiao Yu pouted, stomping her foot angrily before hurriedly chasing after him, her petite figure glowing with blue light.
Flying forward with relentless speed, Yang Chuan passed kilometers in the blink of an eye, the vast expanse of sandy land seemingly stretching to its limits.
Soon, however, the endless dunes began to give way to new terrain—a distant horizon where ancient black mountains rose starkly against the reddish sky, jagged and immense, and nature’s spiritual energy grew increasingly rich and abundant!
If the spiritual energy on the sand dunes was tenfold that of ordinary places, then here, it was surely a hundredfold!
At the very center of this majestic mountain range stood Han City, the nexus of spiritual energy and home to Chi Lian Fairy’s Mystic Realm!
Yet Yang Chuan did not gaze longingly at its interior; instead, his focus lingered on the surrounding peaks.
Because he knew entering Chi Lian Fairy’s Sacred Grounds required a special condition—branding one’s soul as a servant under her command.
Such submission would grant access to the celestial blessings within her dominion while simultaneously binding oneself to her power!