The Demon with Holy Radiance

Just like before, it should be very easy for Huan to find him.

Right now, he couldn’t leave Lower Hu and return to the shallower Gray Scale, so it was still hard to predict what would happen next.

He had originally come for the Xianyuan Forbidden Artifact, but instead, this whole series of events had occurred.

To change his current situation, the only thing Yang An could think of was to raise his Cultivation Level and grasp the power of the Rules as quickly as possible before Huan noticed him. Perhaps then he’d have a chance.

...

The violent black fog scoured everything, like a great river surging across the plains, covering the land for thousands of miles.

Within this surging, murky black fog, a crimson light swirled madly, forming a storm that swept up the surrounding mist.

The masked He had left and returned. Flames burned from within his body but were disconnected from his flesh, controlled only a few feet outside himself. This allowed the external black fog to be drawn into the flames, mixing into a black-and-red fire that couldn’t touch him in the slightest.

He was at the very spot where he had fought Huan earlier.

The tear in space left by Huan’s departure was still there; such things were slow to heal amidst the Calamity.

But this wasn’t what concerned He. Huan wouldn’t be back anytime soon—otherwise, reopening the tear in space would only throw the Daoist Sect into greater chaos. What he was focused on were the two World Bodies Huan had captured before.

One of them was already dead, having perished in the Calamity. This was the place where the aura of his intended prey had finally vanished.

But the other one was still alive!

’A World Body that can travel through the Calamity and even survive for so long...’

’If that World Body can walk out of the Calamity unscathed...’

A crimson light glinted in the eyes beneath his mask.

The next moment, the flames erupted, setting off a chain of fiery bursts that churned violently within the black fog before being quickly swallowed by it.

The black fog continued to surge and scour everything, but He was already long gone.

...

A rustling, pattering sound reached his ears. Inside a deep, secluded cave, Yang An slowly opened his eyes.

He had recovered most of his Mana.

He had to admit, after his consciousness stabilized and he became trapped in Lower Hu, the recovery speed of his Mana had become incredibly fast.

It was like taking a breath of car exhaust in the real world—very little oxygen—versus taking a deep breath in the mountains, which was completely refreshing.

The two different places offered completely different recovery speeds.

However, Yang An was now frowning in the direction of the cave’s exit. To safely recover his Mana, he had found this hidden cave, but during the process, he kept hearing strange noises from time to time.

The sounds were like the chaotic footsteps of many people occasionally passing by.

But this was supposed to be a wasteland. Yang An had scouted the area beforehand and hadn’t seen a single living creature.

Fortunately, with his Mana restored, he felt more confident. Yang An prepared to go outside and take a look, and also to find someone to ask about the information he needed.

The large boulder blocking the entrance was pushed aside, and Yang An slowly walked out from the deep, shadowy cave.

This place was originally just a wasteland, set amidst countless jagged rocks. But when he saw the scene outside the cave, Yang An couldn’t help but freeze.

A wind blew across a dark, grassy field. Where there was once just a pile of rocks, some buildings had appeared, and many figures could be seen moving in and out of them.

The moment Yang An walked out, countless gazes fell upon him.

This wasn’t at all the scene he had seen before entering the cave; it was a completely different place.

’What’s going on?’

For a moment, Yang An couldn’t process it. He had only been in the cave for a short while, yet the outside world had undergone a world-altering change.

’Did my consciousness frequency change?’

He immediately checked with the Bow Lady in his mind, but her response was disappointing: his consciousness frequency hadn’t changed, and the Bow Lady hadn’t done anything.

In other words, the scene outside the cave had indeed undergone a real transformation.

The next moment, those figures rushed out of the buildings, gathered together, and quickly surrounded Yang An.

As always, Yang An could only see a mass of humanoid shadows, unable to make out their true appearances.

"Who are you? Why have you emerged from our sect’s tomb Forbidden Land?"

The leading figure had a different aura from the rest and questioned Yang An.

’A tomb?’

Yang An glanced back at the cave. He had inspected it before entering and had gone all the way to the end. Where was this supposed tomb?

But now, he seemed to be able to smell a rotten stench wafting out from the cave.

Seeing Yang An didn’t answer, the leading figure shouted angrily,

"Seize him!"

The next moment, the countless figures vanished from their spots. In their place, a giant, shadowy monster suddenly burst from the ground.

It was a monster that looked like a giant insect, formed from the countless figures intertwining themselves together.

It had a hundred legs and many eyes.

The figures had become like fine hairs on its back, swaying constantly.

The monster let out a roar. A torso emerged from the top of its head—it was the leader from before.

His arms stretched out and plunged into the monster’s head. He was controlling the creature as it circled madly, trapping Yang An in an ever-tightening ring.

Red light shot out from its countless huge eyes as its massive head pressed down from above.