The Demon with Holy Radiance

He claimed that as long as I was near him, I couldn’t use that ability to leave.

But in reality, even after getting away from Huan, I still couldn’t use it.

Huan had simply lied to him. That way, even if Yang An took him at his word and found a chance to flee, he would fall right into Huan’s trap and be captured again.

If he hadn’t been caught in this cataclysm, and if Huan hadn’t fled after He’s ambush, he might never have discovered the truth.

The link between pain and his consciousness had been severed. This meant that no matter how much pain the Bow Lady inflicted, he wouldn’t feel a thing, so the frequency of his consciousness wouldn’t change.

The frequency of his consciousness was now imprisoned in this deeper world.

"It might not be permanent, but you won’t be able to leave here for a while,"

the Bow Lady added, offering a small bit of good news.

Yang An had no choice. For now, he had to leave this area. He couldn’t stay in the cataclysm indefinitely. Otherwise, his Mana would eventually run out, and then he would be in real danger.

Although he couldn’t use his Light and Shadow Escape Technique within the cataclysm, physical flight was still possible.

Just as Yang An prepared to leave as quickly as possible, the light radiating from his body illuminated his surroundings, revealing the little girl who had previously lost consciousness.

The little girl was awake, but she was in a ghastly state.

Half her face had originally been covered in dense black spots. Now, under the corrosion of the corrupting black mist, her flesh had turned black and was rapidly rotting away, exposing her bones.

She was screaming, but soon she could no longer make a sound. It was then that she saw Yang An, who was glowing with light.

As if she had found a lifeline, she painstakingly dragged her ravaged body toward Yang An, trying to get closer.

As she entered the light’s radius, her already decaying body was overwhelmed. First, the black substances were driven out by the light, stripped from her body.

But this was Magic Light, after all, and her flesh and blood also began to rapidly dissolve in its glow.

Yang An felt a pang of compassion. If the little girl was a World Body, it meant they might be from the same world.

But right now, he had no way to save her. To fend off the black mist, he had to maintain his glow at all times, or he too would be consumed by the ever-worsening cataclysm.

And so, Yang An could do nothing but watch as the corruption was driven from the little girl’s body and her flesh dissolved.

But for some reason, just as her body was about to completely dissolve, a smile of relief spread across her face.

Her end came not in the darkness of the mist, but within the brilliance of the light.

This moved Yang An deeply. The girl’s final smile seemed to burn itself into his memory.

He hesitated no longer. Sticking close to the ground, he flew swiftly in a single direction.

He didn’t know how far the cataclysm stretched. ’If this corrupting black mist is meant to contaminate the entire world,’ he thought, ’it surely won’t be confined to a small area.’

All Yang An could do was resolutely fly in one direction, hoping to either survive until the cataclysm ended or escape its range before his Mana was completely depleted.

He flew like this for an unknown number of hours.

At first, Yang An kept track of the time, calculating how long his Mana could hold out.

But as time went on, his patience wore thin. He still hadn’t escaped the cataclysm’s reach; it seemed to have enveloped the entire world.

Though the Magic Light protected him the entire way, keeping the corrupting black mist at bay and leaving him unharmed.

But in this environment, especially with the thought that he couldn’t leave Lower Hu and had no idea when he would escape the cataclysm, his mood grew increasingly grim.

Along the way, he passed many cities and wildernesses. Few, if any, Cultivators could have survived this cataclysm, let alone ordinary people.

However, he also encountered Demon Fiends and other monsters that had been thoroughly corrupted but had survived. They could move about freely within the cataclysm.

When these cataclysm-dwelling Demon Fiends spotted Yang An from a distance, they attacked without hesitation, but they couldn’t even get close before being dissolved by his light.

After a very long time—perhaps days—Yang An finally emerged from the cataclysm’s range and saw the light of day again.

The world before him looked as if it had been split in two. One half was perpetually dim, with no distinction between day and night. The other was shrouded in a storm of black mist, endlessly battered by its corrupting torrents.

Yang An stood on the border between them, feeling the rapid flow of the corrupting black mist as he let out a long sigh.

After the prolonged drain of maintaining all his Light Magic, he had precious little Mana left.

And that was only because he possessed the Mora Buddha’s Acupoint, which gave him several times the Mana of an ordinary Cultivator. It was the only reason he had finally made it out of that hellscape.

Still refusing to give up, he had the Bow Lady try again to see if he could leave Lower Hu. The result was the same as before.

The clearer and more stable the world appeared to his eyes, the harder it was for him to leave it.

’First, I need to find a place to recover my Mana. The top priority is to find the Xianyuan Forbidden Artifact and integrate the Power of Rules!’

’Huan may have abandoned me in the cataclysm and fled, but if he finds out I’m still alive, he’ll definitely try to capture me again and drag me back to the Earth Immortal Dao Sect. I’ve been marked.’