The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Who could have thought that this member of the Celestial Race also carries the bloodline of the Sky-controlling Race, possessing considerable mastery over the Path of Space.

Thus, he simply used these fragments to create some small mechanisms.

And the blood coffin before him is likely just one of them.

The blood coffin slowly moved, emitting a rumbling sound, gradually forming a small array.

At the same time, a blood-colored beam rose from the center of the array, and a key gradually solidified from its illusory state.

The entire key appeared in a regular round shape, with its pattern faintly forming the shape of a dragon’s head.

Yang Yan hesitated for a moment, infused power into his hand, then tentatively took it out.

Nothing unexpected happened, but he dared not relax even a bit, remaining fully focused on feeling the key.

Once he completely understood its structure, Yang Yan then activated his mind and infused spiritual power into it.

Buzz—

With a violent tremor, the blood-colored beam gradually faded, and a portal of light appeared behind the blood coffin.

A breeze suddenly blew past, and the originally chaotic and filthy air seemed to become clear in an instant.

Yang Yan saw the gate to the Secret Realm was open, yet the key had not disappeared.

Yang Yan guessed it might still have other uses, so he put the key away and strode toward the door to the Secret Realm.

The light flashed, Yang Yan entered the Secret Realm, and the light gateway slowly dimmed.

As the light gateway vanished, the Spirit Destruction Cave fell silent again, leaving only one less skeleton behind.

After entering the Secret Realm, Yang Yan saw that it was filled with yellow sand, the air was no longer filthy, yet incredibly dry.

In such a short moment, he felt his lips cracking and faintly painful.

When he tried flying to explore the area from above, he found a force preventing him from flying.

Yang Yan refused to believe in evil, forcibly using his internal wish power to barely rise a hundred feet.

Soon he discovered there seemed to be a building in the center of the desert.

Unfortunately, such forced flight consumed too much, and Yang Yan had to give up after only a moment.

He then began trying to summon the Nascent Void, hoping to ask what this place is, or have it help explore, but found no response at all.

Yang Yan stood thinking for a moment, then sighed helplessly and proceeded toward the building seen in the sky.

Yang Yan continued forward, but with each step, it was as if an invisible hand silently erased the footprints he left behind...

After an unknown time, the yellow sand where Yang Yan originally stood moved slightly.

Yang Yan walked through this boundless yellow sand for an unknown duration, yet was unable to reach the palace within the sands.

The further he walked, the more Yang Yan frowned.

Because along the way, he vaguely discovered that a barely noticeable spatial fluctuation seemed to always linger around.

But as soon as he wanted to actively capture it, it immediately disappeared without a trace.

Finally, after proceeding at least five kilometers, there was still nothing but endless yellow sand, Yang Yan finally couldn’t help but stop walking.

He instinctively wanted to turn around to look behind him, but in the next instant, he frowned.

The footprints were gone...

Although here the wind and sand are rampant, coupled with the very fine gravel making it reasonable that footprints cannot remain long, it was perplexing that even the footprints of the area he just walked through vanished without a trace.

Just then, the yellow sand beneath Yang Yan’s feet trembled slightly, as if something was trying to emerge.

Yang Yan’s eyes sharpened, his power immediately erupted from his body, fully alert and ready to strike at any moment.

Yang Yan unleashed his spiritual sense, simultaneously employing spiritual power to continuously touch the abnormal spot.

The sound of clashing metals rang in his ears, and Yang Yan’s legs suddenly exerted force, propelling him skyward, leaving the spot he was standing on.

As soon as he left the ground, a shadow suddenly appeared at the place Yang Yan had just stood.

Only at this moment, high in the air, could Yang Yan truly see what was attacking him.

His face changed dramatically, and he unconsciously accelerated his ascent, hoping to distance himself as much as possible from the creature.

The creature attacking Yang Yan gleamed with a metallic sheen under the sunlight, dark in coloration.

It was over three zhang in length, resembling a magnified scorpion.

Yang Yan had seen this creature in ancient texts before; it was the notorious Godslaying Scorpion.

Once dominating during Ancient Times, who knows how many masters it had slain.

It’s said the poison from its tail can easily kill Divinity Transformation cultivators; once stung, nearly incurable.

No wonder Yang Yan reacted so intensely; truly he had no confidence in facing such an ancient threat.

At this moment, Yang Yan disregarded the rampant consumption of wish power, trying as much as possible to hover longer in mid-air.

Because he knew very well, creatures like this prefer living in groups, often in enormous numbers like ants.

Sure enough, within moments of their confrontation, there was a fierce commotion from the yellow sand beneath the Godslaying Scorpion.

Almost instantly, vast masses of sand collapsed, and within at least a few hundred meters radius, densely packed with Godslaying Scorpions!

Seeing this, even the battle-hardened Yang Yan couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.

Almost could not endure.

Feeling the wild depletion of internal wish power, Yang Yan felt a sense of dizziness.

He swiftly scanned around, noticing a black protrusion in the not-so-distant location.

Focusing intently, it seemed danger-free, so he gritted his teeth and used his body technique, landing stably upon it.

Yang Yan had already been targeted, with his movement, the densely packed Godslaying Scorpions on the ground began to chase like a tide, surrounding him within layers in a matter of breaths.

Leading one was exceptionally large, leaping like a black whirlwind, it fiercely charged at him with its massive body.

Yang Yan knew dodging was useless, so he straightforwardly rotated the spiritual power within his body to guard around himself, bracing for the violent impact.

He knew very well, the collision was secondary, the main danger was the stinger at the Godslaying Scorpion’s tail.

If stung, he would be utterly done for.

Yet the opponent appeared quite nimble, while impacting Yang Yan, its tail stinger shadowed him, aiming at his head ferociously.

Fortunately, prepared in advance, Yang Yan raised his hands, avoiding vital spots while firmly grasping the scorpion’s tail.

Roar!

With a heart-wrenching roar, and his hands exerting force, Yang Yan actually ripped off its tail!