The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Among all the people present, the Three-legged Crow undoubtedly had the longest years, and indeed the richest experience.

Seeing this scene, it shook its head helplessly: "This guy is indeed a monstrous being, destined to be rejected by this world, driven by thunder to destroy! Alas! Talents are always envied by the heavens, it’s always the case! This damned heaven, can’t it just open its eyes?"

"Look quickly! Yang Yan is standing up." Suddenly, Lin An pointed excitedly at the center beneath the thundercloud.

At once, everyone revealed a look of astonishment.

Under the fierce thunderstorm, Yang Yan suddenly struggled to sit up, then wobbly stood up.

He looked coldly at the sky and shouted in a low, deep voice: "Nascent Void, return swiftly."

Upon hearing Yang Yan’s voice, Nascent Void, still fiercely battling the crimson Thunder Dragon in mid-air, clearly paused for a moment, then desperately turned back.

Yang Yan, at some unknown time, had already taken out a black pearl with faint golden patterns on it.

"Since there’s no retreat, I might as well fight!"

After saying this, Yang Yan raised his head and fiercely hurled the black pearl towards the thundercloud.

The crimson Thunder Dragon sensed danger, let out a high-pitched roar, twisted its body, and flew lightning-fast towards the pearl.

Yang Yan also let out an angry roar, using all his strength to barely urge the Nascent Soul, evoking a trace of the Power of Space.

The pearl suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, collided with the thundercloud.

BOOM!

It was comparable to a blow from the late stage of Divinity Transformation.

Only to see at the point of collision with the thundercloud, after a loud noise, a bright, dazzling light burst out.

Yang Yan only watched for a moment before his eyes felt a sharp pain, not daring to look further.

In an instant, the explosion expanded to a hundred-mile radius, and the Thunder Dragon was unable to struggle before it dissipated into the sky, leaving only a desperate wail echoing under the clouds for a long time.

Noticing the affected range had not ceased, Yang Yan steadied his mind and continued to urge Nascent Void with all his might.

However, he only had time to remind Lin An and the others, before being engulfed by the explosion himself.

Lin An and the others had actually already felt the terror of this blow, hurriedly retreating at the fastest speed, until they had retreated a thousand miles in one breath, finally avoiding the chaotic currents of power from the explosion, as they were harmed.

After waiting a full minute, when the aftereffects dissipated, the thunderclouds in the sky had vanished without a trace, astonishingly leaving behind pitch-black spatial cracks.

The Void currents flowing from them continued to cut the earth, leaving terrifying fissures.

Lin An and the others looked up towards where Yang Yan was, only to see the ground, struck by thunder, gleaming like glazed glass.

Some places had even turned into a field of magma, constantly emitting heat, like Purgatory.

The explosion center appeared as a massive pit about a hundred feet deep, with Nascent Void flickering with uncertain light.

Seeing the thundercloud dissipate, Lin An and the others hurriedly flew in the sky, rushing towards where Yang Yan was.

From a distance, Lin An shouted loudly toward Nascent Void: "Is Yang Yan still alive?"

Nascent Void’s weary voice came out: "He’s still alive, but has fallen into a Heart Demon Tribulation. I’m about to fall into slumber, and it’s up to you to protect him now."

Lin An and the others said nothing more, immediately sitting down in different positions, focusing all around to guard him.

At this time, Yang Yan was experiencing past events on Earth again under the influence of the Heart Demon Tribulation.

But this time, Yang Yan had transformed from a martial artist wanderer into a successful businessman surrounded by beauties.

Yang Yan was gradually indulging in it.

Thus, he spent his middle years in the dream, stepping into old age.

When he was about to leave the world, he sat on a recliner, watching his grandchildren playing in the courtyard, his daughter softly reading the day’s news beside him.

Yang Yan recalled his successful yet somewhat monotonous life, couldn’t help but sigh.

Suddenly, light shone brightly in his heart, and his originally somewhat dim eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

He looked zealously at his harmonious family in front of him, opened his mouth slowly.

"Thank you for giving me such a complete life, but since I’ve embarked on the path of cultivation, this life can’t be returned to. Let me go!"

Lin An and the others were still guarding Yang Yan, and suddenly saw him wake up, couldn’t help but exclaim in joy: "Has the Heart Demon Tribulation been passed?"

Before Yang Yan could respond, countless beams of white light descended from the sky, bathing him.

Yang Yan bathed in them, and his injuries were seen gradually healing, his Nascent Soul slowly solidifying.

Even below the seated Nascent Soul, a pure white auspicious cloud formed, making it appear more solemn.

At the same time, he could clearly feel his blood and bones constantly strengthening, not much longer had already reached the late stage of Nascent Soul!

Although Nascent Void also received part of the baptism, it was too severely damaged and probably needed some time to awaken.

Yang Yan took Nascent Void into his Dantian to nourish it with Spiritual Power, before expressing gratitude to everyone one by one.

Wuyi calmly analyzed: "Now, young friend, your Nascent Soul has been baptized by the Celestial Tribulation, saving you the step of nurturing your Nascent Soul."

"However, you must realize that the improvement in cultivation means your combat power cannot fully manifest."

"Therefore, you should return to the Ancient Abyss Sect first, let this old man create a training method for you, so you can fully unleash your combat power as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Yang Yan was deeply thankful, hurriedly bowing to Wuyi in gratitude.

Wuyi waved his hand and said with a smile: "A monstrous talent like you is a rarity in thousands of years, you might help me in the future, consider it laying a good cause for the future! Or, also consider it repaying the kindness you helped us with in the Demon Cave! They say the hardest debt in the world is the debt of gratitude, I don’t want too much cause and effect left behind."

Yang Yan didn’t say much, just remembered this favor in his heart, intending to repay it when he has a chance.

Afterward, everyone stopped talking and continued to protect Yang Yan.

After a full three hours, when Yang Yan had almost recovered, everyone set off back to the Ancient Abyss Sect together.

A month after returning to the sect, Yang Yan felt both pain and joy.

Under Wuyi’s guidance, he underwent hellish training every day, significantly enhancing his combat skills and combat power.

During the training, beyond receiving Wuyi’s personal guidance, Yang Yan also occasionally seized opportunities to inquire with the sect leaders about any news of the Nine-Night Soul Reviving Grass.

Unfortunately, though the sect leaders had heard of this miraculous herb, none knew where it grew.

As for their own possession, they had never had such a spirit root.

Time flies, and a month had already passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Yang Yan had fully adapted to the power of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Looking at Wuyi and others who had worked tirelessly for him, he couldn’t help but sigh.

"In this past month, I’ve asked everyone, searched through ancient records, but still haven’t found anything like a reviving object. My apologies to all of you." Yang Yan said apologetically to Wuyi and the others.