The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yang Yan’s steps were shaky, swaying as he fell back to the ground, grabbing a handful of recently collected pills and swallowing them, hurriedly recovering the turbulent Blood Qi within his body.

After expending two full hours, Yang Yan’s face was pale, but his injuries were mostly healed.

Yang Yan gazed deeply into the depths of the mist, then looked at the calm sea not far away, tidying up his somewhat disordered thoughts, cautiously releasing his Spiritual Sense, slowly advancing in the direction indicated by the map.

Yang Yan continued to proceed according to the map, and while walking he encountered remains of several cultivators.

The corpses were incomplete, clearly having undergone a fierce battle before dying, so he became even more vigilant.

After advancing for a while, Yang Yan paused in his tracks, staring at the ruined island ahead and fell into a momentary contemplation.

Not long ago, there was such an island, which had extremely formidable corpses.

Although he successfully killed them, he had to admit, the entire process was tremendously perilous, and he absolutely did not want to attempt such again.

Yang Yan approached cautiously, even attempting to conceal his aura as much as possible, even completely retracting his Spiritual Sense, relying solely on his eyes to observe.

Yet despite this, he still disturbed the corpses on the island.

Since he had been discovered, Yang Yan had no more scruples, bluntly releasing his Spiritual Sense to sense the power on them.

Unlike the previous powerful being, the quantity was large, thus Yang Yan dared not be negligent.

Among them were two giving off early Divinity Transformation fluctuations, while the others were all late Nascent Soul.

Yang Yan certainly did not want to entangle with them, thus immediately deployed his cultivation, using Space Technique, escaping before the opponents could act.

Unfortunately, it seems that the corpses behind used some method to tightly lock onto him; Yang Yan had already tried everything yet could not shake them off.

Yang Yan dashed forward for at least ten li, while the tail behind him bit tightly, drawing closer.

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, suddenly he reversed his course from above them.

Yang Yan knew clearly that if he continued to be chased by these Ancient Corpses, once encountering danger ahead, being pinned from front to back, the situation would be extremely severe.

Thus, it was better to stay in place and directly find a way to deal with these troublesome creatures.

Upon releasing Spiritual Sense and scanning around, Yang Yan’s eyes flickered, his body suddenly halted, stopping forcefully.

Turning around, his hands swiftly formed Finger Technique, cold light flashing from his eyes.

In an instant, Yang Yan was enveloped by Star Power.

As Yang Yan continually strengthened the power accumulated by Meteor Fall, soon the Star Power gathered around him like a galaxy.

Hoo—

Feeling that the gathered power was about right, Yang Yan suddenly waved his hand, vast swathes of Star Power vanished, Gravity Law simultaneously landed on the Ancient Corpses, causing their rapidly moving bodies to momentarily pause.

Yang Yan coldly shouted:

"Lin!"

Upon the word falling, the Star Power surged like a torrent, completely engulfing the Ancient Corpses.

In an instant, continuous rumbling exploded, the Ancient Corpses under the torrent of Star Power, those lower in cultivation, shattered into fragments of blood mist.

Finally, only two Ancient Corpses with Divinity Transformation fluctuations remained.

Yet their situation was not well either, their broken bodies revealing sinister white bones.

Yang Yan hadn’t even taken a breath of relief when suddenly his face changed.

Almost instinctively, his body moved at an inconceivable angle, Instant Teleportation at a thousand meters distance.

Simultaneously, he used Wish Power to activate Nascent Void, forming a protective shield around his body, tightly wrapping him.

Boom–

Just as he got away, a blood light surged afar, the entire small island seemingly groaned, sinking into the sea slightly.

It was the two Ancient Corpses exploding instantly.

Even with Nascent Void Body Protection, Yang Yan still felt the raging winds, like cutting with knives.

Moreover, his body, reinforced with Gravity Law, was rapidly retreating under the terrifying impact.

Crack!

Suddenly, under the enormous pressure, Yang Yan’s body burst open a wound, blood flowing profusely.

But all this seemed indifferent to Yang Yan.

With another Instant Teleportation, Yang Yan vanished from the original spot.

Because such great commotion would surely attract the attention of powerful beings, Yang Yan certainly did not want to get embroiled in trouble, so naturally chose to slip away promptly.

Days later, amidst the mist, Yang Yan had completely recovered from the injuries of that day, moving swiftly towards the next target marked on the map.

Along the way, he frequently slew the mystical creatures attacking him, while honing himself had quite the gain in materials.

Although Yang Yan might not recognize these things, he still has Nascent Void, the expert, never missing any good item within reach.

Suddenly, Yang Yan faintly heard intense fighting sounds from afar.

Yang Yan halted his steps, cautiously observing with Spiritual Sense for a while, then suddenly vanished from the spot, heading to where the sounds came from, hiding in a secluded place.

Not far from him, a group of cultivators were competing for some treasure.

Upon a glance, Yang Yan lost interest.

The treasure was of no use to him; accidentally encountering it might as well keep it, but now facing so many people, he lost any desire to strive for it.

He slowly retreated from the edge of the battlefield, using the Body Technique to leave without giving anyone the chance to notice.

Yang Yan moved on, continuing to explore the Land of Mist with the map as his guide.

After two more days, a particularly dense mist nearby emanated a strange fluctuation.

Yang Yan concealed his aura, quickly approaching.

Moreover, he was prepared for Instant Teleportation at any moment should danger arise, ready to flee.

Soon he saw a dilapidated ship appear before him.

It was a black Ancient Ship, towering and covered in blood, emanating a bloodthirsty aura.

Yet strangely, though the blood still dripped, there was no sign of life.

"Damn, why did we run into it. Yang Yan, leave quickly."

Nascent Void saw the ship, unable to hold back a curse, urging Yang Yan to flee.

It was the first time seeing Nascent Void react so drastically.

Yang Yan could sense that this was something Nascent Void wished not to encounter ever.

Yang Yan’s face sank, his expression serious.

Even Nascent Void, the Ancient Divine Artifact, feared it; surely it was no benign entity.

He quickly activated Power of Space, retreating at maximum speed to avoid this terrifying ship.

"What on earth is it?" Yang Yan wondered to himself as he escaped.

Nascent Void’s voice echoed, responding in a low tone: "I don’t know either. I only heard from my old master, not many have seen it through millennia."

"But once encountered, it meant one faces death regardless of strength, none can escape the fate."

"Did Senior Zhao Heng go onboard?!" Yang Yan immediately asked.