Chapter 1328: Back View
He acted as soon as he had the thought.
Yang Yan suddenly pressed his palms together, stirred his Spiritual Power, and let out a low shout:
"Transform into Thousands of Soldiers!"
In an instant, the five Extreme Soldiers kept shifting form, and when they settled again, thirty‑six silver needles were already standing in front of Yang Yan.
"Go!"
Yang Yan shouted, and the Nascent Void flew from his hand, once again colliding with the giant.
This time, without waiting for the giant to exert its strength, Yang Yan struck again, sending all thirty‑six silver needles stabbing toward the thirty‑six death acupoints on the giant’s body.
As the needles pierced in, the giant’s whole body convulsed as if struck by lightning, and its attack came to an abrupt halt.
Bang, bang, bang!
With the screws on its body popping out one after another, the giant’s figure tilted and crashed down like a small mountain, turning into a pile of parts.
Even stranger, the fragments that had originally shone with metallic luster were dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, until in the end they were mottled with rust.
Lightly wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yang Yan took a deep breath to steady his mind, and only then mustered the courage to open the Scroll.
He had finally succeeded!
Unrolling it, he saw that the Scroll was titled Military Technique, a Secret Technique that could command the myriad weapons under heaven.
Men have Arrays, and so do weapons.
This Secret Technique was to teach one how to cultivate Soldier Arrays.
Weapon Arrays were likewise infinitely profound, and their power differed vastly depending on the arrangement.
Just as Yang Yan was about to continue studying this Secret Technique, an old voice suddenly rang out.
"Hahaha! Not bad, not bad! Brat, since you’ve obtained this inheritance, it shows you and I are fated. Why not come meet me in person?"
The voice sounded from behind him, echoing through the vast hall. It made Yang Yan’s heart lurch.
Forcing down his fear, he slowly turned his head, only to see no one there.
He swallowed unconsciously and shouted, "Who’s putting on spooky airs here? Hurry up and show yourself!"
"No need to fear, boy. It’s just that it’s inconvenient for me at the moment. Do you dare come see me?" The voice came from the Void, yet shook his very mind.
Yang Yan secretly raised his guard, used his Heart Technique to steady his spirit, then gave a cold laugh and replied, "Why wouldn’t I dare? Where are you, sir? I’ll come pay a visit to you, who like to play ghost. Let’s see what kind of lofty figure you really are."
Crash—
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of water suddenly arose.
Yang Yan looked up to see a huge sailing ship driving straight toward him.
He hurriedly dodged aside, only to find the scenery all around had turned into rippling water.
And right now, he was actually within this water!
The desolate great hall, originally dim and murky, was now brilliantly lit, and the entire space had expanded countless times over, boundless at a glance.
It felt as if he had been thrown into the depths of a cerulean sea in an instant, and where he stood was the legendary Dragon Palace at the bottom of the ocean.
The sailboat slowly drew up before Yang Yan, and a rough voice came from within: "Boy, what are you doing? Get on board, quickly!"
Yang Yan, bold because of his skill, said nothing more. He kicked off with both feet and entered the ship.
But strangely, the interior of the ship was empty; there was only a pot of tea, still steaming hot.
Weird... where exactly was that voice coming from?
Yang Yan pondered silently, and after sweeping his gaze around, he raised his voice and said, "What is the meaning of this, sir? I’m already on board, so why not show yourself? Is this how you treat a guest?"
"No need to be impatient, no need to be impatient! Please first enjoy a cup of clear tea."
At this moment, that slightly aged voice sounded again from the horizon.
Yang Yan didn’t respond, simply walked over magnanimously and sat down cross‑legged.
"Please!"
The voice sounded once more, but this time it came from the Void right in front of him, very close, as if its owner were seated opposite him.
As the words fell, a small teacup appeared out of thin air before Yang Yan.
Seeing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes.
"Now that is a Great Divine Techniques."
After lightly sipping from the cup, Yang Yan smacked his lips softly, speaking with clear admiration.
He had always been adept with the Power of Space, and now that his Spiritual Power had strengthened, he could even more accurately grasp any change in his surroundings.
Just now, the space before him had produced a faint distortion, almost impossible to detect.
The other party’s control over space had clearly reached the level of consummate mastery, far above Yang Yan’s.
The voice sounded again, conversing with Yang Yan: "A minor Daoist Technique, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Yang Yan smiled faintly and didn’t reply further.
This was absolutely not some minor Daoist Technique; it related directly to the Space Origin, proving that this person had absolute control over this space.
One could even say that within this space, he was the true sovereign.
Moreover, at this moment Yang Yan had roughly guessed the other party’s identity, and that trace of vigilance in his heart instead dissipated without a trace.
He turned his face toward the outside of the ship and, through the window, carefully observed the scenery beyond.
At this time, the sailboat was traveling along a river in the heavens.
Azure waves rippled, stretching to infinity.
This great river didn’t raise any great waves, yet the ship’s speed remained extremely fast.
Yang Yan looked down, but saw no land at all—only stars hanging in the starry sky beneath the river’s waters.
This heavenly river actually existed above the starry sky!
Those stars were densely packed beneath the river, some near, some far, some large, some small.
The nearer ones appeared huge, as if he could reach out and touch them.
The farther ones were like the moon, yet one could still see the mountains and buildings upon those stars.
The magnificent and wondrous scene before his eyes made Yang Yan click his tongue in amazement.
Before Yang Yan could recover from the sight, the sailboat suddenly plummeted, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.
In the end, the ship crashed into something solid and came to an abrupt stop.
Yang Yan quickly stepped out to investigate his surroundings.
A massive stone shadow‑wall, more than ten zhang tall, entered his sight.
Suddenly, the stone wall burst forth with a powerful radiance, and vague images began to emerge upon it.
On the image, three people were locked in a melee.
As they fought, heaven and earth collapsed, Fallen Stars rained down.
The great Laws of the Dao circled around the three of them.
Even separated by the wall, Yang Yan could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from their bodies.
The image shifted abruptly. A man was carrying a corpse, walking between heaven and earth.
Yang Yan watched the man carrying a coffin pass mountains and rivers, break into forbidden grounds, battle heroes of all sides, as if searching for something...
At last, the image vanished, all of it condensing into a single figure that appeared before Yang Yan.
"So you are the fated one. Have you obtained my scriptures?"
The voice from the Void came out from within the stone wall.
As the voice spread, a back silhouette was slowly outlined upon the wall.
What an incomparably towering, stalwart back that was.
Just that single silhouette of a back was enough to inspire awe in one’s heart!
With his back to all living beings, there was boldness in it, yet also a trace of loneliness, making one’s heart ache without reason.