The Most Powerful Bodyguard

After helping to heal some severely injured cultivators on the brink of death, Yang Yan secluded himself in a villa specially prepared for him by the Li Family.

Yang Yan wasn’t seeking a moment of peace; rather, after the fall of the Thousand Feather Sect, the Li and Mo families followed his request and gathered many ancient texts.

Among these texts, those from the Scripture Repository of the Thousand Feather Sect were the most numerous and complete.

Through these texts, Yang Yan finally gained a relatively comprehensive understanding of this world.

It was during these short three months that a temporary balance was formed in the Chaotic Star Sea, at least appearing calm on the surface.

One evening three months later, Yang Yan stood alone on a rock on Chaotic Star Island, quietly watching the waves crash against the rocks.

Suddenly, a fissure in space appeared behind him, and a figure flashed through—it was Li Sandao, the Supreme Elder of the Li Family.

Li Sandao looked at Yang Yan, sighed, and continued, "Mr. Yang, your talent is unparalleled. If you could break through to a higher level in a hundred years, you could still leave. Why must you go to a place whose truth is unknown?"

In these three months, after completely wiping out the Thousand Feather Sect, Yang Yan thoroughly studied ancient texts and learned a secret buried in history.

The cultivators of the Vast Sea were people exiled ten thousand years ago.

This place is like a cage that binds them within.

The mist surrounding the Vast Sea forms the boundaries of this cage, containing numerous terrifying deadly zones that are utterly impossible to transcend.

This mist isolates the Vast Sea in another space.

Even though still on the Wandering Dragon Star, only a Great Power like Zhao Heng could perceive this spatial existence.

Over the millennia, as the first batch of cultivators died one by one, it was as if they buried everything, allowing the cultivators of the Vast Sea to live in a web of lies they wove.

Much like the Vast Sea understood by Daoist Mu, it is enveloped by mist, making it impossible to exit without being a Great Power.

Outside, there exists a vast world, abundant with Spiritual Qi, and a more beautiful realm.

Yang Yan remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I am like a bird accustomed to soaring in vast skies; how can I adapt to a narrow cage? Moreover, living in a world woven with lies."

A trace of sorrow flickered in Li Sandao’s eyes, his hands trembling involuntarily.

But after a moment, his hands weakly fell.

At that time, when Li Sandao and other Divinity Transformation cultivators learned the truth, aside from a flicker of sorrow in their eyes, they seemed to feel nothing else.

However, a few days later, a desolate island disappeared within the Vast Sea, suspected to be the work of a cultivator who had at least reached the late stage of Divinity Transformation, evoking endless speculation among them.

Li Sandao said desolately, "Mr. Yang, I hope you can leave safely. If you do, could you uncover what our ancestors did long ago, why we were imprisoned here."

Yang Yan did not speak, merely nodding heavily.

In truth, Yang Yan also did not know if he could leave this place.

The Nascent Void had already awakened from its slumber during this time, but upon understanding Yang Yan’s situation, it fell into prolonged silence.

Much later, it finally spoke with an unusually grave tone: "This is a land of annihilation set by a supreme Great Power. The way out is hard to find, and the journey is fraught with endless dangers. To say it’s a nine-in-one survival odds is an understatement."

Yang Yan had stood at this place for several days, and no one knew what he was contemplating.

After Li Sandao left helplessly, Yang Yan continued to stand.

Until only a broken sunset remained above the sea, a sharp glint flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes.

In the next moment, the sea before him was forcibly split in two by invisible large hands.

Yang Yan suddenly exclaimed loudly: "I, Yang Yan, have never feared advancing on the path of cultivation until now I am halted in this cage. As cultivators, what is there to fear?!"

His voice echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time, while the waves roared, seemingly cheering for Yang Yan.

As the sound faded, Yang Yan vanished without a trace from the rock where he stood.

While researching ancient texts, Yang Yan learned that the mist would thin out periodically every hundred years.

He mused that, at that time, there might be a significant chance to escape.

However, from the mere words above, it seemed that in ten thousand years, only two or three people ever left.

Moreover, the Teleportation Arrays were destroyed deliberately, not because they intended to limit the people inside, but because once repaired, the space would tremble, inviting terrifying disasters, potentially leading to world-destroying calamities.

Of course, people like the Li Family did not know these secrets, but those with profound foundations, like some individuals from the Thousand Feather Sect, were well aware.

The reason they did not caution others was simply that no one believed they had the capability to repair them.

Yang Yan calculated that now there was still one year until the mist thinned, during which he planned to sharpen his blade using the forces of the Vast Sea.

At the same time, just in case, he prepared to destroy those Teleportation Arrays.

The passage of time swiftly rendered a year gone.

In a sky without a single cloud, suddenly two streaks of light flashed.

One of which was the silhouette of Yang Yan.

During this year, he continually honed himself using the cruel and wicked people in the region, waiting to head to the Land of Mist again.

The villain Yang Yan was pursuing at this time was the Withered Wood Demon Monarch.

This person, for the sake of extending his life, did not hesitate to use the Possession Technique, blood-sacrificing the cultivators and mortals of a hundred islands to sustain himself.

This guy was extremely fast at fleeing, even though he was at the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation, with the aid of the Magical Treasure on him, even a Divinity Transformation cultivator might not be able to catch him.

Yang Yan had been chasing him for two hours since sighting him but still couldn’t catch up.

Thus, with one chasing and one fleeing, they approached the location of the mist.

Yang Yan was yet unaware that due to the impending timing, the mist in the Land of Mist began to thin and become sparse, gradually revealing the scenes within.

The mist contained various islands, with ruins of buildings on them, and the sea dotted with millennia-old uncorrupted corpses...

Legend has it that within the mist are multitudinous mysteries, with few ever reaching its depths.

Furthermore, this place was also filled with numerous treasures, often stirring the hearts of those knowledgeable.

At this time, many cultivators of the Vast Sea, upon learning of the mist’s dissipation, advanced toward the Land of Mist.

As more cultivators headed there, tensions were on the brink of erupting.

Not even having reached the Land of Mist, the sea surface was already stained red with blood, as vicious sea beasts scented the blood, devouring the fallen cultivators’ bodies in the sea.

Moreover, competing for food and territory, sea beasts were slaughtering each other, making the sea water intensely red, with the air carrying a heavy scent of blood.