Chapter 1319: Mural
Boom——
A startling Sword Intent erupting wildly, casting Yang Yan a hundred miles away, his blood churning and his spirit momentarily dazed.
This...
Yang Yan stared in amaze at the broken sword he presumed to be the weakest in power, an overwhelming shock filling his heart.
The Sword Momentum can cleave heaven and earth!
Luckily, when he touched it earlier, there was no animosity; otherwise, even with the Nascent Void Body Protection, he would have been severely injured.
In the next moment, the broken sword slightly trembled, boundless Sword Intent transforming into five starlit ancient script characters, hovering above Yang Yan’s head.
"Who dares to face my sword!"
A towering aura, instantly causing ten thousand swords to resonate.
The sword resonance grew louder, akin to countless True Dragons roaring endlessly, causing the entire hill to tremble violently.
Suddenly, all the treasures swords soared into the air, their blades pointing directly at Yang Yan.
Yang Yan cried out in distress, without hesitating, hurriedly summoned the Five Extremes Soldiers, arranging them into a Five Extremes Defense Array.
Faced with this terrifying formation, he could only choose to withstand the assault.
Thank goodness with the Five Elements Extreme Soldiers—the strongest in heaven and earth—in hand, he still retained some confidence.
Whoosh!
Ten thousand swords simultaneously launched towards Yang Yan.
Yang Yan snorted coldly, the surrounding Five Elements Extreme Soldiers instantly joining the fray.
Boom!
The collision of two forces erupted with a colossal explosion, the shockwave overwhelming and sweeping everything up.
The Five Extremes Soldiers, five terrifying weapons forged from the essence of heaven and earth, each possessing the Power of the Five Elements.
Few weapons in this world can confront them.
The ten thousand swords fell, yet the Five Extremes Soldiers remained unscathed.
But Yang Yan was still not comfortable.
Since arriving at this place, his True Qi had been continuously depleting.
Even with the augmentation of Wish Power, this loss of energy could not be fully halted.
Moreover, in this current state, he could no longer communicate with heaven and earth or leverage surrounding forces, relying solely on his own stamina.
Solely due to the considerable consumption of the Five Extremes Soldiers, the earlier strike had already drained nearly sixty to seventy percent of his power.
Now he sensed the pace at which his strength was diminishing had accelerated, which would inevitably become very dangerous.
The hill was now barren, looking desolate.
Yang Yan suspended in the air seemed to notice something, furrowed his brow slightly, took a deep breath, forcefully performing his Body Technique, flying towards the hill.
Upon landing, Yang Yan picked up a scroll hidden amidst the dry grass.
After unrolling it, the text was revealed:
"This is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, created to commemorate heroes who fought against foreign tribes. Unable to retrieve masters’ remains, swords serve as their heads. Not seeking eternal fame, only solace in conscience."
Below were unfamiliar names, all individuals interred in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
After reading, Yang Yan buried the scroll, respectfully bowing deeply at the burial site.
Just as he was about to leave, a sudden mutation occurred.
Darkness descended, with mist swirling towards him, threatening to engulf Yang Yan.
Yang Yan raised his eyebrows, summoning Celestial Thunder for protection, with the Five Extremes Soldiers guarding both sides.
Yet the black mist showed no fear of the soldiers’ deterrence nor did it regard his Celestial Thunder, swiftly enveloping him.
Yang Yan collected his thoughts, cautiously perceiving the changes around him.
Within the mist, he sensed faint fluctuations of Spatial Power, causing his heart to leap into his throat.
Secretly, he attempted to perform Instant Teleportation, only to soon realize it was wishful thinking.
Much like the outside, spatial skill usage was restricted here.
Inwardly, he grumbled in his heart.
Isn’t this cheating?
While feeling indignant, Yang Yan suddenly sensed the Spatial Power fluctuation abruptly stop, followed by the surrounding mist quickly fading.
Once he could discern his surroundings again, he discovered himself before a cave entrance.
Weeds thrived at the entrance, above which three strange characters were engraved.
Yang Yan stared for a long time but realized he didn’t recognize the serpentine, peculiar characters before him.
"Spirit Destruction Cave." Nascent Void’s voice resounded within Yang Yan’s mind, saturated with excitement.
Yang Yan mused internally, "Do you recognize those three characters?"
Nascent Void eagerly replied, "Certainly, it’s Ancient Snake Script, unique to the Sky-controlling Race."
Sky-controlling Race?
Yang Yan, too, felt a momentary shock.
In ancient texts, he had once come across relevant introductions.
The Sky-controlling Race innately possessed the power to manipulate space, having achieved ultimate understanding and usage in the realm of spatial arts.
"Inside lies the battered space mentioned by the old master, who had trained here briefly, leaving behind numerous mysteries. Moreover, the old master never fully explored it, many things inside warrant exploration."
Upon hearing this, Yang Yan felt a surge of delight.
Last time he benefited immensely from the guidance of Zhao Heng’s Residual Soul image, now it was his former training place. The treasures and knowledge it harbored were, of course, beyond imagination.
Without hesitation, Yang Yan hastened his steps to enter the cave.
With his front foot stepping into the cave, before even observing carefully, a rumbling resounded from behind, sealing the cave door tightly.
In an instant, the cave plunged into darkness.
Yang Yan raised his right hand, snapping with a crisp sound, a flicker of flame appearing at his fingertip, intending to methodically explore the surrounding situation for any surprises.
Upon surveying, he was suddenly wide-eyed.
The murals on the walls, left by an unknown hand, detail a hidden part of history from the Ancient Times.
The etched scenes depicted a serene and harmonious world, littered with magnificent palaces and abundant with Immortal Elixirs and spiritual birds, with Spiritual Qi-rich springs continuously flowing and nurturing the land.
But one day it was besieged by an unknown enemy, disrupting the peaceful existence of its inhabitants, who glowed like demigods in resisting the invading adversaries with a desperate struggle.
Radiating brilliance, the embattled ones opposed enemies enveloped in black fog, an indistinct and elusive foe.
Bodies fell continuously from the sky, blood flowed like rivers.
Just as the residents were about to repel the invaders, a cloud-covered massive hand appeared overhead, enshrouded in dark mist, with a mere sweep, erasing the resisting crowd to dust and ashes.
Even while only observing the mural, Yang Yan could feel the despair of those allegorical figures.
For a moment, he recalled the scene when first encountering the Celestial Demon King, resonating mutually with the atmosphere of despair depicted.
Suddenly, he momentarily lost sight, and upon recovering, his Spiritual Sense had been drawn into the mural!
After brief shock, Yang Yan’s mood settled down.
He focused his mind like an observer, watching the massive hand descend ceaselessly.
It was no longer the rigid fresco, but a genuine experience of blood and fire, immersing him in the scene.