The Most Powerful Bodyguard

The world once again returned to silence.

Yet Yang Yan could still feel the blood on the deck continuously fusing with his flesh.

Seeing that he couldn’t stop it, Yang Yan simply gave up.

However, what puzzled him was that this strange blood, despite causing some discomfort initially, merely fused with his body without any other anomalies.

He even had an illusion that it was because he had lost too much blood that this foreign blood took the opportunity to merge.

It felt much like a transfusion.

After the initial rejection, he soon adapted to it.

In the end, he couldn’t even feel the existence of this foreign entity, and his wounds unknowingly healed completely, along with his restored energy.

However, for a moment, he couldn’t control his body at all.

It was as if there was an insurmountable chasm between his soul and body.

This wasn’t an out-of-body experience; it felt like an invisible force was severing their connection.

Although this feeling made him very uncomfortable and even somewhat worried, he could clearly feel his body was in a state of ethereality.

It’s precisely this state that enabled his body to effortlessly absorb power from around him.

Not sure how long it passed, Yang Yan sensed this power quickly dissipating, and he regained control over his body.

He got up from the ground, still somewhat in shock as he looked around.

On the deck, blood was still flowing. If not for the traces of the battle earlier, he might have thought it was all just a dream.

Yang Yan confirmed there was no longer any danger and carefully skirted around the corpse tree before proceeding towards the cabin.

At this moment, he had already explored half of this ship.

The cabin was huge, and upon approaching it, he was confronted with a large altar.

Beside the altar stood four towering pillars, engraved with strange exotic beasts against a backdrop of ancient runes.

At first glance, they seemed like the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise - the Four Spirits.

However, their images appeared exceedingly ominous, more like the darkened versions of the Four Spirits.

They were merely carvings, yet looking at them felt like seeing primordial giant beasts, leaving one with a sense of oppression.

Soon enough, Yang Yan’s gaze settled on the dark altar at the center.

Upon closer inspection, he realized the overall shape of this altar was that of an exotic beast.

But rather than resembling a Qilin, it looked more like a Giant Hou that could devour the Azure Dragon!

The oppressive aura it exuded was many times stronger than that of the surrounding pillars, compelling Yang Yan to be on high alert and to avoid direct confrontation.

The dark altar emitted a metallic luster, showing no signs of decay over time as if it was recently constructed.

There were also many strange patterns on the altar.

Yang Yan took a deep breath and slowly approached.

Finally, he quickly realized what he thought were patterns were actually sword marks, claw marks, and bloodstains!

The most peculiar thing was that these bloodstains were identical to those on the deck outside, remaining fresh and unfrozen.

After searching around, Yang Yan didn’t find anything else of particular interest and stood before the towering stone steps leading to the altar’s top.

Squinting his eyes, he could clearly see from his vantage point a faint, elusive blood-red brilliance atop the black altar.

Yang Yan realized that the answer he sought might be here.

He climbed to the altar’s top as quickly as possible, only to find a sunken blood pool where lay an immortal beauty.

Strangely, at the places where her body contacted the blood, there was a layer of liquid, crystal clear like jade dew, that emitted dazzling radiance.

After careful examination, Yang Yan realized he didn’t recognize what this liquid was.

But there was no doubt that the immortal beauty was just a lifeless corpse, preserved by this blood pool, remaining unmarred for millennia in an eternally beautiful state.

After circling the corpse, Yang Yan’s eyes narrowed, his gaze landing on the neck of the immortal woman.

There, an inconspicuous jade pendant hung.

This immortal woman was lavishly dressed, every item on her was exquisitely crafted and extraordinary in quality.

Even Yang Yan, who had seen many treasures, was in awe.

However, without clarifying the identity of this woman, he had no intention of claiming any of her possessions.

Thus, the seemingly insignificant jade pendant instead caught his attention.

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully flipped over the pendant, revealing an ancient serpent script engraved with a single character -

Immortal!

A chill spread in his heart, leaving him with a creepy feeling.

This woman... was an immortal?!

Is there really such a thing as an immortal in this world?

Even though she appeared flawless like a fairy, Yang Yan was initially hesitant to believe she was indeed an immortal.

Yang Yan gave it a thought and gently placed the pendant down.

But right at that moment, a hand whiter than snow grabbed him.

He struggled, horrified to find he couldn’t move an inch.

The next moment, the woman in the pool opened her eyes.

Yang Yan was not one to believe in evil easily and directly used his wish power, hoping to break free.

Unfortunately, the woman’s slender hand gripped Yang Yan’s hand tightly like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile despite successfully using his wish power.

The immortal beauty slowly emerged from the pool, and apart from the jade pendant, all her other ornaments and clothes turned to ashes, leaving her immaculate body completely exposed.

Yet, Yang Yan’s mind was devoid of any impure thoughts.

This woman was terrifying.

Despite honing his body’s strength in the Land of Ten Thousand Tombs, even with the augmentation of wish power, Yang Yan couldn’t break free.

At that moment, he had but one thought: he must quickly flee from this terrifying woman.

Just then, a voice devoid of any emotion yet strangely pleasant sounded.

"Who dares trespass into the Immortal Realm?"

Yang Yan was momentarily stunned.

This was the Immortal Realm?

How could that be!

This place was dead and oppressive, utterly devoid of any relation to the Immortal Realm as far as he was concerned.

In his impression, the Immortal Realm should be serene and blissful, filled with Immortal Qi.

"I am the Immortal, so naturally, my domain is the Immortal Realm."

The woman seemed to discern Yang Yan’s thoughts and spoke in a heavy voice.

Yang Yan inwardly mocked.

Such arrogance.

Yet upon reconsidering, he found no reason to refute.

For the power this woman possessed was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.

Even the old man clad in golden light, and the power Zhao Heng exuded paled in comparison to this immortal beauty.

"Mortal, today you trespassed upon the Immortal Realm, and you shall meet your end."