Chapter 128 Yang Xiao

"Eh... his soul body!" Seeing this, Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, then a surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart. The Ancestral Dragon Ring was the nemesis of soul bodies, capable of devouring them effortlessly.

"Old codger, come in quickly..."

The soul body entered Yang Tian's sea of consciousness. When it saw the soul space at the edge, it burst into laughter: "It's actually a soul space! I didn't expect my luck to turn, haha..."

The old soul was full of excitement, rubbing his hands uncontrollably as he wandered around the sea of consciousness.

"What is this?" At that moment, the old soul's gaze swept across the sea of consciousness and landed on a pitch-black ring, beside which was a jade pendant.

"This is... the Divine Dragon Soul-Calming Pendant... How is this possible?..." The old soul's eyes lingered on the dragon-shaped jade pendant for a while, then his face instantly froze, an indescribable ecstasy flooding his heart.

In that instant, the Ancestral Dragon Ring suddenly burst into black light, directly swallowing the soul body.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, the soul body snapped out of its daze, a hint of panic in its eyes as it scanned the surroundings. The treasures around held little appeal for him.

"Who is it? Come out!" After a moment of silence, the old soul barked, his gaze darting around. When he realized this was an independent space, his face turned grim.

Roar! Two small black dragons appeared before the soul body. Their expressions were somewhat solemn, as if worried they might not be able to subdue this ancient monster who had lived for countless ages.

"Nightmare Dragons... How is this possible... These are Nightmare Dragons. How can such vile creatures still exist?" The soul body stared at the two small black dragons, his body trembling involuntarily, fear surging in his eyes.

"Nightmare Dragons?" Sensing the old soul's panic, Yang Tian's eyes filled with confusion. He had never heard of such beasts, but the fact that they could terrify even an Emperor-level soul was unimaginable.

"Roar..." The two Nightmare Dragons shrieked in unison, black mist surging as they opened their mouths wide, spitting out two brilliant beams of black light that slashed toward the soul body.

"Get lost!" The soul body roared in anger, pushing his palm forward. A surge of palm force sent a giant palm shadow crashing toward the Nightmare Dragons.

Boom! The brilliant black light was ferocious, directly piercing through the palm shadow and hurtling toward the soul body. The soul body seemed to have anticipated this, striking out three consecutive palms to shatter the black light.

"Roar..." After the exchange, a hint of disdain flickered in the Nightmare Dragons' eyes. They opened their mouths and spat out two black chains, which descended upon the soul body.

"This old codger is all bark and no bite..." Seeing this, Yang Tian rubbed his hands together. The soul body had only struck a few palms, yet the energy fluctuations emanating from it had sharply diminished, and most of the black light around it had dissipated.

The old soul had clearly been trapped inside for a long time, with no replenishment of soul power and a significant loss of his origin, giving the Nightmare Dragons a great advantage.

"Young master, spare me! I am willing to be your slave, I beg you to let me off!" The soul body, driven back by the two chains and on the verge of collapse, hastily knelt and begged for mercy.

"Damn, an Emperor willing to become my slave? If word got out, it would scare Qing Yuan into a faint." Yang Tian clicked his tongue, unable to help exclaiming.

"Every word I speak is true. Young master, quickly stop the Nightmare Dragons. This old slave is willing to serve you for life." The soul body roared repeatedly. His soul body was inherently weak, and surviving this long was already a stroke of immense luck.

"Old man, it's not that I'm unwilling, but the Nightmare Dragons don't obey me. You'd better just die..." Watching the soul body's fearful and uneasy expression, Yang Tian burst into laughter.

Even if Yang Tian could control the Nightmare Dragons, he wouldn't spare the old soul. An ancient monster who had lived for so long, and an Emperor-level cultivator at that, might have some dirty tricks up his sleeve.

"You... you... damn you!" The soul body was thoroughly enraged. As an Emperor, humbling himself to beg a mere martial artist was already a loss of face, and now he received such a reply.

"Roar..." The Nightmare Dragons shrieked, sensing the time was right. They dove straight at the soul body, tearing at it repeatedly.

"Ah—" A miserable scream echoed as the soul power within the soul body was gradually devoured by the Nightmare Dragons. With each bite, the energy fluctuations around them grew stronger.

"Looks like the Nightmare Dragons are reaping quite a benefit..." Yang Tian licked his lips. Just as the soul body was about to dissipate, the entire cave suddenly began to tremble.

"What's going on?" Yang Tian's heart tightened, fearing further complications. He withdrew his mind back into his body.

"Could the barrier have been set by that old codger? Now that he's dead, the barrier is dissipating." Excitement surged in Yang Tian's eyes. The things inside had made the Ancestral Dragon Ring salivate, so there must be some extraordinary treasures.

The entire black curtain trembled, ripples spreading across its surface. The energy of the black barrier was gradually dissipating. Yang Tian shrank back slightly; this energy was extremely evil, and even a touch would be detrimental to the physical body.

On the other side of the barrier, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, his face resolute, opened his eyes. His ethereal body stood up, his gaze piercing through the barrier.

As the barrier dissipated, Yang Tian's astonished eyes fell upon the middle-aged man opposite him. He too was a soul body, but the energy fluctuations emanating from him were much weaker than those of the previous soul body.

"Who is this guy?" Yang Tian's gaze grew more puzzled. He always felt a close affinity with the soul body opposite, as if there was a blood connection.

The middle-aged man was also scrutinizing Yang Tian, his gaze filled with surprise. He couldn't understand how this extremely weak clansman had managed to deal with the outsider.

"Roar..." Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon Ring shot out, circling around Yang Tian with a hint of excitement.

"This... this... is the Ancestral Dragon Ring..." The moment he saw the Ancestral Dragon Ring, the middle-aged man's entire body trembled. He appeared directly before Yang Tian, staring at the black ring in disbelief.

"You... how do you know?" Yang Tian was startled. Apart from the core members of the Yang family, no one else knew about the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

The thick-browed middle-aged man's expression gradually softened. He fixed a solemn gaze on Yang Tian, full of reverence, and then knelt down in worship: "Yang family member: Yang Xiao, pays homage to the Clan Leader!"

"You... you... get up quickly..." Yang Tian stammered, hastily helping the middle-aged man up. His eyes were full of disbelief—this soul body was actually a member of the Yang family!

"Thank you, Clan Leader, for saving me." Yang Xiao stood up, showing great respect to Yang Tian, though a hint of doubt lingered in his eyes.

"Don't call me Clan Leader. Call me Yang Tian, just Yang Tian." Yang Tian quickly waved his hand, his mind in a whirl. The impact of this revelation was too great—finding a remnant soul of a Yang family member inside.

"This..." Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Tian with a strange expression. Doubt welled up in his heart—how could a martial artist of such a low level be the Clan Leader of the Yang family?

"I'll call you Uncle Xiao, and you call me Xiao Tian. By the way, how did you end up here? What is this place?" Scratching his head, Yang Tian didn't know where to begin.

Yang Xiao looked troubled. Disrespecting the Clan Leader would incur punishment. After Yang Tian persuaded him for a while, Yang Xiao reluctantly agreed.

"Xiao Tian, don't you know this place? This is the Demon Fall Land. How did you get here? How many people from the family came?" Yang Xiao paused, opening memories sealed for countless ages, and asked urgently.

"The family... the family..." At these words, Yang Tian slumped to the ground, a surge of overwhelming hatred in his eyes. He buried his head, unwilling to say more.

"What happened to the Yang family?" Seeing Yang Tian like this, Yang Xiao was greatly alarmed. A foreboding feeling rose in his heart, and he pressed on.

"The Yang family is gone..." Yang Tian wept bitterly. Meeting a close relative, and one trusted by the Ancestral Dragon Ring, he poured out the pain he had hidden in his heart. He had endured too much, and hatred drove him forward every day.

"The Yang family is gone... That's impossible... How could it be gone..." Yang Xiao lost all reason, his expression indescribable. He didn't know how many years he had spent in a daze, how much time had passed. How could the Yang family be gone?

"I've been sleeping here for hundreds of thousands of years. What exactly happened?" Yang Xiao was filled with sorrow. Back then, he had come here to seal a demon, was captured by the demon, and then imprisoned inside.

The two talked for a long time. Gradually, Yang Xiao learned what era this was—the demons had been destroyed, and the Yang family no longer existed.

Yang Tian was deeply moved. Yang Xiao was an ancient man who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years—it was almost unbelievable. If this got out, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

"Uncle Xiao, what was our family like in ancient times? Was it powerful?" Yang Tian suddenly asked, curious about the family's history.

"Xiao Tian, you don't need to know about these things for now. Since the Yang family is no more, someone must be behind it. I need to find out what happened back then!" Yang Xiao patted Yang Tian on the shoulder and smiled, but beneath the smile was a chilling glint.

"The family's past is clearly not simple." Seeing Yang Xiao's expression, Yang Tian didn't press further. It seemed there were things he wasn't meant to know, possibly involving ancient secrets.

"Hundreds of thousands of years have passed. I wonder if the other clans still exist?" Yang Xiao sighed, his thoughts drifting. His mood was complicated; the loss of the Yang family was a heavy blow.

"Rumble!..." Suddenly, the entire cave began to shake. Stone chips fell from the ceiling, and a deafening roar echoed through the cave. A tremendous wave of energy came from outside.

Seeing Yang Xiao's puzzled look, Yang Tian explained: "Uncle Xiao, someone is attacking this place from outside. I took the chance to slip in."

"They're attacking this place?" Yang Xiao was startled and quickly said: "Do they want to die? Are they trying to release the demons?"

"This is the Demon Fall Land, where many great demons are sealed. I didn't expect their vitality to be so strong that they haven't died yet." Yang Xiao explained.