Chapter 130: The Killing Game Begins

"These damned things really aren't dead; they must have used some means to preserve their vitality." Seeing that golden jade coffin, Yang Xiao's face darkened. Many members of the Yang clan had died at their hands.

"Uncle Xiao, will these things come out?" Yang Tian clicked his tongue. If these demons emerged, they would wreak havoc across the entire Eastern Continent.

"They won't come out for now. The entire Fallen Demon Land is covered by a great formation. If they try to emerge, they'll be attacked by the formation." Yang Xiao said with some confidence. Inside, countless small killing formations were interlinked; a single move would trigger the whole system!

Of course, these killing formations were only aimed at demons.

After walking for half an hour, Yang Tian encountered over a dozen coffins. The beings sealed inside were extremely powerful, far beyond those outside. This was still the periphery of the Dragon Nest; he dared not imagine what lay deeper inside.

"Boom..." As he continued walking, the thunderous sound seemed to echo right in his ears, making his eardrums ache, and the surrounding caves trembled.

"This commotion is really something. It seems the old monsters from their clan have come out." Yang Tian strolled through the caves and, guided by Yang Xiao, entered a great formation.

"Uncle Xiao, can you see what's outside?" After staying in the formation for a while, Yang Tian asked.

"Yes, there's an old monster who has touched the Imperial realm attacking the killing formation." Yang Xiao nodded. In front of Yang Tian, a light curtain instantly appeared, revealing the entire palace outside.

"So an old monster has come. It seems the Ancient Sacred Ground is determined to kill me!" After observing for a while, Yang Tian's gaze fixed on a black-robed old man, and he couldn't help but sneer.

Outside the palace, a golden ancient mirror floated above the black-robed old man's head, divine patterns swirling in the void. The golden mirror shimmered with dazzling visions as it continuously attacked the great formation ahead.

Inside the cave, pitch-black fingers pointed out repeatedly, but the old man's strength was terrifying, especially the ancient mirror above his head, which shot out brilliant golden beams, clashing with the killing formation within.

The people nearby murmured. The black-robed old man before them was a half-step Imperial realm expert. With no true Emperor in sight, these were the top-tier beings.

"How dare you! You dare trespass into this god's cave and disturb my decades-long slumber!" Suddenly, a faint voice exploded within the palace.

"Who's there!" Everyone was shocked. The voice came from the cave inside, and its owner's cultivation was unimaginable.

"This god!" Many realized and nearly fainted. Anyone who dared to call themselves a god must have reached the Great Divine Ability realm.

"Damn, that voice sounds familiar." Qing Yuan and the others exchanged glances. The voice was very familiar, but they couldn't place where they'd heard it.

"It does sound familiar." Xing Hao nodded in agreement, but he too couldn't recall where he'd heard it.

"May I ask who you are, friend? I am Gu Xi, Supreme Elder of the Ancient Sacred Ground!" The black-robed old man was very calm. At his level, few things could frighten him.

"Who am I? How dare you! I am the founder of the Great Nirvana Sect. Have you all forgotten me after hundreds of thousands of years?" The voice from the cave sneered.

"The Great Nirvana Sect!" Many nearly fainted. The Great Nirvana Sect was the top power on the Eastern Continent in ancient times, with terrifying influence. And this was its founder!

"Eh? How dare you! You even picked a few small herbs at the entrance of my cave. Do you want to die?" The arrogant voice from the cave came again.

"Small herbs?" Many were dumbfounded. A spiritual herb nearing the eighth rank was called a 'small herb'—truly worthy of a Great Divine Ability cultivator...

"Damn, the more I hear it, the more familiar it sounds?" Qing Yuan scratched his head, deep in thought. The voice was too familiar.

The elder from the Ancient Sacred Ground felt a surge of fury. Being called 'how dare you' several times in a row was hard to bear. But since he hadn't figured out who was inside, he didn't dare offend rashly.

"Friend, if the spiritual herbs are yours, I can return them. Could you come out and meet?" The black-robed old man stroked his silver beard and said calmly.

"You dare call yourself 'this Emperor' in front of me? How dare you!" Suddenly, the entire cave shook, mountains collapsed, and countless terrifying energy waves surged from all directions, their momentum astonishing!

When a Great Divine Ability cultivator gets angry, even heaven and earth change color. The energy waves had already shaken several people to death!

"There really is a Great Divine Ability cultivator inside!" Everyone was shocked, an indescribable fear rising in their hearts. A Great Divine Ability cultivator going berserk had triggered all the killing formations in the palace.

The black-robed old man's expression shifted repeatedly, his face ugly. Even if the person inside wasn't a Great Divine Ability cultivator, he could still activate the killing formations.

"Sir, if you want the spiritual herbs, feel free to take them." The black-robed old man had experienced many great scenes, but this was too mysterious. He cupped his hands and said with a faint smile.

"How could you people be worthy of seeing my true form... Oh... I just calculated on my fingers, and your Ancient Sacred Ground's old saintess actually got together with my big nephew. What a disgrace to your sect! In my hundreds of thousands of years, I've never seen such a shameless woman. She should be executed!"

Boom! The cave shook again, and tremendous energy waves swept around. The entire palace erupted with astonishing visions. Over a dozen giant dragons materialized, crossing the void, ready to attack.

Everyone nearly fainted. The person inside was too fierce, directly hitting the Ancient Sacred Ground's sore spot. The black-robed old man's face turned extremely ugly. The person inside was clearly mocking him.

"No wonder it sounded so familiar. It's Yang Tian inside." Qing Yuan and the others exchanged glances, the corners of their mouths twitching.

"Little bastard, get out here!" Gu Lingyun was furious. Her elegant face twisted in anger. The image of her undergarments flashed in her mind again, and she felt like she was burning.

"You're Yang Tian! Stop playing tricks in there!" A white-robed, one-armed old man beside her roared. A Great Power cultivator losing an arm was a great humiliation.

"So the person inside is Yang Tian!" Many were shocked. He could control the formations inside and had even cursed an Imperial Lord, daring beyond measure.

"Young friend Yang Tian has been accepted as my personal disciple. Are you trying to harm my beloved disciple? Wishful thinking!" The voice from the cave continued to taunt.

Boom! Suddenly, tens of thousands of rays of light burst forth in the air. A thousand-zhang dragon solidified, its overwhelming might soaring as it dove from the sky.

"Old woman, die! I, this god, represent the moon to save you!" The thousand-zhang dragon roared, charging straight at Gu Lingyun.

"You're asking for death!" The black-robed old man sneered. The ancient mirror above his head shot out a scorching golden beam, piercing the dragon in the air.

Inside the cave, Yang Tian clicked his tongue at the sight. This old man was too strong. Yang Xiao's cultivation had greatly diminished, so he couldn't fully activate the great killing formation.

"What happened after Yang Tian went in? How did he come to control the killing formations?" Qing Yuan clicked his tongue and discussed with Xing Hao.

At that moment, Yang Tian's gaze was fixed on the ground in front of the cave. The ground, covered in five-colored light, was definitely a treasure land. If transplanted into the Ancestral Dragon Ring, it could nurture spiritual herbs.

"Xiao Tian, this land has become a treasure land after hundreds of thousands of years. See the patterns on the ground? These spiritual herbs have actually reproduced for several generations. The essence of the withered herbs has seeped into the ground. This is a peerless treasure land nurtured over hundreds of millennia."

"Really?" Yang Tian's eyes lit up.

"Of course. If you plant the herbs from your medicine garden here, their growth rate will increase dozens of times." Yang Xiao nodded.

"But why didn't the people earlier harvest it?" Yang Tian nodded vigorously, then looked puzzled. Surely someone must have noticed this treasure land?

"A treasure land formed over hundreds of thousands of years can't be harvested so easily. When harvesting, not a speck of soil can be damaged, or the essence will be lost."

"Uncle Xiao, hurry up and move it over..." Yang Tian urged eagerly.

"No rush. I'll first refine something." Yang Xiao nodded. He looked around in the Ancestral Dragon Ring and found a fine piece of jade, carving it into a jade sword.

Boom! Suddenly, the entire cave shook. The killing formations activated wildly. Dozens of dragons swooped down, roaring, crushing the sky as they attacked the group from the Ancient Sacred Ground.

The whole palace was in chaos. The great killing formation was fully operational, and several low-cultivation people were shaken to death on the spot.

Amid the chaos, a jade sword appeared beneath the five-colored medicine field. The sword was extremely sharp, cutting through the land that had given the black-robed old man such trouble.

The five-colored treasure land was about thirty zhang in size. When Yang Xiao cut it, many people noticed.

"Leave it behind!" The black-robed old man's expression changed slightly. He charged forward, and the ancient mirror above his head shot out a scorching golden beam.

"Old man, go home and sleep." Yang Tian sneered. A glazed dragon struck down at Gu Lingyun's head, its momentum terrifying. The fierce energy waves nearly forced Gu Lingyun to her knees.

"Damn it!" The black-robed old man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and retreated. Every War Emperor was built with massive resources; losing one would be a painful blow.

"Old man, you're so protective of her. Is there something going on between you two?" Yang Tian laughed. Another dragon swooped down from the void.

"Bastard!" The black-robed old man's face flushed with anger. He roared, and the golden mirror clanged in the void, unleashing a terrifying wave that struck toward the cave entrance.

"This is great, really damn great!" Xing Hao and the others were thrilled. An Imperial Lord was being toyed with to death. Gu Lingyun probably wished she were dead.

"Old geezer, your attacks are too weak." Yang Tian blocked the strike and laughed loudly.

"Yang Tian, if you have the guts, stay in there forever. Once you come out, I will use all my clan's power to kill you. If I don't grind your bones to dust, I won't rest!" The black-robed old man roared, unable to do anything to Yang Tian inside, nearly losing his mind.

"Old turtle, catch me first before you spout nonsense. Don't pollute the environment here." Yang Tian curled his lip and sneered.

The black-robed old man was so angry he could spit blood. Having been given several nicknames in a row, he was about to explode, his heart burning with rage that he couldn't release.

"Xiao Tian, I have a way to screw them over. Want to try?" Yang Xiao laughed heartily. A mere martial artist daring to curse an Imperial Lord—that took some nerve.