Chapter 140: The Art of Instantaneous Myriad Miles

"Since you're here... stay!" With a faint laugh, a red light suddenly appeared in the void, directly imprisoning Yang Tian's body.

"Not good!" Sensing his body bound by a mighty force, Yang Tian's face instantly turned cold. Only War Kings could launch such an attack.

In the distant void, a red beast appeared, a hundred zhang in size, with flames bursting from its body, scales flashing red light, eyes of crimson gold occasionally spitting sparks, and a long tail that twisted the surrounding space as it swung.

On the fiery beast stood an old man in his fifties or sixties, dressed in white, with gray-white hair, bright eyes, and a ruddy complexion. The aura he emitted was extremely formidable.

"Uncle Xiao, what should we do?" Watching the rapidly approaching figure, Yang Tian clenched his fists. This was a War King.

"Stall him first. Leave the rest to me. Whatever you do, don't provoke him." Yang Xiao said slowly, his face solemn. His soul body now had less than a tenth of its original cultivation, requiring a long period of rest to recover even a little.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, Yang Tian's hands interweaved in the void, drawing the surrounding heavenly and earthly essence. At the same time, his lips moved rapidly, and the terrifying soul force within him burst forth, gathering above his head.

As the fluctuations grew stronger, a pitch-black door began to solidify above Yang Tian's head.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the old man almost upon him, Yang Tian's face showed panic, and his body trembled, revealing his inner anxiety.

"What am I doing?" The old man stepped down from the beast and retorted. His gloomy gaze swept over Yang Tian as he said coldly, "I want to crush every bone in your body and feed them to the dogs! What do you think of that?"

"You can't kill me... Don't you want the technique?... I can hand it over... I can recite it..." Yang Tian pretended to be terrified, his lips quivering as he cried out.

"The technique!" At these words, a flash of heat passed through the old man's eyes, and even his heart trembled. A technique capable of absorbing heavenly tribulation was rare in the world, and since it had caught the attention of the three supreme elders of the Holy Land, Yang Tian's technique must be extraordinary.

"Yes, I can give it to you... the oral formula... Just swear you won't kill me..." Yang Tian seemed extremely frightened, his voice trembling.

Gu Qi and his group secretly scorned Yang Tian's cowardice but also pricked up their ears, urging him in their hearts to speak quickly before anything changed.

"Fine, as long as you give me the technique, I swear to spare your life. I keep my word and never break it." The old man nodded, his heart immediately eager, thinking Yang Tian was sensible.

Swish! Swish!

In the distance, many figures rushed toward them. When they saw the imprisoned body in the void, joy surged on their faces.

"That's Yang Tian, captured by the Ancient Holy Land. What do we do?" Some noticed the white-robed old man and frowned. With the Ancient Holy Land involved, they couldn't act rashly.

"Little brat, what will you do now?" Meng Yunxi's eyes flashed with anger, and her charming face turned cold as she crushed a jade slip. She knew exactly what Yang Tian had done in the palace—cursing an Emperor realm expert like a dog. She didn't believe the Ancient Holy Land would let him die easily.

"Speak the technique quickly, and I'll spare your life. If you dawdle, don't blame me for being ruthless." Sensing the approaching crowd, the old man's expression changed slightly, and he urged hastily.

"I... I'll say it... Come closer. I don't want them to hear." Glancing at the others, Yang Tian revealed a row of white teeth, smiling innocently like an inexperienced youth.

"This little beast!" Gu Qi's face turned completely black, his mouth twitching as he wished he could swallow Yang Tian whole.

"Good... good..." The old man didn't have time to think and nodded quickly. He moved closer to Yang Tian, not believing that a mere Martial Realm brat could harm him.

Looking at the old man so close, Yang Tian suddenly smiled and shouted, "The formula is... go to bed with Gu Lingyun! Since she can hook up with her own nephew, she'll surely become your lover..."

The shout echoed through the sky, nearly causing some of the approaching figures to fall from the air.

"You... bastard!" The old man was stunned, then furious. His eyes turned icy, his face twisted, and a harsh voice exploded.

"Little beast, you must die!"

"Scram!" Suddenly, a fist the size of a mountain appeared on Yang Tian's body, containing vast energy, and blasted out with a terrifying momentum.

The white-robed old man's pupils shrank, but the fist was almost upon him, leaving no chance to escape. Under his horrified gaze, the fist sent his body flying.

"Crack..." Bones inside the old man's body shattered. A terrifying wound on his chest oozed black energy, and his strength rapidly declined.

"What happened?" The sudden attack stunned those nearby. Looking at the old man writhing on the ground, their expressions changed. The fluctuation was no weaker than a War King's.

"Could he be a War King?" Some entertained the thought but quickly dismissed it. If Yang Tian were a War King, then the geniuses of their families would be nothing but dung.

"Haha... Yang Tian, come back with me!" Suddenly, the void around Yang Tian churned, and a massive hand formed of yin and yang energy crushed down from the void.

Gales raged, cracking the surrounding void. The colossal hand, fierce and overwhelming, appeared directly above Yang Tian.

"Old Demon Wang!" Meng Yunxi's face changed slightly, and her jade hand clenched. A War Emperor—what means did Yang Tian have to escape?

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, above Yang Xiao's head, a pitch-black door stood in the void, extremely eerie. Countless black runes covered it, and the energy within was vast. Sensing the attack...

"The Art of Instantaneous Myriad Miles!"

Suddenly, Yang Xiao shouted softly, his hands coming together, and the black door vanished from the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

The sudden door in this sky stood in the void, distorting the surrounding space. Countless runes shone, illuminating heaven and earth, spreading boundless pressure.

"Let's go." With a cold glance at Old Demon Wang, Yang Xiao grabbed Yang Tian's arm and threw him into the black door.

The door instantly closed, then leaped through the void, hurtling into the distance.

"Bastard, stay!" Old Demon Wang's face flushed with rage. In his fury, the dormant blood energy in his body burst forth, his whole body radiating myriad lights. The yin-yang hand in the void extended, madly chasing the black door.

"What the hell is that?" The injured old man stood up shakily. Caught off guard, he had been severely wounded by the fist force.

"A technique to teleport through the void? How is that possible?" Staring at the door that had vanished from this world, the white-robed old man's face darkened. Such techniques were rare.

"Miss, he's fine. That's the Art of Instantaneous Myriad Miles, long lost. I didn't expect Yang Tian to..." Beside Meng Yunxi, Old Zhou looked at the black door with surprise in his eyes.

"This little brat has many secrets. Let's go back." Watching the door disappear, Meng Yunxi pouted and walked back toward the auction house.

At the gate of Zhenyao City, several War Kings who had arrived exchanged glances, then crushed a jade slip. The direction Yang Tian had fled was the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Gu Qi, take people and search inside now. That little beast must have a soul body hidden nearby. Using that technique must have severely injured him. My injury can't wait long; soon, experts from the Holy Land will arrive."

"Rest assured, Elder Guba. I will capture him alive." Gu Qi nodded, a vicious look in his eyes. If he caught Yang Tian himself, he would gain immense merit, his punishment would be canceled, and his status in the Holy Land would rise.

After they left, many people surged into the Ten Thousand Mountains, seeking the extraordinary treasure.

In the endless mountain range, a black door kept leaping through the void, leaving Old Demon Wang far behind.

Rumble! The black light around the door grew weaker and weaker until, nearly fading, the door descended into a dense mountain forest.

Yang Tian crawled out, collapsing to the ground. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. The attack from Old Demon Wang during the void leap had injured him.

"Uncle Xiao... Uncle Xiao..." Remembering something, Yang Tian muttered tremblingly and appeared inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

At that moment, Yang Xiao's soul body emitted very weak energy. He looked decades older, his face full of exhaustion.

"Uncle Xiao, are you alright?" Yang Tian hurried over, looking at Yang Xiao's faint soul body, and asked.

"This old bones can't take much more. I need to rest for a while." Yang Xiao smiled. Forcibly using the Art of Instantaneous Myriad Miles had consumed much of his soul power.

"It's all my fault." Yang Tian was full of self-blame. Yang Xiao's soul body was already on the verge of vanishing, and using such a great technique had further depleted his origin energy.

"Heh, I was careless. It's not your fault. I didn't expect them to have a treasure for tracking traces." Sighing, Yang Xiao said slowly, "Find a place first. Once I recover a bit of cultivation, we'll plan the next step."

"I understand." Yang Tian nodded and vanished from the Ancestral Dragon Ring.