Chapter 213: The Great Transformation!

Yang Ba sat cross-legged before Yang Tian, his gaze appraising him, a faint smile occasionally tugging at the corners of his mouth.

What he hadn't expected was that not only was Yang Tian alive, but his cultivation was now so high. Over the years, he had never given up searching, simply refusing to believe that Yang Tian had died like that.

Now, having made such a name for himself in the Eastern Continent, including the soul body a few days ago, Yang Ba vaguely sensed it was connected to his family, and he also detected a familiar aura from Yang Xiao.

Threads of golden mist fell into his body, shrouding it in haziness as his flesh began to recover. Especially as a trace of golden blood seeped into his skin, the strength of his physique increased at a ferocious pace.

A powerful life force burst forth, and Yang Tian's complexion gradually turned ruddy. The medicinal power of the seventh-grade pill was immense, and this Marrow-Cleansing Bone-Transforming Pill was particularly beneficial to the body.

Those threads of golden blood radiated a golden glow, refined at an extremely slow pace, merging into every inch of his flesh and skin. The membrane of his skin showed signs of shedding.

This was a great transformation, replacing his outer skin, shocking those nearby. It was a terrifying metamorphosis they had never experienced.

Soon, Yang Tian's body was wrapped in a layer of cocoon—a golden cocoon emitting hazy mist, surrounded by auspicious vapors. One could clearly sense the person inside growing stronger at a terrifying speed.

"I reckon this transformation will take a long time," Yang Ba said, staring at the golden mist enveloping Yang Tian, shock surging in his eyes. After breaking out of the cocoon like a butterfly, Yang Tian's strength would skyrocket several levels.

The ten people nearby all sat cross-legged at a distance. The ancient energy here was extremely rich, making it a blessed cave. If they went into seclusion here for a while, their strength would undergo a qualitative change.

Yun'er blinked her beautiful eyes. Sensing that Yang Tian was safe, the tension that had been coiled in her heart slowly eased. She clenched her jade hand, but instead of cultivating, she walked over to the formation nearby.

Her beautiful eyes gazed at the stone on the ground—an extremely ordinary stone, but the patterns extending across it gave her an eerie feeling, as if it contained mysterious energy. The patterns had spots, each emitting a strange luster.

"Why are there so many killing formations here? And many of them are from the Array Sect. Could they have been set up by sect disciples?" Yun'er walked around, feeling a sense of affinity with the formations. She muttered to herself.

This affinity came from the energy within her. As Yun'er walked deeper, she recognized many of the killing formations but couldn't comprehend them. These formations were too powerful, far beyond what she could traverse.

Yun'er stopped beside a colossal boulder, her beautiful eyes studying the patterns on it. Her mind quickly sank into the patterns, and she stood still like a statue.

Yang Ba noticed this and looked at her frozen state, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He sensed that Yun'er's body had become ethereal, as if she no longer existed.

"How is this possible?! This is the unity of heaven and man!" Yang Ba was dumbfounded. He sensed the energy within Yun'er awakening, and her strength was climbing at a terrifying rate.

"Without any hindrance, she just broke through?" Yang Ba licked his dry lips, finding the scene before him hard to believe.

"Good heavens, this is the benefit of inheritance. It seems the formation has gained sentience, probably related to her inheritance," Yang Ba said slowly after a moment of silence. It must be that the energy within her had triggered the sealed energy in her body.

After observing for a while, Yang Ba clicked his tongue and scanned his surroundings. There was a mysterious energy here, very powerful, and the entire area was covered by a massive formation.

"All linked killing formations, plus three peak celestial artifacts. No wonder they couldn't break in," Yang Ba remarked in wonder as he looked around. This place was too eerie, and this was only the outer perimeter.

Especially the two coffins at the entrance. The monsters inside weren't dead, emitting a terrifying aura, their deadly killing intent chilling to the bone.

"Aoow..." Little White scampered around, its little tail wagging, its big eyes fixed on the depths with a hopeful gleam. There were still top-grade bloodstones buried inside.

"Little White, come here quickly." Seeing Little White's behavior, Yang Ba waved his hand. He had grown fond of this little creature along the way, and since Yang Ba's body carried a similar aura to Yang Tian's, Little White didn't resist him much.

"Wuwu..." With a yelp, Little White leaped onto Yang Ba's shoulder, bouncing around happily.

"Aoow..." After a while, Little White tugged at Yang Ba's sleeve, urging him to go deeper. It thought this person could break through the rocks inside and retrieve the top-grade bloodstones—a veritable treasure trove.

Scratching his head, Yang Ba's eyes flickered around for a moment before he finally gave in to the little creature's temptation and headed deeper with Little White.

Yang Tian remained unconscious in a deep sleep. His subconscious urged him to wake, but he was powerless. He lived in a black-and-white world, like a prisoner trapped within.

This state persisted for a long time, with various emotions flashing through the depths of Yang Tian's heart.

Yang Tian remained immersed in this inner struggle, absorbed in the transformation. His entire body underwent earth-shaking changes, yet he had only absorbed a fraction of the Marrow-Cleansing Bone-Transforming Pill's medicinal power.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The ancestor of the Ancient Li family had turned the Ten Thousand Mountains upside down but still found no trace of Yang Tian and his group.

An emperor-level powerhouse's arrival in the Ten Thousand Mountains drew the attention of many great demons, even prompting an ancient demon emperor to emerge and warn the Li family's emperor to leave.

The Li family's sole emperor, having lived for ten thousand years and recently damaged his origin, had little time left and was forced to retreat.

Before leaving, he sighed deeply. For the sake of an unknown technique, his descendants had killed the descendants of his old friend and even sought to seize the technique.

Such ancient monsters, who had lived for countless ages, were rarely tempted by anything, but he didn't want to bring a great enemy upon his family. Besides, he was interested in the small sword that devoured bloodlines.

After ten thousand years, a great era was drawing to a close, and many ancient monsters were about to pass away. The Li family's old monster vaguely sensed that the next great era would be dazzling, with many monstrous talents emerging.

The entire Eastern Continent was seething with undercurrents. Emperor-level powerhouses could dominate. Many outsiders who had come searching for Yang Tian's group had returned, finding nothing worth staying for in the Eastern Continent, which had produced few exceptional talents.

The Li family also had a talent, now on the verge of breaking through to War Emperor, a candidate for the next family head. Through his channels, he learned that the Holy Lands had also produced several terrifying figures, all in seclusion, waiting to make a stunning debut.

Many had predicted that Yang Tian would carve out his own path. Though his cultivation was weak, his potential was limitless. Having cultivated for only a few years, he could already contend with some unascended young saint sons.

But the events of the past few days made some feel regret. An ordinary cultivator, having stepped out into the world and fought for a future—was he about to fall?

The superpowers had all exerted themselves, exhausting their foundations to nurture strong warriors. Whether their families could rise in the next great era and not be swept away by the tides of history depended on these people.