Chapter 523: The Marvel of the Dao Scripture

The scene in the field was extremely eerie: a child, his body radiating boundless killing intent, his eyes bursting with fighting spirit as if to split the heavens!

The beautiful woman stared blankly, her eyes lost in thought, watching the little one who had grown up in an instant, a feeling beyond words in her heart.

"Good!" At this moment, a middle-aged man walked in slowly, reeking of blood. He moved with a dragon's stride and a tiger's step, exuding dominance. Seeing the little one's transformation, a hint of pride appeared in his eyes.

Memory revived, Yang Tian's small frame trembled. His soul quaked as he gazed at the couple before him with excited eyes.

A full ten years had flowed by since Yang Tian's great calamity! He did not know where his parents were or how much suffering they had endured; only a piercing pain filled his heart.

Tears in his eyes, little Yang Tian knelt on both knees, his voice hoarse: "Father, mother, your son is unfilial! I will surely rescue you!"

"Haha... leave none of the Yang clan alive!" A sky-shaking roar came from a black-robed man. His war spear pointed at the brows of the Yang family, old and young, and he pinned them heavily to the ground. Blood stained the earth; his methods were utterly ruthless.

"Ah..." Seeing this, Yang Tian let out a piercing, mournful roar. His hair stood on end in fury, and blood tears flowed from his eyes.

He looked only nine years old, yet gave off an icy feeling. A thousand clansmen of the Yang family had died tragically; he nearly coughed up blood from his heart.

"Demon race, Long Yang, blood for blood!" His small fists clenched tightly, and his deep shout exploded around him, like a cold wind sweeping through. The entire Yang mansion seemed coated in a layer of森冷 frost.

The image shattered. Yang Tian stood dazed in the void, two clear tears streaming down. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

After three breaths, Yang Tian opened his eyes, his heart unable to calm. He had just experienced a terrifying illusion, far beyond what the Dao God Mountain could compare to.

He had been transformed into his childhood self. If not for his extraordinary will and an invincible will that constantly warned him, Yang Tian would have found it extremely difficult to awaken!

The illusion vanished. Yang Tian's somewhat wooden eyes swept around. The bloody scenes of his childhood still appeared before him, the interweaving of pain and hatred he had endured for too long.

Thousands of Yang clan members had died tragically, and he lacked even the ability to return to the former Yang clan grounds.

"Father, mother, I will surely rescue you... surely!" He roared, his eyes shooting brilliant golden light that burst forth in all directions. With one step, he walked out of the illusory void.

In Yang Tian's heart now, fulfilling the final obsession of the thousand Yang clan members was his most important task. Nothing could stop this youth who had fled from the blood-soaked Yang clan grounds!

This was the obsession of Yang Tian's thousand clansmen, and Yang Tian would use his life to fulfill their long-cherished wish!

Stepping out of the illusion, the scene before him shocked Yang Tian. As far as the eye could see, surging energy filled the space. Ancient formations revolved densely before him, stretching beyond sight.

In the void where he stood, many formations surrounded him. Inside, ancient herbs absorbed essence, containing powerful vitality. The fragrance of herbs was so intense that all his pores opened and closed.

After a moment, Yang Tian took a deep breath, his eyes scanning around, and said slowly: "Just the light illusion formation void could probably kill off most people, leaving them forever trapped inside until their bodies wither."

At this moment, Yang Tian's pupils suddenly contracted, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. At the same time, the golden lake within him trembled, surging with boundless blood energy, golden light blazing throughout his body.

"This...!" Yang Tian's expression shifted dramatically, disbelief in his eyes. In the Divine Garden, the qi sea was suppressed, and only physical strength could be used—this was common knowledge. Yet Yang Tian could use it.

"How is that possible?" He was utterly bewildered, his mind heavy with thoughts. He couldn't help but say: "Could it be because of the Dao Scripture?"

Yang Tian's eyes flickered, but all was with joy. A hint of delight appeared in his eyes. He could imagine that if he could use the energy of the golden lake, even the three-legged Golden Crow might not rival him!

Yang Tian couldn't help but let out a long roar. He stepped forward, moving without pause, rushing inward. Although these precious herbs were powerful, they were far inferior to the Enlightenment Divine Flower, and breaking the formations would waste too much time.

Gradually, as he wandered around longer, Yang Tian saw many creatures breaking in, none of them simple.

"I need to be careful. That three-legged Golden Crow has seen me; if it recognizes me, trouble will follow." Donning a black robe, Yang Tian ventured deeper into uncharted areas.

"Bang bang..." Sounds of formations exploding came from all around. Many creatures had begun plundering precious herbs, but incessant screams rose and fell as many beings slaughtered each other.

Yang Tian sprinted for nearly half an hour before slowing his pace. Within the Divine Garden, creatures lurked, each extremely terrifying, guarding the formations around the precious herbs.

His gaze quickly swept over the surrounding spirit mountains and the precious herbs atop the peaks absorbing the essence of sun and moon. Yang Tian was astounded; the herbs here were far beyond those outside, their ages frighteningly high, even tempting him.

"How many precious herbs are in here?" He scratched his head, forcibly suppressing the burning urge to rush up, and murmured to himself.

Rumble! At that moment, heaven and earth suddenly trembled. A sky-shrouding killing intent manifested—a purple longsword, exuding soaring sword intent, struck heavily toward Yang Tian's back.

"Courting death!" Sensing the change behind him, Yang Tian whirled around. Seeing the sword nearly upon him, in a flash of lightning, he reached out his hand and directly grasped the blade.

"What?!" A voice of astonishment came. The figure clad in battle armor turned and fled without hesitation.

"Die!" Seeing this, Yang Tian sneered. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, a golden lightning bolt shot forth, thick and robust, instantly striking the battle armor, producing a metallic clang and the sound of armor shattering.

"Ah..." The figure inside screamed, spitting out a mouthful of old blood. Before his horrified eyes, a fair palm instantly pressed against the heavy armor.

Crack! Cracking sounds arose. The entire battle armor shattered, iron pieces falling in a shower. As Yang Tian's hand pressed down, a surge of golden light burst forth, instantly exploding the figure's body.

Looking at the scene before him, Yang Tian sneered. Here, one could not use qi sea energy, not even powerful cultivators.

"Hmm, my physical strength is similar to the energy in my qi sea; outsiders won't notice." Yang Tian murmured, picking up the void ring from the ground and peering inside.

"So many..." Seeing a pile of precious herbs, Yang Tian's eyes went wide. Inside were fifty herbs, each with an age of three thousand years.

At this moment, a token appeared in Yang Tian's hand. Looking at the words "Ten Thousand Swords" on it, he couldn't help but smile: "Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land; probably a peak War Emperor."

Then, Yang Tian's aura suddenly changed, the leaked energy extremely weak. He couldn't help but grin. Searching for the Divine Garden's location while luring others to attack—this was a win-win plan.

Yang Tian traveled far, a full day passing. Although his harvest was rich, he grew increasingly anxious. After a day of searching, he had not seen the Divine Garden's shadow, and he still couldn't contact Yun'er.

Just as Yang Tian was feeling dejected, his eyes suddenly lit up. He appeared atop a large tree.

Through the green leaves, Yang Tian saw a sneaky figure ahead.

It was an old man in black, his aura quite strong, exuding a cold and sinister air. His pupils burned with fervor. The old man carried a large sack on his back and was heading toward a cave.

"Old Demon Wang, what a narrow path for enemies." Noticing what he carried on his back, Yang Tian felt puzzled. What needed to be bagged?

Seeing him enter the cave, Yang Tian's eyes moved for a moment, then he understood. The old man's eager demeanor suggested the sack contained a woman!

"This old lecher, I'll finish him today!" Thinking this, Yang Tian sneered. He leaped and bounded toward the cave ahead.

Inside the cave, Old Demon Wang set down the sack, rubbed his hands, and cackled. His eyes burned with increasing fervor. Eagerly, he released two delicate figures from the sack.

"Ah..." It was a maiden of fifteen or sixteen, with a clear countenance, graceful figure, dressed in green. Seeing the ill-intentioned old man, she immediately screamed.

"Bastard!" Beside the girl was a young woman, cold and alluring, with a very beautiful face and an enticing curvaceous figure.

"Sister..." The green-clad girl wept loudly, hiding behind the cold woman, tears falling like rain. She was terrified.

"Haha, I didn't expect the two maids beside Meng Yunxi to be so beautiful. My luck with women is truly not shallow." Old Demon Wang laughed heartily, gazing at the cold woman, a strong desire to possess her surging within him.

"Haha, don't be afraid. I'm not a crude man. Once the Great Elder captures Meng Yunxi, the three of you can be reunited." Seeing the weeping green-clad girl, Old Demon Wang laughed even harder.

At this moment, a black-robed figure slowly approached, immediately catching the cold woman's attention. Her body curled up, but she made no sound.

Two withered hands reached for the cold woman. Yet she remained very calm, looking at the black-robed figure behind Old Demon Wang, who slowly raised his hand. Her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.