Chapter 592: Prison!

Three mysterious artifacts, even Yang Tian was alarmed. The jade pendant in his sea of consciousness trembled and hummed, as if sensing the golden-glowing staff, a fearsome artifact.

Yang Ba saw these three artifacts again and sighed repeatedly. The cassock he had obtained, worn by the Great Buddha, was given to him and could be called a defensive sacred object.

The black-clad youth stepped forward, fearless. Even if there was great danger, he would contend for it.

He walked step by step to the staff, suppressing his burning gaze, and slowly reached out his hand to grasp it.

He touched it! The entire crowd instantly erupted! This black-clad youth had actually touched the staff—could it be that he was about to claim it?

Naturally, some would not allow it. Their divine light surged, and over a dozen powerful figures struck simultaneously, intending to slay the black-clad youth.

However, at that moment, the staff suddenly trembled, swirling with chaotic energy. A piercing Buddhist sound rang through the heavens, and the black-clad youth's hand was instantly thrown off, blood gushing out!

The heavens and earth rumbled as the staff revived its divine might. The starry clouds in the void shook, and the surrounding chaotic energy turned violent.

"Not good, it's the artifact spirit!" The black-clad youth's face instantly darkened. They must have awakened the artifact spirit just now.

It had revived, its divine might terrifying and overwhelming, shocking the world. The entire void was filled with piercing Buddhist sounds, as if a divine Buddha was enraged. Ten thousand thunderbolts crossed the sky, massive stars exploded—a scene of apocalypse.

"Disturbing the master's slumber..." An aged voice slowly resounded. At the same time, the Buddhist sound in the heavens and earth suddenly swelled ten thousandfold, exploding in the ears of the assembled heroes.

"Ah..." Some people's bodies exploded on the spot, their hearts and souls shattered by the sound, turning into dust!

A large number of powerful figures fell. Less than half of the elites remained, trembling in fear, every hair standing on end. This was a great terror, and they fled for their lives.

The Buddhist sound did not stop. Everyone was attacked. Even the black-clad youth, with his invincible divine might, was shaken until blood spurted from his mouth and nose, nearly being shaken to death inside!

"Too terrifying, this is a divine artifact!" The fat man couldn't help but wipe his sweat. If they had actually walked in, they would have been shattered by the sound!

"It's Yang Tian, we've been tricked!" Yi Xing roared. They had walked in but hadn't seen Yang Tian at all—he must have been behind this.

"Ao ao..." The remaining creatures went berserk. They had suffered heavy losses; some had even had their life-bound artifacts explode, and they were severely injured.

"I will surely slay him!" Tian Peng roared, his body pressing down on the sky. He charged into the chaotic passage and rushed outward.

Nearly a hundred people had entered, but fewer than twenty walked out. This brutal scene sent chills down Yang Tian's spine.

"Now!" At that moment, a cassock manifested in the void, blazing with golden light, scriptures appearing, Buddhist sounds piercing the ears. It instantly covered the demon clan youth.

A cassock hung in the sky, blotting out the heavens and earth. Those behind were terrified and desperately fled inward.

"Eh?" The cassock hung in the air. From within the staff came a surprised voice—the artifact spirit was very astonished.

The demon clan youth's face changed drastically. This attack was aimed at him; he had been locked on and could not break free.

Scriptures filled the void, and the surrounding Buddhist sounds dissipated. Yang Tian and his group appeared before the demon clan youth, blocking the entrance ahead!

"Get lost!" The demon clan youth roared in fury. The precious seal above his head was nearly exploding, unable to withstand the Buddhist sounds behind, and his mind was on the verge of shattering.

"Hmph!" Yang Ba sneered. The cassock in the void suddenly expanded, like a curtain of light spanning the sky, instantly cutting off the path ahead!

"Damn it, how are they unharmed?!" The demon clan youth raged, striking at the curtain of light ahead. The heavens and earth rumbled and trembled.

Divine light surged like waves, flooding the heavens and earth, like layer upon layer of monstrous tides, shaking the void as it bombarded the cassock ahead.

"Yang Tian, let us go quickly! We have no grievances!" The two unlucky ones behind were scared to death. Yang Tian had suddenly jumped out and cut off their path, and they were about to be shaken to death by the Buddhist sounds in the void.

"How dare you blaspheme against the gods! You deserve death!" Yang Tian's eyes flashed with cold light as he barked.

"Right, you little thieves, daring to blaspheme against our great gods, you all deserve to go to hell!" Fatty laughed heartily, looking arrogant, but he didn't forget to flatter.

"You..." The two aberrations were nearly furious to death. They were already spent; their artifacts exploded, their bodies cracked, and they were shaken to death.

The entire kasaya trembled and hummed, shaken by the demon youth's assault. He was on the verge of madness, coughing up blood essence.

"Truly, fortunes change." Sensing the weakening attack, Yang Tian couldn't help but smile. In the past, at the Li clan grounds, he had crushed them with overwhelming force; now, one of his avatars died so ignobly.

"I won't let you off lightly!" the demon youth roared, dying of rage. The staff was clearly helping Yang Tian and his group; there was no turning back.

In a distant realm, like an underground world, hazy black clouds exuded a suffocating aura.

At a glance, ancient halls stretched endlessly, radiating a chilling,森冷 atmosphere that made one shiver.

In one corner of the vast scroll, a colossal hall sat in the void, radiating boundless divine might.

What unfolded inside was breathtakingly sensual. There were nine women of peerless beauty.

A cloud bed over a hundred zhang wide trembled. The demon youth lived in extreme luxury; every female servant was a formidable expert, and one peerless woman at the Great Ability level gasped heavily.

His eyes held lecherous thoughts as he fantasized about capturing the Nine Yin Divine Body and elevating his status in the clan overnight.

But at that moment, the mirror suspended above the cloud bed radiated astonishing divine resonance and suddenly exploded!

"Ah..." A group of women screamed, staring in terror at the fragments raining down from the void. This was a mysterious artifact—why did it suddenly explode?

"Pfft, pfft..." The demon youth, who had been thrusting violently, suddenly stiffened. His face flushed crimson as he spat out over a dozen mouthfuls of reversed blood. At the same time, the terrifying aura emanating from his body dimmed to its extreme!

"How is this possible?" the demon youth roared. His eyes swept over the mirror in the void, and his hand instantly grasped a wisp of nearly dissipated divine blood.

A faint, soul-weakening fluctuation surged, absorbing scattered memory fragments into his sea of consciousness.

"Yang Tian!" A mournful roar exploded. The demon youth's eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted. His avatar had died at Dao God Mountain, slain by the very youth who had once crushed him!

His hair bristled with rage; his body was utterly weakened, his origin severely wounded, requiring immense cost to recover.

The nine women trembled in fear, huddling together as they watched the demon youth slowly walk out, terror in their eyes.

They could hardly imagine how the demon youth had been so grievously wounded, his origin power nearly dissipating.

This place was like an underground palace, guarded by terrifyingly powerful experts who floated in the void, as fearsome as deities.

"Divine Son, you...?" Noticing the arrival, the figure shrouded in mist in the void looked over. When he saw the youth's condition, surprise flickered in his eyes, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.

"Where is Yang Xiao?" At the question, the demon youth's eyes darkened. His faint voice carried a bone-chilling coldness.

"At... at the deepest part..." The old man in the void spoke. Even though he was formidable, he dared not defy the Divine Son.

The demon youth walked step by step. Inside were imprisoned many experts—men handsome, women elegant—and the cells were indestructible.

At the deepest part were a man and a woman. The middle-aged man was steady as a mountain, his breathing calm, but his face was deathly pale, devoid of color.

The middle-aged beauty in white was ethereal, with bright eyes and white teeth, poised and graceful. Her eyes were lost in thought, filled with longing as she recalled past scenes, a graceful curve occasionally lifting the corners of her mouth.

"Xinyu, thinking about them again?" The middle-aged man sighed deeply, smiled, and remained calm and composed.

At his words, Xinyu snapped back to reality, smiled sweetly, and revealed a look of maternal love and endless yearning.

"Ah, I wonder if Xiao Tian has grown taller, or if he's still the little tyke from before." Xinyu pressed her hand to her waist, still remembering the little one's appearance back then—pure, flawless, and very beautiful.