Chapter 059: Illusory Space

His gaze swept around; it was a blood-red stone hall, the ancient aura even stronger. Dense stone piers, all in the shape of dragons, their pairs of dragon eyes emitting eerie red light.

"What a sinister hall." Stunned for a moment by the dragon eyes, Yang Tian quickly came to his senses, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. The dragon eyes captivated one's mind; if one's will was not strong, they might stand there forever.

"Brother Yang, the space here is very unstable, and there are spatial cracks." Patting her small chest, Yun'er stared at several spatial cracks with a hint of fear in her beautiful eyes.

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded. This place had experienced a great battle, evident from the broken dragon pillars in the stone hall. If one carelessly fell into a spatial crack, their physical body would be shattered.

Slap... slap... Just as Yang Tian was pondering, hurried footsteps came from behind. Several figures were walking up, all of formidable strength.

Frowning slightly, if these people came up, the inheritance would not be so easy to obtain. Yang Tian curled his lip and said, "Let's go. We need to get ahead of them. The inheritance must not fall into outsiders' hands."

Their bodies moved instantly, darting into the hall. This blood-red stone hall was tens of thousands of zhang wide, built entirely of precious refining materials. Yang Tian couldn't help but marvel at the Array Sect's extravagance.

At the end of the stone hall stood an ancient light gate, covered in profound runes. The entire gate was wrapped in these runes, and strands of strange energy continuously burst forth, giving Yang Tian a headache.

"This should be a formation, right?" After thinking for a moment, Yang Tian said uncertainly. There were too many strange formations on the continent, and Yang Tian had seen few. Moreover, this was the ancestral home of formations; if they triggered a killing formation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Brother Yang, this seems to be a rune formation. Few people know how to set up such formations anymore. I saw a formation similar to this one at home." After observing for a while, Yun'er nodded.

"Since it's a formation, let's brave it." Taking a deep breath, Yang Tian said slowly. The two walked up to the light gate. As his finger touched it slightly, ripples spread across the gate like a pool of water.

Yang Tian was startled, then realized Yun'er had already stepped inside. He slapped his forehead and stepped in as well.

His mind went hazy. Yang Tian faintly heard shouts of battle. He looked around in confusion; this was a barren land, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The thick smell of blood assaulted his nose. Under the overwhelming murderous aura, the sky had turned blood-red.

"Where is this?" Looking around, Yang Tian wondered. It looked like an ancient battlefield.

After a moment, Yang Tian faintly heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and stared at a figure flying in the air. The figure was heroic, with black hair dancing wildly, exuding dominance. In his hand, he gripped a five-colored divine spear, constantly attacking another figure in the sky.

"He... is... Big Brother..." Yang Tian was instantly stunned. He could never forget this figure, exactly as he had imagined. Especially the five-colored divine spear in the man's hand, one of the few Dao artifacts of the Yang family.

In the sky, a man in black robes stood in the void, his body constantly emitting black mist, gloomy and sinister. His strange laughter echoed loudly. With each punch, a black dragon burst forth, tearing through countless voids and attacking Yang Ba.

At this moment, Yang Tian's gaze was fixed on the black-robed man's chest, where the words "Long Yang" were embroidered.

"Long Yang, you old dog!" A murderous intent surged forth. Yang Tian's small face instantly twisted with rage. The bone-chilling killing intent seemed to freeze the world.

"Kill him! Big Brother must kill him!" Yang Tian roared like an enraged bull, his mind consumed by hatred. His pitch-black eyes were now bloodshot.

Endless killing intent surged within him; Yang Tian could barely control himself.

"Hehe, I couldn't bear to kill you. Since you refuse to submit, then die!" The sinister man cackled, black mist wildly erupting from his body. Billions of black rays bloomed around him, causing the surrounding void to collapse.

"Long Yang, you old dog, today you will pay with your life!" Yang Ba roared in anger. The five-colored spear shaft vibrated, countless purple rays shooting from his eyes. His aura soared, the surrounding void twisting violently.

"Haha, take my life? Practice for a few more millennia!" The sinister man sneered. Suddenly, dozens of pitch-black dragons appeared around him, their immense might spreading as they swooped down from the sky.

Boom! The five-colored spear shaft vibrated. Yang Ba swept his spear, and countless purple chains emerged, tearing through voids and colliding with the dozens of dragons. Clanging sounds echoed in the void.

He moved with the force to uproot mountains, his five-colored spear sweeping everything. The void was on the verge of collapse, with chaotic light bursting forth—a battle that shook the world.

Clang! Suddenly, a small black mirror appeared beside the Dragon Yang Emperor. It was covered in dense patterns, as if formed by heaven and earth. As he poured in his blood essence, the small black mirror awakened, collapsing countless voids and radiating overwhelming divine might.

"Hehe, Yang Ba, taste the power of my Blood Candle Ink Mirror." The Dragon Yang Emperor waved his hand, and the Blood Candle Ink Mirror appeared above Yang Ba's head, pressing down like the might of heaven, inviolable.

"Get lost!" Yang Ba bellowed, sweeping his five-colored spear. Countless purple lightning bolts surged, but they could not shake the Blood Candle Ink Mirror's power in the slightest.

"Hehe, this Blood Candle Ink Mirror is my treasured artifact. No need to struggle." The Dragon Yang Emperor continuously activated the mirror's divine might, crushing downward.

The five-colored spear hummed, showing signs of merging, and even Yang Ba's physical body was constantly being shattered.

"Big Brother!" Yang Tian's mind shook. Boundless rage surged through his body, and he ran frantically toward Yang Ba.

Hearing the sudden voice, Yang Ba's body trembled. He turned his head in disbelief, looking at Yang Tian's face, shock spreading across his features.

"It's... Xiao Tian... Xiao Tian, run! Run!" Yang Ba roared, desperately struggling against the binding force, his flesh constantly splitting.

"Hehe, lucky day today, two in a row, haha!" The Dragon Yang Emperor laughed arrogantly. The Blood Candle Ink Mirror split off a phantom, crashing down on Yang Tian's head.

"Long Yang, you old dog, you'll die a miserable death!" Yang Tian cursed, his flesh cracking.

He felt he was about to die, unable to hear any sound.

"Fight! Fight!"

Battle intent surged, slaughter arose, blood burned. Yang Tian seemed to hear countless shouts of battle from the void, like thousands of troops charging, countless people fighting.

"No." His fading consciousness stirred. He glanced at Yang Ba and suddenly roared, "This is fake! An illusion! Long Yang, you old dog..."

The scene before him instantly vanished. Yang Tian's mind returned, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. His originally ruddy face turned pale.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Yun'er was startled. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yang Tian's face, unable to help exclaiming.

"It's nothing... nothing..." Waving his hand, Yang Tian took a deep breath, suppressing all emotions. This illusion formation had nearly destroyed his martial will.