Chapter 604: Three Thousand Divine Powers of the Dao Sect!

Stepping into the celestial palace, what met his eyes was an ancient hall, vast and boundless, with a river of stars flowing overhead, dazzlingly brilliant, emitting the divine sound of the Dao.

What met his eyes was a river of stars, with great stars sinking and floating, as if it were the end of the heavens—truly astonishing.

Inside, it seemed like another world, filled with exceedingly abundant vital energy. The walls of the ancient hall blazed with dazzling golden light, and a terrifying aura permeated everywhere.

Yang Tian's gaze darted around, and when he noticed a figure smiling ahead, his eyes nearly popped out.

“Senior Shanhe!” Yang Tian exclaimed in shock. This was the spirit of the Mountain River Cauldron—how could he be here?

“Haha... Better than I expected. You actually made it to the Creation Divine Pool. Not bad, not bad...” Shanhe was overjoyed, his laughter shaking the hall.

“You...” Yang Tian didn’t know where to begin, but his heart was filled with exhilaration. He had countless doubts and confusions, but since the Mountain River Cauldron was fine, then Yang Xiao must be fine too!

“No rush... no rush...” Shanhe laughed heartily, his eyes scanning Yang Tian’s body, nodding in satisfaction, barely able to close his mouth.

At that moment, he glanced sideways at a patch of void and snorted, “Old ox-nose, a guest has arrived—why aren’t you coming to greet him? What are you hiding for?”

“Hmph, you fellow...” As Yang Tian watched in astonishment, a voice of displeasure came from the void, and a figure stepped out.

He wore a Daoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, and an extraordinary aura, as if merged with heaven and earth. His approving gaze swept over Yang Tian’s body.

“Senior!” Yang Tian quickly cupped his hands, still unclear about what was happening, utterly bewildered.

“You little Daoist, to be able to comprehend Creation—truly a teachable child.” His palm gently waved, lifting Yang Tian’s body, and he said with a faint smile.

“Of course! Don’t you see whose descendant he is? Even among your Dao Sect’s disciples, not many have comprehended Creation, right?” Shanhe seemed very familiar with him, laughing heartily, extremely satisfied.

“Indeed, not bad. To comprehend Creation now is already extremely rare.” The Daoist nodded, his silver beard fluttering, completely at ease.

At that moment, the Daoist flicked his finger, and a golden light emerged. Under Yang Tian’s shocked gaze, a stone statue and a token were summoned by the Daoist with his bare hands.

“How terrifying...” Yang Tian broke out in a cold sweat. This Daoist was too formidable, with cultivation reaching the heavens.

As soon as the stone statue appeared, it seemed to come alive, emitting a wave of emotion. A teardrop actually flowed from its eyes, and a trace of obsession dissipated along with it.

“My good disciple, I never thought I’d see you again. What a pity...” The Daoist closed his eyes and shook his head, a hint of tears glistening in his eyes as he sighed.

“His disciple!” Yang Tian’s tongue nearly fell out in shock. This Daoist was actually his disciple—unbelievable!

“Eh?” Shanhe’s face was also full of astonishment. He couldn’t help scratching his head, never expecting that this stone statue was his disciple.

His eyes rolled. If that were the case, then Yang Tian had obtained his disciple’s功法, and also formed a connection with the Daoist.

“Thank you, young friend, for bringing back my disciple. This old Daoist is grateful.” The Daoist was silent for a moment, then glanced at Yang Tian and sighed.

“You’re too kind, Senior. I obtained the Dao Scripture from this senior.” Yang Tian quickly cupped his hands and smiled.

“I say, old ox-nose, you can’t be stingy. The Dao Sect Token and him were both brought back by my clan. You should at least show some appreciation.” Shanhe grumbled discontentedly.

“Uh...” Hearing this, the Daoist glanced sideways at him, then was silent for a while before saying to Yang Tian, “Young friend, what technique do you need? I can take the lead and pass on one divine power to you!”

Yang Tian’s eyes instantly lit up. He was silent for a moment, then said, “I have cultivated the Dao Body Sword Canon, but I still lack the final move—the Heaven-Splitting Sword!”

Hearing the Dao Body Sword Canon, a hint of surprise appeared in the Daoist’s eyes. He hadn’t expected Yang Tian to ask for such a divine power.

“No, no...” Shanhe shook his head like a rattle-drum, grumbling, “I know the Dao Body Sword Canon too, but among the three thousand divine powers of the Dao Sect, it’s probably the lowest-ranked, right?”

"Three thousand divine abilities?!" Yang Tian's eyes instantly went wide, his body slowly stiffening, his throat involuntarily rolling, a flicker of fervent heat appearing in his gaze.

Divine abilities were the most supreme martial techniques on the continent; each one that emerged would stir up bloody storms across the land, even the Divine Mountains would fight over them—a testament to their preciousness.

And the Dao Sect possessed three thousand divine abilities. If that number were spoken aloud, people would surely say they were boasting. Yet the fact that the Dao Body Sword Canon, such a terrifying sword art, was still the lowest-grade divine ability left Yang Tian feeling incredulous.

"Hehe, each of our Dao Sect's three thousand divine abilities possesses the divine might to overturn the heavens and stir the seas. Cultivating even one would become a cultivator's greatest aid." The Daoist seemed somewhat proud, stroking his silver beard beneath his chin and letting out a hearty laugh.

"Indeed, how about letting my clan's disciples take a look at the Nine-Character True Words? What do you think?" Shan He chimed in, then chuckled slyly.

"Hmm... no way!" The Daoist quickly glared, casting a sidelong glance at Shan He, and said flatly, "Don't even think about such a divine ability. Even I haven't mastered it completely. You've got quite the idea."

"Nine-Character True Words." Yang Tian licked his lips. From the Daoist's expression, he could tell this divine ability was likely extraordinary.

"Then how about 'One Qi Transforms into Three Purities'? When my clansman ascends to the Imperial realm, he can just delve into this avatar technique." Shan He pressed on.

"You're practically asking for the moon. This is a great divine ability—no way." The Daoist flicked his sleeves and said.

"You old goat-beard, so stingy." Shan He curled his lips, knowing it was impossible. His eyes rolled, and he said flatly, "Then let's settle for the next best thing—hand over your awe-inspiring Dao Sound."

"This..." Hearing this, the Daoist fell silent. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Fine, this divine ability it is. I'll take the liberty of passing it on to this disciple of your clan."

As his words fell, the Daoist's sleeve flickered slightly, and a wisp of golden light struck into Yang Tian's sea of consciousness. At the same time, ancient characters, suffused with heaven-shaking Dao sounds, instantly resounded throughout Yang Tian's mind!

Yang Tian's eyes rolled back violently, as if a deity were roaring inside him. Unable to bear it, he fainted.

"You old Daoist..." Seeing this, Shan He rolled his eyes. His hand flickered slightly, and Yang Tian's body vanished from the spot.

Shan He rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on the stone statue below, burning with desire. After all, Yang Xiao still had no physical body.

In the outside world, a great uproar had arisen. Yang Tian had been inside for quite some time and still hadn't come out.

"Haha... this little bastard can't get out..." Yi Xing roared inwardly. A quarter of an hour had passed, and Yang Tian still hadn't emerged! The Dao Divine Mountain was about to close.

"Yun'er, it's alright." Meng Yunxi couldn't help but soothe her. Yun'er was nearly losing control, about to rush forward.

"Why hasn't Brother Yang Tian come out?... Why?... Sister Yunxi, what do we do?" Yun'er wept, her eyes red and swollen, her delicate frame trembling, filled with tension and anxiety.

"He's dead? I don't believe that the man I, Dan Xueyi, have set my sights on will die." Dan Xueyi's eyes rippled with emotion, incredulous.

A group of beings who had fought bitterly with Yang Tian were in high spirits. They speculated that he had likely encountered some deadly conflict inside and might have been killed in there.

"You'll be fine, right?" Yuan Xia murmured, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within. She had a bloodline connection with Yang Tian and could sense that he was unharmed.

The radiant gate in the sky was healing. Half an hour had passed, and it was about to close. If one didn't leave now, they truly wouldn't be able to get out.

"Haha... let's go. Yang Tian can't get out. Throughout the ages, no one trapped inside has ever escaped." A group of beings laughed heartily and rushed toward the radiant gate.

"Impossible!" Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing roared. They tried to charge forward, but Fatty and the other two forcefully held them back, restraining their bodies.

"Hmph, utter nonsense!" Yang Ba didn't believe it. Yang Tian had obtained the Dao Scripture, one of the nine divine arts of the Dao Sect—how could anything happen to him?

"Don't worry, Xiao Tian is fine. He has the Dao Sect's divine arts; you have to trust him." Yang Ba steadied Yun'er's body and walked out together with Fatty and the others.

"I don't want to go out..." Yun'er wailed, gripped by a fear she had never known. She wanted to stay here with him.

"Silly girl, he will be safe." Yuan Xia wiped the tears from Yun'er's cheeks. Anxiety was spreading in her heart as well, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and forcibly brought her out.

"I don't want to leave... I want to stay!" Yun'er's final mournful cry echoed through the void, laden with a sorrow that brought tears to one's eyes.