Chapter 804: Entering the Prison

In the Five Villages Temple, the Great Divine Son had been nearly broken in two by the golden divine rod. The Heaven-and-Earth Strike was too terrifying; even now, recalling it made his heart tremble.

Struck by that rod and sent tens of thousands of miles away, he was severely wounded. How could he dare hesitate? He fled all the way here.

The two guards at the gate of the Second Divine Maiden were scared half to death. The Great Divine Son's face was pale—who had gravely wounded him?

"Get lost!" Looking at the two servants trembling on their knees, the Great Divine Son spat out his anger, nearly kicking them aside.

"Yang Tian, once I catch you, I'll grind your bones to dust!" the Great Divine Son roared in his heart. How could he tolerate being nearly killed by a mere Great Emperor?

"Great Divine Son, spare us..." the two servants cried out loudly. Their loud cries naturally summoned the Second Divine Maiden, hoping to save their lives.

"Worthless trash, die!" The Great Divine Son slapped down with his palm, directly shattering their skulls. The thick smell of blood rushed toward him, lifting his spirits somewhat.

With a cold snort, the Great Divine Son stepped inside. The battle in the Lesser World was probably still raging. The Second Divine Maiden had returned; he could ask her about the situation there.

He had naturally sensed the revival of the gods and demons. What he most wanted to know now was whether Yang Tian had been killed by them.

In the scripture chamber, Yang Tian had no time to examine the contents; he directly emptied the place, then moved his body outward.

The gap in the formation that Little White had broken was suddenly restored to its original state, and the entire hall's formation concealed itself.

"Once the Great Divine Son returns, he will surely reinforce the prison. It will be much harder to go then." An ancient mirror appeared in Yang Tian's hand, and he murmured to himself.

This was the ancient mirror he had obtained from the Demoness. It was extremely fearsome; even an Ancestor-level expert could not detect a person hidden beneath it.

Yang Tian directly activated the ancient mirror. It floated above his head, and a mysterious aura caused his body to vanish into the void.

"This thing is indeed marvelous." After observing for a moment, Yang Tian nodded to himself.

Just as his figure disappeared, the Great Divine Son walked in, his cold gaze sweeping around.

In the void, Yang Tian did not move. He carefully concealed himself. Seeing the Great Divine Son's pale face, he chuckled inwardly: "It seems he's badly injured, or he wouldn't have come back."

The Great Divine Son was silent for a moment. Seeing that no one came to greet him, he grew furious. Was a mere clone daring to defy him?

"Demoness!" the Great Divine Son bellowed with a dark expression. The rumbling voice echoed here, startling the formation into visibility.

Yang Tian sneered silently. He walked through the void, gradually moving toward the outside of the hall, careful not to make too much noise.

"Bastard, how dare you!" Seeing the hall still motionless, the Great Divine Son erupted with chaotic energy from within, intending to blast apart the surrounding formations.

The trembling hall amused Yang Tian. He suddenly accelerated his movement, his body appearing in the open and rushing toward a place that made one's heart tremble.

How many years had it been? Since Yang Tian was adopted by Lin Yuan, nearly fifteen years had passed. As a child, he had hidden in a cold corner, witnessing a near-annihilation of his family.

That was the family he had grown up in. Every elder and uncle in the family was so familiar. Though the memory was from his childhood, it was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

A child suffering a great calamity—such a thing is hard for anyone to bear. As a man of the Yang family, Yang Tian naturally had to shoulder it. This was his driving force, his thirst for strength.

When he was young, Yang Tian cultivated to travel the continent with his father, elder brother, and mother—to enjoy a life like immortals. He had no great desire for power.

When the great calamity befell his clan, Yang Tian's heart was filled with a thirst for strength and hatred for his enemies. He wanted revenge!

Although Long Yang was the leader at the time, he was merely an ant among the demon race, and the mastermind behind all this was not something Long Yang could decide.

Though he was dead, Yang Tian knew well that he was just an ant of the demon race, and he felt no joy at all at the time.

The demon race had existed for countless ages, with a terrifying foundation that was beyond words. No one knew how many strong beings they still had, and the demons suppressed in various places would all emerge when the divine demon appeared.

By then, the demon race would likely become the most terrifying power in the Tianyang Continent. Now, with a strand of fortune added to them, their dreadfulness would multiply several times over.

In ancient times, their race had caused boundless slaughter, annihilating countless sects, plundering untold treasures and precious herbs, their wealth beyond description.

This was a terrifying force with endless power and heritage. When they emerged, they would shake the entire cultivation world.

The world was about to be reshaped, heralding a great era. Prodigies from all races would rise, and ancient legacies that had been destroyed would reappear in the world, choosing new heirs, just like the Martial Dao Mountain Yang Tian had gone to!

This was a great era. Yang Tian did not know to what level he could grow. He had no power to support him and could only climb step by step. But when he reached a certain height, could his parents still wait?

This was an opportunity. With many strong demons leaving, it was his chance to rescue his parents. If he lost this chance, Yang Tian would regret it.

As for why the demon race was imprisoning his parents, Yang Tian vaguely guessed a bit. The demon race was frantically collecting divine blood, and the Yang family had once produced a supreme being of heaven and earth. Could their bloodline be ordinary?

Although hundreds of thousands of years had passed and the Yang family had been in decline, he did not know that history. Even if their bloodline was thin, they were still the family of the first supreme being in these hundreds of thousands of years.

He could be sure that his parents' lives were not in danger for now, but after the world was reshaped, it might be hard to say.

This was an era. Although he did not know much, Yang Tian felt that the great figures of the world seemed to be plotting something, laying out a chess game, intending to scheme.

Previously, Yang Tian was very weak. Now he had become a rising strong man. In this world, Yang Tian would not become a pawn in these people's hands. He would walk his own path. Even if there were obstacles ahead, he would fight through them!

When he saw the cold and grim prison ahead, Yang Tian's eyes instantly turned red. This was the most secure place of the demon race, said to hold strong beings from various clans.

"Greetings, Second Divine Maiden!" Seeing the woman approaching, an old man suddenly materialized from the void and cupped his hands to Yang Tian.

"It seems his status is not low." Noting that he did not kneel to greet her, Yang Tian thought to himself. The demon race had strict hierarchy; important figures were usually greeted on their knees.

Yang Tian nodded slightly but said nothing, afraid that speaking too much would draw the old man's attention, for this old man was a solid Cave Heaven realm expert.

"Divine Maiden, how goes the battle in the small world? I just sensed the energy of heaven and earth reviving. Has the Divine Demon already emerged?" the old man asked, lowering his head.

"The Divine Demon has emerged, and the world is being reshaped. Our race's fortune will soon rise, and we shall rule the world!" Yang Tian imitated the demoness's tone and sneered, "The human ants are about to be annihilated!"

"Haha, our race's fortune! Our demon race will dominate the world!" The old man couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Humans have opposed us for so long. Now that we have fortune, what can they use to fight us?"

"Hmph, this fortune may not be yours..." Yang Tian couldn't help but sneer inwardly. The supreme being of heaven and earth had gone to Wuzhuang Temple to contend for fortune. The outcome was still undecided.

At the same time, he walked toward the prison. The old man tactfully walked ahead, allowing Yang Tian's tense heart to slowly relax.

"Divine Maiden, we recently acquired a few human divine bodies. Though they are half-divine bodies, their divine blood concentration is quite high," the old man said fawningly as they neared the entrance.

The bloodline and essence contained in such divine bodies were mostly used by the demon race's divine sons to cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

"Take me to see them..." Suppressing the rage in his heart, Yang Tian said calmly.

"Please, Divine Maiden..." The old man flicked his sleeve, and the prison door swung open, releasing a burst of yin and baleful energy, revealing the scene inside.