Chapter 885: Heavy Treasure

Since obtaining the Book of Life and Death, the Red-robed Archbishop had killed countless people against his conscience, giving birth to demonic thoughts. One thought leads to hell, one thought leads to heaven; he should be called the Black-robed Archbishop.

Yang Tian glanced at Qing Xiaoyue and said with a smile, "Xiaoyue, you write. Let me see how powerful this thing is."

This thing could determine life and death. Yang Tian didn't believe it; there must be some limitation, otherwise it would be invincible under heaven.

If he could wield it, it would help him perfect his cultivation, fully comprehend yin and yang, and perhaps even attain the Dao through it!

"Have you gone mad, Brother Yang Tian? Xiaoyue almost died just now. I can't write on this thing." Xiaoyue would never agree. She shook her head like a rattle-drum, not wanting to experience that feeling again.

"It's fine. If a mortal like you could kill me, then what's the point of cultivating the Dao?" Yang Tian said with a smile.

"You really want me to write?" Qing Xiaoyue thought it made sense; if she could kill Yang Tian, wouldn't she be invincible?

Yang Tian nodded. Qing Xiaoyue bit her lip, sweat beading on her forehead. Then, gritting her teeth, she picked up the brush and began to write, her strokes crooked.

The Red-robed Archbishop stared blankly. This guy really had no regard for his life, daring to write on it.

At that moment, the Red-robed Archbishop's aura diminished greatly. Under this peaceful aura, he felt comfortable all over, deeply regretting the great mistakes he had made.

This was the effect of merit, capable of purifying a person's deathly aura and eradicating evil thoughts from the heart—truly terrifying.

Qing Xiaoyue's hand trembled slightly. After writing the character "Yang," she began to write the next character, "Tian." Yang Tian felt a deathly aura envelop him, sinister and fierce.

Enveloped by deathly aura, he felt as if his body was aging, which surprised him, but he paid it no mind.

When the last stroke was written, Yang Tian felt shrouded in deathly aura, a layer of black mist缠绕 around him, as if a ghost from the underworld was about to emerge—terrifying beyond measure.

"Brother Yang Tian!" Seeing this, Qing Xiaoyue was greatly alarmed, her face turning deathly pale.

"Get lost!" Yang Tian's blood surged, his golden aura formidable. His aging body restored to its original state, and he directly shook off the endless deathly aura.

"You... you're fine!" The Red-robed Archbishop collapsed in terror, trembling. This man was so terrifying.

"Really fine, that's great!" Qing Xiaoyue's pallor faded, and she said happily, pointing at the Book of Life and Death, "The name on it has disappeared. Look."

Yang Tian didn't need to look; he was now the master of the Book of Life and Death, how could he not know its mysteries?

"To determine life and death, one also needs strength. If I activated it, I could probably kill a cultivator a whole major realm above me!" Yang Tian thought to himself.

Yang Tian put the thing away. Then he tapped the Red-robed Archbishop's brow and saw some things. His face darkened. This old bastard had killed so many people.

"As a clergyman, you should eliminate evil and do good, but you have lost all conscience." Yang Tian's voice was low.

"I know I was wrong, I was wrong. May God forgive my evil deeds, forgive me!" The Red-robed Archbishop trembled all over...

"Wrong? Hmph, if not for the merit dissolving the resentment on you, you wouldn't admit your wrongs." Yang Tian shook his head slightly and said softly, also learning some things. This world still retained some methods of cultivation.

The Red-robed Archbishop had once fought a great battle with an old Taoist from Wudang Mountain using the Book of Life and Death. This puzzled Yang Tian; the old Taoist's cultivation was not high, and he wondered how he had neutralized the deathly aura.

"It seems this world hides many unknown secrets." Yang Tian said slowly to himself. Just the Book of Life and Death alone was already terrifying—a chaotic treasure that had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth.

The Red-robed Archbishop was repenting, wanting to make amends for his great mistakes. Yang Tian ignored him and went inside the castle.

This guy had committed all kinds of evils and hoarded many treasures at home. The Book of Life and Death was found among them, sparking Yang Tian's great interest.

Deep in the castle was a large bookshelf. Yang Tian swept his gaze over it, and a golden lightning bolt shot from his eyes, splitting the bookshelf open, revealing the scene inside.

"Oh my god, we're rich..." Qing Xiaoyue was stunned. Before her eyes were piles of gold bricks stacked together, filling a basement several hundred meters deep, emitting a soft golden glow and an opulent aura.

The Red-robed Archbishop was repenting his sins when he heard this sound and wondered, was God also greedy?

Qing Xiaoyue was elated. She walked over and picked up a few gold bricks, leaving Yang Tian speechless. These things were worse than scrap metal to him; he could easily produce a piece of refining material worth a mountain of gold.

But Qing Xiaoyue didn't care about that. With so many gold bricks, converted into wealth, it would be an unimaginable number—enough for ten lifetimes without worry about food or drink.

Moreover, that wasn't all. Although Qing Xiaoyue was a doctor, she knew the value of antiques. Among the gold bricks were many jewels, bronze vessels, jade cups, jade artifacts, and so on—these were the most precious.

Yang Tian's eyes scanned the room. After a few glances, he picked up an ancient sword. It was a bronze sword, covered in rust and nearly decayed, having existed for who knows how many years.

Moreover, the bronze sword was broken, looking like a piece of scrap metal, with no sense of value.

"What's this? It's all rotten, definitely not valuable. These things are valuable." Qing Xiaoyue, while searching for beautiful jade, glanced at the bronze sword in his hand and muttered.

After scanning it several times, Yang Tian's expression turned serious. He shook his hand, and his terrifying golden blood burst forth, pouring into the ancient sword.

With a hum, the old bronze sword's outer rust fell off, revealing dazzling divine radiance, glowing like a divine iron—somewhat terrifying.

"Wow, a treasure, a great treasure!" Qing Xiaoyue couldn't take her eyes off it and shouted.

The Red-robed Archbishop also came over, his face full of fear. So this man was the real god, too terrifying; the aura he emitted made his soul feel like it was leaving his body.

The golden great sword hung in the air, emitting a pressing aura, floating in the void, exuding faint traces of patterns, profound and unfathomable.

Seeing this, Yang Tian's expression changed slightly. He dispersed his blood aura, and the ancient sword returned to its normal state.

Yang Tian's eyes fell on it. Although the ancient sword was broken, it was now gleaming bright, with faint patterns on the blade that were almost gone.

Seeing the renewed ancient sword, Qing Xiaoyue's eyes widened. Just now it was ragged, but now it was so bright and clear—truly incredible.

The Red-robed Archbishop was also astonished. This ancient sword had been obtained from China, its history hard to fathom, yet it turned out to be such a thing.

Yang Tian sensed it for a moment, his face full of amazement. This path actually contained a kind of rule. This was a heavy treasure interwoven with the rules of heaven and earth!

"The rules are so complex, still existing after countless ages. It must have been forged by a deity!" Yang Tian marveled. Although the ancient sword was broken, the rules still remained. If nurtured, it would surely become a heavy treasure!