Chapter 691 - 378: Command Token 2

To use this Command Token, however, required a sacrifice using the Insect Dao—one from each of the Four Outer Domains, at the cost of both a life and a Forbidden Artifact.

Just to enter the Central Continent, four Insect Dao cultivators had to die. The price was indeed heavy.

However, this wasn’t something the people of the Four Domains were incapable of doing. Resorting to any means necessary to achieve their goals was a commonplace sight.

Yang An put the Command Token away while no one had noticed yet.

Unfortunately, Hai Si had been devoured by Hai Shu, and everyone in the Great Virtue Temple had died without exception under the golden sun. The Command Token had survived unscathed, but the Sacrificial Bones that could have been fused into a Buddha’s Light Wheel weren’t so fortunate. Nothing was left of the Great Virtue Temple except for the Command Token.

’You win some, you lose some.’ Yang An could only console himself with this thought. The Command Token was the most important thing.

Returning to where he had been, Yang An collected Hai Xin, whose body was more than halfway recovered, and Piglet. He soon encountered the cultivators of the Golden Thread Pavilion in another direction.

But at that moment, the Golden Thread Pavilion’s many cultivators were locked in a fierce battle.

The Golden Soul Sect, who had come to reinforce the Great Virtue Temple, had arrived a step too late. The temple was annihilated in an instant, and Non-Birth could only brace himself and lead his cultivators into battle.

If he did nothing, he would be unable to answer to the Dao of Celestial Being and Qiangui Mountain, so a battle between the two sides erupted at once.

But it was obvious the Golden Soul Sect’s side had no morale. After witnessing the tragic fate of the Great Virtue Temple firsthand, they fought the Golden Thread Pavilion’s cultivators half-heartedly, retreating as they fought. Their minds were not on the battle at all.

The two sides were evenly matched, soldier against soldier, general against general. Zombie God fought Zombie God, and Insect Dao fought Insect Dao.

The Golden Thread Pavilion seized the momentum. All of them were exhilarated, knowing their side had already won a great victory. They showed no mercy, striking relentlessly and forcing the Golden Soul Sect into a steady retreat.

Thirty Flow and Non-Birth were in a standoff. Their exchange of blows was evenly matched; neither could gain an advantage.

In both Cultivation Realm and combat power, the two were equals. They fought for a long time, but neither managed to get the upper hand.

The moment Yang An arrived, he spotted Non-Birth. As Non-Birth was one of the few people he held a grudge against, Yang An naturally wasn’t going to stand by and watch.

Besides, this was the man who had tried to trap him and ensure his death at Earth Demon Cliff. Now that Non-Birth was right in front of him, how could he possibly let him go?

More importantly, the man was also in possession of a Command Token!

After waiting a short while for his acupoints and the Mora Buddha’s Acupoint to condense a large amount of Mana and recover some of his strength, Yang An made his move without hesitation.

’If I had known the Great Virtue Temple would be wiped out, I should have delayed my arrival. That way, I’d have had an excuse to brush this off instead of being forced into this passive position.’ Non-Birth, currently fighting Thirty Flow, was feeling utterly frustrated.

While fighting Thirty Flow, he also had to cover his subordinates’ fighting retreat to prevent excessive losses. He didn’t even notice Yang An’s arrival.

In truth, Thirty Flow was well aware of what was on Non-Birth’s mind, but he was sneering inwardly.

’He can only blame himself for his poor timing, running right into us. I have no intention of letting Non-Birth and his Golden Soul Sect people leave safely.’

Yang An had single-handedly annihilated the entire Great Virtue Temple. The shock this sent through him and his subordinates was no less than if someone had told them Yang An was an Immortal Platform being.

Now, with the Supreme Elder absent, Yang An had wiped out the Great Virtue Temple all by himself. This, in turn, made Thirty Flow and his group look useless. If he didn’t accomplish something, he feared his own standing in the Golden Thread Pavilion would be overshadowed by Yang An.

As the Pavilion Master of the Golden Thread Pavilion, this was something Thirty Flow could not accept.

’For my own sake, and for the sake of the Golden Thread Pavilion, the Golden Soul Sect must pay a price for coming here today.’

Just as he was attacking with his full power, determined to suppress Non-Birth and leave him with no room to maneuver, a figure suddenly joined the fray. Moving so fast that neither Thirty Flow nor Non-Birth could react, this person struck Non-Birth directly on the head with a palm.

Non-Birth suffered a devastating blow, crashing to the ground with a BOOM and smashing a deep crater into it.

"Elder Mu! You..."

Yang An’s sudden attack had caught Thirty Flow completely off guard. His first thought was that Yang An was trying to steal his glory.

"I have a grudge against this man. Let me handle him; the others are yours."

Yang An left him with only that sentence before instantly teleporting to the ground, giving Non-Birth no chance to catch his breath.

He didn’t care what Thirty Flow thought. The two of them had been fighting for ages without a clear winner, and it was a complete waste of time.

Dust and smoke billowed from the deep crater, thick with the smell of blood. Yang An’s sudden, full-powered palm strike had completely blown Non-Birth’s head apart. But Non-Birth was no pushover; he quickly got to his feet and began to rapidly regenerate.

At that very moment, Yang An appeared before him.

"Frost Curse!"

Afterimages of Non-Birth’s hands suddenly appeared around his body as he unleashed nearly a thousand strikes toward Yang An in that single instant.

But a wall of light materialized in front of Yang An, absorbing every attack. Countless root-like tendrils seemed to be injected into the light, only to be annihilated by it in the next instant.

It was like green vines and fresh flowers withering into ash under the sun before they even had a chance to bloom in the soil.

Yang An’s entire body was suffused with light, transforming him into a figure of pure radiance. Suddenly, a jet of black light shot out from him.