Chapter 1504: Illusion Realm, World Tree

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1504: Illusion Realm, World Tree

Yang Yan continued to fly upward, finally seeing the full picture of the handprint.

The handprint covered an area of hundreds of thousands of miles, with numerous vast cracks appearing around the battlefield.

Those cracks were bottomless, seemingly connecting the whole continent.

Around it, the void cracks continuously flickered, emitting an unsettling aura.

That palm strike almost shattered the battlefield.

Suddenly, Yang Yan felt a splitting headache.

At this moment, the Sea of Consciousness within Yang Yan shook violently, turning turbulent.

Yang Yan’s Primordial Spirit transformed into a light and shadow, appearing in the Sea of Consciousness, only to see a small island slowly emerging from the depths of the sea, growing a plant with two leaves.

Around it, countless illusions constantly shifted, occasionally revealing scenes of worlds perishing and galaxies rising and falling, accompanied by the sound of the Dao echoing.

Yang Yan was greatly astonished.

Before he could continue observing, he was drawn by a strange force, his vision blurred, and when he reopened his eyes, he found himself trapped in an Illusion Realm.

Yang Yan was not entering the Illusion Realm for the first time, but he was still shocked.

All around, he saw Demon Gods, Immortals, and unfamiliar Ten Thousand Races Cultivators wrapped in Immortal Power standing in the void.

Yang Yan felt as if his blood had frozen, unable to move a muscle.

However, those cultivators who had become immortals showed both fear and fiery excitement in their eyes.

As if there was a peerless Fierce Beast before them, yet this beast attracted them like a priceless treasure.

Yang Yan turned his gaze with difficulty, only to find they were facing just one person.

That person was enveloped in the aura of Chaos, their true appearance indistinguishable.

Behind him, a colossal tree seemed to stretch across endless space, obscuring the sky.

A branch casually dangling from the giant tree created galaxies that formed and perished in an instant.

Vast spaces continuously rose and fell between its branches, gathering and dispersing...

At that moment, the superpower beings’ fear began to be overshadowed by desire, their eyes burning with intensity.

In an instant, cries of battle echoed throughout the realm.

The starry sky shattered, stars annihilated.

Finally, the surrounding evolution seemed to slightly affect the man within Chaos.

Nonetheless, he merely opened his eyes slightly, let out a cold snort, then closed them again.

Buzz—

The tree’s branches and leaves trembled lightly, time reversed, and the starry sky rewound.

In just an instant, the numerous Gods and Demons before him turned into blood mist, scattering throughout the heavens, becoming cosmic dust.

The giant tree’s branches stretched out, reflecting light that transformed into countless invisible tentacles.

The moment those Gods and Demons made contact, they were thoroughly bound, their power rapidly drained, ultimately becoming nourishment for this giant tree.

At this moment, Yang Yan felt his consciousness being drawn by this force, steadily moving closer.

Yang Yan could not help but feel anxious.

He vaguely speculated that this might be an unknown secret of the Ancient Times’ war.

Even though the scene before him was merely an Illusion, he was still entangled by this invisible force.

Yang Yan forcefully stabilized his mind and began to struggle desperately.

Just then, a gigantic palm appeared across the sky.

The man shrouded in Chaos opened his eyes again, speaking coldly: "Immortal Realm, All Heavens and Myriad Races, do you truly wish to wipe me out? Have you considered the consequences? Do you really think you’re entitled to covet the World Tree?"

Almost simultaneously, Yang Yan’s desperate struggle finally proved futile, he could no longer sustain it.

However, when he opened his eyes again, Yang Yan let out a sigh of relief.

An illusion was just an illusion, not what he thought.

Jian Mingyin and Ao Tian, seeing Yang Yan’s gaze suddenly become dazed and unresponsive, were greatly worried.

Fortunately, Yang Yan regained consciousness in time; otherwise, Jian Mingyin would have risked venturing into his Sea of Consciousness to find the reason.

Yet, although Yang Yan awakened, he paid no attention to Jian Mingyin and others, once again falling into deep thought.

Because he distinctly felt that the tender sprout within his mind genuinely existed there!

It was not a fantasy.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but develop a bold hypothesis.

That sprout was the World Tree mentioned by the man within Chaos.

He attempted to sense the sprout, soon receiving some scattered information.

This sprout had existed in his mind all along, but due to its well-hidden nature, coupled with Yang Yan’s inadequate strength, he could never touch it.

Now, because Yang Yan arrived at this Ancient Battlefield, stimulated by the surrounding aura, it finally awakened from slumber.

Yang Yan felt bewildered.

Originally just an ordinary human from Earth, he gradually grew due to various reasons, thinking he reached the human limit.

But after fighting the invading Demon Race on Earth, he was forced to merge with the Heavenly Dao, ultimately embarking on a path of genuine cultivation.

Reflecting on past events still gave him an unreal feeling.

Yang Yan always disbelieved in reincarnation.

Yet, all this indicated reincarnation might really exist.

And he might be the one who initiated the Ancient Times war.

Recalling the familiar yet strange face seen in his moment of unconsciousness, Yang Yan lingered in shock.

Jian Mingyin, seeing Yang Yan standing lost in thought at a distance, couldn’t help but feel concerned.

She approached and gently grasped Yang Yan’s arm, asking softly, "Yang, what’s wrong?"

It was only after being called by her that Yang Yan regained awareness.

Shaking his head, Yang Yan did not say much.

Silently gazing at the basin below, Yang Yan remained speechless for a long time.

After a while, Yang Yan sighed heavily, waved towards the group with a troubled expression: "Let’s go!"

Seeing Yang Yan like this, everyone refrained from saying much, choosing to follow him with heads down.

Suddenly, a burst of blinding light emanated from afar.

Yang Yan raised his head to look, swiftly leading everyone towards the source of the light.

Upon arrival, they widened their eyes in shock.

In the void, amidst a fragmenting space, a palace floated.

At the palace entrance, lay numerous corpses of powerful cultivators.

Various and strange race bodies were present.

On either side of the entrance, two corpses exuding dense Immortal Power knelt there.

Examining closely, those two corpses weren’t humans but appeared like the Celestial Human Race described in ancient texts.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

Why would such a bizarre scene appear here?

While he was deeply puzzled, unable to understand, his mind suddenly shook.

The next moment, he found his body restricted by an invisible force, unable to move.