Chapter 1508: Another Trial

Chapter 1508: Chapter 1508: Another Trial

As if seeing through Yang Yan’s thoughts, the figure angrily exclaimed, "Do you think I would harm you? Many desire my heritage, yet you hesitate and doubt me, truly infuriating!"

Yang Yan sneered and replied, "I just arrived, and you tried to overpower me. Now you suddenly say you want to pass on your heritage to me, how could I easily accept that?"

The figure blew his beard and widened his eyes, angrily retorting, "I, the Nine Heavens True Monarch, have always acted righteously, fighting against the Demon Race my whole life. How could I stoop to such petty acts?"

Yang Yan did not react strongly to his words, just calmly asked, "Was it you who stopped the Demon Race’s attack?"

The Nine Heavens True Monarch nodded proudly.

Then, he looked up at the sky, his eyes growing increasingly profound.

Finally, he sighed heavily and said slowly, "It was not just the Demon Race, but the Ten Thousand Races. It was a brutal war, long and grueling."

"Long ago, countless brave souls shed their blood for the land beneath your feet, and many were eradicated, becoming cosmic dust. Fortunately, justice prevailed, and we won the war."

Yang Yan quietly listened beside him and then solemnly bowed, showing his respect.

Frankly speaking, in the presence of such a Great Power, if he truly wished harm, Yang Yan wouldn’t have the slightest power to resist.

He could control him with ease.

But upon hearing his words, Yang Yan felt no more doubt, replaced by deep admiration.

The earlier bow wasn’t just to the Nine Heavens True Monarch, but to the countless heroes who perished defending humanity.

"Alright, stand up! Don’t act like a child, just cherish the present," Nine Heavens True Monarch said lightly.

Yang Yan did not immediately rise, but lowered his head and said, "My bow wasn’t just to you, but also to the fallen predecessors behind you."

"Hahaha! Well said, well done! You truly are my destined one, more and more to my liking," Nine Heavens True Monarch laughed, looking skyward.

However, no one noticed the few tears at the corner of his eye.

Nine Heavens True Monarch adjusted his emotions and then sternly said to Yang Yan, "Though I admire you, to gain my heritage, you must pass a test."

"Come, I am Yang Yan, fearing neither life nor death, nor hardship. I’ve never been afraid of anything before!" Yang Yan heard Nine Heavens True Monarch and gazed forward resolutely, full of heroism.

Nine Heavens True Monarch nodded approvingly: "Good! I wasn’t wrong about you. Let’s begin!"

With a flip of his hand, a blood-colored saber appeared before Yang Yan.

The moment the saber appeared, a violent wind howled, ghostly cries and wolf howls, sending chills down the spine.

Yang Yan was greatly surprised, sensing this blood-colored saber’s power even surpassed his World-Ending Demon Spear.

Yang Yan’s eyes flashed with bright light, observing carefully.

The saber was entirely blood-red, as thin as Cicada Wings, with a curved blood groove on its blade surface.

Its aura was formidable, as if it could cut through heaven and earth.

The Nine Heavens True Monarch grabbed it mid-air, and the Blood Saber was already in his hand.

He caressed the entire blade with reverence, a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

His gaze at the saber was like seeing an old friend after many years, or a lifelong beloved.

"Now, I entrust this to you. Take good care of it," Nine Heavens True Monarch solemnly placed the saber in Yang Yan’s hands.

"Thank you, pre..." Yang Yan began to speak, but suddenly, Nine Heavens True Monarch pointed a finger at his forehead.

Bang—

Blood-colored light exploded violently at his forehead, lingering for a long time.

In an instant, Yang Yan felt his world entirely enveloped by this blood-red radiance.

As the glow gradually faded, Yang Yan swayed and fell unconscious to the ground.

The Nine Heavens True Monarch revealed a playful smile, looking at the prone Yang Yan and said, "Good lad, the real test has just begun. Whether you comprehend it is up to you."

At this time, Yang Yan’s consciousness still lingered.

Hearing the words of the Nine Heavens Scripture, he felt speechless.

He had just woken up for a few minutes, and now he fainted again, it was truly desperate!

As Yang Yan felt helpless inside, the darkness around him started to shake violently.

With a jolt, Yang Yan found himself in the depths of the universe.

Stars shone all around him, as he stood beneath the lonely starry sky, feeling boundless power surging within.

And Earth was not far away, glowing with blue light.

In his confusion, an icy voice echoed in his ear: "Yang Yan, so what if you become immortal, today your most beloved will die before your eyes."

"Celestial Demon King, weren’t you dead?" Yang Yan was taken aback seeing the figure before him.

It was the Celestial Demon King he had killed in the past!

Except now, he stood alive and overflowing with Demonic Qi, showing a sinister smile in front of him.

The Celestial Demon King brazenly said, "My Demon Race is immortal; how could you kill me? Now, I’ll let you suffer for a lifetime."

With that, he raised his hand to kill the woman in his grasp.

"Yang Yan, save me."

The woman was none other than Zhou Hanyun.

Her face filled with fear, she looked at Yang Yan in despair, pleading bitterly.

Yang Yan shouted, "No!"

Yet, he could do nothing to stop it as warm blood splattered across his face.

Zhou Hanyun’s lifeless eyes stared at Yang Yan, as if questioning why he didn’t save her.

"Bastard! Damned bastard!" Yang Yan yelled in rage, "I’ll kill you, I will."

In his agonizing cries, the power within him exploded as he grasped the World-Ending Demon Spear, ready to attack the Celestial Demon King.

However, amidst the Celestial Demon King’s wild laughter, the scene changed again before his eyes.

This time, an unfamiliar shadow appeared in front of Yang Yan, but he recognized the woman being strangled by her neck.

It was Jian Mingyin...

The shadow gave Yang Yan a sinister smile, exerting force as Jian Mingyin’s mouth bled slightly.

The scene changed once more.

Now before Yang Yan was Mo Lian. Without giving Yang Yan time to react, he mercilessly killed Han Ruyu.

Zhou Hanyu... Becky... Dawn...

Dead, dead... They’re all dead!

Seeing one beloved and family member after another die in his presence, Yang Yan was gradually driven to despair.

"Aaahhh——"

He clutched his head, falling to his knees with a thud, releasing a cry of pain and despair, his voice rupturing to the point of bleeding.

Repeatedly witnessing those he wished to protect perish before him, utterly helpless, his heart felt as if it were being ripped apart.