Chapter 1509: Bloodthirsty Mad Saber

Chapter 1509: Chapter 1509: Bloodthirsty Mad Saber

"Go kill them!"

At that moment, a voice full of temptation appeared in his mind.

"Tear them all limb from limb, avenge her!" The voice continued to tempt Yang Yan.

Yang Yan raised his bewildered head, glaring with bloodshot eyes, and hysterically shouted, "Who are you, who are you really?"

The ethereal voice suddenly burst into laughter, "Who I am is not important, but I can give you the power to kill them! Just pick me up, and you can avenge those you love."

The Blood Saber given by the Nine Heavens True Monarch had somehow appeared in front of Yang Yan, still entirely crimson but exuding a sinister aura.

"Kill kill kill!"

Yang Yan’s eyes were filled with bloodlust as he stepped towards the Blood Saber before him.

The moment Yang Yan grabbed the Blood Saber, it erupted with a dazzling light that made it hard to keep one’s eyes open.

Simultaneously, a tremendous murderous aura spread out, seemingly occupying the entire space.

Yang Yan’s mind was now filled only with murderous intent, infinite murderous intent.

His rationality vanished, muttering to himself: "Kill kill kill."

Black mist swirled around him, with demon patterns appearing and vanishing on his body; he was now like a Demon God who had returned from the abyss, a slaughtering Blood Saber.

Yang Yan swung the saber madly, and no one knew what he was seeing at that moment.

In Yang Yan’s eyes were the Celestial Demon King, Mo Lian... and the arrogant smiles of those executioners.

"Yes, just like that, kill, kill, kill," the voice full of temptation echoed continuously in Yang Yan’s mind.

Outside, the Nine Heavens True Monarch looked at the unconscious Yang Yan on the ground, his face devoid of a smile, only filled with deep concern.

At this moment, wisps of black mist occasionally emerged from Yang Yan’s body, rose into the air, and returned into his body.

The Nine Heavens True Monarch shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself, "It still didn’t work."

In the darkness, Yang Yan continued his tireless slaughter.

His eyes were fierce due to the killing, his once handsome face now grotesquely twisted.

As the slaughter continued, the black mist around him grew thicker, as if it were slowly consuming him.

"Idiot, you can’t even resist such a simple temptation." A cool voice suddenly sounded in Yang Yan’s mind.

Simultaneously, a refreshing sensation spread from his heart to every part of his body.

Instantly, Yang Yan’s mind, previously occupied by murderous intent, gained a moment of clarity.

"Hanyun, you’re... not dead?" Yang Yan clutched his head, his expression pained as he asked.

"Hmm!" Jian Mingyin’s cool voice sounded once again, "Idiot, I will never die."

"No, she is already dead, this is an illusion, don’t be fooled, only by killing them can you avenge her."

Before Jian Mingyin could finish speaking, the voice sounded once more.

Jian Mingyin, at that moment in the Land of Slaughter, snorted coldly, "Constantly dispel one’s desires, and the heart naturally becomes calm, purify the heart, and the spirit clears. Naturally, the six desires do not arise, and the three poisons vanish."

Jian Mingyin’s voice was like the morning bell and evening clarion, each word striking Yang Yan’s mind, resonating with his spirit.

If Fu Xi were present, he would surely be surprised.

This was the Daoist Purifying Heart Technique, but with rhythmic chanting, it could unleash its inherent power.

With the repeated chanting of the Purifying Heart Technique, Yang Yan’s spiritual consciousness grew clearer, and the murderous intent within his mind faded like the tide.

The black mist enveloping him also dissipated, and the demon pattern gradually receded into his body, disappearing without a trace.

"No—"

The voice that was tempting Yang Yan let out a final scream before vanishing painfully.

Yang Yan slowly opened his eyes, and the figure of the Nine Heavens True Monarch appeared in his view, from blurry to clear.

The surroundings were just as they were when Yang Yan first arrived here.

"Congratulations, you’ve passed the trial, and now the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber completely belongs to you. It truly wasn’t easy!"

The Nine Heavens True Monarch looked at the awakened Yang Yan with a face full of relief and spoke with a tone of eased tension.

Yang Yan lowered his head to look at the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber in his hand, which now had a restrained divine brilliance, lacking the earlier ferocious aura.

It lay in his hand like an ordinary blade, not even feeling any hint of power.

"Thank you, Nine Netherworld Queen." Yang Yan gazed towards the sky, muttering as if speaking to himself.

Initially, it had been Jian Mingyin’s voice, but in the end, Yang Yan clearly realized it was not Jian Mingyin, but Nine Netherworld Queen Nie Suyuan!

Yang Yan’s intuition was correct.

At that moment, Nie Suyuan, after repeatedly chanting the Purifying Heart Technique for him, eventually succumbed to exhaustion and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This guy really doesn’t let people worry!" She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, speaking weakly.

However, on her face, akin to a millennia-old ice mountain, there appeared a curious blend of relief and affection.

Then her form wavered, losing balance, and she toppled forward.

At that moment, a tall, handsome, and graceful figure caught Nie Suyuan swiftly with his arms.

Looking at her pale, bloodless face, his exceptionally handsome face showed a wave of distress.

"Little sister, why do you do this? Come, let’s go home." The man gazed at Nie Suyuan’s face, speaking to himself.

Crack!

An unexpected thunderclap sounded, and with its echo, a massive bronze door appeared before the man and Nie Suyuan.

This enormous bronze door was covered with inscrutable inscriptions.

On both doors, the Four Spirits hovered above, with dragons and phoenixes auspiciously perched, the white tiger roaring in the forest, the Black Tortoise returning to the sea, utterly majestic!

As the man turned, intending to leave with Nie Suyuan, Fu Xi’s plain yet profound voice sounded from behind.

"Nie, are you taking her away willingly?"

Upon hearing Fu Xi’s words, the man paused, his gaze filled with murderous intent as he turned back, "Fu Xi, considering our years of acquaintance, I advise you not to meddle. This is an affair of the Immortal Realm!"

After speaking, he carried Nie Suyuan into the bronze door, disappearing from sight.

As he stepped through it, the bronze door slowly closed, then flashed with light, transforming into starry dots, fading without a trace.

Fu Xi shook his head and said, "Yang Yan, this is as far as I can assist you, the rest is up to you."

Upon saying this, he too disappeared.

The world once again returned to its usual tranquility.

However, the current Yang Yan was unaware of the events occurring in the slaughtering battlefield.

He was now immersed in the joy of obtaining the new treasure.

The Bloodthirsty Mad Saber fit him perfectly, seemingly crafted to order.

Just as back on Earth, when holding Star Night, it felt.

When Yang Yan held it, it felt as though it had become a part of his body, an extension of himself.

Where the blade pointed, his will followed.

Unyielding and unstoppable, crushing all obstacles.