Chapter 1511: The Crisis on the Heaven-moving Race Member

Chapter 1511: Chapter 1511: The Crisis on the Heaven-moving Race Member

Yang Yan’s figure flickered, and after several Instant Teleportations, he arrived on the immense body of the Heaven-moving Race cultivator.

Although he had seen the situation on this gigantic body from afar, getting closer still deeply shook Yang Yan.

He hadn’t expected that the sweat on the body of the Heaven-moving Race seemed like towering trees, and the skin resembled cracked earth.

In the places where dense Spiritual Medicine originally grew there was now nothing but withered remnants.

Gazing upon all this, Yang Yan couldn’t help but think of the ancient Huaxia legend of the god Pangu.

This body seemed like Pangu who created the heavens and the earth, with its blood and sweat turning into rivers, its skin into land, and its hair becoming towering trees.

Yang Yan secretly speculated, could it be that the great Pangu from ancient mythology was actually a Great Power of the Heaven-moving Race?!

Yang Yan was shocked by his own thoughts.

Shaking his head, he let out a bitter laugh.

This is somehow possible...

After all, Fu Xi, Shennong truly existed, so the appearance of a Pangu wouldn’t be surprising.

The only thing Yang Yan found hard to accept was that the deity Pangu was such a powerful entity from the Heaven-moving Race.

Just as Yang Yan was lamenting, his brow suddenly furrowed, and his expression grew wary.

The Void beside Yang Yan fluctuated, as a cultivator with rich Blood Qi transformed into a stream of light, rushing at Yang Yan with a frenzied momentum.

Yang Yan’s lips curled into a cold smile.

With a flash of light in his hand, the World-Ending Demon Spear appeared out of thin air.

With Immortal Power surging at the spear’s tip, accompanied by a sharp tearing sound, that figure was caught off guard, and after a scream, was ripped apart like a rag.

Since entering this body, Yang Yan had been alert to looming dangers, yet he hadn’t expected such a terrifying opponent to exist here.

Moreover, it hardly engaged in conversation, opting to attack directly and fatally with no reservations.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but thank his fortuitousness.

Fortunately, he was prepared in advance, and with the powerful force of the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand, he managed to withstand this deadly attack and turn the tables.

If the opponent hadn’t underestimated him and assumed that a single strike would definitively succeed, Yang Yan thought even if he ultimately won, he wouldn’t be unscathed.

Yang Yan released his Spiritual Sense to search the surroundings, and finding no other potential ambushers, he calmed his nerves and slowly approached the corpse split in two halves.

Upon closer examination, Yang Yan’s face grew graver.

This corpse had no Spiritual Power fluctuations, and its Sea of Consciousness was dry without any trace of a soul...

Is this a soulless puppet?

Yang Yan frowned and pondered for a while but couldn’t ascertain the answer.

Therefore, Yang Yan rose, gripping the World-Ending Demon Spear firmly, and proceeded forward.

Meanwhile, he broadened his Spiritual Sense to cover every inch of his surroundings, ready to react at the earliest misstep of any kind.

As he ventured deeper, Yang Yan’s Spiritual Sense finally detected a hint of danger.

Yet relying on the terrifying lethality of the World-Ending Demon Spear, Yang Yan again shot down the puppet daring to ambush him.

In this manner, Yang Yan advanced, successfully eliminating a total of eight ambushing puppets.

Ultimately, at the ninth ambush, Yang Yan took a risk and refrained from using the World-Ending Demon Spear to defeat the puppet entirely; instead, merely severing an arm, hoping to take one alive to probe the truth here.

Even though these puppets had their souls extracted, they retained a fighting instinct and were quite strong, offering a chance for clues.

Yet, this captive was hard-won.

Though it lost an arm directly, it triggered a savage response.

Spending a whole quarter of an hour, Yang Yan finally managed to cut off its limbs and use the Power of Space to subdue it.

Yang Yan used his Spiritual Sense for a detailed investigation, seeing his brow furrow even deeper.

Similar to the previous eight puppet cultivators he defeated, this one was also devoid of Blood Qi and Spiritual Power.

He also rigorously checked the Sea of Consciousness, finding no sign of a soul, rather it was enveloped in dense murderous aura.

As if the entire Sea of Consciousness was constructed from murderous aura.

With no limbs, it continuously attempted to bite the Spatial Cage with its teeth.

Yang Yan’s expression turned conflicted, caught in a dilemma.

Since entering this immense body, Yang Yan had already sensed the blood-colored Evil Qi silently eroding his body and soul.

Luckily, his Wish Power entwined his being, preventing any influence.

Upon arriving here, Yang Yan’s dispersed Spiritual Sense vaguely sensed even more terrifying presences.

These entities were exuding a murderous aura that soared to the sky, causing a chilling sensation to deeply stimulate his nerves even from afar.

Despite Yang Yan’s great distance from them, and although they wouldn’t lock onto him if he stayed away, the Blood Qi pressure still reduced his momentum by twenty percent...

Yang Yan gazed upon the distant soaring Blood Qi, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Silent for a moment, he stepped out of the Heaven-moving Race cultivator’s body.

Enough!

He truly lacked the confidence to venture and explore to satisfy his curiosity.

Comparatively, even though outside this body a vast amount of space fissures filled the area, it was far safer than the unknown perils within this body.

Yang Yan took one last deep look at this body before flying afar.

After a long time, that body revealed several dry figures with extremely robust aura.

As these figures emerged, the space before them shattered into pieces.

Suddenly, one figure looked at the detained puppet cultivator and spoke: "This person bears the aura of the Immortal Realm and emanates an Eternal Aura, best not meddle with."

Another figure immediately voiced skepticism: "But this person’s cultivation is exceedingly weak; exterminating them is the best choice to avoid hindering our race’s grand plans."

As the latter’s words ended, another figure continued: "Currently, our race is at a crucial juncture, best to avoid further trouble. Since the opponent retreated knowing well, let this cease, forge goodwill."

Seeing these figures nodding collectively, they seemed to operate as one.

They gave Yang Yan’s departing direction a long look before retreating back into the giant body.

A moment later, the tremendous body of the Heaven-moving Race appeared to quiver, its surrounding space fissures rapidly increasing before it slowly disappeared into the Void.

However, when these formidable beings emerged, Yang Yan had already relentlessly shattered the Void, employing all his spatial strength to swiftly flee at maximum speed from this terrifying area.

Thus, behind him, Yang Yan remained unaware of all these occurrences.