Chapter 1587: That’s Not Certain

Chapter 1587: Chapter 1587: That’s Not Certain

Although Yang Yan was now only at the peak of the Saint Realm, his physical body had already reached the level of a True Immortal.

If he were to run into an existence of the same level as Venerable White Bone again, he wouldn’t be as powerless as back then, needing to borrow the World Tree’s power just to kill the opponent.

The Eight-Nine Profound Skill Yang Yan obtained didn’t only contain the cultivation method, but also the Immortal Elixirs required for each layer, as well as Pill Formulas.

But when he thought of the Immortal Elixirs required for each breakthrough, Yang Yan couldn’t help feeling a headache.

His current assets were comparable to those of a True Immortal, yet all his resources were only barely enough for cultivating the second layer.

As for the resources needed afterwards, some Immortal Elixirs were ones Yang Yan had never even heard of, let alone talk about collecting them.

No wonder the path of Cultivation thirsted so intensely for resources, to the point that people often fought bitterly over them, stirring up endless bloodshed.

Yang Yan sighed inwardly, staring at Jian Qingchen’s grave, silent for a long time.

Once Jian Qingchen’s obsession dissipated, Yang Yan’s body withdrew from that grave-world.

Yang Yan stood before Jian Qingchen’s grave for quite a while, bowed deeply toward the tomb, and then left this place.

A few days later, Yang Yan completed the final test in Black Stone Valley.

He mastered numerous Ancient Pill Formulas; Jian Mingyin had long told him that this so-called test was just a formality, performed for those watching from the shadows.

So he picked the simplest pill among them and hurriedly ended the test.

At the same time, when Yang Yan finished the test, Jian Wuming announced that Jian Mingyin was officially expelled from the Jian Family, severing all ties with them for all eternity.

But anyone with eyes could see this was just for show to outsiders.

In reality, Jian Mingyin wasn’t affected in the slightest and was still treated the same as before within the Jian Family.

Although she no longer had the support of clan resources, Jian Wuming had already gifted her a large stockpile of resources beforehand, enough for her to cultivate to the peak of the Saint Realm.

As for the resources needed thereafter, they naturally fell to Yang Yan.

Jian Wuming said to Yang Yan, "Those resources are my daughter’s dowry. As for the resources later on—since you’re her dào-lǚ, surely you won’t fail to provide for her?"

Yang Yan of course agreed readily.

Yang Yan and Jian Mingyin only stayed in the Jian Family for a few days before hastily returning to Earth.

Zhou Hanyun was now pregnant, and Yang Yan truly couldn’t feel at ease.

Although only a few short days had passed on Earth, Yang Yan was still deeply worried.

Jian Wuming did not obstruct them, simply letting Yang Yan and the others leave.

Watching Yang Yan and the others depart, Jian Wuming said gravely, "I hope your journey is safe. This starry sky has already fallen into utter chaos."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the starry sky, seeing scenes of living beings plunged into misery among the stars.

At this moment, within an Exotic Space where the Hidden Sect was located, beside a barrier in front of a group of black-robed figures and red-robed cultivators—

Fu Wushen’s face flickered with black Demonic Qi, and blood-red light flashed in his eyes.

Vaguely, the vision of mountains of corpses and a Blood Sea surfaced.

The place Fu Wushen now stood in was extremely special.

The black-robed figures and red-robed cultivators around him were arranged like the stars in a great Circulation, encircling him.

Fu Wushen let out a low voice, "Still not enough, still not enough... Has the blood food not been delivered yet?"

A red-robed cultivator at his side said respectfully, "Lord Demon Emperor, I’ve already sent people out to search. The blood food will arrive very soon."

Fu Wushen snorted coldly; blood marks suddenly appeared all over his body as he said,

"This body is too frail. I need a huge amount of blood food to restore my cultivation. Hurry and find me a massive quantity of blood food."

His gaze turned to the barrier before him, to a mass of black mist beyond it, and he said, "Chaos, when will my master be able to awaken?"

The black mist let out a sinister laugh. "Profound Nether, don’t be anxious. My master is not far from awakening. You’d best first collect a vast amount of blood food for my master, to prepare in advance for the restoration of his strength!"

Profound Nether said coldly, "My affairs don’t need you worrying about them. Just mind your own business."

Profound Nether’s expression suddenly changed; his already unstable body abruptly cracked, black blood flowing out in streams.

Profound Nether hurriedly used his own power to suppress himself.

A moment later, Profound Nether opened his eyes, face deathly pale. Chaos laughed, "What’s wrong, you still haven’t completely suppressed that ant inside your body?"

Profound Nether snorted. "This is none of your concern. You may leave now."

Chaos gave him a cold look, then laughed loudly as he left the barrier’s side.

Seeing Chaos depart, Profound Nether said to one of the red-robed cultivators nearby, "Lead a squad of Demon Race cultivators and look for an opportunity to kill Yang Yan."

Profound Nether took out a weapon overflowing with dense Immortal Power. It was shaped like a curved blade, with countless wronged souls entwined upon it.

Profound Nether continued, "This weapon was forged back then by the Demon God. It contains a trace of the Demon God’s power and can conceal your auras. Go. If you fail, don’t bother coming back."

The red-robed cultivator received the curved blade respectfully and withdrew with a bow.

Profound Nether then sank his mind into his sea of consciousness and said to Fu Wushen’s Primordial Spirit, "You still refuse to give up? Do you really think I don’t dare erase you?"

Fu Wushen let out a miserable laugh. "I now have nothing left. It’s all because I once foolishly believed you devils’ promises of power, ending up as I am today. I hate you!"

"But I’m not resigned, I’m not resigned! Yang Yan killed my only son. I want him to pay with his life."

"As long as you kill him, my Primordial Spirit will be yours to devour. Otherwise, since we share one body, I’ll self-detonate my Primordial Spirit before I let you have your way."

Profound Nether snorted coldly, then withdrew his mind from the sea of consciousness.

From his sea of consciousness came Fu Wushen’s desolate voice: "Child, I’ve failed you. It’s your father who is powerless."

At this moment, Yang Yan had already returned to Earth.

The Void-Devouring Tiger, wandering idly outside Earth, saw Yang Yan arriving with Jian Mingyin and couldn’t help its eyes lighting up.

Its figure flashed and it appeared before Yang Yan, grinning as it said, "What now, bringing back another one? Aren’t you afraid the house is going to blow up?"

Yang Yan, face full of black lines, looked at the Void-Devouring Tiger and said with a strange smile, "Are you itching for a beating? How about we have a little practice some other day?"

The Void-Devouring Tiger said awkwardly, "You guys carry on, I just remembered I’ve got something to do. I’ll be off first!"

The Void-Devouring Tiger slipped into the Void and disappeared in an instant.

Jian Mingyin chuckled softly. "Haven’t seen him for years, yet Hu is still such a clown. Yang Yan, tell me, when I get to Earth, the elder sisters won’t be upset, will they?"

Yang Yan said awkwardly, "They shouldn’t... After all, it was Hanyun who asked me to bring you back."

Jian Mingyin laughed lightly. "That’s not necessarily true, you know!"

Imagining the women at home fighting out of jealousy, Yang Yan instantly felt his head swell.

As they spoke, Yang Yan had already entered the little Immortal Realm on Earth.