Chapter 1589: Three Thousand Incarnations

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1589: Three Thousand Incarnations

The life-saving techniques Fu Xi and Shennong left for him, of course, Yang Yan kept.

In a flash, Yang Yan arrived beyond Earth.

Standing proudly beneath the starry sky, Yang Yan raised his eyes to gaze at the vastness of the faraway cosmos, a hint of resolve visible in his eyes.

Then, his figure transformed into a streak of light flying towards the Burial Star Realm.

With the enhancement of the Time and Space Laws, it took merely half a day for Yang Yan to reach the edge of the Burial Star Realm.

The Burial Star Realm was once ravaged by an Immortal Emperor who used Great Divine Techniques to extract the energy of this region, extinguishing its stars and annihilating all life.

Over endless millennia, countless remnants of planets collided under the force of gravity, turning into a graveyard of cosmic cadavers.

Although its size could no longer be called a star realm, it was still vast, comparable to a hundred Wandering Dragon Stars combined.

Yang Yan’s gaze turned slightly heavy, just upon arriving around the Burial Star Realm, he felt a subtle death energy corroding his mortal body.

And the deeper he went, the denser this death energy grew, almost becoming tangible.

Though it had no impact on Yang Yan’s True Immortal body, the Void-Devouring Tiger was only at the early stage of the Saint Realm.

This death energy’s corrosion would likely affect its foundation.

Yang Yan no longer lingered, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards their designated location.

His shape hadn’t yet reached, but Yang Yan stopped abruptly, for not far ahead appeared a cultivator garbed in a red robe.

The red-robed cultivator hoarsely said, "You are Yang Yan, aren’t you? You’re impressive, very impressive. If it weren’t for the Demon Emperor’s orders, I would’ve been tempted to make you a member of the Demon Race."

The red-robed cultivator observed for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes, then chuckled softly:

"Hahaha! Unexpectedly, what was believed to be capturing a young tiger turned out that this young tiger has already matured."

Yang Yan pressed down his worry, asked calmly, "Who are you, and why have you taken my Contracted Spirit Beast?"

The red-robed cultivator lifted his withered face and sneered at Yang Yan, "I serve under the Profound Nether Demon Emperor, known as Withered Silence True Demon. As for why I took your Contracted Spirit Beast, naturally, it was to lure you here and kill you!"

Yang Yan’s form slightly shifted, and star rivers appeared around him, intertwined with gravity and space rules.

The star rivers surged like scythes of the Death God toward the surrounding void.

From the void came a chorus of wails, with incomplete bodies plummeting down one after another.

Yang Yan snorted coldly, "The Demon Race remains insidious and cunning. Now that I’ve arrived, I advise you to release my Contracted Spirit Beast. Otherwise, I will make you taste the greatest pain in this world."

Withered Silence True Demon smirked, "You think you can kill us? Since you’re here, watch your Contracted Spirit Beast die!"

Yang Yan growled, his eyes nearly splitting, his figure flickered and was about to charge at Withered Silence True Demon.

But the next moment, Yang Yan unwillingly halted.

Behind Withered Silence True Demon, a small world opened, where the Void-Devouring Tiger floated in a blood pool.

In the blood pool, who knows what creatures were nurtured, gnawing relentlessly at the Void-Devouring Tiger’s body.

The fresh blood from the Void-Devouring Tiger continually flowed into the blood pool.

Withered Silence True Demon’s cruel voice echoed once more, "Yang Yan, dare to step forward, your Contracted Spirit Beast will suffer the agony of a thousand worms eating its heart, dying before your eyes."

Yang Yan coldly said, "What do you want in order to release my Contracted Spirit Beast!"

Withered Silence demonically replied, "It’s simple—you must die."

Yang Yan stopped wasting words, his figure turning into a streak of light madly charging towards Withered Silence True Demon.

Meanwhile, a group of black-robed cultivators appeared in front of him, Withered Silence True Demon snarled, "Never thought you were a ruthless person."

Yang Yan uttered no response, a World-Ending Demon Spear appeared in his hand, wielding his mighty power to sweep away everyone before him.

Seeing the Void-Devouring Tiger unable to shake Yang Yan’s Dao Heart, a vicious gleam flashed across Withered Silence True Demon’s eyes.

Then, the blood pool boiled, and the Void-Devouring Tiger’s flesh disappeared like snowflakes in the blood pool.

At this moment, within Withered Silence True Demon’s small world, Yang Yan’s form suddenly appeared.

Yang Yan instantly sent the already severely injured Void-Devouring Tiger into his own small world, and then the figure vanished within Withered Silence True Demon’s small world.

Before leaving Earth, Yang Yan anticipated the enemy might use the Void-Devouring Tiger as leverage to force him to submit, allowing themselves to slaughter at will.

Upon the journey, Yang Yan had already utilized Three Thousand Incarnations to send out one of his clones, lurking here all along.

Not until this moment did Yang Yan summon the hidden clone from the surroundings to rescue the Void-Devouring Tiger.

Yang Yan had no worries now, nine incarnations appeared around him, engaging in a brutal battle against those in front.

Withered Silence True Demon furiously, an immortal artifact—curved-shaped blade—materialized in his hand.

He struck at Yang Yan, below them countless skeletal remains of planets dissolved into the void.

Yang Yan’s expression darkened.

Back then, Fu Xi foresaw a powerful force obscuring prophecy, fearing it was this weapon.

From it, he sensed a familiar power of origin.

It was the power of origin that appeared upon the World-Ending Demon Spear when confronting Venerable White Bone!

Yang Yan’s heart lightly quivered, the World Tree emerged behind him.

On the leaves of the World Tree, stars swayed and star rivers floated around, conveying powerful strength to Yang Yan.

Boom—

The World-Ending Demon Spear in Yang Yan’s hand transformed into a Giant Dragon charging towards Withered Silence True Demon.

Withered Silence True Demon’s heart twitched, his curved blade met Yang Yan’s spear, radiating formidable immortal power.

Momentarily, a gray hurricane swept across the star realm.

In mere moments, the cosmic debris and countless remains in the star realm turned to dust.

The void tore apart, space blades formed by space rules rampaged through the star realm.

Withered Silence True Demon laughed, "Yang Yan, today you shall be buried here!"

His body transformed into a mass of black Demonic Qi, merging with the ravaging gray hurricane, forming a thousand-feet giant.

At the same time, the curved blade enlarged, falling into the giant’s hand, cutting down towards Yang Yan with violent momentum.

A blade light infused with potent death rules slashed towards Yang Yan.

This strike surged with boundless death energy, seemingly desiring to obliterate a realm.

This strike sought to divide life and death, splitting the human and Ghost Realms.

This strike seemingly cleaved open hell, as countless phantoms formed by death energy followed the blade light towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan retreated swiftly, recalling his dispersed incarnations and merging them.

The Three Thousand Incarnations not only allowed for three thousand transformations, each incarnation shared his cultivation and could enhance his power.