Chapter 1590: Rest Assured

Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590: Rest Assured

In the void, countless tiny sword auras were born out of thin air and merged into the Star River around Yang Yan, eventually shrinking to engrave on the World-Ending Demon Spear of Yang Yan.

At this moment, Yang Yan received the blessing of multiple forces.

His body stretched out, transforming into a hundred-meter giant, and a blood-colored crown formed by the Slaughter Rule appeared above his head.

As the World-Ending Demon Spear moved in his hand, it seemed to wield the Power of the Star River.

On the spear tip, multiple Laws that Yang Yan had comprehended, such as space, time, and gravity, condensed into Divine Patterns and flickered upon it.

Approaching the incoming blade aura.

Boom!

The point of collision between the two shattered the void, releasing streams of bright red liquid.

That wasn’t blood, it was thunder, thunder carrying the murderous intent of sentient beings.

The power of Yang Yan and the Withered Silence True Demon had already surpassed what this universe could bear.

The Heavenly Dao sensed it and, to maintain the normal operation of the world, descended the murderous intent of sentient beings.

Among the thunder, the figures of all beings emerged, the murderous intent of mortals, the grievances of all beings, falling upon the two.

Behind Yang Yan, the branches of the World Tree gently swayed, countless branches forming a large umbrella floating above Yang Yan’s head, shielding him.

However, the Withered Silence True Demon on the opposite side didn’t have such fortune.

He barely maintained his body, constantly urging the Immortal Artifact in his hand to chop down the thunder descending upon him.

But as more thunder fell, even the World Tree couldn’t completely block all the thunder.

Yang Yan, holding the World-Ending Demon Spear, shattered the leaking thunder with one blow.

At this moment, the Withered Silence True Demon could no longer maintain his thousand-meter body, shrinking down to the same size as Yang Yan, only then barely blocking the falling thunder.

A thought crossed Yang Yan’s mind, and he flew toward the Withered Silence True Demon with the World-Ending Demon Spear, the spear now carrying lethal thunder and the blood-colored thunder, sweeping towards the Withered Silence True Demon.

The Withered Silence True Demon at this moment was furious beyond measure.

Thunder is a supreme positive thing, and for their Demon Race it is the most virulent poison.

Now with Yang Yan harassing beside him, even though the Withered Silence True Demon is at the True Immortal realm, he struggled to endure.

He harbored a desire to retreat.

After again blocking Yang Yan’s attack, the Withered Silence True Demon flashed, fleeing into the void.

But how could Yang Yan let this chance slip?

In Yang Yan’s hand appeared a Jade Pendant, which he forcefully crushed, revealing an ancient aura filled finger appearing in the void, descending onto a spot in space.

This was the life-saving technique left by Fu Xi for him upon leaving Earth.

In an instant, the void there shattered, and the Withered Silence True Demon with a damaged body fell out of the void.

A cold smile flickered at Yang Yan’s lips, as he threw the World-Ending Demon Spear towards the Withered Silence True Demon.

The Withered Silence True Demon hurriedly struck out a blade aura at the World-Ending Demon Spear.

The blade aura flickered, only slightly obstructing for a moment, but shattered in the next instant.

The World-Ending Demon Spear didn’t lose speed, piercing fiercely into the body of the Withered Silence True Demon.

"Ah——"

The Withered Silence True Demon’s body gradually dried up, his soul light dimmed, and his face twisted hideously.

The Withered Silence True Demon snarled, "Even if I die, I won’t let you off easily!"

He then prepared to explode his Small World.

Yang Yan’s gaze focused, and the World Tree’s branches instantly broke his Primordial Spirit.

The Withered Silence True Demon thus perished, and when the World Tree’s branches emerged from his body, they brought with them a ball pulsing with gentle light.

However, the crescent-shaped Immortal Artifact shattered the void and fled to unknown whereabouts.

Yang Yan naturally recognized that glowing sphere as the Rule Origin he had obtained on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Only, this Rule Origin was much larger than the one back then, about the size of a human head.

This Rule Origin contained a highly concentrated Death Rule, but Yang Yan hadn’t yet mastered such a rule, looked it over carefully, and then put it away.

Rule Origin does not only emerge from the world, but also when True Immortals or cultivators above fall, they condense Rule Origin.

However, the Rule Origin condensed by cultivators relates to the rules they have mastered, unlike that born from the world, which includes all Three Thousand Rules.

Back then, after the Venerable White Bone’s fall, Yang Yan didn’t have time to collect the Rule Origin, and it shattered with Venerable White Bone’s Small World, returning to the heavens and earth.

Yang Yan opened his Small World, his figure flashed and entered within.

Now, besides life forms belonging to his Small World not yet born, Yang Yan’s Small World had become extremely complete.

The Spiritual Qi within was dense, with subtle Immortal Qi wafting around, Spiritual Springs scattered at places rich in Spiritual Qi throughout the world.

At the moment, the Void-Devouring Tiger was soaking in one of the Spiritual Springs within.

Yang Yan’s figure appeared around the Void-Devouring Tiger, feeling relieved seeing its body gradually recovering under the nourishment of the Spiritual Spring and numerous Immortal Elixirs.

Yang Yan extended his Spiritual Sense to examine the Void-Devouring Tiger, seeing its internal injuries continually improving.

Meanwhile, its Spiritual Sense also was no longer utterly weak, gradually regaining some vitality.

Yang Yan contemplated for a moment, again adding plenty of Spiritual Medicine into the Spiritual Spring, muttering to himself, "This time you can count your misfortune as a blessing, you should rest well here, Yang Yan’s brothers aren’t to be bullied by just anyone."

That crescent-shaped Immortal Artifact sliced through the void all the way into the Hidden Sect’s Small World.

Only a short moment after, it arrived before Profound Nether.

Profound Nether frowned slightly, naturally understanding that the cultivators he dispatched had already perished.

Profound Nether cursed under his breath, "Truly a bunch of fools, unable to achieve success but more than capable of ruining things."

The cultivators around him recoiled under his violent power’s shockwave, spitting blood but not daring to say anything.

At this moment, blood traces again emerged upon Profound Nether’s body.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, Fu Xingyun roared, "Profound Nether, immediately kill Yang Yan, or I will rather explode my Primordial Spirit and destroy this body, ruining your plan."

Profound Nether frowned deeply, his mind immersed in his Sea of Consciousness, coldly saying:

"Hmm! Do not threaten me, whether to kill him or not is my freedom, not up to you to command here."

Profound Nether felt his tone was too harsh, in order to prevent Fu Xingyun from recklessly disrupting his grand plan.

He gently consoled, "Set your mind at ease, you and I are one, he killed your son; such a deep-seated hatred I’ll naturally avenge for you, but right now, I’ve just attempted an assassination on him."

"At this moment, he probably has defenses secretly prepared, trying another assassination might only fail again."

"It’s not that I’m unwilling to avenge you. It’s just that we need to wait for the right moment; rest assured, I will fulfill your wish sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xingyun ceased his uproar.

Seeing Fu Xingyun’s emotions calming down, Profound Nether solemnly addressed the surrounding cultivators, "How is the preparation of the blood meal, has the Dark Child infiltrated within?"