Chapter 1599: The Spirit of the World Tree

Chapter 1599: Chapter 1599: The Spirit of the World Tree

Yang Yan’s expression changed slightly, his figure rapidly retreating, as the dark light on the large hammer had already taken shape.

Wu Tiancheng said coldly: "Boy, don’t underestimate me, let me show you my Heaven-Destroying Six Techniques."

"First Style, Heaven Slaughter!"

That dark light pierced through the void, locking onto Yang Yan’s body, in just an instant it was before Yang Yan.

Yang Yan’s expression remained unchanged, the spear tip twisted into a spear flower, three thousand galaxies appeared at his spear tip, gradually condensing into an illusory universe.

Within that universe, appeared beings formed from sword qi.

The spear tip trembled, fiercely striking that dark light.

The dark light vanished in this space in a short moment like snow encountering a blazing sun.

But the universe condensed by Yang Yan only became slightly illusory.

The universe broke free from Yang Yan’s spear tip’s control, charging towards Wu Tiancheng.

Wu Tiancheng felt a hint of origin in the attack and exclaimed, "Power of Origin! Why does a mere Saint Realm ant possess the Power of Origin?"

Yang Yan snorted coldly, not answering, controlling the illusory universe to fall upon Wu Tiancheng’s head.

Wu Tiancheng’s face changed abruptly, his mind already chaotic upon seeing Yang Yan’s Power of Origin.

Panic-stricken, he consecutively employed Godslayer and Chaotic Times, two phantom hammer shadows carrying Immortal Power fell towards the illusory universe.

Roars echoed between heaven and earth, even on the Immortal Mark Land able to withstand an Immortal Emperor’s presence, a Void Storm surged.

Note that this was a storm filled with Immortal Qi, several elders and onlookers’ faces changed dramatically.

They hurriedly used their power to set layers of barriers to block the ravaging Void Storm.

At the moment the barrier was set, a figure fell upon the barrier.

The crowd focused their gaze, seeing it was Wu Tiancheng.

At this moment Wu Tiancheng’s body was mutilated, Immortal Blood gushing out, his whole figure half-dead.

Scars covered his body, unable to heal under Yang Yan’s Power of Origin influence.

After the Void Storm scattered, a solitary figure stood in the field.

His long spear dripped blood in his hand, his robe pristine white, unaffected by dust.

It was as if he were the son of an Immortal Emperor, and Wu Tiancheng was a Lower Realm being.

The crowd was in an uproar, though many harbored hostility.

Especially the Blood Sea Immortal Emperor’s lineage cultivators, they all glared angrily at Yang Yan.

An elder standing among the Blood Sea Immortal Emperor’s lineage snorted coldly, unleashing Immortal Monarch’s aura, intending to strike Yang Yan and others.

At this moment, Elder Nie’s voice sounded, laughing loudly, "What, Old Man Wu, you want to meddle in the juniors’ duel too?"

Only then did Old Man Wu snort coldly, bringing Wu Tiancheng to his side, letting the matter rest.

Yang Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t fear this Immortal Monarch’s attack.

This person had merely stepped into the Immortal Monarch level, his aura was unstable, his Power of Origin thin.

Yang Yan was confident he could withstand the person’s attack for a moment.

Which was enough to use the life-saving techniques left by Fu Xi and Shennong.

However, such actions would make them unable to compete for the Treasure Liquid anymore.

So, Yang Yan was reluctant to use life-saving methods lightly.

Yang Yan respectfully said, "Thank you, Immortal Monarch, for relieving the dire situation for this junior."

Elder Nie stroked his beard, laughed, "Not bad, not bad, defeating this Wu Tiancheng who has reached True Immortal level while still in Saint Realm is quite difficult. You’re excellent!"

On the other side, Lin Zimu and Xu Xing’s battle also concluded.

Lin Zimu walked to Yang Yan’s side with a calm expression, nodded slightly, then stood aside without speaking.

After a moment, Xu Xing returned to their formation pale-faced.

At that moment, upon seeing Yang Yan and others, his heart was filled with dread.

Only then did Yang Yan have the opportunity to speak with Nie Suyuan.

Yang Yan conversed with Nie Suyuan for a long time and learned why no one had yet seized the Treasure Liquid.

It turned out that although the World Tree was not here, the remaining Eternal Power and Power of Origin, even for those present, was unbreakable.

Only after the Eternal Power dissipates and the Power of Origin becomes thin can they use their Immortal Emperor’s Treasure to collect the Treasure Liquid.

Speaking of this, Nie Suyuan glanced reluctantly at the Daoist Immortal Pool.

Yang Yan naturally understood, the three lineages of Immortal Realm had no Immortal Emperor’s Magical Artifact to collect the Treasure Liquid.

But differently, the other two lineages had secretly allied with other races during the ancient war, and in countless millennia of Immortal Realm closure, their ties with the Ten Thousand Races remained unbroken.

Even forming factions of alliance long ago.

But the Nine Nether Lineage differed.

Having supported humanity, they now found themselves devoid of allies.

Yang Yan lightly smiled, sending a sound transmission, "Nine Nether Princess, don’t worry, remember the World-Ending Demon Spear? It originally came from you, why not give it to you now to obtain the Treasure Liquid?"

Nie Suyuan’s face lit with surprise upon hearing.

But then Nie Suyuan decisively refused, "No! The World-Ending Demon Spear has been with you long enough, it is yours now."

"Moreover, the World-Ending Demon Spear never belonged to me; I only happened upon it."

"Now, it has found a better home, and I, Nie Suyuan, am not that fickle villain."

Yang Yan admired her, yet revealed a bitter smile at night, "Nine Nether Princess, think for yourself and your people."

"If the other two lineages acquire the Treasure Liquid, and your father cannot break free from his seal, your lineage might..."

Yang Yan stopped speaking.

Surely, Nie Suyuan understood the implications.

Nie Suyuan struggled for a moment, finally nodding helplessly, "Alright, Yang, I will accept this favor from you."

Only then did Yang Yan’s face show a hint of joy.

Ao Tian looked strangely at Yang Yan and Nie Suyuan, laughing, "What secret are you two whispering about?"

Yang Yan glared at him fiercely, saying nothing.

Nie Suyuan also raised her brow, giving him no good face.

However, what kind of person was Ao Tian, wouldn’t be affected by such demeanor.

He still smiled, thick-skinned, asking around Nie Suyuan.

Yang Yan no longer concerned himself with such matters.

Just now, the spirit within his head suddenly communicated.

Ever since the spirit taught him how to harness the World Tree’s power, it had been silent.

Now its first words brought tumultuous waves in Yang Yan’s heart.

"Yang Yan, do you want to obtain all the Treasure Liquid?"

Yang Yan forcefully suppressed his shock, calmly replied, "What, do you have a way?"

The spirit chuckled, "Of course! You know, the Daoist Immortal Pool was originally where the World Tree grew, retrieving what belonged is not difficult."

"If you agree to let me borrow your body, I can collect all the Treasure Liquid. Then you will gain unimaginable fortune!"