Chapter 1540: Celestial Venerable

Chapter 1540: Chapter 1540: Celestial Venerable

Hearing Yang Yan’s words, the Void-Devouring Tiger and Ao Tian glanced at each other.

They naturally believed in Yang Yan’s strength; he would never fight a battle he wasn’t sure of.

The Void-Devouring Tiger said, "Alright, Master, we’ll go ahead and scout the road for you first."

With that, its figure flickered, and it took Ao Tian with it, flying deeper into the basin.

In just a moment, the two figures vanished from the sight of the gathered cultivators.

The people behind Yang Yan saw this scene, their gazes flickering. Someone immediately roused the power within their body, wanting to pursue.

However, more of them looked at Yang Yan’s icy gaze and the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber that was still radiating a bloody glow, and couldn’t help but stop their steps.

"Yang Yan, this was discovered by all of us together. Do you intend to take it all for yourself?" someone among the cultivators shouted harshly.

Another person shouted loudly, "A masterless land like this should belong to everyone. We should explore it together, don’t you all agree?"

Hearing this, the crowd echoed him one after another, emotions running high for a time.

A trace of cold light flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes.

He noticed the speaker’s voice came from shifting positions; clearly someone was hiding in the crowd, waiting to stir up conflict.

"Everyone, let’s go at him together. Could it be he can kill us all?"

The voice of the one who’d spoken first rang out once more.

The moment Yang Yan heard the words, his eyes snapped toward a certain spot in the crowd.

At the same time, he moved—like lightning—appearing among the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The speaker was an ugly, thin cultivator.

Seeing Yang Yan suddenly appear beside him, his face changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to flee.

However, Yang Yan had never intended to give him any chance.

His saber had already been drawn. It spun once in his hand; with a backhand slash, the blade skimmed around the cultivator’s neck.

A red line of blood immediately appeared on his neck.

Vast amounts of fresh blood sprayed from his throat like a rain of blood.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning; the remaining cultivators hadn’t even reacted before he was already dead.

Yang Yan’s sharp gaze swept the crowd again. He knew very well this matter wasn’t over—in fact, it was only just beginning.

Because, at the moment that cultivator died, he had clearly cast a pleading look in a certain direction.

Yang Yan could be sure that this man was nothing but a chess piece; the real player was someone else entirely.

Watching yet another person die before their eyes, these geniuses of all races felt a chill rise in their hearts.

The man before them was far too terrifying.

He killed when he said he would kill, like a Demon King crawling up from hell.

A cultivator pointed at Yang Yan with a trembling hand and said, "Yang Yan, do you intend to make an enemy of the Ten Thousand Races of the world?"

At these words, Yang Yan threw his head back in laughter, unrestrained and bold to the extreme.

His cold gaze swept across the foreign cultivators before him as he said loudly, "So it’s fine for you ’county magistrates’ to set fires, but we ’commoners’ can’t even light a lamp? The real reason the Ten Thousand Races have appeared this time is something everyone knows in their hearts—you’re here for our Human Race."

"Since that’s the case, what of it if I, Yang Yan, become the enemy of the Ten Thousand Races of this world? You show no benevolence, so don’t blame us for showing no righteousness."

Someone else spoke again, voice full of hatred: "If you insist on this path, there will be no place for you in this universe." ℴ

Yang Yan’s expression didn’t change; the corner of his mouth curled in a slight smile. "With just me and my saber, there is nowhere in this world I cannot go. With just you lot, you still can’t stop me."

When he finished, he held the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber horizontally before him. The blade trembled, blood light surging, fully expressing his resolute attitude.

"If anyone is unconvinced, step out. We’ll let strength do the talking."

When Yang Yan’s words fell, no one dared to answer, and no one dared to step forward.

Because Yang Yan’s strength was right there before their eyes. In front of him, they were like cabbages on a chopping block, completely at his mercy.

"Good. Since that’s the case, I’ll be going!" Yang Yan turned and left, rapidly advancing in the direction where the Void-Devouring Tiger and Ao Tian had gone.

In no time his figure vanished, leaving behind only one sentence: "Whoever crosses this line will only find death."

Although Yang Yan had already disappeared, no one dared to take a single step forward.

The crowd looked at one another, each seeking counsel from the others.

They had originally all been prodigies of their respective races, yet now before Yang Yan they could only grit their teeth and submit; no one dared to act rashly.

Just as everyone was at a loss for what to do, a tremendous sound suddenly rang out.

The crowd hastily looked toward the direction the sound had come from.

They saw that the originally clear sky was now covered in dark clouds, thunder rolling, truly shocking to behold.

Amid the thunder and lightning, the Void suddenly twisted violently.

Within the distorted rift in the Void, a troop stepped out, Shattering Void, appearing before everyone.

What was astonishing was that every single person in this troop was at the Semi-Saint level.

Matched with the Ancient Magical Beasts beneath them, their aura was suffocating.

With a single roar from the Magical Beasts, these people came to a halt.

Just as everyone thought it was over, a massive carriage suddenly appeared in the sky, drawn by a type of Magical Beast that looked like both dragon and horse.

A well-informed cultivator suddenly cried out in shock, "That is... the Dragon Horse, a divine artifact from the Ancient Times! But hasn’t this Divine Beast already vanished? How can it appear here?!"

Hearing his words, everyone else drew in a sharp breath without exception.

How exalted must one be to use a Dragon Horse to draw their carriage?!

Unbelievable—utterly unbelievable...

The cultivator who had first recognized the Dragon Horse suddenly exclaimed, "Ten thousand men clearing the way, Dragon Horse drawing the carriage! In all this world, only the Celestial Venerable of the Post-Immortal Race fits such grandeur!"

Having said that, he looked at the carriage with a face full of worship, as if seized by an urge to kneel and bow.

Celestial Venerable—Venerable above all under heaven!

Many people, upon hearing this title, couldn’t help but have this thought arise.

What sort of heaven-defying talent does it take to dare bear such a name?

Slowly, the carriage descended from the sky. People on both sides knelt along its flanks, expressions respectful and filled with adoration.

It was clear they supported the person within the carriage from the depths of their hearts, without even the slightest thought of offense.

The curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted, and a noble young lord in splendid robes, tall and straight of figure, appeared before everyone.

The instant he appeared, it was as if celestial music rang out and the sound of the Great Dao echoed forth.

A cultivator who had dealt with the Post-Immortal Race before sighed emotionally, "The Post-Immortal Race... It’s said they are the descendants of Immortals who remained in this mortal world. They are born close to the Dao, progressing with half the effort for twice the result in cultivation. Now that I see it, they truly live up to their name!"

After the Celestial Venerable stepped down, he looked at the saber mark Yang Yan had left before him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Then with a crisp snap, he opened his Jade Bone Fan and lightly traced it through the air.

Whoosh!

The blood-red saber mark began to smoke, then burst into blazing flames.

In less than a moment, it vanished without a trace.

Then, robes fluttering, the Celestial Venerable strode toward the depths of the basin, as if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, everything about him seeming so calm and unhurried.