Chapter 1516 440: Yan Family Secret Technique, How Could It All Be Him! (6k)_3

He really didn't feel like reminiscing with Zhao Muye any longer, so he hastily paid his respects and then urged the flying ship straight into the clouds, disappearing in the night almost instantly.

Zhao Muye stared at the distant point of light, his brows tightly furrowed, murmuring to himself: "Changed... indeed, after experiencing certain things, a person really can change this much..."

He shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly froze—two figures had somehow appeared behind him, standing silently in mid-air.

"Whoa!" Zhao Muye stumbled in fright, "You two came without making a sound... Wait!"

He suddenly widened his eyes, staring fiercely at Bai Xiang, "Old Bai, you knew about Zhou's matter long ago, didn't you?"

His nose was incredibly keen, as back at the Shen Family he could smell that Master Qingzhou was Zhou Qing in disguise.

Now, Zhou Qing had stayed in Yu Yan's room for three whole days; saying he didn't notice anything was unbelievable even to a three-year-old child.

Facing Zhao Muye's almost flaming gaze, Bai Xiang turned his eyes to the side where Yu Yan was.

Yu Yan stepped forward and said, "Since Zhou is willing to show his true face to you, there are certain things you should be aware of. Do you remember the last time I was afraid that my cousin sister Yu Zhu invited me?"

Zhao Muye's eyes instantly narrowed...

...

Nanhuang State · Domain of the Third Tail!

As the ruler of this domain and ranked third among the Eight Great Families, the Yan Family's foundation isn't built atop mountain peaks but hovers above a ten-thousand-foot abyss.

Three thousand six hundred floating palaces are arranged in disarray, each one hanging massive 'Spirit Binding Locks' beneath.

The pitch-black chains penetrate the sea of mist, seeming to draw upon some power from beneath the netherworld.

The prominently standing 'Yama Heavenly Palace' is no ordinary palace—it is an upside-down black pyramid.

The sharp tip pierces the Underworld Mist Sea, while the broad base supports the ominous main hall.

Unlike the Shen Family's dazzling Five-Color Array, the Yan Family's sky is covered by an invisible 'Skynet.'

True powerhouses never need flashy external objects to showcase their strength—this restraint is the epitome of absolute confidence.

This seemingly simple Skynet is an absolute forbidden sky domain, and any intruder would be torn to shreds by invisible forces.

If faced with enemies, the three thousand floating palaces turn into killing arrays, annihilating everything.

Right now, within the deepest part of that inverted pyramid, the Yan Family's ancestor—Yan Wudao, looking like dried bones, is seated on an altar.

This terrifying existence at the cusp of Supreme Realm Perfection is just half a step away from becoming Earth Venerable—yet it feels like a chasm.

In the center of the altar, two extinguished soul lamps tremble slightly, and the struggling soul fire within carries the unmistakable aura of the long-dead Yan Sen and Yama.

Soul Lamps are made by cultivators using Essence Blood as oil and Divine Soul as flame; they are both life imprints and secret treasures to prevent deceit.

In times of crisis, they can serve as life-saving guides, while on ordinary days, they are strict barriers preventing outsiders from infiltrating.

At this moment, the Yan Family Ancestor Yan Wudao suddenly opened his mouth, spraying out a mass of black blood; the viscous blood beads solidified in the air, transforming into sinister talismans.

"Rise!"

With a fierce shout, seventy-two human-skin lanterns suddenly emerged beneath the altar, spewing uncanny green ghost fire in unison, pouring into those two dwindling lamps.

The soul lamps tremble, and the originally weak and fading soul fire suddenly erupts, fiercely boiling!

Beneath the altar, Yan Family's Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming, Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian, Ninth Ancestor Yan Wuxin stood silently.

Yan Sen and Yama's parents stared intently at this scene, not daring to utter a single breath.

After all, deploying such a fate-defying secret technique is extremely perilous, and the slightest mistake would result in terrifying backlash.

If there was any other choice, the ancestor wouldn't risk it.

But the two young talents died mysteriously, and the murderers are still nowhere to be found.

This is clearly a death trap targeting the Yan Family!

If the culprits aren't unmasked, not only would more clan members suffer, but the entire Yan Family would become a laughingstock in Nanhuang State.

Shen Family?

They knew very well—neither the courage nor the reason to commit such deeds.

Their cooperation with the Liu Family was initially for the Inscription-level Divine Techniques.

Although Shen Canghai managed to escape, Zhou Qing, a big fish, was unexpectedly reeled in.

A month ago, after the intelligence came back of Yan Xiang's confrontation with Zhou Qing in the second gate of the Desolate Forbidden, the Yan Family's elites were fully dispatched, conducting a Heaven-net-like search within the Desolate Forbidden.

Their gathering here is not only to protect the ancestor but also to use bloodline as a guide for deploying the secret technique.

This forbidden technique is called 'Soul Tracing Reflection,' akin to a fleeting blossom, it can only momentarily illuminate the visage of the last person seen by the deceased.

Whether murderer or witness, there will be nowhere to hide!

"Yan Jue, Yin Jiuniang, prepare!" Yan Wudao suddenly barked.

Yan Sen's parents shook violently, without hesitation, they slapped their chests.

Two mouths of Essence Blood sprayed out, their faces instantly turned ashen.

Yan Wudao waved his sleeve, two masses of Essence Blood merged in the air, forming a dazzling blood rainbow that instantly surged into the soul lamps.

"Buzz—"

The soul lamps tremble violently, the ghostly green flame suddenly skyrocketing to three feet high, the wick erupting with dazzling blood light.

Countless intricate blood-red patterns spread across the lamp's body, writhing like living creatures.

Yan Wudao's eyes blazed with sharp brilliance: "Prepare to capture the image! The visage of the last person Sen'Er saw is about to reveal!"

Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming hurriedly took out a crystalline Imaging Stone, making a sign to activate it.

In this crucial moment, Yan Wudao's hands suddenly formed Sealing signs, fingers flying, condensing a blood-red talisman.

With a fierce push forward, the talisman transformed into a shooting light, sinking into the first soul lamp.

"Sizzle—"

The soul lamp suddenly emitted thick black mist, the swirling mist rapidly condensing into a human face.

Upon seeing this face clearly, the entire great hall instantly fell silent.