Fighting the Masked Man

Mandala looked at the Ancient Heavenly Emperor who had disappeared between heaven and earth. Her usually cold little face could not help but show a trace of sadness at this moment. Crystal tears floated in the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks. To her, the Ancient Heavenly Emperor was her only closest relative in this world. Now that he was gone, even the last trace of him would disappear.

At this moment, the bits of spiritual light falling between heaven and earth suddenly solidified, as if the time of this world had stopped.

Yao Yan raised his hand and clenched it, and the invisible power of reincarnation enveloped the world. Then he clenched it fiercely, imprisoning a wisp of true spirit that was about to shatter. A faint spiritual light flowed in his palm, containing a trace of the breath of the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

The condition of the Emperor of Heaven is even worse than that of the Goddess Luo. The latter at least still has a wisp of residual soul left, while the Emperor of Heaven only has some traces of his true spirit left. Even the power of reincarnation cannot revive it, and can only barely keep it immortal.

Mandala opened her eyes wide and looked at the mark of the True Spirit that Yao Yan had imprisoned. Her originally sad emotions froze at this moment, and her lips moved slightly: "You..."

"I have studied the power of reincarnation. It is not difficult to preserve the true spirit imprint of the Emperor of Heaven with it. However, I cannot truly resurrect him now. But it is not certain in the future. If one day I break through to the Holy Grade Heavenly Supreme, perhaps I can reverse reincarnation and resurrect him completely!" Yao Yan said calmly, with a calm look in his eyes.

For him, the line between life and death is blurred.

The death of the body and the shattering of the soul are not true death; only forgetting is the real death!

If one day one were to transcend the long river of time, resurrecting the deceased would be just a matter of raising one's hand. Even with a wisp of memory, one could illuminate the heavens... However, the latter reflection is somewhat terrifying. Are the heavens that are reflected still the same as before?

Or maybe it's just a fragment, a memory from the past!

The truth and falsehood have become blurred...

As his strength continued to grow, Yao Yan inexplicably understood the thoughts of those beings. If one day he could control even the cycle of life and death and the passage of time, then would everything in this world really be true? !

"Can it really be done?!" Mandala looked at Yao Yan in confusion. She had never thought of such a method.

"Who knows what will happen in the future!" Yao Yan chuckled and gathered his mind. Then the power of reincarnation in his palm solidified and turned into an invisible crystal, sealing the fragments of the ancient Heavenly Emperor's true spirit. He then handed this object to Mandala.

"Keep it as a souvenir. If I ever reach that realm, I will try to revive him!"

"...Yeah!" Mandala pursed her lips, then nodded vigorously, and carefully took the crystal from Yao Yan's hand. Her originally dim eyes now had a little more expectation. As long as there is hope, it is good, even if this hope sounds a little unrealistic.

Yao Yan curled his fingers slightly and took the Heavenly Emperor Sword into his palm. The crystal-like sword body still flashed with cold light, but compared to before, the cold light was obviously a little dimmer. Having lost the mark of the ancient Heavenly Emperor's true spirit, the power within it could no longer be maintained. Once used up, the sword would completely become a dead object.

This sword has been with the ancient Heavenly Emperor for countless years, and at its peak it was a weapon comparable to a holy item. Unfortunately, after several wars and the sealing of the Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor, the power and spirit within it have been exhausted, and even the Dao patterns have been nearly wiped out, and it no longer has the power it once had.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to use a sword~" Yao Yan held the Emperor Sword in his hand, stroking the sword with his fingers, a hint of regret in his eyes. Once the power inside the sword is exhausted, it will turn into a peerless sword embryo again, and can be recast according to the owner's wishes. Unfortunately, he is not good at using swords, so he can only refine and recast it, or integrate it into the Chaos Cauldron.

But in this case, it would be a pity to waste this peerless sword embryo!
"Forget it, I'll choose a new master for you~" He chuckled and whispered softly. It would be a pity to integrate such a sword embryo into the Chaos Cauldron. It would be better to give it to Cai Lin and let Cai Lin refine it into his own natal artifact and grow together.

As for the spiritual materials for upgrading the Chaos Cauldron, Yao Yan planned to ask Qin Tian for help. The other party still owed him a promise. After this matter was settled, he would go to Daqian Tower to fulfill it.

At this moment, Yao Yan vaguely felt a sense of being watched, and immediately looked over, and instantly locked onto an object that was between illusion and reality. It was a high-level holy object similar to a pavilion. It was not aggressive in itself, but its hiding ability was unique. If the other party had not shown up on its own initiative, he would not have been able to easily discover the other party.

“Is it the Sutra Repository that the Emperor of Heaven mentioned?” He understood clearly in his heart, and immediately raised his hand to distort the space, and flew over with the Mandala.

As they got closer, a unique spatial fluctuation appeared in the void, pulling Yao Yan and Mandala in reality into the pavilion. At the same time, a line of ancient text emerged from the front.

"You have some magical skills that I have never collected!"

Yao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking of the plot in the original book, and roughly understood the meaning of the Sutra Library. The other party was interested in his skills and magical powers, but this Sutra Library housed many top magical powers from the ancient heavenly palace. Its vision was extremely high, and only a few could be appreciated by it.

The fighting skills and martial arts he practiced in the lower planes were obviously not to his liking. The only special one was obviously the Burning Technique after his evolution.

“This Sutra Repository likes to collect all kinds of magical powers and skills. You can exchange your own magical powers and skills with it.” When Mandala saw this scene, she was worried that Yaoyan didn’t understand the meaning of the Sutra Repository, so she explained it to him.

"If you want my skills and supernatural powers, then fine. But you have to recognize me as your master and let me command you. In exchange, I can collect the supernatural skills and supernatural powers from all over the world and even the methods of cultivating the Supreme Dharmakaya for you to keep!" Yao Yan's eyes moved slightly, and then he spoke slowly.

"Om~"

The moment Yao Yan finished speaking, he was rejected by the Sutra Repository. An invisible force of space instantly squeezed in, trying to throw Yao Yan and Mandala out.

"I'm not the ancient emperor of heaven. I won't tolerate your temper." Yao Yan said lightly. A supreme majesty swept over him. He took a step forward, and surging power instantly spread out, shattering all the squeezing space force. The terrifying force shook the entire Sutra Pavilion.

His eyes were filled with chaotic light, and he instantly locked onto a direction, raised his hand and clenched it: "Come out!"

A giant chaotic hand instantly condensed from the void and reached out to a space. As the void dispersed, a big-headed doll about one meter tall was captured by the chaotic hand. The little guy was wearing a red bellyband, with a chubby belly and a big and round head, almost the same size as his body. He looked extremely funny and a little ridiculous.

"Ahhh~~" The spirit of the Sutra Repository could not speak, and waved its chubby little hands in panic to show its resistance.

Seeing this scene, Yao Yan's cold smile froze slightly, and he held the Scripture Pavilion's spirit in front of him with a bit of a smile. He didn't expect that the Scripture Pavilion's spirit was such a small thing. Although a person can't be judged by appearance, the Scripture Pavilion's spirit is really funny. What kind of thoughts did the ancient emperor have when he refined this thing to refine such a spirit!

"Don't play dumb. I don't believe you don't understand what I say. The Emperor of Heaven actually chose me to inherit the Ancient Heavenly Palace, so you should recognize me as your master. Or, do you think I am not capable of being your master yet?" Yao Yan pinched the neck of the spirit of the Sutra Repository, patted the chubby face, and threatened.

"You'd better listen to him. He is not as easy to talk to as the Emperor of Heaven. He is a notoriously cruel person in the world. If he is forced into a corner, he might really send you back to the furnace and recast you!" Mandala stood on one side and said in a fierce voice.

A notorious villain in the world? !
who? !

Yao Yan glanced at Mandala belatedly and found that the other party was his little black sheep. He was the Emperor of Heaven, when did his reputation become like this? It was simply slander. It would be better not to let him know who was spreading the rumor outside, otherwise he would definitely wipe out the other party and the forces behind him.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that after things here were dealt with, he would go find Ya Fei and ask her to find someone to promote his positive image. After all, the public is stupid and needs to be guided correctly.

The spirit of the Sutra Repository seemed to realize that the person in front of it was not easy to deal with. Its struggling movements gradually stopped, and it lowered its big head as if it had accepted its fate.

Yao Yan felt that the other party was no longer resisting, so he did not show mercy and directly imprinted his soul mark into the weapon spirit, forcing it to recognize him as the master. As the soul mark was imprinted, everything in the Sutra Library flooded into his mind.

Thirty-six peerless magical powers... One breath transforms into the Three Pure Ones, techniques and insights!

A figure resembling the ancient Heavenly Emperor sat cross-legged on the top floor of the Sutra Repository. He had the movement trajectory of the Three Pure Ones and a higher level of spiritual practice enlightenment. It was obvious that this figure was deliberately left in the Sutra Repository by the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

In addition, there are a large number of ordinary magical powers and a few top-level magical powers, as well as many skills and secrets.

“It is worthy of being the Sutra Library of the Ancient Heavenly Palace. It is not comparable to the Palace of the Western Heaven!” Yao Yan’s eyes lit up. After taking over the Ancient Heavenly Palace, he only needed to integrate it into the Heavenly Court. Then the lack of foundation of the Heavenly Court would be completely made up, and it would become a truly powerful force.

After that, he only needs to wait for a hundred years. When his disciples grow up, he can rule the world.

The big-headed doll stared at Yao Yan with a look of grievance, as if he had been inhumanly bullied. If he had not still had some backbone, he might have cried at this moment. However, that expression was really funny and made people want to laugh.

"Since you like to deduce martial arts, I'll give this method to you to study~" Yao Yan pointed and sent the "Chaos Sutra" he deduced into the mind of the spirit of the Sutra Library. This is another ability of the Sutra Library, the ability to perfect incomplete martial arts. As for to what extent the other party can complete the "Chaos Sutra", it all depends on luck.

After pondering for a while, he copied the spiritual formation diagram left by old man Tianzhen and stuffed it into the Sutra Library, while leaving behind his own deduced path and insights.

Almost instantly, the big-headed doll was no longer aggrieved. His eyes were glowing and he was completely immersed in the mysteries of the exercises. It was as if the computer had crashed. Many exercises circulated around his body and he was soon overwhelmed by the endless knowledge.

"Is it okay?" Mandala looked at the big-headed doll standing there in a daze, raised his hand and waved in front of it, then looked at Yaoyan and asked.

"It's okay, this guy is just a nerd." Yao Yan gave his evaluation, then took a look at the big-headed doll and left the Sutra Library with Mandala. This place has been refined by him, so he doesn't need to look for it deliberately to enter and exit in the future.

As for the final result of the perfection of the "Chaos Sutra", he was not looking forward to it very much. After all, only the path that he walked out of himself was the most suitable for him. Even if the spirit of the Sutra Pavilion deduced it, it would probably not be able to perfectly match him.

After leaving the Sutra Repository, Yao Yan took a step forward with Mandala, directly away from the area where the Ancient Heavenly Palace was located. Then he raised his hand and refined the entire space where the Ancient Heavenly Palace was located, and moved the entire space away from the turbulence, and then flew towards the Heaven with it.

"I have to go to the Southern Region, I have some personal matters to take care of!" Mandala leaned against Yao Yan, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Do you need help?" Yao Yan was stunned when he heard this and said.

"No need. I am capable enough to handle it now." Mandala shook her head, then clenched her fists and said in a deep voice that the grudge between her and Lu Heng was a family matter in the past. She wanted to solve it herself as a way to say goodbye to the past.

Lu Heng?
Yao Yan's eyes moved slightly. The mount of the Ancient Emperor of Heaven had been controlled by the Devouring Demon Emperor, and was now transferred away from the Tianluo Continent by the Dark Lord. Mandala's trip was doomed to be fruitless. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then you should be careful. If you really encounter any accidents, take out the crystal. There is some power I left inside that can protect you."

It would be useful for Lu Heng to keep it for the time being, but he couldn't give it to Mandala to vent his anger. It wouldn't be too late to throw it to Mandala after he had squeezed out its value.

"Okay!" Mandala did not be polite to Yao Yan. He nodded in response, then broke away from Yao Yan's protection, turned into a purple-black spiritual light, and flew towards the Southern Region.

She has investigated during this period of time and found out that Lu Heng did not leave Tianluo Continent. He even established a top-notch force called Holy Demon Palace in the southern region of Tianluo Continent. It has a dominant position in the southern region, and its strength has reached the level of the supreme ruler!
But now she has found her true form, her strength has returned to its peak, and her magical powers are complete, enough to suppress the opponent or even kill him!

Yao Yan watched the other party leave, then took a step forward, distorted the space in front of him, and entered the Heavenly Palace. However, as soon as he entered the Heavenly Palace, he felt a familiar breath. As he moved, he saw Qin Tian who was waiting in a palace.

The person who came was not Qin Tian’s real body, but an incarnation of spiritual power.

"Brother Qin, are you here for the Demon Emperor Tuntian?" Yao Yan guessed the other party's purpose almost instantly and spoke first.

"Is it really him?!" Qin Tian frowned and said in a deep voice when he heard this. The Sky-Devouring Demon Emperor was the strongest among the extraterritorial evil clans in ancient times and was ranked among the strongest. Many Heavenly Supremes died at his hands in the past, and even the ancient Heavenly Emperor was killed by him. Unexpectedly, he survived until now and even fought with the Heavenly Emperor of this generation.

(End of this chapter)