HCB Chapter 676 Xing Tian
Chapter 676 Xing Tian
impossible!
That's absolutely impossible!
His Majesty the Eastern Emperor wields the Chaos Bell and is invincible below the level of a sage. How could he possibly be defeated?
My demon race's Heavenly Court, which governs the celestial sphere and has billions of demon gods, is so powerful that it could never be defeated.
The three demon kings' eyes went from shock to confusion, and finally, utter collapse.
Their unwavering belief, which they had held for countless years, collapsed at this moment!
"No...you're lying! You're deceiving us!" The Prison Lion King roared like a wild beast, tears of blood streaming from its golden eyes.
"I have no reason to lie to you, you dying men," Yang Jian shook his head.
He raised his hand, and magical power began to gather in his palm.
"Considering that you have been loyal to the demon race, I will grant you a quick death."
"Remember, in your next life, don't be someone else's watchdog."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian struck down with his palm!
They were not given any chance to react.
A colossal hand formed from magical power descended from the sky, carrying the power to crush everything, instantly covering the three demon kings and the earth beneath them!
Boom!
After a loud bang.
On the ground, only a huge, bottomless palm print remained.
The three loyal demon guards had vanished without a trace, not even ashes remained.
Completely, vanished from this world.
Yang Jian withdrew his hand, his face expressionless.
He did not indiscriminately kill innocent people, but these three were loyal to the demon race and the guardians of Xing Tian's head, so their positions were naturally opposed to his.
Letting them go will only create more trouble.
Having resolved these three minor incidents, Yang Jian no longer delayed and turned his gaze to the deepest part of the valley.
There, the soaring fighting spirit became even clearer and more ferocious.
With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and flew straight toward the source of the battle intent.
The closer they got to the center of the valley, the stronger that indomitable fighting spirit became.
In the end, this fighting spirit almost materialized.
It was no longer an invisible will, but rather like visible, dark red ripples spreading continuously in the air.
Each ripple that swept across the space caused it to distort and vibrate.
The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique within Yang Jian's body was circulating faster and faster, as if it were resonating with this fighting spirit in some strange way.
He could even sense from this fighting spirit a pure, extreme desire to fight!
Fight against heaven! Fight against earth! Fight against everything!
Never give in! Never compromise!
This is the will of the ancient great shaman, Xing Tian!
Soon, Yang Jian passed through numerous obstacles and arrived at a vast open space.
This is the very center of the valley, and the source of that overwhelming fighting spirit.
The moment Yang Jian saw the scene before him, even with his resolute will, his pupils constricted sharply, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
In the center of the open space stood an enormous altar, entirely cast from an unknown black metal.
The altar was covered with countless golden runes in ancient demonic script. These runes formed a huge sealing array, constantly flashing with light, suppressing what was on the altar.
And in the very center of the altar.
a head.
A head larger than anyone could imagine was tightly bound to the altar by nine thick, mountain-like black chains forged from star-refined iron.
That head was a hundred feet tall, like a small mountain.
Her long, black hair, like a wildly dancing serpent, exuded a terrifyingly violent aura even when she was still.
Its features are as if carved by a knife and axe, full of sharp and resolute features.
Although his eyes were closed, his furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips revealed an expression full of endless anger and resentment.
It was as if he would open his eyes and let out a roar that could shatter the heavens at any moment!
Xingtian!
This is the head of the ancient great shaman, Xing Tian!
Even though it has been severed and sealed away for countless years.
The indomitable will and overwhelming fighting spirit emanating from that head are still terrifying!
The nine star chains vibrated continuously under the impact of the battle intent, and the golden runes on them flickered, as if they might be burst apart by this will at any moment!
Yang Jian stood beneath the altar, gazing up at the enormous head, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.
Is this the fierce man who dared to wield an axe against the Heavenly Emperor?
Is this the peerless sorcerer god whose fighting spirit remains undiminished even after his head has been severed?
At this moment, the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique within his body reached its peak.
A sense of kinship, a feeling of shared origins, arises spontaneously from the depths of one's bloodline.
He could sense that Xing Tian's head had also sensed his arrival.
That fighting spirit, which had originally been released indiscriminately, seemed to have found a target at this moment and began to slowly converge towards him.
Yang Jian did not resist.
He relaxed his mind, letting the pure and violent fighting spirit surge into his body, cleansing his primordial spirit and physical form.
pain!
Indescribable pain!
But amidst this pain, there was also an indescribable sense of comfort!
He felt every inch of his flesh and blood, every cell, being torn apart and then reassembled under the tempering of this fighting spirit!
Become more resilient! Become stronger!
His realm, which had just broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal and was not yet fully stable, was being consolidated and solidified at an incredible speed under the influence of this fighting spirit!
Yang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and slowly walked towards the black altar.
One step, two steps, three steps...
As he drew closer, the vibrations of the nine chains grew increasingly violent.
The sealing runes on the altar shone even brighter, as if they were doing everything in their power to prevent some terrifying being from awakening.
Yang Jian did not stop.
He could feel Xing Tian calling to him.
Finally, he reached the edge of the altar, reached out, and gently touched the cold, black metal.
The instant his fingers touched the altar.
Om-!
An unexpected change occurred!
That enormous head belonging to Xing Tian, sealed away for countless years, its eyes always closed.
Those eyelids twitched suddenly.
Then, slowly, it opened its eyes!
What kind of eyes were those?
No pupils, no whites of the eyes.
Yes, there were two deep, dark vortexes, like the beginning of chaos and the extinction of stars.
The moment those eyes opened, the entire valley—no, the entire Buzhou Mountain range—fell into a moment of deathly silence.
All the raging malevolent energy and all the indomitable fighting spirit seemed to find their sovereign at this moment, surrendering completely and returning to peace.
Yang Jian felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure originating from the very source of life emanating from those eyes, locking him firmly in place.
Under that gaze, he felt that everything about him, whether it was the magical power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal or his incomparably powerful physical body, had become meaningless.
I felt as if I had become an ant being watched by a dragon.
The other party doesn't even need to move; with a single thought, they can grind you into dust.
Yang Jian's mind almost went blank at that moment.
How is that possible?!
How could he still be alive?
Don't the Wu tribes lack a primordial spirit?
Without a primordial spirit, it means that once the physical body is completely destroyed, it is true death, without even the chance of reincarnation!
Back then, Xing Tian's head was cut off by the Demon Emperor Di Jun, and his body was suppressed for eternity.
For the Wu tribe, being decapitated was a certain death sentence!
But now, this head, sealed for countless years, has actually opened its eyes!
This was completely beyond Yang Jian's comprehension.
What is this?
A head that's still alive?
This is a million times more outrageous than him splitting the mountain to save his mother!
Just as Yang Jian was terrified and almost thought he was going to die there.
An ancient, hoarse sound, as if produced by the friction of countless metals, resounded directly in his mind.
"Who are you?"
The voice, devoid of any emotion, contained a vastness and antiquity that seemed to trace back to the beginning of time.
"Why...were we able to come to this place?"
"Why...does this aura about you feel so familiar?"
The three questions in a row, each word like a heavy hammer, slammed into Yang Jian's primordial spirit, making his already somewhat unstable mind even more turbulent.
Familiar smell?
Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.
It's the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique!
The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique is an unparalleled body-refining method left by the great god Pangu, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches are transformed from Pangu's essence and blood.
The two are originally from the same source!
As a high priest of the Wu tribe, it was perfectly normal for Xing Tian to be able to sense the aura belonging to the true lineage of Pangu within himself.
Having figured this out, Yang Jian's fear dissipated considerably.
Since the other party is able to communicate, it means there is still a chance for things to turn around.
Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, they didn't seem to have much malice towards me; rather, they seemed more curious and puzzled.
He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart and tried his best to make his voice sound calm.
He bowed respectfully to the enormous head on the altar.
"I am Yang Jian, a disciple of the sage Niu Ben."
"I have come here today to seek out my senior, as I have an important matter to ask of you!"
Yang Jian's voice echoed in the silent valley.
He did not hide his origins; in front of such an ancient monster who had lived for countless years, any lie or concealment would be foolish.
Moreover, the name "Niu Ben" is his greatest protection right now!
really.
When I heard the words "Niu Ben".
Those dark, deep eyes suddenly narrowed.
An even more terrifying and solid aura erupted from that head!
"Niu Ben..."
Xing Tian's voice was no longer a question, but carried a hint of reminiscence, a hint of emotion, and a hint of... fear.
"That... the eldest disciple under the Supreme Sage?"
Yang Jian was overjoyed; there was hope!
It seems my master's reputation is indeed impressive! Even this powerful figure from ancient times has heard of him!
"He is indeed my master," Yang Jian replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
The valley fell silent once more.
Those terrifying eyes stared silently at Yang Jian, as if trying to see right through him, inside and out.
Yang Jian felt immense pressure.
He had no idea what Xing Tian was thinking.
This person is a ruthless individual who dares to challenge the Heavenly Emperor; his personality must be unruly and unpredictable.
Whether revealing one's lineage is a blessing or a curse is hard to say.
If he has a grudge against my master, then I've really walked right into a trap today, delivering myself right to his doorstep.
Time passed, second by second.
Every second felt like an eternity to Yang Jian.
Just when he was about to give up.
Xing Tian's ancient voice rang out again, but this time, the oppressive force in his voice was noticeably weaker.
"Unbelievable..."
"Even he has taken on apprentices..."
"It seems that quite a few interesting things have happened outside during the years I was suppressed..."
"Junior."
Xing Tian's gaze refocused on Yang Jian.
"Since you are Niu Ben's disciple, why have you come looking for me?"
loser?
Yang Jian felt a sudden pang in his heart upon hearing those three words.
Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will forever remain.
Such a towering, indomitable man, who dared to wield his axe against heaven and earth, would actually use the word "loser" to describe himself.
This contains so much helplessness and so much resentment.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and explained his true purpose for coming here in detail.
"To be honest, senior, I have come here to save my mother."
His voice became somewhat low, and even Xing Tian could clearly sense the suppressed emotions within it.
"My mother was the younger sister of the current Heavenly Emperor Haotian. She was suppressed under Peach Mountain by my ruthless uncle because she fell in love with a mortal and violated the heavenly rules."
"That Peach Mountain is protected by the Heavenly Court's restrictions, and even more so by a seal personally laid down by Haotian, making it indestructible. My cultivation is too low, and ordinary methods cannot even budge it in the slightest."
"Later, after being instructed by someone, I learned that the War God Axe in your hands, senior, is an acquired treasure for slaughter, naturally possessing the divine power to break through all formations and restrictions!"
"so……"
Yang Jian raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the enormous head on the altar, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"This junior wishes to borrow your war axe, senior, to split Mount Peach and rescue my mother!"
"Once the matter is resolved, I will certainly return the item intact and do my utmost to repay your great kindness!"
After speaking, Yang Jian bowed deeply to Xing Tian once again, remaining there for a long time.
This is his only hope at the moment.
The valley was completely silent.
Only the nine star chains trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound.
Xing Tian did not answer immediately.
There was no emotion to be seen in those dark eyes.
To split the mountain to save one's mother?
Haotian?
These were all completely unfamiliar words to him.
But the resolute determination in Yang Jian's words—a willingness to defy heaven and earth for the sake of his loved ones—resonated with him.
Once upon a time, it was for the sake of his people that he fearlessly raised his battle axe against the Heavenly Emperor.
a long time.
Xing Tian's ancient voice slowly rang out.
"Can I borrow your axe?"