The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 170 - 154: If You Won’t Go, I’ll Personally Send You Over

Yang An was eager to investigate. It might be related to the Secret Seal Space.

And there was only one thing related to the Secret Seal Space—the Forbidden Artifact Fragment!

But the repulsive force emanating from the Secret Seal Space was constantly urging him to leave this place.

He watched as the bloody qi dissipated without a trace, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness. He had memorized only that one direction; if he entered this place again, he feared he would never be able to tell where he was.

Yang An gritted his teeth, immediately summoning the Buddha's Radiant Wheel and activating the Light and Shadow Escape Technique.

In this dark space, his shadow stretched out long and incredibly clear. Yang An's figure instantly appeared at the furthest point his shadow could reach, heading in the direction he had just memorized.

Using the Light and Shadow Escape Technique, Yang An seemed to draw ever closer to the depths of the space, and his surroundings grew increasingly profound.

The exit formed by the Six Golden Secret Seals always followed behind him. The repulsive force that had originally come from all directions had now become a crushing pressure, trying to forcibly squeeze Yang An out.

But the deeper he went, the more Yang An could feel an aura drawing nearer.

It was an aura that could be both intoxicating and terrifying.

The source of this aura seemed to be the very power that supported the entire space—something that inspired dread.

As he got closer, Yang An felt an ever-growing sense of danger, as if moving just a bit nearer would plunge him into a crisis from which there was no return.

Just then, the surrounding pressure became unbearable, and even circulating the Mana within his body grew difficult.

His body began to retreat uncontrollably toward the exit formed by the Golden Secret Seals.

On the verge of being expelled from the space, Yang An was struck by a sudden idea. He used all his strength to channel his Mana and activate the Qi Seal Sensing Technique.

This was the only way he could leave a mark. Though he didn't know if it would work, he had to give it his all.

The Qi Seal formed, but it dissipated in an instant, as if some force was rapidly grinding it away with immense resistance.

The power contained within this Daoist Technique was simply no match for it.

With no time to think, Yang An immediately controlled the residual golden threads in his arm, instantly piercing his own hand bones to create pain, and activated the Qi Seal Sensing Technique once more.

This time, as if its power had been amplified, the Qi Seal was finally left behind in the void of darkness, ultimately landing on that unseen object.

At that moment, Yang An could no longer withstand the crushing pressure around him and was flung back to reality.

The Six Golden Secret Seals reverted into a bracelet and settled on his wrist.

But when Yang An tried to channel Mana into the Golden Secret Seals again, there was no reaction.

'Looks like I'll have to wait for the illusion inside to form again. Otherwise, there's no way to get back in.'

This also meant that, for the time being, he couldn't use the Secret Seal Space to escape disaster.

Forced back to reality, Yang An subconsciously extended his senses, but the sight that greeted him in the Life Crane Sect left him stunned.

High in the sky, a gigantic Golden Bell formed from countless golden arms hung inverted, completely covering the heavens above the entire Life Crane Sect.

A terrifying aura emanated from the huge, bizarre Golden Bell.

The moment he saw the Golden Bell, Sanskrit chants suddenly echoed in Yang An's ears, and for an instant, his mind grew hazy.

Even the Bow Lady found it unbearable and couldn't help but curse angrily.

Fortunately, the searing pain from his arm bones was still stimulating him, and he immediately snapped back to his senses.

With a single glance, he could clearly see the edges of Corpse Saliva Valley in all directions. The entire area was surrounded by a barrier teeming with Sanskrit.

The barrier had sealed off all of Corpse Saliva Valley; likely not even a mosquito could fly out.

Yang An had expected the Great Virtue Temple to arrive quickly—Jin Tong had said ten days at most—but he never thought they would be this fast, arriving several days ahead of schedule.

He was thankful he had already stepped into the Corpse Transformation Realm. Otherwise, facing this situation, he truly wouldn't have known what to do.

The first thing Yang An did was activate his Illusion Technique to hide his aura.

He kept the Golden Radiance in his arm under control, continuously generating bone-deep pain to amplify the power of his Techniques several times over.

Whether it was to prevent that old bastard from discovering his true Cultivation Level or simply to hide himself as best as possible so no one would notice him, in this situation, the Illusion Technique was absolutely necessary.

After completely concealing the aura of his Cultivation Level, a pained expression appeared on his face—though thankfully, it was still within a tolerable range. Yang An looked toward the entrance of Corpse Saliva Valley.

Within his perception, he could feel several fluctuations of Mana coming from the distant valley entrance.

'Someone must be fighting!'

'Should I go take a look?'

'No!'

Yang An made his decision instantly.

The most important thing for him to do right now was to find a way to get out of here.

The Great Virtue Temple had already attacked, and with no way of knowing if the Life Crane Sect could handle it, Yang An had no intention of sitting around waiting to die.

'Besides, the old bastard never said we had to stay and fight alongside him. Since he didn't say it, that means running is also an option.'

With this in mind, Yang An, concealed by his Illusion Technique, immediately left his residence and headed in the opposite direction of the Corpse Saliva Valley entrance.

Soon, Yang An reached the edge of Corpse Saliva Valley and saw the Sanskrit Wall Barrier up close.

To leave Corpse Saliva Valley now, he had to break through this barrier.

So Yang An decided to try—and to give it his all.

'Since the Great Virtue Temple dared to do this, they must not want anyone from the Life Crane Sect to escape. This barrier obviously won't be easy to break.'

With caution in his heart, Yang An took down the Bow Lady and held her in his hands, instantly drawing the bowstring into a full moon.

He activated the Technique!

Under the influence of the continuous, bone-deep pain, a brilliant Light Arrow appeared in Yang An's hand, its power amplified by at least three times.

'But it's not enough!'

"Bow Lady! Triple amplification!"

Yang An immediately shouted to the Bow Lady in his mind.

He was amplifying the power of the Technique, while the Bow Lady could amplify the arrow's power and speed—two different types of amplification.

But Yang An could already imagine how terrifying the combined power of these stacked amplifications would be.

He feared that even someone else in the Corpse Transformation Realm might not be able to withstand it!

A brilliant trail of flames several meters long streamed from the arrow's nock as he aimed at the nearby Sanskrit Wall Barrier.

The next moment, the long arrow vanished from Yang An's hand!

Simultaneously, a terrifying burst of light erupted on the Sanskrit Wall Barrier, instantly engulfing everything in Yang An's field of vision.

Suddenly, the entire Corpse Saliva Valley began to tremble violently, as if the very earth was shaking.

On the Sanskrit-covered barrier, engulfed by the brilliant light, countless Sanskrit characters began to dissipate, seemingly unable to withstand the power exploding from the blast.

But before Yang An could even feel a flicker of joy, a massive number of surrounding Sanskrit characters swarmed toward the spot his arrow had struck.

In less than a breath's time, as the light faded, the gap that had been on the verge of melting through the barrier instantly repaired itself. It was once again covered in all sorts of Sanskrit, as if nothing had happened at all.

'Useless?'

Yang An's heart sank.

Just then, a dangerous sense of pressure descended abruptly. Yang An reacted quickly, vanishing from his spot and reappearing hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.

Countless golden arms had, at some unknown point, stretched out from the Golden Bell in the zenith. Intertwining, they crashed down on the spot where Yang An had just been standing.

A massive, bottomless pit instantly appeared in the ground!

Just as Yang An, marveling at the destructive power of these golden arms, was about to flee, he suddenly found he couldn't move.

At some point, a large number of Sanskrit characters had swarmed onto his body, pinning him to the spot!

Seeing the golden arms about to strike him again, Yang An prepared to activate a Technique to destroy all the Sanskrit characters covering him.

But at that very moment, raging, crimson flames suddenly erupted from the countless golden arms.

HUMMMMM!

The massive Golden Bell suddenly let out a long, resonating chime. Like a colossal sound wave, it directly shattered and extinguished the crimson flames.

In an instant, the arms dissolved into a mass of flesh and blood and retracted into the Golden Bell.

At the same time, Yang An discovered that the Sanskrit characters on his body had vanished without a trace.

As if realizing something, Yang An suddenly looked behind him.

In the distance, an ancient, expressionless figure stood mid-air—and it was He Tou, watching him with a beaming smile.

"Old... Master!"

Yang An almost misspoke and hastily corrected himself, his heart skipping a beat.

'Why is the old bastard here? The people from Great Virtue Temple have arrived. Shouldn't he be at the front lines?'

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Yang An continued to control the hidden Golden Radiance in his hand bones, sending intense, continuous jolts of pain through himself to maximize the effect of his Illusion Technique and completely hide the aura of his Cultivation Level.

"My disciple, where have you been? Your master warned you to stay obediently within the sect."

They were dozens of feet apart, but He Tou's voice sounded as if it were right beside Yang An's ear. It was laced with ridicule, as if he had seen through everything.

"I have been within the sect the entire time, Master. I did not leave without permission."

Cold sweat beaded on Yang An's forehead, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the old bastard hadn't seen through to his true Cultivation Level.

"If that's the case, then go and face the enemy. Some disgusting fellows have come to our Life Crane Sect, and they need to be 'welcomed' properly."

He Tou said this casually, as if speaking of some trivial matter.

"Master, who are those people?"

Yang An feigned complete ignorance.

"Why ask so many questions? They're just a bunch of bald donkeys. Are you scared?"

He Tou watched him with a sinister grin.

"My Cultivation Level is shallow, Master. I fear I'm unable to face the invading enemy. Why not let my senior brothers go? I can also do my part by protecting the junior disciples and cheering on my senior brothers from the sidelines. That would be a perfect fit for me."

'What a joke. I don't even know how strong those people are. How could I be stupid enough to listen to the old bastard and rush up there to get myself killed?'

'Better you die than me. If someone has to die, it'll be you first.'

"One Zombie God and eight at the Corpse Transformation realm. They're nothing but a bunch of clay chickens and pottery dogs. Scared already?"

"You should learn from your senior brother. A cowering coward is no good disciple of mine."

"If you won't go, then I'll just have to personally send you over. How does that sound? Hehehehe."

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