Entering the Illusion Realm
His body felt light, and various lights and shadows flowed before his eyes. These were scenes recorded in the illusion. When Yang Tianyou looked closely, these lights and shadows disappeared quickly, as if they had never appeared at all.
With a blur before his eyes, Yang Tianyou's consciousness was clouded. Under the vast power of heaven and earth, he was powerless to resist and fell into a deep sleep.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself sitting cross-legged in a simple cave abode, with a stick of Fragrant Incense burning in front of him.
Before he could react, a flood of information rushed into his mind.
Xu Tianyi, Blade Cultivator, is at the Early Golden Core and Fifth Elder of the Yuan Yi Sect, Golden Core Force.
More than a decade ago, the Devil Race suddenly attacked and wiped out the entire Yuan Yi Sect Clan. Only Xu Tianyi escaped the calamity because he was away on business.
After his sect was destroyed, Xu Tianyi was filled with rage and resolutely answered the call of the Guanghan Immortal to join the war against the Devil Race.
Later, during the war, this person fought a fierce battle with a Golden Core Devil Race. In the end, with a resolute attitude, he bravely self-destructed, perishing together with the Devil Race.
Xu Tianyi's lingering obsession was also to slay the Devil Race, especially the culprit who caused the destruction of the Yuan Yi Sect, the Nascent Soul Devil Race, Demon King Qingyin!
In the Immortal-Demon Illusion Realm, the difficulty of cultivating one's obsession is directly proportional to the rewards.
Normally, it would be wishful thinking for a cultivator in the Early Golden Core stage to kill Nascent Soul Devil Race, but Yang Tianyou is different.
If the timing is right, he could use the Seven-Star Heaven-Sealing Formation to kill the Demon King Qingyin. After all, this demon was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, and he was quite confident in his ability to kill him.
"I didn't expect to be so lucky, replacing an Ancient Cultivator with such a deep obsession. If I kill the Demon King Qingyin, I will definitely obtain a large amount of Illusion Realm Origin and exchange it for a lot of Cultivation Resources!" Yang Tianyou muttered to himself, suddenly noticing the Storage Ring on his hand.
This is Xu Tianyi's Storage Ring. He inherited this person's identity, and naturally, he also inherited his property.
Upon opening the Storage Ring, a wealth of Cultivation Resources came into view, among which a number of spirit medicine caught Yang Tianyou's eye.
It should be noted that the current era is a full 100,000 years different from the era he lived in. In such a long time span, many spirit medicine that were once common have become extremely rare due to the indiscriminate picking by cultivators.
If doing business across vast distances can yield several times the profit...
Therefore, traveling through time to ancient times would yield even greater benefits.
Many resources that were not particularly valuable in ancient times are now extremely rare and hard to find. It is easy to imagine how enormous the profits are in this regard.
"If we could collect more Spirit Items resources unique to this era, especially spirit medicine, and exchange them for the Illusion Realm Origin, bringing them back to the Lineage to cultivate them carefully, it would bring a huge increase in income to the Lineage!" Yang Tianyou thought to himself, keeping this idea in mind.
He only has one year, and the most important thing in that year is, of course, to fulfill Xu Tianyi's obsession and kill the Demon King Qingyin.
The second is to acquire resources unique to ancient times, and to accomplish the second point, the first point is the foundation.
So ultimately, we still need to get rid of our obsession as soon as possible.
"I'll go find out the whereabouts of the Demon King Qingyin later, and see if I can gather Immortal Dao cultivators to surround and kill him, or even launch a sneak attack on the battlefield. If I remember correctly, a great battle will break out soon..." Yang Tianyou thought to himself.
Besides the unique spirit medicine and other Cultivation Resources of this era, what interested Yang Tianyou the most were the heads of Devil Race.
In the era he lived in, the Devil Race had long been extinct, and only Devil Cultivators remained.
Seeing a bunch of Devil Race heads of various shapes and sizes is quite novel.
The reason there are so many Devil Race heads in this Storage Ring is because Xu Tianyi deliberately collected them.
Because his sect was destroyed by the Devil Race, Xu Tianyi harbored boundless hatred for every single Devil Race.
Therefore, whenever he personally killed a Devil Race, regardless of its cultivation level, he would store the Devil Race's head in his Storage Ring, intending to use it after the war to commemorate his fellow disciples who died at the hands of Devil Race, as well as his lower-ranking disciples and Mortals.
Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to fulfill this wish and died in the war.
"If I have the chance, I will offer a small sacrifice for you before the illusion closes!"
Yang Tianyou examined the Devil Race heads one by one, muttering to himself.
He had great respect for this hot-tempered but loyal man, and helping him fulfill a wish was nothing to him.
"I wonder how Yunhua and Xuanyun are doing. Were they assigned the identities of Ancient Cultivators, or did they enter the illusion as outsiders?"
On the Azure Sky Lake, a vast array of Flying Boats and Palaces rose into the air, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
Among these Law Treasures are forces comprised of tens of millions of Cultivators, Demon Race, Spirit Tribe, and Blood Race.
Faced with the Devil Race that wanted to annihilate everything and refine the world, all living beings in the Lu Wu Realm united, including the Devil Cultivators.
Actually, the Devil Cultivators initially wanted to pledge allegiance to the Heavenly Demon, but their envoys were swallowed whole by the Heavenly Demon.
From then on, the Devil Cultivators joined forces with other forces to fight against the exceptionally brutal Devil Race.
At the center of these floating magical Law Treasure stood a towering, three-hundred-foot-tall, dark black Palace, its terrifying Spiritual Qi fluctuations no less powerful than the Black Dragon Boat of the Six Desires Red Dust Sect.
The Guanghan Palace, the mount of the Guanghan Immortal, is a Sixth Tier, Mid Grade Saint Treasure. It possesses boundless power and can be used not only to fight enemies but also to transport large armies. It has a wide range of uses and is extremely precious.
At this moment, inside the main hall of the Guanghan Palace, sat several terrifying beings, each with a Spirit Transformation.
Among these beings are elegant Immortal Dao cultivators, Blood Qi Demon Dao cultivators, and strangely shaped Foreign Races.
However, these normally arrogant and powerful beings now showed expressions of awe as they looked at the peerless beauty sitting on the main seat of the Palace.
Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her skin like mutton fat, her face like peach petals, and her eyes shimmering with autumn waves. She possessed a delicate and charming beauty that even Heavenly Immortal descended to earth could not surpass.
Besides Peerless Beauty unparalleled beauty, this Guanghan Immortal possessed an even more terrifying aura.
Just by sitting there motionless, wisps of Taiyin Qi surrounded her delicate body, and the pressure emanating from her was even stronger than the combined power of the dozen or so Sage Manifestation and the hundreds of Nascent Spirit Transformation below.
To the left of the Guanghan Immortal, stood a woman of equally stunning beauty, her cultivation merely at the Middle Golden Core.
The only reason she can stand here is because she is Guanghan Immortal, the personal disciple of the Yuechan Goddess.
"I never expected that I would replace Yuechan so directly." Yunhua murmured to herself, her eyes flashing slightly as she subtly surveyed the assembled heroes in the Palace.
Feeling the extraordinary aura emanating from him, and the gazes filled with either reverence, admiration, or fear, she gained a firsthand understanding of the prestige of her cheap "master."