"The last one passed down through the Ye Clan."
"Back then, my Ye Clan's ancestor took that step precisely because of this thing."
"But later... some people wanted to take it. Foreign Domain wanted it, and people from the Emperor Pass wanted it too."
" The Ye Clan did not hand it over."
"So they were wiped out."
The aged voice carried an unprecedented urgency. "Quick! Take it! This is something left behind by our ancestors... the root cause of the Ye Clan's annihilation. Take it and leave this place immediately. If you become an Emperor and attain enlightenment in the future, our clan can regain its former glory!"
Ye Tian's gaze fell on the dark golden seed. Without further hesitation, he reached out and gently touched the seed.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the surface of the seed...
A deep, muffled roar echoed from the perimeter of the palace, causing it to tremble violently, and the dark red glow on the walls began to flicker intensely.
The dome of the palace roof suddenly shattered.
A beam of azure divine light cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying with it a sharp Law of the Sword Dao aimed directly at Ye Tian's heart. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, fine cracks appeared in the void.
Ye Tian did not turn around.
He suddenly turned to the side, and the cyan Sword Qi grazed his shoulder, cutting a smooth, mirror-like surface into the stone pillar behind him.
At the same time, another gray-gold fist force came from the side, its power as heavy as a mountain, carrying an overwhelming pressure that blocked all his escape routes.
Ye Tian raised his fist to meet the attack.
boom!
Fists and palms collided, creating a violent shockwave that sent the runes on the edge of the stone platform flashing on and off.
Ye Tian took half a step back.
The person who threw the punch also took a half step back.
A figure slowly walked out from the palace gate.
He wore a long blue robe, his face was cold and stern, and a sharp and ancient Sword Intent swirled around him. His gaze fell on the Immortal Seed, as if it were on prey that he had long coveted.
Tang Fengtian.
Ye Tian said in a deep voice, his fists clenching involuntarily.
"Young Master Ye, how have you been?"
Tang Fengtian wore a gentle smile, but the sharpness hidden beneath it was even colder than his Sword Qi: "What, you came to pick up something all by yourself, without planning to call us partners?"
"The ancestors of the Tang Clan?"
Ye Tian laughed, a laugh even colder than Tang Fengtian's, "Since when did the Ye Clan's things become your Tang Clan's?"
Tang Fengtian's smile faltered slightly.
Another figure walked in from behind him.
The man wore a gray-white robe and his aura was more restrained than Tang Fengtian's, but the oppressive feeling as heavy as a mountain was not diminished at all. After he stood still, his gaze first swept over the Immortal Seed on the stone platform before landing on Ye Tian.
"Young Master Ye, you can't say that."
The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, carrying a weight completely different from Tang Fengtian's. "Your Ye Clan has been wiped out. Whatever remains, naturally, belongs to whoever finds it."
"Why did the two great Lineage cooperate to excavate the Immortal Seed ruins in the first place? Wasn't it all just to have your Ye Clan bloodline lead the way? Otherwise, do you really think we care about your status as an orphan?"
" Ouyang Bin."
Ye Tian pronounced his name, his gaze lingering on each of the two men for a moment.
Tang Fengtian, his Sword Intent was chilling, he Mid-Stage Quasi-Emperor, and possessed a wisp of Innate Immortal Qi.
Ouyang Bin, his fist technique is as solid as a mountain, he is Mid-Stage Quasi-Emperor, and possesses Innate Immortal Qi.
Both of them are prominent figures among the younger generation of the Emperor Pass Chang Sheng family.
Moreover, they all Immortal Qi.
Although there was only one strand, it was genuine Innate Immortal Qi, unlike Jin Zhen's refined one which contained impurities. It also had a greater chance of refining a second strand of Immortal Qi!
"Young Master Ye, please don't look at me like that."
Tang Fengtian said leisurely, "We've come all this way, you have to give us an explanation. We also have a share of the Immortal Seed, don't we?"
Ye Tian didn't reply.
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.
The laws governing the three individuals simultaneously shone around them, like three unsheathed swords, their blades trembling slightly within their sheaths.
Then, Ye Tian made a move.
It's not moving backward, it's moving forward.
He threw a punch at Tang Fengtian, the golden fist imprint carrying a burst of his Innate Immortal Qi, like a meteorite compressed to its limit, exploding inside the hall.
Tang Fengtian sneered and pointed his fingers as if they were a sword, unleashing a cyan Sword Qi to meet the attack.
boom!
The storm of laws within the hall surged like a tidal wave, and the runes flickered violently from the shockwave.
Ouyang Bin attacked from the side, his fist as powerful as a mountain, carrying the same Immortal Qi, aiming for Ye Tian's waist and ribs. Ye Tian dodged to the side, his palm sweeping towards Ouyang Bin's face, but the latter raised his arm to block it.
Three figures darted around the hall.
Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar.
Fragments of the laws surged and exploded between the three, and the light of Immortal Qi, like three streams of light that had been ignited, left burn marks of varying depths on the stone walls of the hall.
Tang Fengtian and Ouyang Bin each possessed only a wisp of Immortal Qi.
However, their rules were extremely perfect, and their cooperation was exceptionally smooth. One on the left and one on the right, their offense and defense transitions were almost flawless.
Ye Tian's Immortal Qi became more solid, but fighting two opponents at once, the situation was not good. He kept retreating, leaving a deep footprint on the stone platform with each step.
"Tsk, Young Master Ye's skill level is a bit lower than I expected."
Tang Fengtian raised his hand and struck again with his sword, the Sword Qi grazing Ye Tian's sleeve.
Ye Tian did not respond, but his gaze kept glancing at the Immortal Seed on the stone platform, as if searching for an opportunity.
None of the three were easy to deal with.
In the brief lull of their fierce battle, the hall suddenly went dark for a moment.
It's not that the light has dimmed, but that the laws themselves have fallen silent.
It was as if something was devouring all the fluctuations in this area.
Tang Fengtian's Sword Qi suddenly stopped. The cyan sword light in mid-air stopped three inches away from Ye Tian's face, as if it were being gently pinched by an invisible hand.
Ouyang Bin's fist force dissipated, and the gray-gold fist aura, which was wrapped in Immortal Qi, collapsed silently in mid-air as if its skeleton had been removed.
Ye Tian's pupils contracted, and he abruptly retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
Then he saw it.
Above the stone platform, a thick mass of Dark Matter had condensed at some unknown time. This Dark Matter did not appear out of thin air, but rather seeped out from the cracks in the palace dome, like viscous ink dripping from a height, slowly and steadily.
The Dark Matter slowly took shape, transforming into a blurry outline.
Its outline and body shape were no different from an ordinary person, but its entire body was shrouded in a layer of black mist. Only a pair of eyes shone through the gaps in the mist, dark red, like two pieces of burning coal.
Then, that hand reached out.
Pale, long, with nails as black as ink, the tips of which were entwined with intricate patterns of Law of Darkness.
The target is not Ye Tian, not Tang Fengtian, and not Ouyang Bin.
The hand passed through the gap in the laws between the three people, as if passing through a thin layer of mist, and reached precisely at the Immortal Seed that was slowly rotating above the stone platform.