As the final wisp of Yang Ding Tian completely dissipated, a black aura materialized above Xu Chuan’s head. It swirled around the golden dragon of fortune, seemingly with ill intent. Xu Chuan could feel that this black aura was filled with ominousness and eeriness. A single touch would likely plunge anyone into mortal peril.
"Is this Yang Ding Tian's dying curse?" Xu Chuan murmured, a suspicion about the origin of this black aura forming.
For an ordinary person, this curse would be insurmountable. But for Xu Chuan, breaking it presented no difficulty whatsoever!
"He's dead and still wants to cause trouble for me?"
"Is that even possible?"
A glint of ferocity flashed in Xu Chuan's eyes. He immediately activated the golden destiny he had recently acquired, [Divine Concealment]. With a flash of golden light, the dragon of fortune above Xu Chuan's head let out a long, soaring roar. The black aura was instantly struck as if by lightning.
A black human face emerged from the aura. It was the long-deceased Yang Ding Tian. Although his soul was annihilated, he had, through this unconventional method, preserved a sliver of his imprint. If Xu Chuan were to fall victim to his curse in the future, he could use this sliver to reincarnate and start anew! Rather than face eternal damnation as he did now!
But at this moment, under the effect of [Divine Concealment], the curse was instantly broken. Yang Ding Tian's sliver of an imprint lost all value. The face glared at Xu Chuan, ultimately fading away amidst unwillingness and resentment. There was no longer any possibility of reincarnation. Without even this sliver of an imprint, all traces of his existence vanished without a trace.
And at the very instant Yang Ding Tian completely dissipated, in a secret realm within the Three Suns Holy Land in the Southern Domain, a middle-aged man’s eyes snapped open, tears of blood streaming from the corners.
"Who!"
"Who killed my son!"
He instantly lost his reason and fell into a fit of rage. He was the current Holy Master of the Three Suns Holy Land, Yang Wu, a peak Half-Emperor realm existence whose martial cultivation had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Ordinarily, with his cultivation, such intense emotional fluctuation would be impossible. But he sensed that his son was dead, and furthermore, had died a horrific death!
Yes, Yang Ding Tian was his son, the sole Holy Son of the Three Suns Holy Land, the successor to the next generation, and another individual in countless years to awaken the Demonic Dragon Hegemony Body! Yet, such an unparalleled genius had perished in the Eastern Domain today! This was why he could no longer maintain his composure. His terrifying divine soul surged, causing the secret realm he was in to shatter. His figure appeared in the outside world.
At this moment, countless disciples of the Three Suns felt this terrifying divine might. Without exception, they all prostrated themselves, unable to move even an inch. They dared not even breathe heavily. But in their hearts, they all wondered why Yang Wu was so enraged.
"Investigate!"
"Even if you have to scour the entire Xuan Tian, find the murderer of my son!"
"I want him dead! I want him to wish he were dead!"
"I will make him pay with his life for my son!"
Yang Wu's voice was chillingly cold, echoing throughout the entire Three Suns Holy Land. The terrifying killing intent struck fear into everyone's hearts. At this moment, they finally understood why Yang Wu was so enraged! Yang Ding Tian was actually dead! He had perished in the Eastern Domain! This news struck everyone's hearts like thunder! Their faces were filled with disbelief.
Everyone in the Three Suns Holy Land knew about Yang Ding Tian's journey to the Eastern Domain's Imperial Tomb. Because on the day he left, everyone came to see him off. They also knew that Yang Ding Tian's ultimate goal in going to the Eastern Domain was not the Imperial Tomb, but to spar with someone and break through his cultivation. But they had never imagined that Yang Ding Tian would perish in the Eastern Domain! Because his strength was such that he couldn't find an opponent in the Southern Domain; he was an exceptionally formidable existence. Yet, such a genius had fallen in the Eastern Domain. What could have caused this? And who was capable of killing Yang Ding Tian? All the disciples of the Three Suns were filled with question marks. But at present, Yang Wu was in a fit of rage, and no one dared to speak.
After Yang Wu's divine might subsided, the people of the Three Suns Holy Land immediately set off for the Eastern Domain to investigate the cause of Yang Ding Tian's demise.
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Meanwhile, within the Imperial Tomb, after resolving Yang Ding Tian's curse, Xu Chuan said coldly, "He wasn't my match in life, and he thinks he can turn the tables with a curse after death?"
The cultivators who remained nearby, witnessing this scene, felt boundless fear and emotion.
"I never imagined he actually killed Yang Ding Tian. His strength is too immense!"
"This Holy Son Xu was a bit impulsive. Killing Yang Ding Tian outright and annihilating the entire Three Suns Holy Land has now created an irreconcilable hatred!"
"Since he dared to act, he naturally wouldn't fear the Three Suns Holy Land!"
"Besides, he already killed a Holy Son from the Xuan Tian Holy Land before. What's the problem with killing another one now?"
"As the saying goes, a mountain of debt is not heavy!"
They were all discussing Xu Chuan's great deed. And the consequences this event would bring. However, the person involved, Xu Chuan, was not thinking that far ahead. He would face challenges as they came, and would he be afraid of them? If he were truly afraid, then he wouldn't be Xu Chuan!
After collecting the storage rings of Yang Ding Tian and the entourage from the Three Suns Holy Land, Xu Chuan strode to Feng Qing Yang and Gu Ling.
"Are you alright?" Xu Chuan asked softly. Their strength was far from Yang Ding Tian's match. To have held out for so long was already a miracle!
"Thank you, Young Master, for your concern. We are fine now!" Seeing Xu Chuan reaching out to help him, Feng Qing Yang quickly stood up. His injuries had already recovered significantly. At least he no longer looked as if he were on the verge of death. The moment he escaped Yang Ding Tian's clutches, he had been healing himself while witnessing Xu Chuan's battle. After expending a large amount of resources, he had finally pulled himself back from the brink of death. As for Gu Ling beside him, his injuries were not as severe as Feng Qing Yang's, and he had almost fully recovered.
"Since you're fine, let's get ready to leave!" Seeing that both of them and the disciples of the Tai Yi Holy Land behind them were unharmed, Xu Chuan said.
At this moment, Feng Qing Yang remembered that he had something to give to Xu Chuan.
"Young Master, this is the Emperor Lord's Origin I obtained. I give it to you!" With that, he handed the Emperor Lord's Origin in his hand to Xu Chuan.
Xu Chuan received the Origin and was taken aback. He was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Han Feng's Emperor Lord's Origin to be here. No wonder his remains hadn't yielded his Emperor Lord's Origin. At first, Xu Chuan had thought it was because Han Feng had been forcibly elevated by the demon race and had not yet birthed an Emperor Lord's Origin. Now, it seemed he had overthought things.
"I will accept this. I will compensate you handsomely once we return to the Holy Land!" Xu Chuan nodded and put away the Emperor Lord's Origin. He paid no heed to the greedy gazes of the cultivators at the exit.
"Thank you, Young Master!" Feng Qing Yang knelt on one knee and clasped his hands in thanks.
"It's nothing, you deserve it!" Xu Chuan said with a smile.