dognovel Chapter 1222 Possession of Yan Haoyang
Chapter 1222 Possession of Yan Haoyang
Parting is always sad.
The three Eileen sisters were dressed in emerald green dresses, with glistening tear tracks at the corners of their eyes like pearls. They held tightly to each of the spiritual herbs in their hands, which were the flowers of life that they had cultivated with their own hands.
This is their home, their warm harbor.
They were born here, and they grew up here...
However, they had to leave—a permanent departure, never to return!
The blue fox demon's snow-white fur resembled clouds in the sky, its nine tails curled up behind it like a soft ball of cotton. Its eyes were filled with sorrow, like an ocean soaked in tears…
The little demons of the Misty Forest and the Source Spirit Clan have been on good terms for generations. At the monthly market by Blue Mist Lake, they exchange goods and services, keeping each other's needs in mind and striving to prepare suitable resources for one another...
The elders of the Yuanling Clan treated them like their juniors; it wasn't just about trading in the market, but more importantly, it was about caring for them!
However, at this moment, looking at the soaring blue light in the direction of Qingyuan Town, the little demons all lowered their heads and dared not make a sound. The air was filled with a suppressed sadness, as if the whole world was shrouded in sorrow.
The Wind Wolf Demon raised its head and let out a low whimper in the direction of Qingyuan Town. The sound was like a wail from hell, full of grief and helplessness.
The mighty Vajra Ape pounded its chest with both fists, making a dull thud as if the earth were weeping. Its eyes were bloodshot, yet it stubbornly resisted the urge to charge out.
The golden monkey perched on a tree branch, clutching its ears, its eyes red-rimmed like ripe apples. It would occasionally glance in the direction of the ancient cypress tree, its eyes filled with worry, as if that were its most precious treasure.
They all knew what was happening in Qingyuan Town, they all knew what kind of great deeds their elders were undertaking, and they could all sense that their blood relatives were gradually disappearing, yet they were powerless to stop it.
They could only wait quietly, waiting for the tragic sacrifice to come to an end, waiting for Gu Bai to lead them and Su Xiaoya away from this sorrowful place, and waiting for the day of revenge in the future.
The ancient cypress tree remained silent, standing quietly in the heart of the misty forest. Its ancient canopy obscured the sky, and its dense foliage exuded a faint protective power, enveloping all the younger generation and the little demons within.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when the killing formation would detonate. That would be the most chaotic time on Qingyuan Star, and also the best time for them to escape.
Only then can their departure be completely concealed, leaving no trace for the pursuers.
Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, the ancient cypress never harbors any illusions.
Outside Qingyuan Town.
The spiritual cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty and the Tai Chu Academy were in complete chaos.
Yan Cangwu's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He never expected that the Yuanling Clan would be so resolute, preferring to destroy their homeland and sacrifice their entire clan rather than hand over their pure-blooded descendant.
He came here expending a great deal of manpower and resources in order to seize the pure blood essence of the Yuanling Clan.
But now, let alone seizing the source, even leaving Qingyuan Star alive has become a problem.
Fortunately, he brought with him two "containers" that he had cultivated for many years for possession; fortunately, he left the two "containers" on the outside.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Yan Cangwu shouted sharply, his fiery spiritual power surging as he tried to tear through space and escape this dangerous place.
However, once the killing array of the "Gathering Source of All Spirits Array" is activated, it will seal off the space within a radius of a thousand miles. Forcibly tearing the space requires a huge amount of spiritual power and also a lot of time.
Xuanjizi was also panicked. The hundred spiritual cultivators of Taichu Dao Academy were the backbone of the academy. If they were lost here, the academy's strength would be greatly reduced.
He hurriedly waved his whisk and set up a defensive formation to protect the spiritual cultivators around him, but the pressure of the formation grew stronger and stronger, and his defensive formation was torn apart instantly, like paper.
"Ancestor Yan! Quickly find a way to break the formation! It will be too late if we wait any longer!" Xuanjizi roared, his voice filled with panic.
Yan Cangwu snorted coldly, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Break the formation? This formation is a killing formation activated at the cost of sacrificing living beings and the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. It is impossible to break! Now we can only pray for good luck!"
He had already prepared a backup plan, carrying several high-level teleportation scrolls with him. These were treasures of the Great Yan Dynasty. However, under the spatial sealing of the killing array, the power of the teleportation scrolls would be greatly reduced, and whether he could successfully teleport depended entirely on luck.
Just then, a deafening roar came from the direction of Qingyuan Town, as if the heavens and earth were being created, shaking the entire Qingyuan Star.
Six thousand five hundred and sixty-one old locust trees exploded at the same time, like a volcanic eruption. The soaring green light was like a huge sword piercing the sky. Then, the sword crashed down and slammed into the center of Qingyuan Town.
The ground trembled violently, as if the earth was groaning in pain, and countless cracks, like ferocious beasts, opened their bloody maws, devouring everything around them.
The houses, streets, and spiritual fields of Qingyuan Town were reduced to dust in an instant, as if they had been kneaded into fragments by an invisible hand.
The peaks of Lingxi Mountain collapsed, and rubble rolled down like a pack of frightened wild beasts, filling the valley.
The land within a radius of a hundred miles was leveled, and the ground was covered with pits of varying sizes and depths, like a desolate wasteland ravaged by a raging storm, utterly silent.
Within the array, all living beings were instantly reduced to ashes. The elders of Qingyuan Town had long since perished, their flesh and blood merging into the earth, their souls transforming into the power of the array, completely obliterating all the Yuanling clan aura in Qingyuan Town, and also dragging the spiritual cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty and the Taichu Dao Academy into this catastrophe.
The hundred spiritual cultivators of Taichu Academy were easily torn apart by the violent spiritual power the moment the pillar of light fell, like fragile porcelain, without even a chance to resist.
The team leader, Xuanjizi, tried to use the Dao Academy's most precious treasure to save his life, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He was struck by a powerful force, his physical body instantly exploded, and his soul was destroyed.
The entire team dispatched by Taichu Taoist Academy was wiped out, with no one escaping.
The two hundred royal guards of the Great Yan Dynasty, including the spiritual cultivators, also failed to escape their fate. Although they had a protective barrier set up by Yan Cangwu, it was as fragile as paper and was no match for the power of the killing formation.
After the barrier shattered, the guards' spiritual cultivators were swept away like kites with broken strings, their bodies leaving no trace.
The other vessel cultivated by Yan Cangwu also perished quietly in the calamity, like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving not even a trace of its origin.
Yan Cangwu himself sensed the deadly danger just moments before the pillar of light fell.
He knew that his aged body could not withstand the power of the killing array, and if he continued to stay in this body, he would surely be destroyed.
At the critical moment, Yan Cangwu hardened his heart, abandoned his aged body that had been cultivated for thousands of years, and forcibly entered the body of his eldest grandson Yan Haoyang with his own divine soul.
Yan Haoyang was the best vessel he had cultivated, with excellent aptitude and pure bloodline. He had long ago chosen Yan Haoyang as his target for possession, but he originally planned to possess him after breaking through his cultivation level. Now, however, he was at a critical juncture of life and death and had to do it hastily.
The process of possession was extremely dangerous. The moment Yan Cangwu's soul rushed into Yan Haoyang's body, it was met with resistance from Yan Haoyang's own soul. Coupled with the impact of the killing array, his soul was severely damaged. It was only with great difficulty that he managed to suppress Yan Haoyang's soul and take control of this young body.
But before he could stabilize his soul or adapt to his new body, a storm of spiritual energy swept in. He could clearly feel that the meridians of his new body were being eroded by the violent spiritual energy and were on the verge of collapse.
Yan Cangwu dared not linger, and with all his remaining divine soul power, he tore apart a high-level teleportation scroll.
A pale blue teleportation light enveloped his body, and before the spiritual energy storm could completely engulf him, he disappeared into the ruins of Qingyuan Star and was teleported back to the imperial city of the Great Yan Dynasty.
However, this hasty teleportation made his soul even more unstable. To fully integrate with this new body and restore his peak strength, he would need to seclude himself for several years and consume a large amount of rare and precious herbs to soak in medicinal baths to nourish his meridians and soul.
What pained him even more was that the crystal he carried with him, which could detect the bloodline of the Source Spirit Clan, was destroyed along with his physical body.
In this expedition to Qingyuan Star, he suffered heavy losses, lost his physical body, and squandered his most precious treasures. He didn't even manage to touch a single hair of the Yuanling Clan. He truly lost both his wife and his army, suffering an extreme loss.
This enraged him—enraged him to the extreme.
He vowed that he would find the other crystals and locate the Source Spirit Clan.
He didn't believe that the Source Spirit Clan only had this one habitat.