Free Web NovelChapter 1250: Chapter 1250: Unknown World
However, the miracle Yang Yan hoped for did not occur.
The longsword wrapped in frost cleaved down forcefully, striking Yang Yan’s body.
Yang Yan slowly fell, his unwilling eyes glaring angrily at the heavens.
"My lord..."
The five exotic beasts exclaimed, their hearts unsettled for a long time, knowing this person had a connection to that powerful being in the Demon Cave and had died just like that.
If it were to find out about this later, it surely wouldn’t spare them easily.
But for now, they couldn’t worry about that; the priority was how to escape!
If life was lost, discussing anything else would be pointless.
Neither the Ice Sculpture Guard nor the five exotic beasts realized that at the moment Yang Yan fell, a faint light emerged from the space ring on his finger.
It was that mysterious key of unknown material emitting a strange glow.
This flash of light disappeared in an instant, with everything returning to normal.
No one knew how much time had passed when Yang Yan suddenly saw a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.
Where am I?
He felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he struggled to open his eyes.
Unfortunately, despite several attempts, he ultimately failed.
He felt as if he was in a cold, eerie space, where apart from the speck of light in front releasing a bit of warmth, his body and even his soul were nearly frozen.
He still having consciousness was indeed something that made Yang Yan overjoyed.
Because at the moment the sword struck him, Yang Yan felt as though not only his body was being torn apart, but his soul was also being slashed by the sword.
He thought he would be completely annihilated, body and soul, but now that he was conscious, what more could he ask for?
However, the most important thing now was to quickly figure out his current situation and respond accordingly.
He calmed himself, carefully gathering his strength, trying to open his eyes.
During this process, he was convinced that not only had he preserved his soul and consciousness, but even his body was intact.
He was still alive!
Finally, after an unknown period, Yang Yan felt his strength was sufficient and once again attempted to open his eyes.
Success!
There was no dazzling sensation; the surroundings were void, completely engulfed by darkness.
What was engulfed by the darkness was not only his sight but also his senses.
"Where am I? What about the Cold Flood Dragon and the others?" Yang Yan muttered to himself, subconsciously pinching himself.
Indeed, he was still alive, but in this endless darkness, he couldn’t figure out where he was.
Yang Yan tried several times, but sadly his spiritual sense couldn’t extend too far, being blocked by an invisible force of darkness about ten meters away, unable to advance any further.
Ultimately, Yang Yan gave up exploring, helplessly gazing at the illusory space, filled with doubt.
Under normal circumstances, under that sword, there was absolutely no chance of survival.
Yang Yan even concluded that he was already dead.
However, what was inexplicable was that he was so tangibly present here.
"Could it be, this is the world after my death?"
At this thought, Yang Yan couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
Could his life really end just like this?
He was indeed unwilling.
After fighting for half his life, invincible, must he end as a speck of dust in this dim place, truly difficult to accept?
Yang Yan stood quietly in place, not knowing how much time passed before he came back to his senses, his previously gloomy eyes suddenly revealing determination.
"Even after death, I am still Yang Yan, second only to the heavens, even if this is the Yama Hall, I will still make a scene."
Yang Yan was born unwilling to be ordinary, and even less willing to accept fate without a fight.
Once he made up his mind, he scanned the surroundings, determined to find a way out.
But besides the boundless darkness, there was nothing else, not even a slight breeze, let alone any signs of life.
Yang Yan pondered, thinking that even if it was risky, he couldn’t just stay here ruminating.
With a slight exertion of his legs, Yang Yan intended to soar into the air.
"Huh?!"
The next moment, he suddenly paused.
Originally preparing to utilize Small Shifting, he suddenly found it impossible to perform it no matter what.
After a brief hesitation, he tried several more times, but all efforts were fruitless.
Unfortunately, this did not deter him.
Yang Yan focused inwardly, carefully examining his own condition.
With one look, he noticed, to his shock, that his spiritual power was exhausted, and various cultivation techniques couldn’t be executed at all.
At this moment, his situation was essentially the same as an ordinary, non-cultivated person on Wandering Dragon Star, apart from being physically stronger.
He steeled himself, chose a direction, and began walking.
No matter what dangers the road ahead may hold, it was better than waiting for death here.
He walked for an unknown time, one day, two days, three days...
Finally, utterly exhausted, he collapsed, weakly looking toward the distance, struggling a couple of times before failing to get up again.
"I didn’t expect I, Yang Yan, to die in such a depressing way!" Yang Yan whispered to himself as his vision darkened and he fainted again.
"Where is this?"
Unaware of how much time had passed, he regained consciousness once more.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Yang Yan sat up swiftly.
In front of him was unexpectedly a graveyard, desolate, lonely.
After a moment, he started walking with stiff steps on this desolate land, his mind blank.
He tried hard to remember something.
But alas, his memory seemed devoured by something; despite trying hard, nothing came to mind.
So, he slowly stood up, walked aimlessly forward with heavy steps.
At this moment, the outside world seemed irrelevant to Yang Yan.
He roamed alone in the mountains, drinking from springs when thirsty, eating wild fruits when hungry, not knowing which direction he headed.
Suddenly, a foul wind attacked, and a Hydra, with its gaping maw, lunged at him fiercely.
Although his power was lost, his body’s instinctive reactions remained, and Yang Yan forced his body to twist, narrowly dodging the attack.
The Hydra, missing its target, became furious.
Roar!
With a roar, its tail whipped like a lance.
Yang Yan, unable to dodge, was struck heavily to the ground, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.
The Hydra’s eyes glowed red as it opened its maw full of fangs, biting towards him.
The hideous snake head kept enlarging in Yang Yan’s eyes, and in his spasmodic state from being struck, how could he escape?
At a moment of life and death, Yang Yan just saw a figure flickering, and his vision went black again.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
It seemed as though nothing had happened.
Moreover, the feeling from just now seemed familiar...
Unfortunately, the two episodes of fainting had exhausted all of Yang Yan’s strength, dizziness engulfed his mind, and he simply drifted into sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, what appeared before him were several innocent, childish faces and a simple grass hut.
