Battle Through the Heavens: Beauties Abound Starting with Yunlan and Her Disciples

392: Section 392These four words were no longer a laughable title, but a great mountain pressing on everyone’s hearts. “Everyone, please.”

Yun Xiancheng turned sideways and gestured “Please.” His tone was calm, yet carried an air of authority.

Those young people who had originally intended to show off their skills and regain their dignity in the Heavenly Tomb now didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

They lowered their heads and hurriedly entered the crack, fearing that if they lingered for another second in front of this “Young Emperor,” their flaws would be exposed.

After everyone had entered, Yun Xiancheng finally turned his head to look at Xun’er and Nalan Yanran beside him. “Let’s go.”

The three figures flashed and disappeared into the crack.

The space of the Heavenly Tomb was far vaster than the outside world imagined.

This was a strange world pieced together from countless fragments of shattered continents. A blood-red full moon hung in the sky, dyeing the entire land a dark red.

The air was filled with dense death qi and resentment, traces left by the souls of countless powerhouses who had fallen here.

Generally, young disciples entering the Heavenly Tomb would first wander in the outer regions, hunting the weaker Dou Zun-level soul bodies. Only after accumulating enough energy and experience would they gradually venture deeper.

But Yun Xiancheng was clearly not within the “general” category.

He didn’t even bother to waste time in the outer regions. “Xun’er, Nalan Yanran, follow me closely.”

The moment his voice fell, a golden light bridge, condensed from Dou Qi, appeared beneath his feet.

The light bridge extended at an astonishing speed, almost instantly spanning thousands of miles, directly pointing to the deepest part of the Heavenly Tomb.

Those lingering soul bodies of Dou Zun strength in the outer regions, before they could even react to what had happened, were shattered by the terrifying pressure carried by the light bridge, their soul bodies disintegrating into specks of light, absorbed by the light bridge until nothing remained.

Xun’er and Nalan Yanran followed closely. The two women exchanged glances, seeing a hint of helplessness in each other’s eyes.

Husband’s efficiency… it seemed those disciples from various clans still struggling in the outer regions wouldn’t even find a place to cry. In less than a quarter of an hour, the three had already arrived at the core area of the Heavenly Tomb — Xiao Xuan’s Tomb.

This was a massive mausoleum built from pure white jade, surrounded by eight stone pillars carved with ancient divine beasts. Each stone pillar was inscribed with dense ancient runes, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

The mausoleum’s gate was tightly shut, with a single character “Xiao” carved upon it. This character seemed to contain a special power; anyone with Xiao Clan bloodline approaching it would automatically sense it and cause it to open.

Xiao Yan stepped forward, pressing her palm against the door. “—”

The gate opened in response.

Inside the gate was an empty hall. In the center of the hall, an energy body emitting a faint golden glow floated. Within the core of the energy body, the outline of a figure was vaguely visible.

That was Xiao Xuan’s soul body.

He was an old man who appeared to be about seventy, clearly barely clinging to life, ready to dissipate at any moment. “A descendant of the Xiao Clan?”

Xiao Xuan’s soul body slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon Xiao Yan.

When he saw that the visitor was a young woman, he paused slightly, then smiled with understanding:

“Heh, I didn’t expect the inheritor of my Xiao Clan to be a girl. But that’s fine, male or female, all are of my Xiao Family bloodline. As long as the family can be restored,

what does gender matter?”

His gaze swept over Yun Xiancheng and Nalan Yanran. After sensing the powerful aura on them, far surpassing their peers, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

“These two beside you must be your Dao companions. Not bad, both are exceptional individuals. Especially this young friend—” He looked at Yun Xiancheng, his approval growing stronger:

“To have such cultivation and demeanor at such a young age, you possess a similar bearing to this old man in his youth. You must treat this girl of my Xiao Family well, and do not let her down.” Yun Xiancheng cupped his hands in a salute: “Senior, rest assured, Xiancheng will not fail Yaner.”

“Hmph, I’m about to die, you don’t need to promise me anything, just follow your heart.”

Xiao Xuan laughed, “Since that’s the case, this old man won’t waste any more words. Time is short, let’s begin the bloodline retrospection ritual now.”

He raised his hand and waved, and a complex formation composed of countless runes appeared in the center of the stone chamber. “Girl, stand in the center of the formation.”

Xiao Yan walked into the formation as instructed. “You two, protect her.”

Yun Xiancheng and Nalan Yanran nodded, standing on opposite sides of the formation. Xiao Xuan took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations.

As his incantations began, the entire formation started to emit dazzling golden light. The runes moved like living creatures, eventually surging into Xiao Yan’s body.

His soul body also became increasingly ethereal and aged, as if it would soon dissipate. Xiao Yan let out a muffled groan, and fine beads of sweat instantly seeped from her forehead.

She could clearly feel that the Xiao Clan bloodline within her, which had been so thin as to be almost negligible, was rapidly thickening at an incredible speed.

At the same time, surges of vast energy spontaneously generated from the void, continuously pouring into her meridians. That was the origin power contained within Xiao Xuan’s soul body, belonging to a Nine-Star Dou Sheng peak powerhouse!

However, just as the ritual reached its most crucial moment— “Boom!”

The stone door of the tomb chamber was violently blasted open from the outside!

Two figures, exuding an eerie death qi and shrouded in overwhelming black mist, brazenly burst in!

“Hehehe… Xiao Xuan old ghost’s inheritance? Today, my Hun Clan will gladly accept it!” The intruders were none other than two One-Star Dou Sheng level Hun Clan soul bodies!

And behind them, two young Hun Clan disciples in black robes followed, along with… dozens of Dou Zun-level soul bodies they were controlling!

“Courting death.”

A cold glint flashed in Yun Xiancheng’s eyes.

He didn’t even use any Dou Technique, merely waved his hand— “!”

An invisible ripple spread from his palm.

The dozens of Dou Zun soul bodies, the instant they touched this ripple, were like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun—

They instantly melted, transforming into the purest energy, which was absorbed into Yun Xiancheng’s palm, condensing into dozens of fist-sized energy crystals. Seeing this, the faces of the two young Hun Clan disciples instantly turned pale.

If not for the two Dou Sheng soul bodies protecting them from behind, they would likely have followed in the footsteps of those soul bodies. “Hmph, a mere Intermediate Half-Saint dares to act presumptuously before this venerable one?”

One of the Hun Clan Dou Sheng sneered, black mist surging around him, transforming into countless sharp Soul Blades that rained down on Yun Xiancheng and the two women.

“How could a chasm between a Half-Saint and a Dou Sheng be crossed by a mere brat like you?” However, Yun Xiancheng remained silent.

He merely raised his hand and made a “please” gesture. Xun’er and Nalan Yanran understood, and attacked simultaneously.

Golden Imperial Flame and azure sword qi intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable net that intercepted all the Soul Blades.

Immediately after, the three of them simultaneously charged forward, launching a fierce assault against the two Hun Clan Dou Sheng. “Courting death!”

The two Hun Clan Dou Sheng roared, fighting with all their might.

However, the course of the battle completely exceeded their expectations. These three Intermediate Half-Saints were actually all using Heaven Rank Dou Skills!

Moreover, the Dou Qi within their bodies seemed to form some mysterious cycle—the Dou Qi one person unleashed could actually be absorbed by the other two, and then fed back!

This meant that their three people’s Dou Qi was almost inexhaustible!

Even stranger, as the battle continued, the aura of these three people was constantly growing stronger! “This… how is this possible?!”

The two Hun Clan Dou Sheng grew more and more alarmed as they fought.

Although they were Dou Sheng soul bodies, they were ultimately just soul bodies, and their strength had long since diminished. At best, they were at the level of High-level Half-Saints.

Yet, these three Intermediate Half-Saints cultivated Emperor Realm cultivation methods and quasi-Emperor Realm cultivation methods, used Heaven Rank Dou Skills, and their internal Dou Qi could even replenish each other… How could they possibly fight against this? Half an hour later.

The soul bodies of the two Hun Clan Dou Sheng finally completely dissipated under the combined assault of Yun Xiancheng and the two women.

They transformed into two fist-sized dark golden crystals, emitting rich energy fluctuations, and two pure, almost transparent, sources of soul origin.

They slowly drifted to the ground.

Yun Xiancheng raised his hand, gathering all the spoils of war into his storage.

He turned around and looked at the two young Hun Clan disciples, who were already terrified and slumped to the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “Subordinate defying superior, execute.”

Before his voice fell, two sword lights flashed. Two heads fell to the ground in response.

Having done all this, Yun Xiancheng clapped his hands and looked at Xiao Xun Er and Nalan Yanran, a smile playing on his lips. “How do you feel?”

“Very good.” Xiao Xun Er’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I feel that if we continued fighting, I might actually be able to break through to High-level Half-Saint.” Nalan Yanran also nodded: “This feeling of breaking through in battle… is indeed quite wonderful.”

Yun Xiancheng smiled, his gaze sweeping over the Dou Sheng-level energy crystals and soul origins on the ground, then looking at the distant gray mist, whose depths led to an unknown place.

“In that case,”

He turned to the two women, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes.

“How about we have a hearty… battle in the depths of this Heavenly Tomb?”

489 Xiaoer is not a profession

Time in the Heavenly Tomb flows much slower than in the outside world.

A full year spent here is but three months in the blink of an eye outside. The hunting of Yun Xiancheng and the two women began.

Though called hunting, for Yun Xiancheng and the two women, it was more like a series of strange “hospice care.”

The energy bodies wandering in the Heavenly Tomb were all residual souls of ancient powerhouses who had fallen here. For some unknown reason, after residing here for so long, their souls were left with only the most primitive desire for consumption.

The Dou Zun-level existences were all muddled, devouring each other, like wild beasts targeting living beings.

Except for those Hun Clan residual souls who still harbored the evil ambition of devouring others for their own growth and deserved death, most of the Dou Sheng and Half-Saint energy bodies possessed the heart of a powerhouse.

For them, rather than being corroded by time in endless solitude, or degenerating into mindless energy beasts, to die in a satisfying battle and entrust their last energy and glory to a respected powerhouse was a form of liberation, a supreme honor.

Thus, peculiar scenes continuously played out in the depths of the Heavenly Tomb.

Coupled with the news brought by the young people of ancient races who entered this generation, Yun Xiancheng’s reputation even spread among the dead. “Are you the Young Dou Di, Yun Xiancheng?”

A Half-Saint soul body, surrounded by the power of wind and thunder, blocked the trio’s path.

He did not attack directly like lower-level energy bodies; instead, his eyes held a hint of scrutiny and expectation. Yun Xiancheng stopped, nodding indifferently: “I am.”

“Good! Good! Good!” The soul body let out a long roar, shaking the four wilds.

“This old man, the second generation Pavilion Master of Wind and Thunder, has been trapped here for a thousand years, his sanity on the verge of collapse. I seek not life, only a battle! Junior, use your full strength, and let this old man see what kind of demeanor a genius, recognized even by those old fellows of the ancient clan, truly possesses!”

“As you wish.” Yun Xiancheng bowed slightly, showing respect. The next moment, dazzling golden flames and azure sword qi soared into the sky. The outcome of the battle was without suspense.

After the battle, the fading soul body of Lei Xiaotian, however, revealed a satisfied smile.

“What a thrill! What a thrill! This old man’s inheritance has finally not been buried… Junior, keep this energy crystal core well. If fate allows, please… look after those unaccomplished descendants of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion for this old man.”

Before his voice faded, his figure transformed into specks of light, completely dissipating between heaven and earth, leaving behind only a Half-Saint energy crystal containing pure wind and thunder power.

Yun Xiancheng reached out and took it, bowing once more in the direction of its dissipation. Similar events continuously occurred throughout this year.

Yun Xiancheng, Xiao Xun Er, and Nalan Yanran were like the cleaners of this desolate world, or perhaps the final pallbearers.

They used swift and decisive methods to purify the malicious Hun Clan soul bodies, and responded with the utmost respect to the final wishes of those old seniors seeking a final battle.

Battle, breakthrough, then battle again, then breakthrough again.

In this cycle, the aura of the three continuously soared at a visible rate. One year later.

When the last One-Star Dou Sheng soul body, who came to challenge them, dissipated with a smile under the tacit cooperation of the three, a crisp sound of a barrier shattering simultaneously echoed within Xiao Xun Er and Nalan Yanran’s bodies.

High-level Half-Saint!

The two exchanged smiles, their beautiful eyes filled with undisguised joy and pride.

It was at this moment that the stone door of Xiao Xuan’s Tomb chamber, which had been tightly shut for a year, slowly opened to both sides with a “rumbling” sound. A slender figure in a black dress slowly walked out from within the door.

Her skin, illuminated by the dim light of the tomb chamber, seemed to emit a soft, jade-like glow.

That pretty face, somewhat similar to Xiao Yu and Xiao Mei, was now filled with an unprecedented confidence and power.

Most chillingly, her originally pitch-black eyes now faintly glowed with a strange golden luster. Divine Grade Bloodline!

After a full year of bloodline retrospection, Xiao Yan finally successfully broke free from the shackles of a thin bloodline, becoming the last and only Divine Grade Bloodline holder in the Xiao Clan in this world, after Xiao Xuan!

And her cultivation realm, under the infusion of that immense energy, broke through the barrier in one fell swoop, steadily settling at the High-level Half-Saint level! “Success.”

Xiao Yan clenched her small fists, feeling the unprecedented surge of power within her, yet her face showed little joy. After all, it was the Divine Grade Bloodline her ancestor sacrificed himself for.

“My condolences.” Yun Xiancheng stepped forward and embraced her. Four High-level Half-Saints gathered together.

According to the rules of the Pact of One Heart, each of the four High-level Half-Saints spontaneously fed back twenty percent of their Dou Qi, which circulated within the pact.

Excluding the Flower Sect girls who joined later, all of Yun Xiancheng’s other original wives, under the infusion of this eighty percent High-level Half-Saint Dou Qi, almost all broke through to the threshold of High-level Half-Saint.

After all, their own cultivation had also accumulated twenty to thirty percent of their foundation, and now with eighty percent fed back, they directly crossed the threshold to High-level Half-Saint, not far from Dou Sheng.

Yun Xiancheng opened his eyes, looking at the pile of energy crystals in his hand, radiating various colors—seven or eight One-Star Dou Sheng energy crystals, nearly a hundred Half-Saint energy crystals, and several thousand Dou Zun energy crystals.

These were all their spoils of war from this year’s hunting.

Theoretically, if he absorbed all these energy crystals, he would most likely be able to directly break through to the Dou Sheng realm. Even every girl beside him could, and then through the Pact of One Heart, allow every family member to collectively become Dou Sheng. But he did not do so.

Because he worried that if he entered the bodhi heart state of the Bodhi Ancient Tree as a Dou Sheng, the ancient tree might refuse to let him experience the fortune of a hundred reincarnations.

After all, the trials of the bodhi heart state were always only open to cultivators at Half-Saint and below. Just as Yun Xiancheng was contemplating how to deal with these energy crystals—