BTTH : Emperor Yang

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”These guys are really arrogant. Flying so blatantly through the sky without any caution... aren’t they afraid of drawing the attention of fierce beasts?” Xian’er couldn’t help but whisper as she watched those figures flying openly ahead.

”They’re from the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan,” Wei Yang raised a brow.

He wasn’t surprised at all. Ancient clans like them were naturally far more familiar with the Desolate Ancient Region than others. With their intelligence advantage and the strength of their leaders, it wasn’t strange for them to act so boldly in the outer areas.

However, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the streaks of light flashing across the sky. With his exceptional eyesight, he could clearly see that at the head of the group was a woman dressed in colorful robes. That woman was an old acquaintance—Feng Qing’er.

”Brother Wei, look, that Heaven Demon Phoenix woman—Feng Qing’er,” Xiao Yan said quietly, a trace of astonishment flickering in his eyes. ”Something’s off about her.”

”Feng Qing’er?” Wei Yang glanced at the woman in the rainbow robes, and a faint sense of familiarity rose within him.

After a brief thought, he recalled it. He remembered seeing her back in the Beast Regin, at the ruins of an Ancient Dou Sheng. At that time, she had only been a mere Dou Zong, barely worth his notice.

But now—this same Feng Qing’er had undergone a complete transformation. Her aura was so powerful that it even faintly surpassed that of an ordinary peak Nine-Star Dou Zun!

Such growth speed... was frankly unbelievable.

Moreover, there was something faintly strange about her presence—something Wei Yang couldn’t quite name, yet it sent a subtle unease through him. The current Feng Qing’er felt completely different from before.

This difference wasn’t due to her strength or appearance—it came from her soul, and her bloodline. The old Feng Qing’er, though bearing the high bloodline of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, never exuded any trace of bloodline oppression.

But now, a faint pressure emanated from her very being. That pressure... was something both Wei Yang and Xiao Yan recognized well—they had felt it once before, when they stood before the bones of that Ancient Heavenly Phoenix.

”Brother Wei, did you notice it?” Xiao Yan asked quietly.

”Yeah, I see it,” Wei Yang nodded.

”This kind of pressure...” Xiao Yan’s eyes flickered, a chill running through him. ”The Ancient Heavenly Phoenix vanished from the world ages ago. Why would Feng Qing’er carry this kind of bloodline aura?”

”It’s nothing strange,” Wei Yang said calmly. ”Just like the bloodline of the Hou within me.”

”You mean,” Xiao Yan’s eyes widened slightly, ”She must’ve gained a great fortune—obtaining the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix’s blood essence and fusing it into her own?”

”That would make sense.”

He wasn’t unfamiliar with this kind of thing—after all, he himself had merged with the Xiao Clan’s Dou Di Bloodline through Xiao Xuan’s help, awakening a dormant bloodline.

With that in mind, Feng Qing’er’s rapid power surge wasn’t so hard to explain. High-tier bloodlines were, at times, utterly unreasonable.

”Enhancing her bloodline? I don’t think that’s all,” Wei Yang sneered softly. ”It seems even her soul has been replaced.”

”Her soul?” Xiao Yan was startled, then nodded slowly. He too had sensed it—the soul aura within Feng Qing’er was clearly different from before, as if she were an entirely different person.

Back when they collected the Ancient Flame Map, they had discussed how certain ancient remnants of souls might survive the erosion of time through special means—reviving themselves by taking over another’s body.

Who would’ve thought that such a thing would happen to Feng Qing’er herself?

It was proof that great fortunes from ancient eras weren’t always blessings—they could just as easily be deadly traps. Those ancient monsters who had lived countless years were full of bizarre and sinister methods—ones impossible to guard against.

As for Feng Qing’er’s fate, neither Wei Yang nor Xiao Yan cared much. After that brief interlude, their group continued their journey. Thanks to the guidance of the Flower Sect members, their traveling pace was much faster than before.

Roughly half a day later—

A towering, perilous mountain appeared in their sight, coiled like a colossal python reaching for the heavens. Thick streams of black mist rose ceaselessly from the mountain, shrouding the surrounding skies for a thousand feet in every direction.

Within that range, no fierce beast dared to approach—for this was the territory of the Ancient Heaven Demon Python.

The Ancient Heaven Demon Python was an extremely rare and mutated serpent species. In terms of bloodline, it stood among the closest blood relations to the primordial ancestor of the serpent race—its rank even slightly above that of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python.

However, due to its excessively violent and bloodthirsty nature, its intelligence fell far short of that of the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python clan. As a result, the latter looked down upon it, showing little respect at all.

After all, no matter how powerful one’s strength or bloodline might be, without the wisdom to match it, they were nothing more than a mindless killing machine with greater brute force. A clan like that, no matter how pure its bloodline, was not worthy of respect.

However, the blood of the Ancient Heaven Demon Python was indeed a treasure—it possessed an excellent effect in cleansing and tempering one’s body.

Of course, that ”excellent effect” was only relative.

Not to mention Wei Yang—even with Xiao Yan’s current physique, so incredibly strong as it was—even the blood of the Ancient Heaven Demon Python would not bring him much improvement anymore.

Therefore, what Xiao Yan truly valued wasn’t the python’s blood itself, but rather the Heaven Demon Blood Pool that the creature had painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of years.

Over the centuries, the Ancient Heaven Demon Python had thrown countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures into that pool, refining it bit by bit. After such a long accumulation, the energy gathered within had reached an extremely terrifying level.

If an ordinary person were to enter it, they would likely be torn apart instantly by the overwhelming force, their bodies exploding and their remains turning into nourishment for the pool.

Only the python’s descendants, or cultivators with exceptionally strong physiques, could withstand that terrifying energy.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A dozen or so figures appeared, flashing rapidly from the distance.

”The Ancient Heaven Demon Python—it’s right here.”

Not far from the mountain wrapped in rolling black mist, Yun Yun came to a stop and spoke softly.

”Yeah.” Xiao Yan studied the towering peak ahead, his gaze burning with anticipation. Then he turned toward Wei Yang and said, ”Brother Wei, I’ll have to trouble you again this time—to help me take down that beast.”

The Ancient Heaven Demon Python was at the five-turn peak, and with its monstrous physique, Xiao Yan didn’t fear it—but he wasn’t entirely confident he could subdue it quickly either. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it was best to have Wei Yang act directly and end it swiftly.

”It’s just a small favor. Let’s go—quick and clean,” Wei Yang replied casually. The moment his words fell, his body blurred into a shadow and shot toward the mountain shrouded in black mist.

Behind him, Xiao Yan, Xian’er, Medusa, and the others immediately followed. The group from the Flower Sect hesitated for a moment before gritting their teeth and rushing after them.

Wei Yang’s speed far outpaced the rest, and he made no effort to conceal himself—he simply charged straight into the dense mist blanketing the entire mountain.

Hissss!

The instant he entered, a piercing serpentine hiss erupted from within the peak. Moments later, the entire mountain began to tremble slightly. A deep, thunderous explosion echoed out as a massive black shadow whipped forward.

It was a colossal black serpent tail, nearly a hundred meters long, carrying a terrifying power that tore the very space apart as it lashed out at Wei Yang with lightning speed.

”Hmph.”

Wei Yang let out a faint snort and took a few casual steps back. Then, extending his hand, he grasped forward.

A massive, black-glowing palm manifested in the air. With what seemed like effortless motion, it reached out—and caught the violently whipping tail in its grasp.

Boom!

As they collided, the serpent’s tail twisted and thrashed violently, releasing waves of destructive force that blasted outward in all directions.

Wei Yang stood firmly in the air, gripping the enormous tail with one hand. With a slight shake, he dispersed all of its wild energy, and then, tightening his grip, he pulled upward forcefully.

With a low shout—

”Rise!”

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