Chapter 786: Sudden Enlightenment, Sudden Inspiration

But seeing that the Blood Cloud Demon Lord seemed to have something to plan, he deliberately let him go and waited until now.

At this moment, seeing that the Blood Cloud Demon Lord was dead.

Ye Yang put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He looked at the Tianyang Spirit Pearl in the hand of the Blood Cloud Demon Lord.

This Tianyang Spirit Pearl is extraordinary. It exudes infinite spiritual light all over its body, and flames are everywhere. There are dots of flame light on it, which is extremely hot, as if it can turn rivers and seas over.

This Tianyang Spirit Pearl was also well-known in Taoan Market before. It was the finale treasure of a certain auction.

It was just robbed by the other party and now it is here.

After collecting the two pulse-suppressing treasures, Ye Yang immediately returned to Feitian Gate.

After collecting the two pulse-suppressing treasures, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Tianyang Spirit Pearl, Ye Yang immediately returned to Feitian Gate.

As soon as he returned to Feitian Gate, Ye Yang urgently summoned Li Bayuan.

Li Bayuan had been seriously injured in the siege of Taoanfang City before. During this period of time.

Under Ye Yang's careful care, he finally recovered a little, although at this moment, his face still had some fatigue after the serious injury.

However, the whole person's spirit has improved a lot.

At this moment, after seeing Ye Yang, Li Bayuan immediately stood in front of Ye Yang and said.

"Brother, what are you looking for me for?"

Ye Yang glanced at Li Bayuan, then took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from his arms and slowly handed it to Li Bayuan.

"This pulse-suppressing treasure, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, was taken from the hands of the Blood Cloud Demon Lord. It was originally owned by my Feitian Sect, but now it belongs to me. You have participated in the auction in Taoanfang City and know the interests involved. Now I hand this treasure to you, and hope you can handle it properly."

Li Bayuan took the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and felt the cold breath coming from it. At the same time, there seemed to be ten thousand souls roaring in it, with extremely powerful power.

Even with his peak martial arts cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened at this moment.

Li Bayuan was shocked and grateful.

After a while, he suddenly seemed to think of something, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Brother, don't worry, I will live up to your trust."

He knew that Ye Yang was deliberately supporting him, and he knew that with his Wanhun Banner in hand, his strength would be much stronger.

Ye Yang nodded and continued.

"In addition, there is another important task for you."

After a pause, Ye Yang took out the Tianyang Lingzhu in his hand.

The Tianyang Lingzhu was refined by the Blood Cloud Demon Lord before, and there were countless flames in it.

At this moment, as soon as Ye Yang took it out, it rose slowly like a big sun, like the Tiangang Sun, dazzling, extremely strong and yang.

It exuded an extraordinary dazzling luster, which was particularly eye-catching.

"This item was originally the finale treasure of the Tao'an Market Auction. Although it was robbed by the Blood Cloud Demon Lord, we cannot let innocent people suffer losses because of this."

"You should take the Tianyang Spirit Pearl and go to Tao'an Market in person to return it to the organizer of the auction and explain what happened."

After saying this, Ye Yang waved his hand slightly, and a corpse suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. The corpse was shrouded in blood-colored mist, but it could still be seen through the blood-colored mist, and its face was as pale as paper.

Although the figure was tall and majestic, it had no breath of life at this moment.

Li Bayuan widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He had never seen such a scene before, and a chill surged in his heart.

"Is this... the Blood Cloud Demon Lord?"

Li Bayuan's voice trembled a little.

Ye Yang nodded and smiled slightly.

"Yes, this is the remains of the Blood Cloud Demon Lord. After he robbed the Tianyang Spirit Pearl, he hid everywhere, and then found the news of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and wanted to use its power to break through the realm."

"In the end, not only did he lose the treasure, but also his life."

Li Bayuan took a breath of cold air, watching this demon who was still notorious in the realm of the real person and caused chaos everywhere, died in front of him.

The body of the Blood Cloud Demon Lord lay quietly on the ground, and the momentum that once frightened people has now turned into a dead silence.

There was also a trace of surprise in his eyes, and then his face became firm.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely hang his body on the wall of Tao'an Market, and then announce it to all directions."

Li Bayuan's voice was firm and powerful.

Ye Yang nodded and looked at him with satisfaction: "Very good, you go."

After receiving the order, Li Bayuan took the two meridian-suppressing treasures and the body of the Blood Cloud Demon Lord and turned and walked out of the hall.

His steps were steady, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He did not expect that the murderer would be solved just like that.

At the same time, he also felt a sense of inexplicable excitement.

The revenge of Tao'an Market was finally avenged today.

At the same time.

In Feitianmen, a silent revival was quietly unfolding.

During this period of time, Feitianmen has been trying its best to repair the various damages caused to Feitianmen by Taoist Lu Yu before.

The various buildings that were damaged in the battle with the Blood Cloud Demon Lord have gradually restored their former glory with the joint efforts of the disciples.

The important facilities such as the Sutra Pavilion and the Alchemy Room, which were originally in ruins, have now been repaired and put back into use.

The busy figures of Feitianmen disciples shuttled through every corner.

Some are carrying materials, some are casting spells to repair damaged walls, and some are cleaning up the traces left by the battlefield.

Especially those young disciples, they were particularly active in this reconstruction process.

After experiencing the attack by Yuanshen Taoists, they deeply realized the importance of the sect and cherished the peace in front of them even more.

Many disciples spontaneously formed teams, divided work and cooperated, and patrolled day and night to avoid another disaster.

At the same time, Ye Yang and Gu Xuan also saw the shortcomings of the Feitian Sect's development during this battle.

Although there are many disciples of Feitian Sect nowadays, relatively speaking.

Among the Feitian Sect, the combat power of the senior officials is still insufficient.

Especially in the real-person realm, there are only four people, Ye Yang, Gu Xuan, Yan Qingying, and Wang Dong.

Most of his disciples are in the realm of warriors. Relatively speaking, they are absolutely difficult to resist against enemies with high strength.

Ye Yang and Gu Xuan decentralized many secret books in Feitianmen's treasure house and Sutra Pavilion, personally guided their disciples to practice, and taught many precious skills and secret books.

Moreover, the subsidy for spiritual stones has been increased.

The sharing of these resources has generally improved the disciples' cultivation.

However, although many disciples have made great progress in cultivation.

For Ye Yang, his path to cultivation was not easy.

Although he has reached the pinnacle of the realm of real people, he still feels like there is a thin layer of paper between him and the realm of Yuanshen Taoist.

This barrier seemed like an invisible wall that he could not break through no matter how hard he tried.

During this period of time, Ye Yang has been practicing in seclusion, trying to find a way to break through.

He used the Sanqing Tongtian Dao Seal that he had previously obtained from the Yuan Dao Ancestor. This magic formula passed down from ancient times seemed to contain endless power.

Every time he used the Dao Seal, Ye Yang could feel a powerful force pouring into his body, helping him stabilize his cultivation and purify the impurities in his body.

Although this kind of power is powerful, relatively speaking, it is still insufficient to help him break through to the realm of Yuanshen.

"Sure enough, the realm of Yuanshen Taoist is so miraculous that ordinary monks cannot reach it."

Ye Yang sighed slightly.

Then he took out the spiritual fantasy source stone that he had taken from the spiritual fantasy realm of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect.

This thing is not trivial, it is rare and unusual.

In addition to providing a steady stream of pure spiritual energy to accelerate his cultivation process.

It can also stimulate the environment, causing people to suddenly have an epiphany, and then break the golden rope and jade into pieces, and break through in the battle.

What followed was several months of diligent practice.

Ye Yang clearly felt that there was a lot of room for improvement in his cultivation.

His perception became sharper and the mana in his body became more pure.

However, that mysterious barrier still existed, as if testing his patience and perseverance.

On this day, Ye Yang was sitting and meditating in the retreat room when he suddenly felt an impulse.

A strong premonition surged in his heart.

It seemed like something important was about to happen.

As a monk who has been practicing for many years.

Ye Yang knew that this feeling was no accident.

He immediately counted with his fingers, trying to get a glimpse of the secrets through divination.

The next moment.

Ye Yang quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered words.

Then golden runes flowed out from the fingertips, gradually converging into a complex Yin Yang Bagua pattern.

The pattern of yin and yang flows, which is extraordinary.

With the operation of Yin Yang Tai Chi pattern.

A picture emerged in the void, reflecting the possibilities of the future.

Ye Yang looked carefully, and an old man in white suddenly appeared.

Although the man's face was blurry.

But his back made Ye Yang feel extremely familiar.

It seemed like I had seen it somewhere before.

Ye Yang's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he knew that this omen was anything but ordinary.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand in the dark, gently pulling on his soul. It was a subtle and indescribable feeling originating from the depths of his blood.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the strange feeling pull him.

For a moment, as if penetrating the void, the man suddenly turned around.

In the gap of time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, then he closed his eyes and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

It seemed like someone important was about to leave him forever.

"It's him! Mark!"

Ye Yang opened his eyes suddenly, panic and determination intertwined in his eyes. The next moment, he had already thought of something.

He turned around and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the Universiade Dynasty like lightning.

Along the way, memories of the past surged through my mind like a flood.

He and Xiuya met at Zhang's house in Bihuze many years ago.

Originally it was just to cultivate a reusable object.

But I never wanted to have feelings and gave birth to this child.

Ye Yang also cleansed his body day and night, and found countless spiritual objects for him to cleanse his marrow and cut his bones. However, he never expected that the results were not ideal.

After Ye Fan was born, he was ruthlessly teased by fate due to his poor qualifications in cultivating immortality, and had no choice but to step into the mortal world of the Universiade Dynasty.

Originally, Ye Yang only wanted the child to realize his long-cherished wish.

But never thought about it.

He found a new path in the mortal world, inheriting the legacy of the time when the Universiade Dynasty was first established, and hoped that all monks in the world could break through walls and transform into dragons.

Recruiting talents and disciples from all over the world, with extraordinary courage and benevolence, he built a beacon of preaching and teaching in the world, and his reputation gradually grew and his status was respected.

At this moment, I have been practicing for many years, and something may have happened to my only bloodline.

Ye Yang was galloping all the way, like a bolt of lightning, using his wind and thunder sword wings with all his strength, and soon he arrived in the capital of the Universiade Dynasty.

When Ye Yang entered the Universiade Dynasty and found Ye Fan's residence, what he saw in front of him made his heart twist.

The once young and high-spirited son has now been engraved with traces of vicissitudes of life, and his hair is as white as snow.

The wrinkles are like grooves, the body is rickety, and the fire of life is like a candle in the wind, fluttering about to be extinguished, and it has reached the end of its life span.

Ye Yang's eyes were red, and his throat seemed to be choked. Thousands of words were condensed on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them.

Ye Yang knew that at this moment, his identity and past grudges were just like a passing cloud.

For this special son of blood.

Companionship is the most precious gift.

He concealed his prestigious identity and quietly sat next to Ye Fan like an ordinary father.

Gently holding the wrinkled and bony hand, the warmth conveyed in the palm seemed to express the care and guilt that had not been expressed for many years.

In the next few days, Ye Yang and Ye Fan walked through the streets of the imperial city, watching the fireworks in the market and listening to the shouts and shouts of the vendors.

The prosperity of the past came into view, and the light of reminiscence flickered in Ye Fan's eyes.

After seeing Ye Yang, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Father, you are here."

He looked at his father, who was as talented as an ancestor, and couldn't help but think of many things in his eyes.

Although my father practices day and night.

But they also sat quietly in the courtyard, admiring the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and looking at the clouds rolling in the sky.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised, revealing a weak smile.

That smile is like the warm sunshine in spring, short-lived but precious, dispelling some of the haze of death.

Ye Fan's breath gradually weakened, but his eyes were full of nostalgia and expectation. He looked at Ye Yang, as if he had a thousand words to say.

But he could only spit it out with difficulty.

"Father, please don't miss me. I hope all monks in the world... will find a way out..."

Ye Yang held Ye Fan's hand tightly and frantically injected mana into his body, but it didn't help.

He knew that Ye Fan's life had come to an end. This was destiny.

It's like trees dying in winter.

It was as if the old man was about to die.

This is the degradation of body functions and the quiet disappearance of life.

It is also the withering of human life.

This is not something that mana can fix.

For a long time, he calmed down his emotions.

Then he gently closed Mark's eyes, and sighed.

"Fan'er, father is ashamed of you."

Hearing Ye Yang's words, Ye Fan hurriedly spoke, his body kept shaking, and he made a sound with difficulty.

"Father, I don't blame you. My son didn't inherit your cultivation qualifications. Instead, he discredited you."

Ye Yang sighed, maybe it was because of his psychology as a biological father, or maybe he thought more about it unconsciously after seeing the child.

He always felt that he had been practicing so hard all this time and was unworthy of this child.

He wanted to accompany this child seriously until the last moment of his life.

Ye Yang then settled down in Kyoto of the Universiade Dynasty.

Sunset and sunset, spring passes and autumn comes.

One day, someone discovered that a teahouse had opened in a remote corner of Kyoto during the Universiade Dynasty.

But many people don’t know this remote corner.

It was the place where the legendary emperor of the Universiade Dynasty collected books and lectured.

Only after the Holy Emperor died.

This place has become a remote place, deserted.

The teahouse is antique, and there is a wooden sign hanging on the lintel with the words "A bowl of floating life" written on it.

The teahouse is not big, but it is extremely elegantly decorated. Several wooden tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner, and there are several ink paintings hanging on the walls, which exude a faint poetic feeling.

The owner of the teahouse is a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament and calm demeanor.

He makes tea himself every day and entertains every guest who comes to taste tea.

The teahouse is filled with the faint fragrance of tea, making people feel particularly peaceful. Guests who come and go say that this teahouse has a special atmosphere, which seems to make people forget the troubles of the world and immerse themselves in a moment of tranquility.

Gradually, the "A Bowl of Fusheng" teahouse spread its reputation in the capital.

Many literati and dignitaries came here just to taste the unique fragrance of tea and listen to the stories told by the owner.

Ye Yang lives in the teahouse every day. When he has nothing to do every day, he pushes Ye Fan to bask in the sun in the backyard.

Ye quietly stayed by Ye Fan's side, chatting with him and recalling the good times in the past.

Ye Fan's health is deteriorating, but he still maintains an optimistic attitude.

He often tells Ye Yang some interesting things about the city that he saw after coming to the Universiade Dynasty, which often makes Ye Yang couldn't help but smile.