All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 198 Yao Guang Comes to Seek Help!

With the combined power of two hundred thousand ancient giant elephants, Yang An's power reached an extreme. He felt that with a casual movement, he could tear through the void and wipe out a star with a flick of his finger.

"I wonder how far I am from becoming a sage."

Yang An exhaled, his breath flowing like a long dragon piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, each breath carrying unparalleled power.

His current strength can be said to be even greater than Yang Qi's at the same level, because he has mastered a part of the secrets of the Divine Elephant Spirit Chapter, the Elephant Heart Unaware Body!

Even the slightest improvement in the mental aspect can increase combat power several times over compared to others of the same level. The difference in mental will makes a world of difference in strength.

Just like an ordinary person and a battle-hardened warrior, even if they have the same physical qualities, their combat abilities are completely different. The latter can easily kill several of the former.

This is what gives him the confidence to stand up to the sage.

When Yang Qi cultivated to the Five Elements Transformation and Yin-Yang Transformation, the awakened giant elephant particles were already comparable to a first-level Great Sage in terms of true energy and physique, but still no match for a Great Sage. Only by breaking through the Domain Transformation and awakening the Pure Land of Gods could he rival and crush them.

There is still a significant gap in skill levels, but Yang An is already quite confident.

It wasn't time to really talk about these things yet. A murderous intent was gradually brewing in his heart, like thunder from the heavens, like a divine sword waiting to be drawn. Once it erupted, it could kill everything in an instant.

"Congratulations, Master, your cultivation has greatly improved!"

"The glory of the ruler will last forever!"

"..."

The chorus of praise, like a poem, echoed as countless people chanted Yang An's name. They revered and loved Yang An. For nine days and nine nights, the entire holy city of Paradise was bathed in divine rain, which turned the surrounding land green.

Countless medicinal herbs sprouted, as if they had undergone a thousand years of baptism overnight, exuding a rich floral fragrance that inspired awe.

This is simply a miracle, no, a divine miracle, a miracle that even the ancient sages could not accomplish!
It's hard to imagine what kind of immense power it must have taken to accomplish this.

If someone were standing at the highest point of the Holy City of Paradise at this moment, they could see that this bustling city was subtly expanding and transforming, with a high-level energy writhing deep within, seemingly nurturing something.

This energy changes the world, making the surrounding environment more suitable for cultivation, and even dissipates and settles in the outside world.

Someone found Originium blocks on the ground, which were formed entirely from the vast essence of heaven and earth, exuding a kind of spiritual aura, unlike the ancient and weathered Originium blocks of the past.

"I seem to remember someone saying that he is the son of the Green Emperor."

Xia Jiuyou gazed at this scene from afar, feeling quite shocked. This ability to change the world with a wave of the hand truly displayed the style of the Azure Emperor.

However, Yang An had already denied this identity. Although there were still some people who called him "Qingtian" (the Upright Official), the ordinary people knew nothing about him, yet they all called him "Qingtian the Great Lord" and prayed to him with endless incense offerings.

Yang An established the Holy City of Paradise in the Northern Region, and the changes he brought about went far beyond that. He stirred up a bloody storm in the area, eradicated countless small and medium-sized forces that were ruthless and predatory, and wiped out the bandits who plundered source stones.

The more benefits the common people received, the greater their faith in and gratitude towards Yang An became.

"Young Master, let's go into the city."

The gray-robed old servant picked up a piece of source stone that had condensed on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. The two stood to the left and right of Xia Jiuyou and entered the Heavenly Holy City.

This is a holy city suspended in the sky. After three years of management by Yan Ruyu, it has undergone tremendous changes. Countless people come and go, and now there are several more things that people talk about with great interest.

A divine rain fell from the sky, the Overlord slew the Dark Night King, and four peerless demon race powerhouses simultaneously broke through, achieving minor success in their Sacred Body cultivation...

With all this, the Holy City of Paradise couldn't be more lively.

Yao Yuekong was the first to arrive and pay his respects. He was very concerned about Yang An's affairs. "This is a gift from my Heavenly Demon Palace to you."

He handed over a large piece of Luo silver essence, which was quite a lot.

Yang An laughed heartily, "You're here, why bring a gift?"

With a casual flick of his wrist, he activated the Great Refining Treasure Technique, instantly transforming the piece of Great Luo Silver into a Dao artifact silver bracelet, which he then presented to Yan Ruyu.

"This magic weapon..." Yan Ruyu put on the Great Luo Silver Essence Bracelet, her face slightly surprised. This magic weapon seemed to be alive, introducing itself to her. It was truly strange.

Generally speaking, powerful magical artifacts can give birth to deities, but none are as spiritually agile as this one, possessing countless knowledge, and even guiding her in cultivation. Yan Ruyu marveled at this.

Yang An hosted a banquet in the city. In addition to Yao Yuekong, the Ji family siblings, the Great Xia Dynasty siblings, and the holy sons and daughters of various holy lands and aristocratic families also attended.

Three years ago, they discussed metaphysics and Taoism in the Holy City and had some interaction with Yang An. Many powerful figures behind them knew about this and dared not come themselves, so they sent young people to take the lead first.

It is clear that, regardless of which holy land it is, the holy sons and daughters are only nominally supported, and in reality they are just resources to be used.

"The Holy Son of Yaoguang and the Holy Son of Dayan have arrived."

A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, and everyone looked over, their expressions showing a sense of anticipation for a good show.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang arrived adorned with 108 divine halos, his face enveloped in light. His mastery of Holy Light Technique could be said to have reached a pinnacle, his comprehension of it being no less than that of his own Holy Lord.

“Holy Sons of Yaoguang, what have you done that you still dare to come here?”

The Jiang family members looked displeased. The dragon-patterned black gold cauldron had already been smashed over their heads, so how could they not know who was behind it? However, when they thought that their family's dragon-patterned cauldron was now in the hands of Lord Yang, they smiled again, their smiles tinged with sarcasm.

"Could it be that they've come for that mysteriously missing imperial weapon?" "Hahaha, my clan's Hengyu Furnace is here, the Ji family's Void Mirror is here, the Yaochi Western Emperor Tower is here, and the Chaos Green Lotus is also in the Holy City. It's so hard to guess whose imperial weapon is missing!"

Many people looked at him strangely.

The Jiang family is really malicious; they're practically insulting people to their faces.

But the Holy Son of Yaoguang remained calm and composed, saying, "I don't know what you are talking about; I don't understand these things."

"Where is the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron? We should ask the Holy Lord and the others."

“That’s right, that’s right.” Xiang Yifei, the Holy Son of Dayan, was sweating profusely, especially when he felt the unfriendly gazes of some people in the city, which sent chills down his spine.

Both companies are in deep trouble for offending Paradise this time.

Everyone knows that the might of the ruler is forged with blood. In reality, the Holy Son of Dayan was unwilling to come, and his family did not possess the mysteriously lost imperial weapon. It was only when he saw the Holy Son of Yaoguang arrive that he had a sudden idea to follow.

Now they face a challenge.

Before they even entered the banquet hall, they felt an immense pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, as they ascended the ninety-nine steps. The expressions of the Holy Sons Yao Guang and Dayan changed, and they almost thought that Yang An had attacked them.

But when they saw Yang An sitting in the main seat, looking so nonchalant, they instantly realized that he didn't even notice them.

They are not worthy of Yang An's help.

"Thank you... Your Majesty, for your magnanimity!"

The Holy Son of Yaoguang gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stairs with difficulty. The 108 divine rings shattered on the first step, revealing his face with sweat dripping from his temples. He knew in his heart that this was a test.

Only by climbing ninety-nine steps and standing in front of Yang An can one be qualified to speak to him.

Otherwise, just get out like a stray dog.

Xia Jiuyou and two gray-robed old servants arrived nearby, their expressions changing, their tone slightly hardening, "Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!"

With this level of cultivation, if it weren't for the master Yang An, the Holy Son of Yao Guang could be considered the number one among the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness. Yet now, he is struggling to climb the ninety-nine steps, as if carrying a thousand mountains on his back, sweating profusely.

The gap is too big.

Even Xia Jiuyou was somewhat unsettled by this moment, but she quickly calmed down. "When I reach my twenties, I will definitely break through to the second level of the Immortal Platform, and it's not impossible for me to sever my Dao."

She gritted her teeth, her tone somewhat uncertain. Immortal level two wasn't a big problem, but who could say for sure about severing one's path? There were plenty of people who spent decades or even centuries achieving nothing.

How on earth did this guy cultivate?!

"puff!"

On the ninety-nine steps, the Great Evolutionary Saint Son's cultivation was too poor. He was directly blasted away halfway up, spitting out a mouthful of blood and rolling to the side, but no one cared.

Black Emperor poured cold water on the idea, making sarcastic remarks, "With such a cultivation foundation, I wouldn't even want her as a pet."

That damn dog!
Many of the young prodigies who entered the banquet looked somewhat green; they might not even be able to compare to the Holy Son of Dayan.

"What are you looking at? Be careful, or I'll suppress you all and make you my pets." The Black Emperor howled twice and patted Ye Fan's shoulder. "I already have a Holy Body pet, but I'm missing a mount. Whoever is willing to be one will get plenty of benefits."

The others' expressions changed slightly as they looked at Ye Fan, as if to say, "So you have this kind of sacred body."

"A grown dog doesn't obey commands." Ye Fan smiled awkwardly, and the Sun and Moon Seal and the Mountain and River Seal were thrown at the Black Emperor without leaving a trace. The Black Emperor grimaced in pain and bit back.

The man and the dog caused quite a commotion.

People in the arena chuckled slightly, but all their eyes were fixed on the Holy Son of Yao Guang.

The Great Yan Holy Son vomited blood and flew out halfway through the journey. What about the renowned Yao Guang Holy Son, and the sovereign Yang An who casually and effortlessly descended this trial?

Many people felt a chill; even hearing about the astonishing achievements did not make them as clear about the gap as seeing the scene before them.

"The greatest ruler of all time, Yang!" someone exclaimed in secret, even the Great Emperor was no more than this.

"Pfft!" The Holy Son of Yaoguang coughed up blood, and a strange and holy aura appeared on his body. He forced himself to walk up the ninety-nine steps and bowed to Yang An, "Congratulations on the return of the Sovereign."

With a clang, the jade cup in Hua Yunfei's hand fell to the ground. He was also there and saw the Yao Guang Holy Son's technique. Others couldn't see the depth of it, but he understood it perfectly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

'It was you?!'

The moment their eyes met, they instantly recognized each other.

Hua Yunfei was the furnace and cauldron mentioned by the Holy Son of Yaoguang. One cultivated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, and the other cultivated the Undying Heaven Art. The former was merely nourishment for the latter, completely restrained and devouring countless sources. His body was impure and chaotic, and he would eventually become nourishment for the other, nurturing a divine embryo.

Prior to this, Hua Yunfei had no idea who among the younger generation in the Eastern Wilderness had cultivated the Undying Heavenly Art; he only had a few guesses.

Now he understands.

(End of this chapter)