Chapter 74: Merging Inherited Memories

  In the face of the turbulent and chaotic world outside, under a waterfall at the end of the ancestral dragon vein on the east side of Xianyao Island, everything is so peaceful and tranquil. Under the emerald green Bodhi tree that stretches over 100,000 feet, along the edge of the lotus pond that spans thousands of miles, countless spiritual beasts and exotic creatures lie on the ground, fast asleep. Occasionally waking up to walk to the edge of the pool to drink a mouthful or two of pool water, there is no struggle, no killing, everything seems like a dream.

  Under the influence of the tranquil and concentrated atmosphere emitted by the Bodhi tree and the serene lotus pond, all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles feel their desires suddenly disappear, and their minds become clear and bright.

  In the center of the lotus pond, surrounded by four nine-petaled clear lotuses, a twelve-petaled clear lotus had its petals closed together, and faintly visible was someone sitting cross-legged inside.

  Yang Le sat inside the lotus platform, his mind already fully immersed in the vast memories of the Wu tribe's legacy. Yang Le transformed into every single Wu person in those memories, fighting and killing, sensing the will and passion of the Wu people who fought against heaven and earth. Every time he transformed into a Wu person who died, a thread of that massive inherited memory merged into Yang Le's creation knife, adding a hint of ferocity and unyielding spirit. The creation knife would shudder with joy every time it absorbed a memory, and the golden light on its surface was gradually entwined and eroded by threads of black silk. Yang Le couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of great joy and satisfaction.

  In the vast memory, Yang Le transformed into countless witches experiencing passion, experiencing the epiphany between life and death, tempering his soul, strengthening his will, forging a strong heart, a heart pursuing ultimate power.

  Somehow, Yang Le felt a mysterious and profound power being absorbed into him, enveloping his heart. As this power wrapped around him, his soul gradually became full and powerful, as if reborn. A joy burst forth from the deepest part of his life's imprint, filling his entire chest with an overwhelming sense of new life, a pulsating vitality.

  Although Yang Le didn't know what had happened, he vaguely sensed that he had gained a great benefit, only now there was no sign of it.

  "A loud, resounding bell sound, and before Yang Le's eyes, a man in imperial attire, holding a gigantic bell with a chaotic color, appeared abruptly. His face was stern and imposing."

  "Eastern Emperor Taiyi!" Yang Le transformed into the consciousness of this top-level great witch, knowing that the person in front of him was the Eastern Emperor Taiyi of the demonic heavenly court, who shook the vast expanse, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

  "Hmph," a cold shout, the Chaos Bell transformed into billions of feet high and low, like a wild star, smashing down on that top-level Great Witch.

  Yang Le's top-notch Taoist felt that the surrounding space had completely solidified and locked, and the huge clock was about to smash him into dust.

  The top-level Taoist was stirred up with a mighty and angry aura, gathering all his strength, and violently shouted towards the Chaos Bell that fell from the starry sky of Honghuang, punching it. Yang Le also had a surge of excitement, with a heroic spirit, his blood boiling, and he rushed towards the Chaos.

  "Clang," another loud crash, the fists collided, a massive force surged into Da Wu's body like a broken bamboo, wreaking havoc on his entire physique. Slowly, his right fist disintegrated and disappeared, spreading to his entire body, Da Wu's body shattered like porcelain, vanishing into thin air. Yet, in Yang Le and Da Wu's eyes, there was only unyielding determination and fighting spirit. As their similar wills became one, this memory also completely merged into the Canghai Sword.

  Yang Le's consciousness fell into endless darkness, and after an unknown period of time, Yang Le suddenly woke up.

  At this time, he only discovered that his body had transformed into a billion feet tall, with golden scales all over his body, a golden snake piercing his left ear, and two golden dragons under his feet. He had the face of a man and the body of a tiger, with wings growing from his shoulders, exactly like the appearance of Xiwangmu, the ancestor of the Western Golden Crow.

  He is now in the vast starry sky of Honghuang, with endless ancient stars rushing towards him. Yang Le's double fists swung out, "Boom boom..." Those ancient stars were crushed one by one under his full force impact...

  A colossal figure with an aura of ancient eternity, tens of millions of feet tall, had his muscles taut, holding a gigantic axe that seemed to be made of nothingness. He swung it forward, cleaving through the infinite starry expanse. A streak of starlight traversed billions of miles, accompanied by a massive Chaos Bell, both hurtling towards the giant. Wherever the dark axe blade and the starlight passed, countless ancient stars were annihilated. Finally, with a deafening crash, like thunder at the dawn of time, the entire lower realm of the universe shattered and lost its color.

  The entire universe's primal laws burst forth, an unparalleled force of destruction and aura descended, clearing the starry sky. Countless witches and demons vaporized, "Hong Jun... Saint..." Ten or so voices of indignant rage echoed through the void, only to be drowned out by this unprecedented explosion.

  Sitting cross-legged in the midst of the Twelve Clear Lotus, Yang Le suddenly opened his eyes, a destructive and cold gleam flashing across them before hiding deep within his profound gaze.

  The floating creation of the divine knife in the depths of the sea of consciousness was now entirely black, emitting a destructive aura that shocked even the gods and an unyielding will that knew no bounds. The surrounding air was filled with extremely pure and potent killing intent, stirring up the chaotic turbulence of the vast and boundless sea of consciousness.

  Yang Le continued to cultivate the "Opening Heaven and Earth Decision" for a period of time, and the more he cultivated it, the more mysterious and complex the trajectory of the profound aura seemed to contain some kind of heavenly truth, and he couldn't help but become deeply infatuated with it.

  After cultivating for a thousand years, Yang Le came out of his retreat, but he didn't disturb the people on the island. He quietly left Xianyao Island and flew towards the Hongyuan Continent.

  Stillness in movement, this time Yang Le has been cultivating the "Opening Heaven and Earth Decision" sixth layer of Town Tian level perfection, without any progress, feeling frustrated in his heart, he wants to go out for a walk, see the famous mountains and rivers of Honghuang, understand the situation of various forces in Honghuang, and get to know the great masters.

  A shooting star streaked across the sky, speeding towards the eastern continent of Honghuang, God's Domain. The light from the star flashed before his eyes, rapidly receding into the distance.

  Crossing the vast ocean, as soon as I stepped onto the Honghuang Continent, I saw countless floating islands suspended in the air, the dwelling place of the Eastern God Tribe.

  The nine major oceans are ruled by the Nine Great Heavenly Courts, and the four continents of Honghuang are controlled by the Four Great Super Mystery Forces. The endless floating islands above Dongfang Shenzhou and the dark abyss of Xifang Linyuanzhou are the sacred places where the twelve holy families represent the gods and demons, and the gathering place for countless scattered cultivators.

  These two domains garrison the vast majority of the power of the Twelve Sacred Clans of the Primordial Wilderness, second only to the stronghold of the Holy Family, and are responsible for maintaining countless divine demons.

  That grand gathering of the major powers of the Desolate Expanse before the Four Calamities' uprising, Yang Lei hadn't carefully examined the Endless Floating Islands yet and was teleported to the main hall by a transmission gate at the periphery. This time, Yang Lei would take a good look at what charm this Endless Floating Island, revered as sacred land by all major gods and immortals, actually held.

  Yang Le flew over the vast expanse of floating islands, each one enormous to an extreme degree. Even if a mortal from a later generation were to spend their entire life exploring just one island, they would still find it difficult to traverse its entirety. The smallest island had a diameter of at least a million li. After flying for two hours, he passed by nearly a million desolate and uninhabited floating islands before finally discovering some scattered cultivators with relatively low cultivation bases on some of the islands.

  Because on these islands are scattered a number of adjacent, extremely distant mid-to-low-grade divine temples, and there is no divine power defense light shield on the entire island.