Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Supreme Emperor’s Scroll

Demon Sword Yi felt more agitated than ever. He, who was used to commanding others, was now being casually ordered around by Zhang Yang. It was infuriating. Zhang Yang could’ve easily struck a blow himself, but no, he had to make use of him instead.

Demon Sword Yi cast a fierce glare at Zhang Yang but, gritting his teeth, threw a punch into the air.

Boom!

The cliff wall exploded. Stones and debris flew in all directions.

A deep cave was revealed behind the shattered rock.

Yaoruoxian and Demon Sword Yi exchanged shocked glances—neither had expected this.

A hidden cave?

How did Zhang Yang know?

From the outside, there had been no indication, no spiritual energy fluctuations, no strange signs. The entrance had been completely sealed by rock.

Yet Zhang Yang had pointed right to it.

They suddenly realized how mysterious Zhang Yang truly was.

Zhang Yang said, “Demon Sword Yi, being a thug, comes with certain principles. I never asked you to constantly please me, but at the very least, you should keep your dissatisfaction in check. Understand?”

Demon Sword Yi clenched his teeth in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to strike Zhang Yang, but he knew he couldn’t.

“Remember, from now on, you’re no longer the leading figure of the new generation in the Demon Sword Forbidden Area,” Zhang Yang continued. “You’re just my thug.”

Demon Sword Yi endured the humiliation and turned his head away, choosing to look elsewhere.

Zhang Yang then turned to Yaoruoxian. “Slave, advise your thug brother to recognize his place.”

Yaoruoxian remained indifferent, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

The two siblings seemed like they were just one push away from plotting a rebellion.

After delivering his lesson, Zhang Yang felt refreshed. This was, after all, the hope for the Demon Sword Forbidden Area’s future, and teaching them a lesson was deeply satisfying. He couldn’t help but mutter, “So refreshing.”

The siblings exchanged a meaningful glance.

Zhang Yang strolled into the cave with a smile.

The two looked at each other again, a shared urge to team up against him flashing in their eyes, but they restrained themselves. Yaoruoxian, especially, returned to her usual cold indifference.

The Nine Battles Tribulation may have been completed, but this tribulation wasn’t over yet. If the final part of the slave experience wasn’t fulfilled, it would lead to the rise of inner demons, something Yaoruoxian couldn’t afford.

On the contrary, she was rather intrigued, finding both interest and confidence in turning her darkest life experience into a Slave Tribulation aimed at Zhang Yang.

This was only the first day. She was still adapting. There was no need to rush, better to take it slow.

The two siblings followed closely behind, stepping into the cave.

Inside, a cool breeze drifted through.

The air was fresh.

A deep passage extended a hundred meters ahead.

They halted.

The ground, walls, and ceiling were all etched with Forbidden Law Patterns that emitted a faint glow. These streams of light converged on a large stone, causing it to radiate a silvery brilliance. Before their eyes, it transformed into a vividly lifelike silver tiger.

“Aw.”

The silver tiger let out a low roar. Its silvery glow intensified as it locked eyes on the three intruders.

Zhang Yang pointed and said, “Thug, go.”

Demon Sword Yi’s lips twitched. He clenched his teeth, raised his sword, and charged forward.

The battle between man and tiger turned out to be unexpectedly fierce, with no clear victor in sight.

After observing for only a moment, Zhang Yang slipped around to the side.

His bloodline sense grew even stronger.

Soon, they reached the end of the cave. There was no visible path forward.

Zhang Yang turned and signaled with his eyes.

Yaoruoxian flicked her fingers.

Boom!

The mountain wall cracked open.

Behind it, a radiant light sealed off the interior. At that moment, Zhang Yang realized that the bottom of the cave had been artificially blocked. The Silver Tiger, constructed from Forbidden Law Patterns, had merely been guarding this place. The wall wasn’t natural, it was a seal.

Peering through the light, he saw a completely different scene within.

A vast hollow within the mountain.

The ground was a chaotic mess, clearly bearing the marks of a fierce battle.

Corpses lay scattered, and several wounded individuals were in the process of healing.

These people were none other than the Butian Guards.

The collapsing wall alarmed them.

Two figures immediately rushed forward, stopping behind the light, Su Guanchao and Nie Bahuang.

Zhang Yang raised his finger and pointed.

Even though Yaoruoxian was doing her best to adapt to her role as a “slave,” and intended to turn this Slave Tribulation against Zhang Yang, facing familiar people stirred up strong resistance within her. She felt shame, resentment, and anger, but the Nine Battles Tribulation left her no choice.

Her usually indifferent, elegant face now displayed traces of pain and desire for release, she nearly snapped.

Whoosh!

In that moment, Yaoruoxian struck without hesitation.

Crack!

The barrier of light before her was utterly insignificant. She possessed an extraordinarily powerful Holy Body, and her mastery of the Saints’ Laws was so profound it didn’t even require conscious activation. It radiated naturally.

Under the weight of her Saintly aura, the barrier shattered effortlessly as she surged forward.

“It’s Yaoruoxian! Be careful, she’s extremely strong!” Nie Bahuang shouted, his voice filled with urgency. He had personally witnessed Yaoruoxian’s terrifying growth within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals and knew better than anyone just how monstrous her strength was.

Su Guanchao, one of the Butian Pavilion’s top geniuses and a renowned prodigy of the Western Desert, wasted no time. After the warning, he unleashed his full power and charged.

The two joined forces.

But Yaoruoxian didn’t even draw her Demon Fairy Divine Sword. Instead, she summoned radiant holy light with both hands and launched powerful strikes.

Bang! Bang!

Both Su Guanchao and Nie Bahuang were sent flying, grunting from the force of impact.

Yaoruoxian pressed forward like a raging tide.

Alone, she drove both of them back. Even as more Butian Guards rushed in to assist, they were forced to retreat under her unrelenting assault.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang approached at a leisurely pace.

He glanced around and finally saw things clearly.

On the left side of the mountain’s hollow, there was another cave, chaotic and scattered, clearly the place where the Butian Pavilion members had fought their way through.

It was also covered in traces of Forbidden Law Patterns.

They had clearly encountered formidable guardians like the Silver Tiger, as evidenced by the casualties strewn across the ground.

Zhang Yang surveyed the entire mountain belly.

He wondered whether it had been intentionally cleared out, as there was nothing left, only a portrait remained.

That portrait stirred his bloodline, signaling that the lamp was concealed within it.

In front of the painting stood Jin Zhihong.

Surprisingly, the portrait depicted none other than the Supreme Emperor!

It was lifelike, almost surreal.

Even as a mere painting, the majesty emanating from those eyes was enough to strike fear into the hearts of onlookers.

Jin Zhihong had just risen from a kneeling position following the battle. When he saw Zhang Yang, his expression shifted dramatically.

During the journey into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, Jin Zhihong had reaped tremendous benefits, gains that could elevate his status within the Taixu Dynasty and possibly even pose a threat to the position of the already chosen new emperor.

But that same journey had also left him with a deep psychological shadow, his fear of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang’s astonishing power displays had left him shaken and filled with dread.

Now, seeing Zhang Yang appear so suddenly made him anxious. And seeing Yaoruoxian with him only intensified the pressure, especially as Su Guanchao and Nie Bahuang continued to struggle under her onslaught, constantly being pushed back.

Zhang Yang fixed his icy gaze on the Supreme Emperor’s Scroll.

He had now confirmed that the resonance of his bloodline came from within this very scroll.

The Supreme Emperor’s Scroll was suppressing the lamp!

This instantly reminded him of his experience with the second lamp.

Back then, the Dim Light of Death in the Reincarnation Well had been eroded by darkness, initially revealed by the Great Terror inside the Cabin on Ghost Island. Who would have thought the Supreme Emperor would stir such massive waves to obscure it, something only he had discovered by chance?

This time, a faint signal born from the combination of the two lamps had drawn him here. To find it once again connected to the Supreme Emperor left him feeling a cold chill.

“Who painted this?” Zhang Yang asked, his voice frigid.

Jin Zhihong, still wary, bordering on fear, gritted his teeth and raised his head, shouting angrily, “Zhang Yang, what are you being so arrogant about? This is a portrait of my ancestor! Everything here belongs to the Taixu Dynasty. You have no place here. Leave at once, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

His Holy Body erupted with intense Holy Might, and his holy eyes flickered with a mesmerizing red glow.

He was indeed powerful, especially as someone who had reached the Opening the Sky realm, level three.

But Zhang Yang remained unfazed. “Slave, beat him,” he said calmly.