Chapter 648

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The great battle was on the brink of eruption.

The Dark Soul Guard had already engaged in fierce combat with over a hundred of the Shang Clan’s formidable warriors, who had reached the Tian Gang realm. The streets around them were a chaotic battlefield, with more than two thousand warriors of the Yuan Fu realm locked in brutal combat. The nearby marketplaces, once bustling with life, had now become a scene of destruction, with houses shattered and breached by the force of the battle. Fortunately, the residents of these areas had long since fled, well aware that such a high-level conflict would inevitably involve them.

In the skies above, twelve peak warriors, each at the seventh, eighth, or ninth level of the Tian Gang realm, were locked in a deadly dance of combat. It was clear to all that the outcome of this battle would be decided by these twelve warriors. If even one of the six Shang Clan leaders were to fall or be killed, the tide of the battle could turn dramatically.

The air was filled with the sounds of battle cries, the stench of blood gradually permeating the surroundings. He Bo, with his hands folded in front of him, stood silently behind Ye Wushuang. His sole mission was to protect Ye Wushuang’s safety. No one was allowed to come within a hair’s breadth of the young master while he was injured.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang sat in his chair, let out a breath, and slowly closed his eyes. He had been severely injured during the previous battle at the Qingyun Academy. Upon arriving at the Qingyun Pavilion, Qing Mengli had generously provided several top-tier healing pills from the pavilion’s collection. Now, the effects of the pills were beginning to take hold.

How could Ye Wushuang possibly sit idly by and watch this battle unfold? The blood of the Ye Clan demanded retribution from the other five great clans. The effects of the pills continued to spread through his veins and flesh, healing his injuries. He Bo, sensing that Ye Wushuang was healing, remained silent. If his young master wished to join the battle, then so be it. His only concern was to ensure the young master’s safety.

The fighting grew more and more brutal. The midday sun gradually shifted towards the west. Despite the cacophony of screams, roars, and wails that reached Ye Wushuang’s ears, his expression remained unchanged. The Ye Clan must have faced similar trials in the past, he thought to himself. Gradually, his internal injuries stabilized.

At one moment, Ye Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes. As his eyes snapped open, the previously bright and sunny sky was suddenly overshadowed by a few dark clouds, blocking the warm rays of the sun. Looking up at the sky, Ye Wushuang murmured, “It’s going to rain…”

“That’s quite nice,” He Bo replied with a chuckle. A rain could wash everything away.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang’s brow suddenly furrowed. “Young master, is something wrong?” He Bo asked.

“Nothing,” Ye Wushuang replied.

In that instant, Ye Wushuang suddenly sensed that the dense and intense life force in the air was being absorbed, bit by bit, into the Nine-Heaven Spirit Tower within his mind. Moreover, these life forces, once inside the tower, seemed to be surging towards the entrance of the third level.

“Life force is needed,” Ye Wushuang murmured to himself. “Could it be that the opening of the third level requires life force?”

The Nine-Heaven Spirit Tower was said to have nine levels, though Ye Wushuang was not entirely certain. The first level was vast and boundless, with time flowing at half the speed of the outside world. It was here that Ye Wushuang spent most of his time in quiet cultivation. In addition to this, the primal energy within the first level was also vast and endless. However, to manipulate this primal energy, Ye Wushuang had to pay the price with his own lifespan.

The second level housed a single sword—the Jiuyuan Tai Xu Sword. In Ye Wushuang’s experience from his previous life, he had never seen a divine artifact in the entire Canghuang Heaven that could compare with it. Unfortunately, he was unable to control or wield it. However, the Tai Xu sword energy surrounding the Jiuyuan Tai Xu Sword was at his disposal.

The mystery and power of the first two levels had filled Ye Wushuang with anticipation for what lay within the third level. Yet, despite his many attempts, he had been unable to open it. Now, as the life force of the fallen warriors poured into the Nine-Heaven Spirit Tower and reached the entrance of the third level, it seemed to be… dissolving the barrier!

If the third level could be opened, the rewards would be immense. Ye Wushuang stood up.

“Young master…” He Bo voiced his concern for Ye Wushuang’s injuries.

“These are not fatal wounds, mostly external injuries. I’ve rested long enough,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile. “I can’t just sit here while they’re fighting for their lives, can I?”

The Tianya Sword slowly materialized in Ye Wushuang’s hand. “Annihilating the Shang Clan will at least let me vent some of this pent-up anger…”

With that, Ye Wushuang leaped into the fray.