Chapter 059: The Illusory Realm

  Yang Tian's gaze swept across the interior of the blood-red stone hall. The ancient aura here was even more intense than before. The hall was filled with densely packed stone pedestals, each carved in the shape of a dragon. The dragons' eyes glowed with an eerie red light, casting an unsettling atmosphere.

  "This hall is... unsettling," Yang Tian muttered, his eyes lingering on the dragon eyes for a moment before he quickly snapped out of it. A cold sweat broke out on his back. Those dragon eyes seemed to draw in one's consciousness. If his willpower hadn't been strong enough, he might have been trapped here forever.

  "Brother Yang, the space here is extremely unstable. There are spatial cracks everywhere," Yun'er said, patting her chest lightly as her beautiful eyes fixed on several spatial rifts in the air. A hint of fear flickered in her gaze.

  Yang Tian nodded. It was clear that this place had witnessed a great battle. The broken dragon pillars scattered throughout the hall were evidence of that. If one were to accidentally step into a spatial rift, their body would be torn apart instantly.

  *Thud... thud...*

  Just as Yang Tian was deep in thought, hurried footsteps echoed from behind. Several figures were already making their way up the staircase, each exuding a terrifying aura.

  Yang Tian frowned slightly. If these people caught up, securing the inheritance wouldn't be easy. He pursed his lips and said, "Let's hurry. We need to stay ahead of them. The inheritance must not fall into the hands of outsiders."

  Without hesitation, the two of them dashed forward, rushing deeper into the massive blood-red stone hall. The hall stretched for tens of thousands of feet, and every inch of it was constructed from rare and precious materials. Yang Tian couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the Array Sect's craftsmanship.

  At the far end of the hall stood an ancient light gate, covered in intricate and mysterious runes. The entire gate was enveloped in these runes, and strange energies continuously radiated from it, making Yang Tian's head ache.

  "Is this... some kind of array?" Yang Tian muttered uncertainly after a moment of thought. The continent was filled with countless mysterious arrays, and Yang Tian had only encountered a fraction of them. Moreover, this was the ancestral home of the Array Sect. If they accidentally triggered a killing array, the consequences would be unimaginable.

  "Brother Yang, this seems to be a runic array. Very few people know how to set up such arrays nowadays. I've seen something similar in my family's records," Yun'er said after observing the gate for a while.

  "If it's an array, then let's brave it," Yang Tian said, taking a deep breath. The two of them approached the light gate, and Yang Tian tentatively reached out to touch it. The surface rippled like water, and before he could react, Yun'er had already stepped through.

  Yang Tian blinked in surprise, then quickly followed, stepping into the gate.

  As soon as he entered, Yang Tian's mind grew hazy. He faintly heard the sounds of battle and looked around in confusion. He found himself in a desolate wasteland, littered with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the sky itself had turned a deep crimson under the overwhelming killing intent.

  "Where is this place?" Yang Tian muttered, his eyes scanning the surroundings. It felt like an ancient battlefield.

  As he stood there, dazed, a familiar voice reached his ears. He turned his head and saw a figure soaring through the air. The man was tall and imposing, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind. In his hand, he gripped a five-colored divine spear, relentlessly attacking a figure in the sky.

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  "That's... my brother..." Yang Tian's mind went blank. He would never forget that figure—it matched exactly what he had imagined. The five-colored divine spear in the man's hand was one of the few Dao artifacts of the Yang family.

  In the sky, a man clad in black robes stood arrogantly in the air. Black mist continuously seeped from his body, and his eerie laughter echoed through the battlefield. With each punch, a black dragon would surge forth, tearing through the void and striking at Yang Ba.

  Yang Tian's gaze locked onto the black-robed man's chest, where the characters "Long Yang" were embroidered.

  "Long Yang, you old dog!" A surge of killing intent erupted from Yang Tian. His face twisted with rage, and the icy, bone-chilling hatred emanating from him seemed to freeze the very air around him.

  "Kill him! Big brother, you have to kill him!" Yang Tian roared like an enraged bull. His mind was consumed by hatred, and his eyes, once calm and black, were now bloodshot.

  The endless killing intent surged within him, and Yang Tian felt himself losing control.

  "Keh keh keh, I almost don't want to kill you. But since you refuse to submit, you can die!" The black-robed man cackled, and the black mist around him surged violently. Countless black rays of light erupted, causing the surrounding void to collapse.

  "Long Yang, you old dog! Today, you will pay with your life!" Yang Ba roared, his five-colored spear trembling. Purple light shot from his eyes, and his aura soared to unprecedented heights. The void around him twisted violently.

  "Hahaha! You'll need a few more millennia of training before you can take my life!" The black-robed man sneered. Around him, dozens of black dragons materialized, their overwhelming power descending from the sky.

  *Boom! Boom!*

  Yang Ba's spear swept through the air, and countless purple chains materialized, piercing through the void and colliding with the black dragons. The clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield, and the void itself seemed on the verge of collapse.

  Yang Ba's strength was earth-shattering. His spear swept aside everything in its path, and the void began to crumble, with chaotic light bursting forth. This was a battle that would shake the world.

  *Clang!*

  Suddenly, a small black mirror appeared beside Long Yang. Its surface was covered in intricate patterns, as if formed by the heavens themselves. As Long Yang poured his energy into it, the mirror awakened, causing the void to collapse further. The mirror radiated an overwhelming divine might.

  "Keh keh keh, Yang Ba, taste the power of my Blood Candle Mirror!" Long Yang waved his hand, and the mirror appeared above Yang Ba, pressing down with the force of heavenly wrath.

  "Scram!" Yang Ba bellowed, his spear sweeping through the air as countless bolts of purple lightning surged forth. However, they were unable to even scratch the mirror's overwhelming power.

  "Keh keh keh, this Blood Candle Mirror is my treasure. There's no use struggling," Long Yang sneered, continuing to channel the mirror's power to crush Yang Ba.

  *Hum!*

  The five-colored spear trembled, showing signs of breaking apart. Even Yang Ba's body began to crumble under the pressure.

  "Big brother!" Yang Tian's heart trembled with rage. An endless fury surged through him, and he charged toward Yang Ba like a madman.

  At the sound of Yang Tian's voice, Yang Ba's body stiffened. He turned his head in disbelief, his face filled with shock and horror.

  "Xiao... Xiao Tian? Run! Get out of here!" Yang Ba roared, struggling desperately against the mirror's power. His body was on the verge of collapsing.

  "Keh keh keh, what a lucky day! Two for the price of one!" Long Yang cackled maniacally. A shadowy replica of the Blood Candle Mirror materialized above Yang Tian, pressing down on him.

  "Long Yang, you old dog! You'll die a miserable death!" Yang Tian cursed, feeling his body begin to disintegrate.

  He felt as though he was about to die. The world around him grew silent.

  "Fight! Fight!"

  An overwhelming battle intent surged within him. His blood burned, and he felt as though he could hear the sounds of countless battles raging around him, like the thunder of a thousand horses and the clash of countless warriors.

  "Wait... this isn't real." Just as his consciousness was about to fade, Yang Tian's mind stirred. He glanced at Yang Ba and suddenly roared, "This is an illusion! A trick! Long Yang, you old dog..."

  In an instant, the scene before him vanished. Yang Tian's consciousness returned, and he found himself drenched in cold sweat. His once ruddy complexion had turned pale.

  "Brother Yang, are you okay?" Yun'er, who had been standing beside him, was startled. She quickly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yang Tian's face, her voice filled with concern.

  "I'm fine... I'm fine..." Yang Tian waved his hand, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The emotions in his eyes were forcibly suppressed. That illusion had nearly shattered his martial will.