Chapter 142

The Nine Yang Ancient God deliberately revealed his identity and bestowed his inheritance before everyone's eyes, his plan being that after successfully taking over Qin Yu's body, his subsequent actions would not arouse suspicion. After all, in his view, foolish humans always believe the 'truth' they see with their own eyes. As long as he lies low for a while, using Qin Yu's identity to cultivate and rise, he will surely secure a place in this great age and overwhelm the ages! Moreover, he could also enjoy Qin Yu's great fortune.

【You have obtained the Nine Yang Ancient God's difficult advice; accept his inheritance, and in the future you will achieve great accomplishment, gaze upon longevity, and be revered by all races… but…… you will be possessed.】

The hint that surfaced in his mind gave Qin Yu confidence; it was almost identical to what the Phoenix's Second Ancestor had said, so there was nothing left to worry about.

Immediately, Qin Yu spoke without hesitation, loudly saying, "I am willing to accept the senior's inheritance!" To have an ancient god as a servant, he had not the slightest hesitation.

"Release your mind; my Dao is beyond your comprehension, I need to use the power of my seal to pour it in!" the Nine Yang Ancient God transmitted, and in a single step he stood beside Qin Yu.

Only see, a faint divine aura floated around him, twisting the void; he appeared like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world, his might terrifying.

"Good!" Qin Yu openly opened his mind, merely waiting for the other to walk into the net.

The Nine Yang Ancient God waved his hand, and the nine celestial wheels behind him instantly shielded this heaven and earth; outside projections could no longer see what was happening here.

He took another step and entered Qin Yu's mind. The feeling of freedom seemed within reach, and he could hardly suppress his inner excitement, for after being trapped in this place for endless ages, even with his power he had suffered greatly from loneliness.

After entering the sea of consciousness, he first made a simple probe and found that Qin Yu's sea of consciousness had no abnormality, nor any ancient markings inscribed within. After all, he was facing a bearer of great fortune, so he acted with extra caution.

A hum arose in the sea of consciousness as ripples spread, and the Nine Yang Ancient God continued to delve deeper. He couldn't help but sigh: this child indeed possesses deep blessings, his soul power having reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Transformation realm. A Foundation Establishment cultivator, whether body or soul, far exceeds the limits of ordinary people, and he also grasps several Dao intentions, his talent being quite remarkable. It's a pity that such talent will today fall into my hands.

I will carry your lifelong wish, prove the Dao and attain longevity, and trample all the monsters of this generation underfoot." The Nine Yang Ancient God secretly gloated.

Immediately, he took another step, preparing to directly shatter Qin Yu's consciousness. He did not want any further delay, fearing that long nights bring many dreams.

Boom! A punch erupted, countless Dao surges churning, attempting to tear apart Qin Yu's sea of consciousness.

At that moment, a faint blaze like sparks floated up in the sea of consciousness, an ancient aura gradually spreading. Countless flame patterns condensed, gradually becoming substance, sealing the entire sea of consciousness.

The Nine Yang Ancient God blinked, his mind full of bewilderment. Is this… the Nirvana True Fire? Someone is scheming in the dark, trying to trap me?

He immediately retreated, but his retreat touched the formation's restriction; countless flames surged forth like a flood, containing an undying intent, astonishing to the extreme.

The Nine Yang Ancient God's eyes widened in fury as he roared, "Who dares? Ruining the great affair of my ancient god line—are you declaring war on us? I will retreat now, and let this be as if it never happened. If I meet mishap here, you shall not think of leaving; the spirits of the burial ground will annihilate you all!" At this moment he looked somewhat disheveled; the arm bearing his soul seal instantly turned to ash and vanished.

At that moment, deep within the sea of consciousness, a faint light flickered, and a tiny figure shrouded in Nirvana intent appeared—none other than Qin Yu, who had all along been protected by the Second Ancestor.

After seeing the newcomer clearly, the Nine Yang Ancient God's anger flared, and he said to Qin Yu, "Little friend, are you trying to make an enemy of my ancient god line? Now, let me go, and we'll call it quits; I can grant you sufficient inheritance, how about that? I once fought an emperor and, though narrowly defeated, my fall from grace does not mean I lack hidden means!" He attempted to threaten Qin Yu, for this killing formation was too terrifying for him to break, and with only this wisp of soul he had limited methods.

Just as his words fell, the Second Ancestor's deep voice sounded: "Your lord, leading eight hundred gods, set up a heaven‑shocking killing formation to besiege the Qingyun Emperor, yet was defeated in a single move; the Emperor despised you as too weak, merely exerting his pressure to send you flying—do you call that a narrow loss?"

Only see, an old phoenix took human form, hands behind his back, clad in a red robe; his aura was like a blazing sun, mighty as a thousand jun, making people dare not look directly.

Qin Yu's mouth twitched slightly; he had indeed been frightened by the Nine Yang Ancient God's words, his heart pounding, for a being able to contend with an emperor truly made him worry whether the Second Ancestor's means could cope. But the result was that it was merely a minor lackey, not even a formation eye, defeated by a single glance from the other side.

Having his old background exposed, the Nine Yang Ancient God's face flushed crimson as he asked in a low voice, "Old phoenix, what exactly do you want? Are you trying to tear our faces apart? My line has many who have already ventured out, laying schemes across the myriad worlds. If today's affair spreads, do you think… the phoenix clan can still remain at peace?" He remained unafraid, relying on the gods outside to try to pinch his opponent's weak point.

"Threat? I'll refine you right now!" the Second Ancestor's expression turned cold, and towering flames surged forth like a flood, instantly forming a sea of fire.

Moments later, the flames dissipated, leaving only a skull floating above the sea of consciousness.

The Nine Yang Ancient God's heart was shaken, fear overwhelming. Although the ancient god line indeed had means to deal with the phoenix clan, if I died here, what use would revenge be? Those phoenixes would merely become others' spoils of war.

"Kneel, submit to him, and sign the Dao Heart Contract! Consider for one breath; otherwise, die!" The Second Ancestor did not wish to waste more words, his mark about to fade, so he must settle this quickly.

Qin Yu, watching from the side, felt his heart pound with both shock and anticipation. Even after endless ages, the Second Ancestor left with only a wisp of his mark could still suppress a god with a backhand—such power is truly hard to imagine.

The Nine Yang Ancient God knew well the old phoenix's ruthlessness, and dared not speak further: "I am willing! But can he bear this karma?" At this moment, staying alive was paramount; everything else could wait. He had lain hidden for endless ages, truly unwilling to die here like this. Yet after signing the Dao Heart Contract, although he would become a servant, the energy from his cultivation insights and breakthroughs would flow back to Qin Yu, which required the other party to bear some karma.

"Fine!" the Second Ancestor's eyes blazed, his threatening intent intense; if the other uttered another half‑sentence of nonsense, he would move to strike them down.

The Nine Yang Ancient God gave a bitter smile, and a wisp of pure soul slowly flowed out, surging with Dao intent upon it.

Moments later, a blank sheet of paper appeared out of thin air, and the Nine Yang Ancient God helplessly pressed his handprint upon it. He kept consoling himself that this was not weakness, but necessity forced by circumstance—what else could he do? To resist head‑on meant only death. The old phoenix's methods were too vicious; if he dared utter another half‑sentence of nonsense, he would be slain on the spot. He felt utter helplessness, wanting to cry but having no tears. Why do others enter the world smoothly, while I have not even left the burial ground and have become a slave to a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Although he was unwilling, he could only think of later finding a chance to annul the contract. As long as he could return to the myriad worlds and contact his old comrades, there would still be hope.

"Sir, you have passed." At that moment, a faint echo resonated in the sea of consciousness. One saw the formation within the sea of consciousness show faint cracks. When the Nine Yang Ancient God earlier transmitted his voice, the restricted area had already begun to act, but unfortunately it was a step too late. The spirit of the restricted area could not help but be filled with immense fury.