Chapter 439: Lost Half His Life and His Love

There was a story: a wealthy man tested his three children on how to fill a warehouse with the least money. One bought straw, another bought paper; the cleverest bought candles and filled the warehouse with light.

Inside the Huang Tian Xi was a sealed space.

Yang Pan usually shrank within it; when the Nine Fiery Dragons suddenly surged in, their light and heat instantly filled the entire warehouse. The space was airtight, trapping the heat and light, making the glow blaze white-hot and the temperature soar—grain and hay turned to ash, gold and silver melted into molten iron. Yang Pan had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape; his hair burned, his skin dried and cracked. As the Nine Fiery Dragons swelled, he had no choice but to turn his mind into a white light, wrapping himself in its protection, opening the Huang Tian Xi’s passage, and fleeing outward.

The Huang Tian Xi was Yang Pan’s other treasure, its interior a small world capable of teleportation across space—but it required time to lock a destination. Now, Yang Pan was engulfed in flames, with no time to anchor himself; he shot forward, entering the battlefield.

“Yang Pan!”

Yang An, recognizing the man engulfed in fire by his aura, let out a sharp cry and unleashed the Pan Huang Sheng Ling Sword without mercy, striking Yang Pan with full force.

A brilliant, dazzling sword qi, ten li long and half a li wide, blazed with intensity, slicing through smoke and clouds, hurtling straight toward Yang Pan!

As a transmigrator, Yang An refused to acknowledge Yang Pan as his father; moreover, the Long Life Emperor’s Secret Art of Embracing Emotion and Cultivating Through Three Thousand Women, which he carried upon transmigration, had been sealed at birth—effectively crippling his golden finger. This hatred ran deep, beyond reconciliation.

“Brat, get out of my way!”

Hong Xuanji, seeing Yang Pan about to be wounded, flew into a rage. The Wheel of Heaven and Death spun in his hand, his fist solidifying, his spirit, aura, and battlefield presence coalescing into one. Hong Xuanji became a god of life and death, lunging at Yang An.

At that moment, Dou Fo Yin Yue tangled himself into the fray.

“Now Buddha Fist!”

As the Now Buddha Sutra surged, Dou Fo Yin Yue struck with a furious punch, pressing down hard on Hong Xuanji.

The collision of their fist intentions triggered cascading impacts. Hong Xuanji, enraged beyond measure, found his fist technique growing purer. Within the Wheel of Heaven and Death, his acupoints seemed lifted by divine hands, deciding life and death. His movements became like the Heavenly Pillar Mountains—unshakable, and like divine retribution—omnipresent.

Seeing this, Dou Fo Yin Yue stretched out his hand and unleashed the Great Thousand Seal.

This was the most profound martial art of the Now Buddha Sutra, directly transmitted by Yuan Huang, and still known today by its fearsome name: “Buddha’s Divine Palm.”

In that instant, the Great Thousand World lost all thought.

All things ceased. Between existence and nonexistence, the vast power of the Dharma Realm spread out. This palm struck Hong Xuanji with crushing force, flipping his body end over end until he crashed ten li away.

“Puh!”

Hong Xuanji spat blood, looked up, and saw the Pan Huang Sheng Ling Sword’s qi crisscrossing the air in a giant cross.

“Xuanji, save me!”

Yang Pan screamed, his body falling through the air.

Yang Pan

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Mu Yi Zhou Xiang.

“No…”

Hong Xuanji let out a deafening roar, abandoning his feud with Hong Yi and his duel with Dou Fo Yin Yue. He shot sideways through the air, lunging violently at Yang An—Hong Xuanji was now utterly insane.

The axle of the Wheel of Heaven and Death spun, unleashing a torrent of sealing techniques, striking continuously at Yang An in midair.

Yang An, wielding the Pan Huang Sheng Ling Sword, slashed and parried, using its sword qi to block Hong Xuanji’s advance.

“Insane?”