Battle Throught The Heavens: Reborn Yan Emperor Ts

Xiao Yan followed Huo Yi's gaze into the distance. At the end of their sight stood a tall mountain—distinctly red and white—reaching into the sky. Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

Earlier, when he had glanced that way, he felt something familiar drawing him in, but the sensation was fleeting, and after a second look, nothing seemed amiss.

"You must have noticed something," Huo Yi said, his expression puzzled as he looked at the massive mountain.

"Indeed, I sensed something, but what exactly? It gave me a very familiar feeling, yet so faint that I can't pinpoint its source," Xiao Yan replied, frowning with both puzzlement and curiosity. He then lifted his gaze toward the high sky and continued, "But because of that, I've become rather interested in this world now."

Half-joking, half-serious, he turned to Huo Yi and added, "Let's go and see what it is that makes us—who have never been here before—feel so familiar."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he began to step into the air. However, his figure suddenly halted. At that moment, as he activated the Dou Qi within his body, the surrounding area—spanning thousands of miles—was violently buffeted; wind and clouds surged, dark clouds covered the sky, and nearby towering trees were uprooted by the gale. Only Xiao Yan and Huo Yi remained unmoved, untouched by the hurricane.

Initially startled by the sudden chaos, Xiao Yan soon observed the falling trees with a surprising detachment—as if his own surging fighting spirit rendered him indifferent to such external details.

"This is a sign of overflowing Dou Qi on the verge of breakthrough! It seems these Emperor Origins aren't useless. Given my current situation, they must be closely related. I suppose I must postpone my journey for now."

After speaking, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged without further comment. Using his soul perception, he discovered that Huo Yi had cleared all people and monsters within a thousand-mile radius. Confident in the safety of their area, Xiao Yan sat calmly and began preparing for his next breakthrough.

Within his body, Dou Qi continued circulating along his meridians, continuously condensed by the strange fire before returning to the flame vortex at the cyclone's center.

Ever since Xiao Yan's strength reached Dou Di, the cyclone within him had undergone tremendous change. Before attaining Dou Di, cultivators relied on external energy absorption to fill their internal cyclones. But upon reaching Dou Di, the cyclone transforms into a new space—a core designed to store and refine the energy of heaven and earth absorbed from the outside. This space expands with one's strength; the stronger the cultivator, the greater the stored Dou Qi, thereby reducing energy consumption during combat. Moreover, this space offers a measure of isolation; unless an opponent's strength far surpasses one's own or they possess some extraordinary martial arts, they cannot disrupt the circulation of Dou Qi. This greatly prevents unnecessary harm from villainous interference in battle.

Half an hour later, with his eyes closed in meditation, Xiao Yan suddenly opened them. A sharp beam of fire shot from his eyes and disappeared into the void.

"Huh! I'm finally fine. I haven't dared to use my fighting spirit for ten years. Now that I'm using it, I feel much better. Huo Yi, I'm about to break through. Go, help me protect you."

For the past ten years, Xiao Yan had suppressed the Dou Qi in his body; otherwise, he would have reached this point long ago. Exhaling a long, turbid breath, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and spoke. Huo Yi, hearing Xiao Yan's trembling words, nodded heavily without hesitation, then soared thousands of miles away to guard him.

Xiao Yan sat quietly, forming practice seals with his hands as the Dou Qi in his body circulated along the meridians of the Burning Decree technique. As it flowed, the energy of heaven and earth gathered around him. With the Dou Qi's acceleration, his body began to rise uncontrollably. The gathered energy formed a huge vortex around him, spiraling into his meridians, continuously refined and absorbed by the strange fire before being transported into the flame vortex at the cyclone's center.

At this moment, the space within the flame vortex brimmed with rich, pure, milky white fighting spirit. It pulsed, expanding and contracting—as if waiting to accumulate enough energy to achieve a breakthrough and evolve into an even wider space.

"Click."

Just then, a crisp explosion sounded from Xiao Yan's fingers, jolting him and nearly causing the mottled fighting spirit within to riot and backfire. His Youhai Na Ring had shattered under the powerful energy, its contents spilling out like a small mountain.

Under normal circumstances, Xiao Yan would ignore such mishaps, but now a portion of Xiao Xuan's soul origin still resided in the jade bottle within his storage ring. If that bottle were crushed by this surge, Xiao Xuan would vanish completely between heaven and earth.

Should that happen, Xiao Yan would bear lifelong guilt toward Xiao Xuan—guilt that would sap his spirit, impede his cultivation, and eventually render him utterly useless.

Desperately, Xiao Yan channeled his Dou Qi to suppress the impending eruption, wrapping the jade bottle in an energy shield to protect it before concentrating fully on breaking through his strength.

Unbeknownst to Xiao Yan—eagerly pursuing his breakthrough—inside the protected jade bottle, Xiao Xuan's soul origin was quietly absorbing the Emperor's Origin that Xiao Yan had gathered, releasing a trace of life breath like a dormant dragon stirring.

But Xiao Yan was oblivious to these events, and Huo Yi was far away guarding him. No one knew what lay within that small jade bottle.

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