The breath in his body stabilized, Yang Yan channeled his full Soul Power and merged as one with the Star Night Sword and Man Unity. Under the Evil Spirit’s terror, he cleaved down with all his might, annihilating it in an instant.

The Sword Aura of the Star Night Sword flickered, and the Evil Spirit’s transformed Soul Power was quickly absorbed clean. Only then did Yang Yan nod slightly, and flew toward the top of the tower with Sword Control.

After Yang Yan returned, he deliberately put on a relaxed face and told them that all the Evil Qi on the lower level had been taken care of.

Hu looked at Yang Yan’s somewhat pale face and couldn’t help feeling a bit worried, asking:

"Yan, what kind of trouble did you run into?"

Hearing this guy address him like that, Yang Yan couldn’t help glaring at him fiercely.

Though speaking in terms of age, it actually wasn’t such a big deal for him to call him that.

So he didn’t press the matter too much and slowly recounted what he had just encountered.

Hu listened, his heart jumping in fright again and again.

It really didn’t want to be that unlucky—just after forming a Soul Contract with a human, the other party would drop dead.

Just thinking about it left him a bit shaken.

Nascent Void, on the other hand, stayed calm the whole time.

Not to mention that its hundreds of millions of years of worldly experience allowed it to remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before its eyes, besides, this tower’s entire region was under the coverage of its Divine Sense.

Everything Yang Yan had just experienced was known to it, and at the same time it approved of Yang Yan even more.

Man and beast chatted for quite a while, yet Nascent Void never spoke. Yang Yan couldn’t hold back and used Divine Sense and Telepathy to inquire.

Only then did he learn the Evil Spirit’s true nature.

According to Nascent Void, it had originally been a relatively powerful Primordial Spirit that, after being eroded by Evil Qi, evolved into an Evil Spirit, then devoured the Residual Souls of the newly dead, thus becoming so powerful.

If they had been any later and allowed it to grow, Yang Yan’s trip this time would likely have been in grave danger.

After Nascent Void finished explaining to man and tiger, it transmitted: "It’s time for you two to leave."

It couldn’t remain awake all the time; otherwise the consumption would be too great and detrimental to the seal here.

After giving a reminder, Nascent Void didn’t wait for Yang Yan and Hu to reply. It opened a Space Passage on the spot.

Then, after issuing another round of instructions, it sent man and tiger into the Space Passage, helping them leave.

When Yang Yan and Hu disappeared, the top of the tower returned to silence.

Yet from the Void came a Divine Thought: "Placing my Lifebound Seal Talisman on you more or less gives you two extra lives. Great chaos is about to begin; it won’t be long before we meet again."

What Yang Yan didn’t know was that, on the surface, Nascent Void had him take its Lifebound Seal Talisman out to reinforce the seal, but in truth it was for protection.

Since he loved the house, he loved the crow upon it; it truly did not want the clansmen it had once protected to die and vanish because of a Soul Contract.

The Space Passage Nascent Void casually opened was, in terms of quality, undoubtedly far superior to the spatial rift that those three Primordial Spirits, each comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm, had barely torn open with their combined strength.

The Space Passage that those three Dragon Children had exhausted themselves to open was not only unstable, but also required them to expend their own strength to move within it. The difference was obvious at a glance.

The Space Passage opened by the Holy Artifact Naxu was not only consummate in stability, but also greatly reduced the difficulty of traversing space.

It was called a Space Passage, yet the high-dimensional passage region had already been compressed to the extreme, causing the entrance and exit to almost coincide, its thickness thinner than a blade’s tip.

In other words, once you stepped in from one end, you didn’t need to cross any distance at all—you could directly emerge from the other end.

As a result, by the time Yang Yan and Hu had already emerged from this Space Passage, they hadn’t even felt a thing, as if they had simply taken an ordinary step while walking.

If not for the change in scenery before his eyes, he wouldn’t have been sure whether he had truly only moved one step, or had taken a step that crossed two spaces.

No sooner had Yang Yan and Hu stepped out of this Space Passage than the exit on this side vanished like a television screen being switched off, disappearing without a trace as though it had never existed.

And the instant this Space Passage disappeared, Yang Yan suddenly felt a sense of release, like seeing the sky again after emerging from darkness.

Yang Yan himself couldn’t quite explain what this feeling was.

It was as if the gloom that had been pressing over his head all along suddenly dispersed.

This feeling could be described as seeing clear skies after the clouds parted, or as a sudden epiphany.

More straightforwardly, when Yang Yan had been in the space where Nascent Void resided, it was as if an ordinary person were in a state of oxygen deficiency—his brain just didn’t work that well.

Once he left that region, Yang Yan immediately felt his thoughts becoming much clearer.

Yet whenever he recalled his communication with Nascent Void, Yang Yan still couldn’t help but feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

As if he had been left with psychological shadow, he instinctively didn’t want to recall it.

If Yang Yan were to tell Hu about this feeling, Hu would definitely understand that he had previously suffered Spiritual Suppression from that Sacred Artifact.

Unfortunately, after carefully checking his soul and Divine Sense and finding nothing unusual, Yang Yan didn’t think too much about it and tossed this strange feeling to the back of his mind.

This Sacred Artifact also possessed intelligence and could talk; who knew what insights it might have about forging a Soul Artifact? Alas, he should have asked before leaving.

Nascent Void, Nascent Void—judging from the name, it should clearly be a Space Artifact, yet it was being used for suppression.

Still, this sort of pinnacle mastery of space really made one nostalgic...

I wonder if the Wu Kong I brought from the Hidden World could receive some guidance?

He could only wait until the next time they met.

Once this Spiritual Suppression was lifted, several ideas surged into Yang Yan’s mind at once, making him pause for a moment and subconsciously turn back to look.

Seeing that the place behind him, which should have been Nascent Void’s location, was already a different scene entirely, Yang Yan remembered that he had already been teleported to another area.

Perhaps because the layout of this building was relatively similar to Nascent Void’s dwelling, he couldn’t help but compare the two.

"Yan, what are you zoning out for? Where do we go next? I don’t know the way!"

Hu, who had walked ahead on his own for a distance, saw that Yang Yan hadn’t caught up and called out.

Then he saw Yang Yan’s pensive expression suddenly turn into a wicked grin. Those two eyes fixed on him, making his heart tremble and giving rise to a bad premonition.

"Ah... yelling ’Yan’ every other word feels pretty good, huh?"

Yang Yan twisted his neck, his finger joints cracking loudly as he smiled warmly at him.

"Crap, I’m done for!"

Seeing Yang Yan’s posture, Hu’s heart tightened. He immediately understood that after putting up with it for so long, Yang Yan was about to start his revenge. His legs oiled themselves and he bolted.

"Come back!"

Soul Fire coiled around Yang Yan’s fingertips, and chains shot out in all directions, swiftly sealing off Hu’s escape route.

Catching Hu while he was at his wit’s end, Yang Yan suddenly sprang forward, pinned Hu down, and gave him a thorough beating.

"Yan your sister, Yan your grandpa, who are you calling Yan! Remember this, I’m called Yang Yan—Mu Yi’s Yang, the Yan of Words Become Law. Call me Yang Yan!"

With every phrase, Yang Yan landed a heavy punch on Hu, and only stopped after he was done speaking.

Back on Earth, Ruyi and Yang Bo—a Cyan Dragon and a Flood Dragon—both had to call him dad.

Other than an elderly contemporary Chinese medicine doctor he’d met while running a clinic, who ignorantly called him Yan, anyone who knew his identity and strength wouldn’t dare act like Hu and keep calling him Yan.

He might not have forced everyone to address him as Moonlight, but that didn’t mean he was tolerant enough to accept the nickname "Yan."

Seeing the light on Hu’s body flicker weakly, Yang Yan believed he should have learned his lesson.