The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 150 - 135: All Traps! From the Eastern Tang Dynasty

"What's a fighter jet carrying a nuclear bomb?"

"..."

The Bow Lady asked in confusion, but she still executed Yang An's request without hesitation.

Under the triple amplification, half of the Mana in Yang An's body was instantly drained. The long arrow in his hand immediately trailed a brilliant, several-meter-long flame.

Yang An had no way to explain it to the Bow Lady. He drew his bow to a full moon and aimed at the space just in front of the great toad's tongue.

One shot!

WHOOSH—

The bowstring snapped back, and the long arrow vanished from Yang An's hand. It struck its target almost instantaneously, as if there was no time delay at all.

Just as a large swarm of ghoulish things was about to reach the great toad's long tongue, a blinding light suddenly erupted, seeming to fill the entire world.

The brilliant light blossomed violently, like the descent of a great sun.

In that moment, countless Demon Fiends near the toad's tongue were reduced to ash under the light's embrace, leaving a massive gap in a hundred-meter radius.

At the same time, Yang An had already used the propeller formed from his Golden Radiance to rush to the very front. He charged toward the great toad's tongue just as the light was about to fade.

But just as Yang An was about to land on the toad's long tongue, a noisy buzzing suddenly rang in his ears.

He glanced to the side and saw a creature with several pairs of long, transparent, cicada-like wings.

It had an ugly, slender, humanoid form, but it more closely resembled a species of mosquito.

This thing was even faster than him. It overtook Yang An in an instant and shot ahead.

Yang An knew there might be other creatures that could fly besides him, and sure enough, there was.

'Die!'

The propeller instantly dispersed, turning into countless specks of Golden Radiance that shredded the creature into a rain of blood. Yang An's figure dove down, landing steadily on the soft tongue, and then shot like a black shadow toward the toad's mouth.

Thanks to the arrow he had just shot, a large, empty space had been blasted open behind him. Yang An no longer had to worry about being overtaken by the creatures following him. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

However, he didn't slow down, continuing to race toward the toad's mouth. As he stepped onto the toad's long tongue, treading on the numerous eyeballs, he couldn't help but feel his Scalp tingle as the pupils within them contracted and dilated.

He knew the true spatial entrance was inside this great toad's mouth, but the feeling of willingly running into the tiger's den was incredibly strange.

The two large eyes reflecting the blood-red sun and moon seemed to be slowly looking down. A terrifying gaze fell upon Yang An, as if it were truly staring at a mosquito.

Fortunately, Yang An was very fast. In just two breaths, he had crossed the long tongue and reached the edge of the great toad's mouth.

The enormous, ferocious maw was like the entrance to a dark abyss. He could only brace himself and charge in.

As countless wails of pain and cries for help echoed in his ears, a thick, putrid stench filled the toad's mouth. A single whiff was enough to make someone pass out.

Yang An held his breath and pushed forward with all his might, plunging into the darkness.

He seemed to pass through something intangible, like crossing a thin membrane. Suddenly, everything before him changed.

When Yang An came to his senses, the stench and the cries for help were all gone. Even the air had become much fresher.

He now found himself behind the stone dais of Yunzang Palace, standing before the entrance leading upstairs.

'I made it!'

Overjoyed, Yang An headed upstairs. He had finally overcome the difficult trial; now it was time for his reward.

'I hope I can find something I want in this place!'

The Yunzang Palace tower had seven floors. When Yang An arrived on the second floor, he expected it to be filled with various books, or perhaps Elixirs and Magical Treasures.

But when he saw the actual situation, he was dumbfounded.

'It's empty?!'

'Didn't the Workshop Master say that the Jueyun Sect didn't have time to take anything from within the Sect before it was overrun by Demon Fiends?'

'Or was this place always like this?'

The second floor was huge, about the size of a basketball court, but it was completely empty. Forget about the things Yang An wanted to see; there wasn't even a table or a chair.

Aside from a single painting hanging on each of the four walls, there wasn't even a speck of dust on the floor.

Naturally, Yang An's gaze was drawn to the paintings on the walls.

'There's nothing here but these paintings. They must be special.'

The first painting depicted a figure holding a sword, but this figure had six very thick legs.

The second painting showed nine monsters forming a circle, connected to each other by blood.

The third painting portrayed a boat sailing through a sea of corpses and blood.

The fourth painting showed a dismembered monster, but countless eyes had grown on its corpse.

Anyone who came here and saw these paintings would be completely bewildered, and Yang An was no exception.

Fortunately, he could use his special ability to appraise the true nature of these paintings. After a casual glance, Yang An approached the first painting. Confirming there was no danger, he gently placed his hand on it.

「[Sword Training Map (Fake)]: Created by Jueyun Sect Elder Zhang Huqing using a Technique. Placed on the second floor of Yunzang Palace as one of the traps designed to protect the Jueyun Sect's legacy. Infuse it with Mana to enter the world within the painting and obtain the inheritance.

Cost of Use: Once inside the painting, your consciousness will be suppressed and devoured by the shadow within the painting. Your physical body will be forcibly possessed.

Status: Can be Purified!」

After reading the contents of the information box, Yang An was speechless.

'This Zhang Huqing guy is a real cunning old fox. The Jueyun Sect is long gone, yet he still set up a trap like this.'

'Good thing I can see right through it.'

Since there were four paintings, it meant some had to be real and some fake. Yang An decided to test them one by one to find the genuine one.

A dozen or so breaths later, after Yang An had tested all four paintings, the result surprised him.

'All four paintings are fake!'

'They're all traps!'

Furthermore, the paintings seemed to have grown out of the walls, completely fused with them, making them impossible to remove.

Yang An was afraid that trying to remove them by force would trigger another trap, so he decided to leave them be and continue upstairs. He soon arrived on the third floor.

Just as he expected, the third floor was also completely empty, save for four paintings.

Yang An tested them all again in sequence, but the four paintings were still fake.

And without exception, all of them were created by the Jueyun Sect Elder, Zhang Huqing.

A faint smile appeared on Yang An's face as he headed upstairs again.

'He might be able to fool others, but he can't fool me.'

The fourth floor... the Fifth Floor... the 6th Floor...

Yang An made his way up, finally stopping in front of a painting on the 6th Floor. He already had a premonition.

The painting before him showed an old man in a conical hat fishing by a river. But within the river, shadowy figures bobbed about, and one could even see countless chunks of flesh, severed limbs, and internal organs.

He gently placed his hand on the painting.

「[Wearing a Conical Hat (True)]: Created by Jueyun Sect Elder Zhang Huqing using a Technique. Placed on the 6th Floor of Yunzang Palace as one of the traps designed to protect the Jueyun Sect's legacy. Infuse it with Mana to enter the world within the painting and obtain the inheritance.

Cost of Use: Upon entering the painting, you will lose control of your body. If you fail to pass the trial within, your soul will become one of the dismembered bodies in the river.

Status: Can be Purified!」

'Found it!'

Looking at the painting before him, Yang An finally broke into a happy smile. To think he'd have to go all the way to the 6th Floor to find the real one. Anyone else would have likely fallen into a trap long ago.

'It had to be me!'

"Let's see what kind of secrets are hidden in here."

He casually used Purification to eliminate the cost, then poured his Mana into the painting.

As the Mana flowed into the painting, the blood-red water in the river seemed to begin to churn. Then, dark red blood began to seep out of the painting itself.

The blood first dripped onto the floor like a trickle, then suddenly transformed into a surging tide that gushed out in an instant.

Although Yang An was prepared, in the blink of an eye, the entire world had changed dramatically.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, threatening to burst into a thunderstorm at any moment.

Before him was a boundless river. The sight of its surface was enough to make one's Scalp crawl—it was completely covered with severed limbs and chunks of flesh.

The tightly packed corpses covered the entire surface of the river, leaving not a single gap.

The stench of blood from so many bodies was so thick it was almost tangible, staining everything in the vicinity red.

And right in front of Yang An, on the riverbank, sat an old man wearing a conical hat. His back was hunched, and he held a fishing rod in his hand. A fish basket rested beside him.

He was casting his line into the river. A slender Bone Needle was tied to the end, but the surface was so covered with corpses that the needle couldn't even reach the water.

But the old man seemed tireless, casting his line into the river again and again without a hint of discouragement.

Yang An stood silently behind him, observing him.

He couldn't sense any aura of a Cultivation Level from the old man; he seemed like an ordinary person.

'He's just an illusory figure from the painting. He probably isn't real.'

'But how am I supposed to get the Magic Scripture hidden in this painting, the legacy of the Jueyun Sect? I haven't seen any clues yet.'

After casting for a while, the old man seemed to grow tired. He finally stopped, reeled in his line, and rubbed the Bone Needle at its end.

As if only just noticing him, he slowly turned his head to look at Yang An, sizing him up.

"Where did you come from, little brother? Why are you so quiet?"

The conical hat hid the old man's face, as if it were veiled by a thin gauze. Yang An couldn't see the old man's features at all.

He could only judge that he was an old man by the hand gripping the fishing rod—it was coarse and as thin as a withered branch. His voice, however, sounded much younger.

Yang An thought for a moment before replying:

"I have come from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. I did not wish to disturb you, sir. Dare I ask if you are fishing here?"

"The Eastern Tang Dynasty...?"

The old man mulled over Yang An's words. He didn't seem to know what this Eastern Tang Dynasty was, and simply looked at Yang An with curiosity.

"Didn't you enter from the Jueyun Sect, little brother?"

"You know of the Jueyun Sect?"

Yang An asked in return. 'This person inside a painting actually knows about the outside world?'