Overriding the Heaven

Chu Yan stomped his feet and a gust of air blew away the rocks around him.    

    

What was revealed in front of Chu Yan was a distorted face.    

    

His face was pale, distorted, and he had an aura of despair. His empty eyes were staring straight at Chu Yan.    

    

That pair of eyes were like a black hole. Anyone who caught a glance of that gaze would feel as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads during the heat of the summer. Their entire body instantly turned ice-cold.    

    

However, Chu Yan did not have such a feeling.    

    

However, the sudden appearance of this face made him somewhat puzzled.    

    

The fog around him continued to move, and an uncomfortable pressure came from all directions.    

    

It was as if a surging torrent was trying to crush a person into pieces of paper.    

    

"This feeling..."    

    

Chu Yan pondered for a moment before squatting down and looking at his face carefully.    

    

His eyes were wide open, his nostrils were open, and his mouth was puffed up to the extreme. This was obviously not a sculpture that appeared on the ground.    

    

This was simply a human face!    

    

Moreover, it had been embedded into the ground. It was unknown just how much time had passed, to the point where it had completely become one with the earth!    

    

Chu Yan stood up with a frown.    

    

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly snorted.    

    

Boom — —    

    

With his body as the center, the strong wind started to blow violently in all directions.    

    

All the rocks within a hundred mile radius were instantly blown clean.    

    

At this moment, Chu Yan looked over again.    

    

There were so many of them on the ground.    

    

These faces belonged to both old and young, men and women alike. It was as if these people had been tortured before they died.    

    

Fear, despair, helplessness, misery, all of these negative and depressing emotions, at the moment of his death, had completely solidified on his face and then merged with the ground.    

    

These faces were all gathered together, making them look very uncomfortable. It was hard to tell how many there were at the moment.    

    

The reason why they weren't seen before was because they were covered by the rubble.    

    

At this moment, not only did they feel a chill run down their spines, they also felt goosebumps all over their bodies.    

    

"It seems like this place really isn't a good place."    

    

Chu Yan sighed.    

    

He did not blow away the rocks in the distance.    

    

If there were no surprises, then the other places would be like his feet.    

    

All human faces.    

    

"These are all living people, but for some reason, they all died here. However — "Chu Yan blinked his eyes," This place doesn't seem like the place where the ancestors of the Bai Clan can find precious materials. "    

    

Within a hundred miles, there weren't any precious materials found. They were all rubble, so Chu Yan simply flew forward.    

    

After flying for a while, he suddenly heard a sound like the sound of flowing water.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

With a burst of speed, Chu Yan fell back to the ground after a short while.    

    

A river actually appeared in front of his eyes.    

    

Moreover, not only could he not see the end of this river, he could not even see the other side.    

    

At this moment, all they could see was the rapidly flowing river, which was churning with the waves as it surged towards the distance.    

    

"What the hell is this place? There's even a river!"    

    

Chu Yan became more and more confused.    

    

However, he did not find it strange.    

    

The current him was no longer as experienced as he was when he was a prince in the Southern Yuan Country. His knowledge was limited to the ordinary world.    

    

On this continent, there were countless unfathomable secret realms.    

    

And in the vast universe, there were countless planets and continents.    

    

However, the space that the spatial rift opened gave off a deathly aura, causing people to feel extremely stifled and uncomfortable.    

    

This kind of feeling made Chu Yan feel like he was in a thousand corpses, surrounded by cold, cyan, and white corpses.    

    

"Yes. Dead souls …. "F * ck …" "Smell..."    

    

At this moment, a low voice sounded from behind the Gates of Hell.    

    

"You mean here?" Chu Yan nodded, "I feel so too, like this is a memorial hall for gathering corpses in the secular world."    

    

Just as he finished his sentence, Chu Yan suddenly realized something. A light flashed across his eyes: "You only felt this feeling now?"    

    

"Hmm …"    

    

"You didn't even feel this way before?"    

    

"Right …"    

    

After getting this answer, Chu Yan's gaze immediately turned towards the rapidly flowing river in front of him.    

    

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion.    

    

The spirit energy condensed into a huge hand of tens of acres, grabbing down and fishing.    

    

Instantly, he grabbed a big ball of the surging river water.    

    

It was as if someone had temporarily hollowed out a large part of the river.    

    

At this moment, Chu Yan's heartstrings suddenly moved.    

    

There was indeed something wrong with this river.    

    

Chu Yan could actually feel the frigid air through the Spiritual Qi.    

    

Moreover, as the river water was stirred up, something was evidently churning at the bottom of the river. Faintly, a bright light could be seen flashing.    

    

These rays of light did not match the cold, pale, and greenish color of the place.    

    

Chu Yan raised his hand and grabbed downwards.    

    

Huala!    

    

A large piece of river, wrapped in a messy mess, landed in front of Chu Yan.    

    

The bones, the sand.    

    

Some of the bones had not completely rotted away, while others had completely turned into white bones.    

    

However, all the bones were full of wounds, as if they had been tortured before they died. Furthermore, they did not have a head, only a torso and four limbs.    

    

However, Chu Yan wasn't paying attention to these corpses.    

    

It was those bright spots of light that he had found amidst the sand and the bones.    

    

It was a precious material!    

    

It was a treasure that could raise a cultivator's elemental affinity.    

    

Although there were only two, Chu Yan had already figured out two problems.    

    

Firstly, why would the immortals of the Bai Clan need the celestial mood stage to come here?    

    

Secondly, although there were precious materials in this place, the Bai Clan Immortal did not bring many back.    

    

These two questions could actually be answered with one answer.    

    

The river was too cold, and it was filled with the death aura of the dead.    

    

Even with Chu Yan's powerful blood and soul, he could feel the cold. A normal celestial mood stage would probably freeze to death if it were touched by even a little bit, or even damage to his tendons and Dao Foundation.    

    

"If that's the case, then even if the Bai Family clansmen come with celestial mood stage, they need to have relatively rich fire element. Otherwise, how would they be able to withstand the erosion of the cold current?    

    

This river seemed rather ordinary and ordinary, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous, and there weren't many precious materials inside either.    

    

It was also because of this that the Bai Clan Immortal would not bring back too many treasures every time he brought them back.    

    

In comparison, that Void Storm is not really a big problem. "    

    

At this moment, Chu Yan found out that the location of the treasure wasn't at the rocky beach, but in this river. After that, he turned into a palm made of spiritual energy and dug a few times into the river.    

    

These few times, even though he did not harvest many precious materials and there were only one or two each time, the things that were calm underground of the river had greatly broadened his horizons.    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]