Battle Throught The Heavens: Reborn Yan Emperor Ts

At this time, Xiao Yan and Huo Yi were flying toward the towering mountain. They were shocked to find that this seemingly short distance took quite a long time to traverse at Xiao Yan's speed. Hours had passed while they moved forward, yet the mountain still lay far ahead—a clear sign of the vast gap between them and their destination.

However, neither was anxious. They had trained for many years; if they could not endure such a distance, how could they have reached their current level? Moreover, hurrying along the road was a form of practice in itself. Patient by nature, they did not deliberately speed up. They were only a little surprised at the distance, and they even enjoyed the beautiful scenery of this alien world. Along the way, they picked some mysterious spiritual medicines—so rare that even Xiao Yan, a master alchemist, could not name them. Huo Yi's hearty laughter lightened the journey, while these enigmatic medicines deepened Xiao Yan's curiosity about the world, reinforcing his earlier suspicions.

As for the fact that Xiao Yan remained a master-level alchemist rather than an emperor-level one, it could only be blamed on misfortune—or perhaps on his own choices. In the past, Dou Di on the Douqi Continent had emerged by comprehending the Dao of Heaven and Earth and then formulating their own imperial-grade pill formulas, or by finding imperial-grade formulas left by ancient Dou Di masters. Xiao Yan, however, had suffered. To comprehend his own imperial-grade pill formula, he would have had to unleash his full Dou Di strength and merge himself with the energies of heaven and earth—a method that would have forced him to leave the Douqi Continent, which he was unwilling to do. When he attempted the alternative method, he failed repeatedly and eventually had to abandon the search. Thus, Xiao Yan remained only a master-level alchemist. Yet among all alchemy masters on the Douqi Continent, none could rival him.

While flying, Xiao Yan suddenly halted mid-air, his brows furrowed in a mix of solemnity and excitement. Huo Yi, following closely behind, stopped as well and raised his brows at Xiao Yan's unusual expression. It was the first time Huo Yi had seen Xiao Yan look so serious since he became emperor, yet he also sensed a spark of exhilaration in Xiao Yan's eyes. After a brief moment of contemplation, Huo Yi formed an answer in his mind—even though, as a nine-star Dou Sheng, the vast distance made it hard to sense details. After all, Dou Di masters were not common, so encountering them was rare. With curiosity, Huo Yi finally asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Xiao Yan shook his head and fixed his gaze on the mountain still visible on the horizon. "It isn't that something happened to it," he explained, "but there are two extremely powerful auras there, and their owners are at least on my level. It seems that the strong ones on this continent have discovered those things as well."

Xiao Yan was certain this belonged to this world. Upon awakening, he had felt a sensation different from that of the Douqi Continent—not due to the densely distributed Emperor's Origin, but because of the nature of this world's space. His first impression was that he felt weaker, not from a loss of strength, but because his power was greatly suppressed, preventing him from fully unleashing it. This suppression was why he and Huo Yi had been flying for so long without reaching the mountain.

At this moment, Huo Yi's expression changed. Knowing that the two powerful auras were at least at Xiao Yan's level—i.e., Dou Di powerhouses—Huo Yi silently agreed with the notion in his heart, his face growing solemn. He wondered how to obtain the mysterious items from those Dou Di figures, while Xiao Yan, standing aside, had a fiery gleam in his eyes. Although his strength was suppressed, his Dou Qi had become more condensed. Coupled with several hours of familiarizing himself with this world's space, Xiao Yan was confident that if he fought the Soul Emperor now, he could defeat him in a hundred moves. Unfortunately, since becoming emperor, the only opponent on par with him had been the already cowed Soul Emperor—a challenge that now seemed unattainable.

But now, with his strength more condensed and two ready-made Dou Di powerhouses as potential rivals, why not test himself? With that thought, Xiao Yan stepped on the void and his body surged toward the red-and-white mountain. Huo Yi, trailing behind, could only shake his head in silent resignation as he hastened to catch up. From Xiao Yan's determined expression, it was clear that although he had hesitated earlier, the compression of his strength had reawakened his fiery fighting spirit. A great battle was inevitable.

A few hours later, the two finally stopped, hovering a thousand feet away from the two Dou Di powerhouses. Hidden in the floating clouds, they gazed quietly into the distance. With their enhanced vision, they could clearly see within a thousand miles. As far as the eye could see, the tall, red-and-white mountains towered into the clouds, darkening the sky with their presence. Yet for Xiao Yan and Huo Yi, these mountains were no barrier.

Halfway up one of the mountains, two figures stood in the air, a hundred feet apart, each claiming a patch of heaven and earth. One was an old man dressed in green with gray hair and a gentle, thin face—his hands clasped behind his back, bathed in sunlight like a Taoist immortal. The other, clad in a black cloak and surrounded by inky air that obscured most of his form, revealed only a black mask adorned with an inscrutable monster pattern—a clear sign of his merciless nature.

At that moment, however, Xiao Yan and Huo Yi had no intention of concerning themselves with these matters. Their eyes widened and their pupils contracted in shock as they beheld the black-robed figure emerging from the dark mist. In unison, they whispered two words:

"Soul Clan!"