Chapter 1502: Angel Tribe Battlefield

The predecessors of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple, who had mastered the Six Parts of Cultivation. Not only were their memories erased, but even all traces of their existence in the world were mysteriously obliterated. And this obliteration just happened! No one in the world, except Jiang Fan, remembered their existence. What was even more terrifying was that it had all unfolded right before his eyes!

“Jiang Fan, are you alright?”

“Why are you suddenly acting so strangely?” Compassion Mirror Venerable asked, looking at him with concern.

Jiang Fan opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. The traces of those six individuals had been forcibly erased even from historical records; who would believe him if he spoke of it?

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Fan said, “I’m fine, Godmother.”

Compassion Mirror Venerable nodded slightly. “Then let’s hurry over. The sacred object of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple is far from simple.”

Jiang Fan feigned composure and said, “Godmother, I don’t want to go anymore.”

Did he even need to say what had erased the traces of those six people? It was the sacred object! It had sensed its exposure and instantly altered everything. This method was truly terrifying. Even if it offered a heaven-defying opportunity, Jiang Fan didn't want to get a single step closer.

Compassion Mirror Venerable paused, a little confused as to why Jiang Fan had suddenly changed his mind. Nevertheless, she supported him without hesitation.

“Alright, it’s up to you.”

Heart Demon Venerable quickly interjected, “Daoist Jiang, that sacred object is waiting for you to unlock its mysteries.”

Jiang Fan said in a low voice, “Venerable, stop thinking about unlocking the sacred object’s mysteries.”

“It is absolutely not benevolent!”

Having said his piece, Jiang Fan glanced at Compassion Mirror Venerable and urged, “Godmother, let’s leave quickly. We shouldn’t linger here.”

Compassion Mirror Venerable sensed the urgency in Jiang Fan’s tone. Although she didn’t understand why, she trusted him unconditionally. She placed a hand on his shoulder, ready to teleport them away.

But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred. The lightning beam that connected heaven and earth suddenly burst, transforming into countless streaks of thunder. They converged above Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple, forming a vast pool of lightning that stretched for ten thousand acres!

This sight left everyone in Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple aghast. It was the first time they had ever witnessed the sacred object react in such a way. However, Jiang Fan’s pupils constricted sharply. He was all too familiar with that vast pool of lightning! This was the very manifestation that appeared when the Six Parts unified!

True to his thoughts, the immense lightning pool, centered on Jiang Fan, roared as it poured down! It enveloped Jiang Fan, forming a thirty-meter-tall lightning giant. Its head was adorned with a Yin-Yang diagram, its eyes flickered with lightning arcs, and a five-colored lightning heart pulsed in its chest. It wielded a lightning sword, stood on a lotus flower, and had flying dragons circling behind its back. A divine halo, characteristic of the Spirit Transformation realm, shone behind its head!

“The Six Parts have unified, and it’s being forcibly activated?” Jiang Fan immediately felt a surge of dread and cried out, “Godmother…”

But before Compassion Mirror Venerable could react, the thirty-meter-tall lightning giant enveloped Jiang Fan and vanished from the spot!

When he reappeared, Jiang Fan was standing before a massive, ancient stone cone. Destructive nine-colored lightning crackled all over its surface. Needless to say, Jiang Fan immediately guessed that this was the sacred object of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple! Jiang Fan’s heart leaped into his throat. This sacred object was definitely alive!

The lightning giant didn’t stop. With a single stride, it carried Jiang Fan and slammed into the stone cone. Jiang Fan tried to struggle, but it was futile. Who would have thought that cultivating the Six Parts of Heavenly Thunder to completion would actually lead to a shackling of one’s will? This was also why none of the previous cultivators who had perfected the Six Parts of Heavenly Thunder had escaped their unfortunate fates. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain of impacting the stone cone.

However, to his surprise, the moment he collided with the stone cone, a surge of spatial energy erupted around it, pulling him into its interior.

A desolate, fractured space appeared before his eyes. The sky, which should have been azure, was instead a murky gray, marred by cracks in several places, and even several gaping black holes. The ground below blazed with raging fires, billowing thick flames. Countless bodies lay strewn across the land. They were peculiar: all were clad in white and gold armor, and their bodies exuded a sacred aura. Most strikingly, each of them had wings on their backs that seemed to shift in color.

This scene was all too familiar to Jiang Fan! In Hua Xin’s fragmented memories, there were mysterious beings with nine pairs of wings. And they were the original inhabitants of the Celestial Realm! They were also known as the Angel Clan!

Jiang Fan’s mind buzzed. The interior of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple’s sacred object was actually a remnant space of an ancient battlefield? Moreover, it was the site of a great war involving the Angel Clan? The Venerables of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple, throughout generations, probably never imagined that their so-called sacred object from beyond the heavens was, in fact, a battlefield.

The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder. Jiang Fan cautiously surveyed his surroundings. He suddenly noticed a towering stone monument deep within the swirling smoke. The lightning giant controlled Jiang Fan, moving him towards the stone monument. The closer they got to the monument, the more Angel Clan corpses they encountered along the way, each with more wings, indicating greater strength.

“Could it be that the Angel Clan waged war to contend for this stone monument?” Jiang Fan pondered this as the lightning giant led him to the foot of the stone monument. It was a shimmering, three-hundred-meter-tall stone monument, radiating a sacred glow. Its material was unknown, but the spiritual pressure it emanated surpassed anything Jiang Fan had ever witnessed. This included even the so-called Realm Artifact, the Hell Hook Judgment Pen.

Before the monument, corpses were piled up like mountains. Among them, Jiang Fan even spotted an exquisitely beautiful, flawless eight-winged angel! Her expression was gentle, her skin fair with a hint of rosy color, and her eyelashes fluttered softly in the breeze. It was as if she had merely fallen asleep.

Jiang Fan’s pupils constricted. An eight-winged angel—surely such a being was comparable to a Sage in the Celestial Realm. Yet, even such a formidable being had died in the struggle for this stone monument. What exactly was this stone monument?

He looked up and saw dense carvings of text on the monument. They bore a striking resemblance to the mysterious characters that had flickered within the lightning beam earlier.

“These must be the script of the Angel Clan, right?” A realization dawned on Jiang Fan. He had been extremely anxious, but being forcibly brought before the monument had paradoxically calmed him. If the stone cone had intended to kill him, it would have done so already. Why bother bringing him here?

“After several hundred years, there’s finally another living soul.” A rough, low, chilling voice, as if from a corpse speaking within a grave, echoed without warning.

Jiang Fan followed the sound with his gaze. He saw seven figures seated atop the stone monument. Six of them were decayed, some so severely that they had crumbled to dust, barely retaining their humanoid forms. The less decayed ones were merely dull-colored jade-like skeletons. This indicated that they had once been Spirit Transformation Venerables, beings who stood above all others in life. Their identities were clear! They were the six missing predecessors of Myriad Tribulation Holy Temple, who had perfected the Six Parts of Heavenly Thunder. They had indeed entered the stone cone and had seemingly meditated to their deaths here.

But why were there seven bodies?

Suddenly, Jiang Fan’s pupils constricted as he saw one of the central corpses slowly stand up! It was a skeleton draped in a white robe, with nothing but bones remaining. Its head had been pierced front to back by an unseen, terrifying force, leaving a gaping hole in its skull. Yet, within the skull, a thumb-sized wisp of soul flame gently flickered.