This wasn't Yang Zhen's first time entering such a world. In the past, it was a world that powerful beings had refined with their Divine Ability powers. But no matter how they refined it, whether they removed it from the Main Realm to form their own world or refined it anew based on the main world, there would always be no trace of living beings.
But in this vast world before him, Yang Zhen couldn't sense any sign of life. This was rather strange. Could this be a banished realm?
Yang Zhen wandered alone for a long time, passing through desolate mountains and crossing rushing rivers, some clear and some murky, but he saw no living creatures, not even a single insect.
By the tenth day, Yang Zhen felt a growing sense of unease. What was the cause of this strange turn of events?
The world grew increasingly cold. When Yang Zhen looked up, all he saw was a vast expanse of glaciers, a white expanse of sky and earth, with glaciers and rivers everywhere. In the utter silence, there was only Yang Zhen.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhen suddenly had a thought. Not far ahead, a ray of light came from the sky and fell on the glacier, illuminating the icebergs.
This celestial light was extremely pure, radiating an incredibly terrifying aura—a power Yang Zhen had never seen before.
Yang Zhen leaped towards the direction of the light and arrived at a giant mountain with clear, serene light.
Under the endless heaven and earth, the giant mountains were unknown how high they were. Yang Zhen could sense bursts of danger from them, which made Yang Zhen ecstatic.
Damn it, danger is much better than complete silence.
Just as Yang Zhen walked closer and closer to the danger with a curious expression, the iceberg suddenly emitted a soft glow.
The world is vast, Yang Zhen, standing before the iceberg, felt as insignificant as a speck of dust. But when Yang Zhen brought his forehead close to the iceberg, he could see that there was actually a person inside it.
This discovery nearly made Yang Zhen jump out of his skin, staring in astonishment at the person who seemed to have been frozen in the depths of an iceberg for countless years.
This was an old woman, her back to Yang Zhen. Despite her hunched figure, her skin was glistening with moisture from the iceberg, showing no signs of old age, but rather radiating vitality.
Yang Zhen tapped the ice surface, put his hand to his mouth, and shouted at the iceberg, "Hey, grandma, can you hear me?"
After calling out several times, there was no response from the person inside, who had obviously been dead for some time. Yang Zhen also could not sense any sign of life from the old woman.
Just as Yang Zhen was feeling somewhat disappointed, a faint sigh drifted over, "Young man, why are you here?"
Yang Zhen was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I was sucked in by a whirlpool, old woman, are you trapped inside?"
"Trapped inside?" The voice from inside was intermittent and faint, making Yang Zhen anxious. "Yes, I've been trapped inside for who knows how long, but what good will it do to get out? This road ultimately needs someone to guard it."
"This road?" Yang Zhen was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Grandma, where is this place?"
The old woman's words were completely puzzling. No matter how you looked at it, this place didn't seem like a road. If it really was a road, wouldn't anyone who walked into it be trapped inside?
Just as Yang Zhen was puzzled, the old woman stopped speaking. When Yang Zhen looked away and looked back at the old woman trapped inside the iceberg, he was surprised to find that he could no longer see through the iceberg.
The iceberg was still the same iceberg, as clear as ever, but the old woman was nowhere to be seen. For some reason, Yang Zhen had a feeling that the old woman had not left and was still there.
What a strange old woman!
Yang Zhen muttered to himself, about to leave, when his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after he took a good look at his surroundings.
"Huh? I guarded my Purgatory, you believed in your gods, we should have lived in peace and harmony, but you were reborn from death, and unexpectedly... when you returned, you were already on the other shore..."
A faint, whimpering sound drifted over, sending chills down Yang Zhen's spine. Looking around at the icy surroundings, his heart sank.
"Damn it, Mother-in-law, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I've never believed in any gods or spirits, and I've never died. Hey, did you put this ice in there?"
Yang Zhen stared speechlessly at the surrounding ice, which was still crackling and rushing towards him. He even felt like rolling his eyes.
What kind of mess is this? Just because she was curious and said a few words to this old woman, she's going to be buried alive in an iceberg?
However, Yang Zhen was a man who had seen many storms and waves, so how could he be trapped by this ice? He immediately took out his Great Deficiency Sword and slashed at the ice with all his might.
when!
A clang of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying everywhere, making Yang Zhen's hands go numb and his face turn green.
"What kind of broken ice is this? It can't even cut through Saint Weapon?"
Yang Zhen almost jumped up and cursed, patting the Great Deficiency Sword and saying, "Come out, let's see if we can break this thing?"
With Evil Shadow Black Taotie, the black mist on the Great Deficiency Sword vanished.
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the Great Deficiency Sword, his expression incredibly strange. The Evil Shadow Black Taotie actually had moments of fear?
The next moment, Yang Zhen suddenly realized that it wasn't that the Evil Shadow Black Tower was afraid of the ice, but rather that it had no way to deal with it and didn't want to waste time coming out.
Because of this delay, Yang Zhen was frozen in a very strange position by the ice.
"Damn it... in a pinch, you can't rely on anyone!"
A million alpacas were stampeding through Yang Zhen's mind. Faced with this situation, he was completely helpless. Who knew where these ice blocks came from? Now, he was frozen into an ice block in a world devoid of any life. He couldn't even squeeze out a tear.
The next moment, Yang Zhen was completely stunned.
Before Yang Zhen's eyes, in a dim world, there was fierce demonic energy everywhere. The dark light scorched the earth. To be precise, it seemed to be a kind of black flame that burned fiercely in mid-air and fell to the ground, burning the endless earth into a scorched mess.
In mid-air, endless thunderclouds raged violently, but instead of thunder dragons roaring, streams of Heavenly Fire descended from the sky. Amidst the endless waves of fire, figures radiating dazzling light struggled desperately, roaring and raging against the heavens.
Who are these people?
Yang Zhen had never seen such a terrifying figure before. It seemed that it could destroy the world with every move it made, yet it was being scorched by the world and was suffering endless pain.
These figures didn't reveal their cultivation levels, but Yang Zhen was certain that he wouldn't have a chance of survival against them.
The terrifying roar was deafening, and the overwhelming, ferocious flames blotted out the sky, making Yang Zhen feel like he had nowhere to hide. Even in the freezing cold, he was drenched in cold sweat.
Yang Zhen dared not stay in this environment any longer. If he stayed too long, he might end up like those terrifying powerhouses in the sky, falling into hysterical madness.
boom--!
A terrifying wave of fire erupted from Yang Zhen's body; the eerie white flames melted the ice, slowly but effectively.
Netherworld Karmic Fire!
Yang Zhen Yang Zhen released the Companion Heavenly Fire within his body without reservation.
That wasn't enough. At the same time, the Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire appeared above Yang Zhen's head. The fiercely burning Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire incinerated everything, and almost instantly, Yang Zhen was able to breathe again.
A startled cry came from all directions, making Yang Zhen jump. "Grandma, is that you?"
"Boy, leave this place. This isn't for you. The gates of Purgatory are about to open, about to open..."
The sound was intermittent, as if it came from the Nine Nether Purgatory. Yang Zhen suddenly woke up, his face full of absurdity.
The surrounding area was a hazy gray expanse, devoid of any ice, let alone towering icebergs.
Between heaven and earth, broken patterns could be seen everywhere. Yang Zhen's face showed a look of shock. These things were all patterns of heaven and earth, and even the lowest level was Sage Mark.
This world is constantly changing; which one truly represents heaven and earth?