The Nine Dragons Great Saint stared in disbelief as he sensed the changes in Yang Zhen. The more he felt, the more absurd the development of events seemed.
Damn it, could it be that this kid was hiding his true strength from the very beginning?
How did you break through to the third level in the blink of an eye?
Such a thing was something that Nine Dragons would never have dared to even dream of, let alone witness it firsthand. If anyone dared to look him in the eye and say that someone could raise their power from the first level to the third level in just a dozen breaths, Nine Dragons would definitely slap them across the face.
This is utter nonsense!
Who could elevate their power from the first level to the third level in just a dozen breaths?
Yang Zhen did it, and not only did he do it, this brat seems to be improving.
I just don't know why, but his progress has slowed down a bit.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yang Zhen finally stabilized his power at the third level.
Sensing that Yang Zhen's improvement had slowed down, Nine Dragons felt a sense of tension.
This is a record, a record that has never been set before in history, and it is about to be achieved in front of him. This complex feeling of both relief and regret is something that even Nine Dragons cannot help but feel a little uneasy about.
Even if Yang Zhen were to stop his enlightenment now, it would still be a remarkable achievement.
Suddenly, Yang Zhen's brows furrowed, Nine Dragons was astonished to find that he actually felt the pressure was a little too little!
Upon discovering this, Nine Dragons was both amused and exasperated, laughing and cursing, "This brat, well, I'll see what kind of miracle you can create!"
boom--!
A deafening buzz resounded, and the aura emanating from the Nine Dragons suddenly surged once more. The terrifying aura solidified the surrounding air, and the dragon-like creature beneath their feet let out a mournful howl, flapping its wings as it plummeted from mid-air.
A fierce wind howled, and towering waves surged. Nine Dragons's face also showed a solemn expression as he stared at Yang Zhen, as if he himself was not the one falling. He didn't care at all and focused all his aura on Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen's brows relaxed, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, as if the Heaven and Earth Embryonic Breathing were in harmony with the Heavenly Dao.
Nine Dragons was dumbfounded. In such a short time, Yang Zhen's aura had broken through again!
Rumble!
The dragon-like creature crashed to the ground, rolling hundreds of feet with Nine Dragons and Yang Zhen before finally coming to a stop. It let out a mournful howl and glared at Nine Dragons in dissatisfaction.
Nine Dragons got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, looking at Yang Zhen lying on the ground with a strange expression.
Yang Zhen opened his eyes, looking around in a daze. Nine Dragons, covered in dust, had a small tuft of green foxtail grass on his head, making him look ridiculously comical.
"Wow... what a new look for my fellow villager!"
Nine Dragons glared at Yang Zhen with annoyance.
North of the Central Court, near the border of the Northern Region, lies a world of icebergs, shrouded in endless white mist, resembling a fairyland, though somewhat desolate.
On a majestic mountain, there are some simple stone houses, all white, standing side by side, giving them a natural and harmonious appearance.
It's as if these buildings were meant to exist between heaven and earth, and adding even one would disrupt this harmonious state of the great Dao.
On the facade of one of the massive buildings, a woman whose age is impossible to discern sits on an icy throne, shrouded in a layer of white mist. Her features are obscured, but her figure is exquisite, and her white robes are like gauze. She exudes an ethereal aura rather than a worldly presence.
Inside the main hall, an old man paced back and forth, sometimes frowning, sometimes hesitant to speak.
The young woman said softly, " Elder Yan worried?"
The old man, addressed as Elder Yan, paused, shook his head, and said, "Holy Lord, what the Nine Dragons said... is it true?"
The temperature inside the hall instantly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the young woman's voice turned icy. " Nine Dragons is Saint Venerable; how could his words be taken lightly?"
Elder Yan gave a wry smile and said, "It's precisely because the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable doesn't speak lightly that I find this matter somewhat absurd. In tens of thousands of years, the Great Wilderness World has only discovered one such Sword Spirit. Countless people have been unable to deal with it, and our Heavenly Mountain Holy Land has been besieging it without attacking. Even the Nine Dragons Great Saint returned defeated. He... he actually wants to find a mere Celestial Phenomenon Realm youth. Oh, he says he should have broken through to the Half-Step Great Saint stage by now. But even if he is Half-Step Great Saint, so what? If he wants to find Half-Step Great Saint, why travel thousands of miles to the South of the Central Court? My Heavenly Mountain Holy Land has countless such talents!"
The elders nearby remained silent, and upon hearing this, they couldn't help but nod in agreement. Among the disciples under the various elders, there might not be many Saint Realm, but there were countless Half-Step Great Saint.
An old woman hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Holy Lord, even the people from the Yaoguang Holy Land have come here after hearing the news. It is said that the Yaoguang Holy Lord attaches great importance to the Sword Spirit. In my opinion, the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable..."
"Alright!"
A soft shout interrupted the old woman's words. The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord coldly surveyed the crowd and said, "We'll discuss this matter when the Nine Dragons arrive!"
Everyone hurriedly agreed. Elder Yan and the old woman exchanged a glance, and then everyone withdrew from the main hall.
"What's wrong with the Holy Lord? Why does he so readily believe the words of the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable?"
After leaving the temple, the old woman's face immediately darkened.
Elder Yan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, given the relationship between the Holy Lord and the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable, even if the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable can't help us, he won't act recklessly."
The old woman gave a bitter smile and said, "It's not that I'm worried about the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable acting recklessly, but if this drags on and the Sword Spirit disappears, the loss won't just be for my Heavenly Mountain Holy Land, but for the entire Central Court and even the Great Wilderness World!"
Elder Yan sighed, gazing at the ever-changing clouds in the sky, and muttered to himself, "So what if he's a prodigy? So what if he broke through to the Half-Step Great Saint Sage realm at such a young age? The Sword Spirit's aura is overwhelming. Without the aura of the Second Heaven, one simply cannot approach within a thousand feet of the Sword Spirit. I want to see what's so special about this young man so highly praised by the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable!"
The old woman laughed heartily and said, "I suppose all the talented disciples under the Tianshan Sect are thinking the same thing as Elder Yan right now."
"By the way, how is Fuyao doing?" Elder Yan suddenly asked.
The old woman smiled mysteriously and said, "He just broke through to the second level yesterday and already has strength close to that of Sword Spirit."
"What?" Elder Yan paused, glanced at the old woman with great surprise, snorted coldly, and turned to leave!
The old woman gave Elder Yan Yan's retreating figure a strange look, shook her head, and left with a wry smile.
It is said that on this night, ghostly wails echoed all night long from the foot of Elder Yan Peak, and many people could recognize that it was the voice of Li Qingfeng, Elder Yan's most outstanding disciple.
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord, atop the Heavenly Peak, dressed in white robes amidst the light dust of snow, gazed into deep thought at the distant border of the Tianshan Mountains.
What exactly are you thinking?
The voice was ethereal, like a whispered story, like a secluded spring.
At the foot of Elder Yan Peak, a young man with a livid face staggered, his aura overwhelming and his eyes flashing with a fierce light, causing a group of disciples around him to hurriedly try to dodge.
"Come here!"
The young man, brimming with hostility, glared at one of the younger disciples and shouted.
The young disciple fell silent, a look of horror flashing across his face. He glanced around; everyone else had already run away.
"What... what are your orders, Senior Brother Li?"
Has the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable returned?
"Not back yet!"
"Roll!"