Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Zhen was a little confused.
What's wrong?
Is it wrong for others not to belong to any sect?
Han Yan'er and Que Ling both looked wary, especially Que Ling, who seemed hesitant. She glanced at Duan Deming and Layman Fang, then stood before Yang Zhen, somewhat uncertain.
Yang Zhen looked at Que Ling with a calm expression, but didn't pay much attention to Duan Deming and the others.
At this moment, a determined look flashed in Que Ling's eyes. She smiled at Duan Deming and stepped behind Yang Zhen.
This simple action caused everyone present to pause slightly, their expressions showing some surprise.
Qianyang Palace Qianyang Palace a pivotal position in the Great Wilderness, and even Duan Deming and Layman Fang cannot underestimate its influence.
Although Que Ling is only a disciple of the Qianyang Palace, if they can gain this power, their influence in the Savage Wilderness Ancient Land will be different.
But now, facing so many forces in the Great Wilderness, Que Ling actually chose to stand behind Yang Zhen. This simple action made everyone even more curious about Yang Zhen's identity.
How could a Que Ling Rogue Cultivator without any sect affiliation stand against Duan Deming and Layman Fang Qianyang Palace?
That's obviously impossible.
Layman Fang took a deep breath, a meaningful smile on his face, and was about to speak to Yang Zhen when Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "How boring. Since you don't believe the truth, it means we have different paths and can't work together. It seems we can't be friends. Goodbye!"
After saying that, Yang Zhen actually started walking away. When he passed by Layman Fang, he gently patted Layman Fang's shoulder, causing Layman Fang to stumble.
Layman Fang's face showed a look of rage, and he was about to speak when Duan Deming suddenly burst into laughter, his voice carrying a sinister tone, and slowly said, "Since that's the case, then when we meet again, it seems that things won't end well between us and young friend Yang. After all, in this Savage Wilderness Ancient Land, it's an indisputable fact that those who are like-minded will fight against those who are different."
These words have already put everyone at odds. At this point, if Yang Zhen could honestly reveal the lineage of his sect, it wouldn't be impossible for him to join Duan Deming and the others.
Layman Fang snorted coldly. A person who could cultivate to such a level was not the type to resort to violence at the drop of a hat. Although he had an unhappy expression on his face, he still did not speak, but simply stood next to Duan Deming, clearly agreeing with Duan Deming's words.
Han Yan'er remained expressionless, following Yang Zhen as if she would stay with him forever.
Que Ling looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, her face showing hesitation. She seemed to want to say something to persuade him, but in the end she didn't say anything. She quickly took two steps and stood next to Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen's body stiffened upon hearing this, but he waved his hand dismissively and said without turning his head, "Whatever. If it really comes to the point where a fight is unavoidable, you'll see if this 'Sage of Saunter' doesn't stab you."
"Insolence!" Layman Fang snorted coldly, staring at the back of Yang Zhen's head, and said in a deep voice, "Too presumptuous! They actually don't take us seriously. Do they really think they're Savage Wilderness Inheritance sect?"
Yang Zhen laughed heartily and said, "You don't believe the truth, so this Sage of Saunter will tell you a lie. You actually guessed right. But what is the Savage Wilderness Inheritance? I wonder if you've ever heard of the existence that once unified the Primordial Wilderness?"
What?
Upon hearing the name "Primordial Wilderness," everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Those who can refer to the Savage Wilderness as the Primordial Wilderness are all beings with profound lineages; they are the powerful ones who have truly witnessed the coexistence of Myriad Races and the turmoil of heaven and earth.
Everyone wore expressions of surprise and uncertainty. Duan Deming pointed at the back of Yang Zhen's head and asked, "What existence?"
Yang Zhen looked up, gazing silently at the sky, leaving everyone with an endless sense of loneliness. He sighed and said, "The sect that this 'Sage of Saunter' inherits is called... Class A Security Door!"
Class A Security Door?
Yang Zhen barely needed to turn around to sense the bewildered aura behind him. He simply waved his sleeve lightly, leaving not a trace behind.
Damn it, these two really think they're the masters of the world, forming cliques and engaging in factionalism and suppression of dissent. If I don't give them a good shock, they're seriously underestimating everyone.
Yang Zhen wasn't here to find any Savage Wilderness Inheritance; he was here to search for the Holy Maiden Tianxuan. This restless young lady had disappeared somewhere, and he wondered if she would face the same perilous situation as last time.
This wasn't just Yang Zhen worrying unnecessarily. In places like the Savage Wilderness Ancient Land, one wrong move and even your soul could be devoured, let alone your bones.
Everyone stood there dumbfounded, watching Yang Zhen lead his men away, their faces full of resentment. However, at this time, they would absolutely avoid conflict with human cultivators if possible. They hadn't even overcome all sorts of messy crises yet, so who would waste their energy at a time like this?
Que Ling followed Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, finding him increasingly mysterious. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Do Class A Security Door really exist?"
"That's natural."
Yang Zhen chuckled and looked back at Que Ling, saying, "This is a door that leaves any villain helpless. It's known to almost everyone in our village, and countless people with ill intentions want to enter through it."
"Hidden agenda?" Que Ling muttered to herself with a strange expression, "How could such a sect possibly survive?"
Clearly, the image of a sect composed entirely of people with wicked intentions was forming in Que Ling's mind.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and was about to speak when a deafening roar suddenly erupted not far away, unleashing a monstrous burst of demonic energy.
"Not good, the Demonic Sect seems to be making unusual moves!" Que Ling's expression changed, and she said in a deep voice.
Yang Zhen squinted at the distant mountains, where demonic energy surged and roared, and a ferocious creature, as majestic as the sky, spread out across the land.
At the same time, Yang Zhen sensed a turbulent Principle of Heaven and Earth, containing profound Dao Intent, resounding loudly, like celestial music.
Clearly, the demonic energy is resisting the Principle emanating from the Heavenly Secret Lock.
"Damn, demonic energy capable of contending with the Principle... it seems this Demonic Sect sect is quite formidable!"
Yang Zhen muttered to himself, and with a leap, he vanished from his spot in an instant. His voice drifted back slowly. "You two slow down, I'll go check out the situation ahead."
If things continue like this, something truly remarkable is about to happen.
Countless figures rushed in from all directions, clearly having noticed the eruption of demonic energy; these were all individuals unafraid of its corrosive influence.
Cultivators in the Savage Wilderness era had a variety of methods to combat demonic energy. Although these methods were not fully passed down, there were still many forces in the Great Wilderness that were not afraid of demonic energy.
Along the way, Yang Zhen saw several black figures, whose terrifying auras were even more bizarre than demonic energy.
Clearly, these people are not from the Cultivation World. As for whether they are powerful figures who just emerged in the Great Wilderness Era, that is unclear.
Yang Zhen didn't care about anything else; he rushed forward just to see if the Holy Maiden Tianxuan was here!
boom--!
Another earth-shattering sound rang out, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, air waves to roar, and the sky to howl in fury.
The entire world seemed to boil over. Under the erosion of demonic energy, bursts of power of Principle erupted from mid-air, and powerful shockwaves leveled the surrounding mountains.