Seeing Yang Zhen's strange, hesitant expression, the Shameless Cat turned its head away and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. Damn it, I was just taking a nap back then when that Great Sage Chenxue was trapped inside. I don't know how many years I slept, and I almost forgot who I was."
Yang Zhen wasn't particularly interested in what had happened back then. Anyway, the world was already like this, all those Great Saint and Great Emperor who had shaken the ages had disappeared, and now the world was stable. This kind of life was pretty good.
Yang Zhen was more interested in the Sea Dragon Pool and also in the Emperor Mark on his chest.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhen's heart stirred, and he suddenly remembered that Blood Seed.
When Yang Zhen first obtained the Blood Seed, he felt it was extraordinary. Now, thinking back, the aura on the Blood Seed was almost identical to the Blood Qi aura here.
Just as Yang Zhen was about to take out his Blood Seed to examine it, a thought suddenly struck him. He stared at the Sea Dragon Clan, who were still locked in a fierce battle with the Elder Gu beings in mid-air, and his expression became even more peculiar.
This was Yang Zhen's first time seeing the Sea Dragon Clan. He had never even heard of them before, let alone seen them. But he suddenly remembered that the shadows he had dreamed about the night before he came to the Sea Dragon Pool were undoubtedly the Sea Dragon Clan!
That dream of countless Sea Dragon Clan eyeing the endless treasures in his arms.
Thinking of all this, Yang Zhen almost broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, the Sea Dragon Clan, whom he had never seen before, actually appeared in his dream, staring at him menacingly. Could it be that the Sea Dragon Clan had appeared in his dream before he came here?
Damn, this is getting weirder and weirder.
Yang Zhen now really wants to leave this awful place.
When Yang Zhen took out the Blood Seed, a sudden change occurred. As soon as the Blood Seed entered Yang Zhen's hand, it turned into a beam of blood-red light and merged into Yang Zhen's hand. Not to mention the Shameless Cat and Wang Meiling, even Yang Zhen himself could not see the Blood Seed's current appearance.
Yang Zhen was startled and hurriedly shook his hand. Amidst the strange expressions on the faces of the Shameless Cat and Wang Meiling, his eyes rolled back, his legs kicked, and he fainted with a thud.
With his last shred of consciousness, Yang Zhen heard the rascal's distorted " Shameless Cat shit!"
Darkness, endless darkness.
When Yang Zhen woke up again, he found himself standing on a sea of blood, with an endless stench blowing in his face, and his body rising and falling with the sea of blood.
A chilling aura enveloped Yang Zhen Yang Zhen. He tried to lift his foot, but instead, he fell into the sea of blood with a thud.
"Grass!"
After sinking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhen experienced excruciating pain throughout his body, as if all the blood vessels in his body were being burst, and scorching flames were burning him. The pain was so intense that Yang Zhen felt like he was dying and coming back to life, and he went through this process countless times before the feeling finally disappeared.
Along with the excruciating pain, the endless, churning sea of blood also vanished.
When Yang Zhen regained consciousness again, the environment around him had transformed into a gigantic circular island.
The island is filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and all kinds of plants and animals are thriving. Some creatures exude spirituality and are diligently growing and living.
What puzzled Yang Zhen was that this small island had an almost Savage Wilderness atmosphere, as if he had traveled through time and arrived in the ancient era.
Suddenly, Yang Zhen felt a sharp pain in his chest. The Emperor Mark that had disappeared reappeared, faintly oozing blood, and seemingly containing endless waves of fire, burning intensely.
Yang Zhen knelt on the ground in pain, cold sweat dripping onto the ground, instantly evaporating and disappearing without a trace.
An unusually desolate and domineering force surged wildly into Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen, bones, and flesh, seemingly trying to change something within him.
Yang Zhen was startled, and at the same time, anger rose in his heart. No matter what kind of thing it was, even if it was something left behind by the Great Emperor, Yang Zhen was unwilling to let it change his body at will.
Just like the Dao of the Great Sage Chenxue, it was severed by Yang Zhen without any regret.
"Damn it, you think you can change Sage of Saunter body? You're dreaming!"
Now that we know that both the Great Sage Chenxue and the Great Emperor of the Eastern Wilderness were preparing for their own deaths, who knows if this thing, which is like blood and fire, will still be themselves once it alters their bodies?
boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying surge of power erupted from Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen. He activated both his Divine Sense and divine soul to the maximum extent, and the roars of Yang Zhen and elephants echoed throughout the heavens within him.
As the surrounding energy surged, the Literary Talent Qi Inscriptions, suddenly erupted with a fierce aura, surging towards all of Yang Zhen's power.
Rumble!
As if the heavens and earth were collapsing, an endless, surging aura erupted from Yang Zhen's body, rushing towards the raging flames.
Buzz!
When the flames encountered resistance, they suddenly erupted with a blood-red aura, and the entire wave of fire instantly turned crimson.
Yang Zhen let out a "ha!" and said through gritted teeth, "The fox's tail has been revealed, hasn't it? Blood-red flames, it's obviously no good. Destroy it for this Sage of Saunter!"
puff!
The two terrifying forces collided, and Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, but his expression became even more resolute.
This crimson wave of fire, of unknown origin, was even more terrifying than all of Yang Zhen's power unleashed, and Yang Zhen even had a faint feeling that he could not withstand it.
My own body can't even withstand an intruder? This is outrageous!
Yang Zhen gritted his teeth, and with a determined heart, he ignited all the blood in his body. Waves of violent power roared like rolling thunder, enveloping the blood-red aura.
Under the endless pain, Yang Zhen's expression became distorted, yet he laughed out loud. In the midst of life and death, something cracked from Yang Zhen's body.
A feeling of blood merging came over Yang Zhen, and his eyes lit up with joy.
Unexpectedly, this misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise. Yang Zhen actually broke through the shackles between his soul and body, completely merging the two.
After transmigrating, Yang Zhen was able to fully control this body, but his soul was not the original owner of this body. Now that he has broken through the shackles, Yang Zhen's body is almost as if it has been reforged, and it has been completely integrated with his soul.
This body is, in principle, no longer the original one; it is now entirely Yang Zhen's own body.
Yang Zhen laughed heartily. The feeling of blood fusion made Yang Zhen limbs. With a thought, a power almost divinely ordained erupted and instantly refined the blood-red fire wave.
A golden flame, about the size of a thumb, floated quietly in front of Yang Zhen, devoid of any violent aura. Instead, it gave Yang Zhen a sense of warmth and comfort.
At the same time, waves of enlightenment appeared in Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen, instantly engulfing his soul.
Desolate Heaven Technique!
Yang Zhen raised an eyebrow, overjoyed. This Blood Seed actually possessed such a domineering martial skill—no, the Desolate Heaven Technique had transcended the realm of martial skills.
A name that would make all cultivators in the world flock to it appeared in Yang Zhen's mind: Ultimate Technique!
"Could this be considered a blessing in disguise?" Yang Zhen muttered to himself, looking at his chest. The Emperor Mark of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Wilderness had finally disappeared, and Yang Zhen could no longer sense any presence from him.
At this moment, fragmented images appeared in Yang Zhen's mind. Yang Zhen's expression became increasingly strange. Then the images shattered, and Yang Zhen's body gradually dissipated.
When Yang Zhen fully regained consciousness, Wang Meiling was supporting him, constantly wiping away his sweat. His clothes were already soaked through, and they were blood red, as if blood had been mixed with his sweat.
Seeing Yang Zhen wake up, Shameless Cat and Wang Meiling immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kid, you're finally awake. What happened? You were sweating and bleeding, and you were even on fire... Hey, where did you go?"
Yang Zhen didn't answer the Shameless Cat's question. With a strange expression, he stood up, walked to the area below where the Elder Gu and the Sea Dragon Clan were fighting, tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and shouted:
"Stop it!"