With a soft shout from Yang Zhen, the entire desolate world suddenly emitted a terrifying sound wave like an ancient dragon's roar. The world turned upside down, and with a rumble, it swept towards Yang Zhen's hands like a torrent.
A dim, yellowish light flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes. He grimaced in pain and cursed, "Damn it, I never thought acquiring a Heavenly Book would hurt so much! What a loss!"
The terrifying wave lasted for nearly fifteen minutes before Yang Zhen finally tilted his head and lay crookedly on the wooden bench, panting heavily, completely powerless.
In his mind, a huge, ancient book-like object shone brightly, echoing the Heavenly Book: Profound Principles Chapter that Yang Zhen had previously obtained. However, this Heavenly Book was engraved with three large seal characters, as if gilded, and the three characters " Earth Treasury Chapter " were ancient and vigorous, exuding a strong aura of heaven and earth!
The Heavenly Book is divided into Earthly Treasures, containing the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Every trace of even the slightest breath carries an ancient and profound aura.
Panting, Yang Zhen grinned and said, "What's this called again? This is what you call a genius, don't you think? Shameless Cat, Shameless Cat?"
The fact that no one was shouting "666" next to her startled Yang Zhen. She opened her eyes and looked around, only to be completely dumbfounded.
The wooden house had disappeared, or rather, collapsed. Only the wooden stool beneath Yang Zhen remained intact. The rest of the house was in ruins, and Yang Zhen was buried under the rocks.
"Damn it, Spirit Peak collapsed?"
Although Yang Zhen had a premonition when he collected the Heavenly Book: Earth Treasury Chapter Heavenly Book: Earth Treasury Chapter, that this world would probably cease to exist once he collected them, he never expected it to be destroyed so thoroughly.
Luckily, no one saw it, otherwise, if Yang Zhen were accused of Spirit of Annihilation Peak realm cultivator, he would really be in a bad mood.
But it would be nice if no one saw it. Yang Zhen stood up, sensed the surrounding soil and rocks with his Divine Sense, and immediately cursed.
It wasn't just buried in the soil and rocks; it was practically buried under a mountain, or rather, the entire wooden house had sunk dozens of feet below the surface.
Yang Zhen stood there dumbfounded. In this situation, let alone throwing one punch, even two or two hundred punches would probably bury him in rubble before he even got out of there.
The world's first inheritor to suffocate—that's a good name.
Yang Zhen gave a self-deprecating laugh, placed his hands on the earth and stones beside him, and suddenly a dim yellow light burst forth from his eyes, disappearing in a flash. If one did not look closely, one could not see anything unusual at all.
" Earth Treasury Technique!"
With a soft shout, Yang Zhen Yang Zhen's figure vanished from the spot, darting among the rocks.
Yang Zhen was startled. He hadn't expected the Cultivation Method recorded in the Heavenly Book: Earth Treasury Chapter to be so profound. He was completely disoriented and lost his bearings, running around underground like a headless fly.
After running for an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhen suddenly shot out with a whoosh, and the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Grass!"
This was a precipice. Yang Zhen's body was still in the process of circulating the Earth Treasury Chapter's Cultivation Method, and he couldn't convert his power in time, so he fell directly from mid-air.
On the ground, two groups of people were fighting. Two women were clinging to each other, their bodies stained with blood, their Qi and Blood churning and their faces pale. They were clearly at their last gasp.
A group of cultivators nearby, their expressions grim and uncertain, surrounded the two women, relentlessly striking them. Just as they were about to capture the two women, they heard a strange scream and were immediately startled, hurriedly looking up.
boom--!
Yang Zhen finally managed to convert his True Essence back, but it was too late. He fell to the ground like a cannonball, creating a deep crater.
The people around were all dumbfounded, standing still and not daring to move, staring intently at Yang Zhen in the pit, their expressions flashing with surprise and uncertainty.
"Pah! Pah!"
Yang Zhen spat out the weeds from his mouth, scrambled to his feet somewhat disheveled, dusted himself off, and looked at the bewildered group of people, saying, "Sorry to interrupt your fight, please continue, continue..."
As he spoke, Yang Zhen climbed out of the pit and prepared to leave.
Two women in the crowd looked anxious. One of the younger women seemed about to speak but hesitated, then was stopped by the other middle-aged woman, who shook her head silently.
As Yang Zhen walked, he pondered the Earth Treasury Technique from the Earth Treasury Chapter, trying to figure out how to control the direction when using it next time. He looked up and saw a long sword, asking in surprise, "Fellow Daoist, why are you pointing your sword at this Sage of Saunter?"
This Sage of Saunter?
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's strange form of address, the middle-aged man in front of him paused, then asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Are you a remnant of the Yang Household?"
" The Yang Household?" Yang Zhen was taken aback and said, "This Sage of Saunter is indeed surnamed Yang, but I am not from any Yang Household of ill repute. Fellow Daoist, please step aside; you are blocking Sage of Saunter path."
A sinister glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He stepped aside with a half-smile and said, "Take care, young master."
Thank you!
Yang Zhen cupped his hands in greeting and walked straight out when suddenly a delicate, startled cry rang out, "Young Master, be careful!"
"Huh?" Yang Zhen turned around upon hearing this, looking in surprise toward the source of the voice.
A dark figure suddenly appeared beside Yang Zhen, a long sword flashing coldly in his hand, aimed at Yang Zhen's chest.
Yang Zhen was surprised and turned his head to look, only to be met with a ferocious expression. It was a young cultivator next to the middle-aged man, who said fiercely, "Boy, since you also have the surname Yang, don't even think about leaving... What?"
What the heck?
Yang Zhen stared blankly as the longsword thrust towards him, completely bewildered. What did he mean by "If you're also surnamed Yang, don't leave"? Did someone surnamed Yang eat your rice or sleep in your bed?
when!
A clang of metal clashing rang out. The young cultivator's Swordsmanship was sharp and his aim was excellent. He thrust his sword directly at Yang Zhen's chest, but it seemed that he lacked strength. Not only did he fail to penetrate, but he also broke the sword in two.
The middle-aged cultivator was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the broken sword in his hand. He let out a strange cry and retreated rapidly, returning to a distance in a moment. He looked at Yang Zhen with a horrified expression.
Yang Zhen looked down at his clothes, which were worn and tattered from being worn through in the pile of rocks. Now, there was another small hole, revealing the skin around Yang Zhen's chest. A cool breeze blew, and it felt chilly.
Seeing such an unbelievable scene, everyone was stunned, staring blankly and bewildered at Yang Zhen... swallowing hard at the glimpse of skin exposed through the hole in his clothes.
Yang Zhen slowly raised his hand to cover the small hole in his clothes, turned his head to look at the young man holding the broken sword, and said fiercely, "Damn it, you dare to stab me?"
"Attack!" the middle-aged man roared, and more than ten cultivators charged towards Yang Zhen.
The delicate-looking young woman was startled and rushed forward, sword in hand. "Young master, be careful!"
The middle-aged woman was equally shocked. Seeing everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her expression changed. With a soft rebuke, her longsword suddenly burst forth with a burst of green light, attacking the middle-aged man.
A long sword was thrusting towards Yang Zhen's head, but Yang Zhen shook his head; it was too slow.
After dodging the longsword, Yang Zhen slowly squatted down, pressed his hand on the ground, and muttered to himself, " Earth Treasury Technique, Bind!"
Rumble!
Waves of earth surged up and landed right beneath the feet of a dozen or so cultivators. Everyone felt the strangeness beneath their feet, looked down, and their hair stood on end.
"What... what the hell is this?" the middle-aged man cried out, raising his sword to stab downwards, but instead pierced his own foot with a howl, turning pale with pain.