The Mo North Abyss is indeed no ordinary place.
Yang Zhen looked at Mo Xueling with surprise and asked again, "Are you sure it's the Great Emperor and not the Great Saint?"
Mo Xueling said with a wry smile, "You see, even you were so shocked after receiving this news, let alone the others!"
Yang Zhen pursed his lips and said, "I'm just a little curious. I want to see what the Great Emperor looks like—whether he has three heads and six arms or a blue face and fangs."
"Three heads and six arms?" Mo Xueling's expression was strange. "Blue face and fangs? Why do you always talk so strangely? Even the Great Emperor started from the Foundation Establishment Realm, so of course he's no different from an ordinary person. It's just that those who can cultivate to the Great Emperor Realm Stage in legends are all blessed by heaven. Talent alone is far from enough to break through to the Great Emperor Realm."
"Why?" Yang Zhen asked, looking surprised.
Mo Xueling shook her head and said, "I don't know either. It is said that Great Emperor appeared during the Shangheng period, but it was only a fleeting moment, and then his whereabouts became unknown. After the Shangheng period, in the ten thousand years after the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, not to mention Emperor Realm experts, even information about the Emperor Realm experts seems to have suddenly disappeared."
"Another Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth!" Yang Zhen chuckled, looking at Mo Xueling with surprise, and asked, "Do Emperor Realm experts need some kind of opportunity, just like Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators undergoing tribulation? Only by breaking through this kind of shackle of heaven and earth can they achieve the Emperor Realm?"
Mo Xueling was taken aback. "Many people agree with your statement, but... who can say for sure? To this day, no one knows how a powerhouse at the Emperor Realm Emperor Realm that level, let alone just how powerful they are."
"Then how do you know that the Mo North Abyss is where that so-called Great Emperor Heaven Falcon once stayed?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
Mo Xueling pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It's precisely because we can't be sure that we need to find a way to go in and take a look. As for the fact that Great Emperor Heaven Falcon once lingered in the Mo North Abyss, it was something that a long-established sect in North Isle accidentally discovered in a fragment of an imperial seal."
Yang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Alright, since there's news of the Great Emperor, this Sage of Saunter will naturally have to go and take a look."
"You agreed?" Mo Xueling said excitedly, clearly genuinely happy.
Yang Zhen asked with a strange look, "What does it matter to you whether I agree or not?"
"Of course, you have no idea how arrogant Liang Lie is, and... and Elder Mo is at his wit's end, he has no way to deal with Megatron of the Departing Star Sect."
Yang Zhen curled her lip and said, "Your so-called ' Ink Wind' is like a child's toy, and a cheap one at that."
Mo Xueling covered her mouth and chuckled, her bright, sky-blue gem-like eyes gradually curving into crescents. "Actually, I'm not optimistic about Ink Wind and the Lightning Shuttle either, but these two flying machines are, after all, the most powerful flying machines of the Spirit Learning Palace and Ink Pool Peak. Perhaps Elder Mo can still come up with a way to make Ink Wind and the Lightning Shuttle even stronger."
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said, "Since I've decided to participate, this ' Sage of Saunter' needs to go into Sage of Saunter for a while. During this time, please don't disturb Sage of Saunter. Otherwise, I might accidentally refine something wrong, and if that 'Megatron' takes first place, don't Sage of Saunter."
Mo Xueling glared at Yang Zhen and said irritably, "Who cares about coming to see you? I'm leaving now. I need to tell Father this."
Watching Mo Xueling's departing figure, Yang Zhen took a deep breath.
Great Emperor Heaven Falcon, although I don't know why a Great Emperor would choose such a low-ranking name, it's not as good as the Ri Chuantian that the Shameless Cat has. But he is, after all, an Great Emperor. Let alone staying in the Mo North Abyss for several years, even just a few months would be enough to shock most people.
Are you kidding me? A place where an Emperor Realm expert once stayed—could it be an ordinary place?
In such a place, it's entirely possible to discover something that could revitalize a sect like the Spirit Learning Palace or Ink Pool Peak.
Yang Zhen turned and left, intending to think carefully about how to forge an aircraft and what kind of aircraft to forge.
No wonder this flying machine competition is so lively; it turns out the Mo North Abyss holds such a secret. This is definitely worth checking out!
A thousand miles away from Ink Pool Peak lies a continuous range of Black Mountain. From afar, it appears shrouded in twilight, as if even the vegetation carries a Wu Guang, creating an exceptionally solemn and somber atmosphere.
The highest peak in the mountains is called Departing Star Peak, the location of the Departing Star Sect, a major sect in North Isle.
At this moment, the group was inside the main hall of the Departing Star Sect, but the atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
A young man looked at Liang Lie, who sat on the head seat, with great interest, clicking his tongue in amazement. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. "I heard that Sect Master Liang's injury was caused by a mere youth who had just successfully transcended tribulation stealing the Power of the Void?"
Liang Lie snorted coldly and remained silent. It was clear that although Liang Lie was extremely angry, he was also somewhat wary and did not want to show it.
The young man's terrifying True Essence fluctuations were even more terrifying than those emanating from Liang Lie. Seeing this, he laughed and said, "That person Yang Zhen, right? He's said to be an extraordinary genius. Tsk tsk, I've seen many geniuses, but I wonder if Yang Zhen truly lives up to his reputation. By the way, Sect Master Liang, are you sure Yang Zhen is currently at Ink Pool Peak?"
Liang Lie nodded, his face somewhat gloomy, and stared at the young man, saying, "I have an irreconcilable feud with Yang Zhen, so I'm certain he's on Ink Pool Peak right now. What, Holy Son Lin also interested in Yang Zhen? When did the chosen one of the Ke Clan become interested in a fame-seeking brat?"
Holy Son Lin chuckled and said, "Why would I be interested in that brat? I just find him a bit amusing. Ink Pool Peak and Spirit Learning Palace are clearly protecting him, and you, Sect Master Liang, are determined to kill Yang Zhen. But..."
"But what?" Liang Lie's expression changed as he stared at Holy Son Lin.
"However... it seems that Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits is somewhat interested in that boy. Sect Master Liang had better not displease Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits!" Holy Son Lin said meaningfully.
Liang Lie was stunned, his face darkening. He slammed his hand on the seat beside him, shattering it with a loud crash, clearly enraged. He stared at Holy Son Lin and said, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Holy Son Lin laughed heartily, a hysterical glint flashing in his eyes. He appeared almost manic, and with a smirk, said, " Sect Master Liang, rest assured. Everyone else is vying for the favor of Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits, the number one woman of North Isle, showering her with flattery, little do they know that in the end, they gain nothing!"
At this point, Holy Son Lin's eyes lit up, and with a crazed expression, he stared at Liang Lie and said, "How can you succeed in attracting the attention of the Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits by simply flattering her?"
"What does Holy Son Lin intend to do?" Liang Lie asked with a curious expression.
Holy Son Lin chuckled, " The Holy Maiden Thousand Spirits is interested in Yang Zhen. Countless young talents in the Ancient Clan want to get to know Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, hoping to gain some inspiration from him. I, however, am going against the grain. In the flying machine competition, Yang Zhen is doomed!"
"You want to kill Yang Zhen?" Liang Lie was taken aback.
"He's doomed!" Holy Son Lin laughed heartily, full of confidence.
Liang Lie opened his mouth, looking completely bewildered, and said, "But... he's not participating in the aircraft competition!"
"What?" Holy Son Lin was stunned, his face turning green as if he had eaten a pile of dog shit.