I don't know if it's Curse, but it's probably nothing good.
The dark blue rune mark flashed by, and no matter how hard Yang Zhen searched, he couldn't find it. He even used his Divine Sense sense to check every part of his body, including his second penis, several times, but still couldn't find it.
That's really strange!
Not only could I not find it, but I didn't even feel anything strange about it. It was as if this Curse- like thing was just a fleeting moment that disappeared without a trace.
Since nothing seemed amiss, Yang Zhen didn't pay much attention to it.
Putting aside the fact that Yang Zhen was certain there were other Moluola among them, this almost childish Curse shouldn't have been able to kill him, so Yang Zhen didn't need to worry too much.
As long as they don't die, that's fine. As for what this thing actually is, just ask another Moluola.
This is no big deal!
Only then did Yang Zhen have time to properly observe the world around him.
The air was filled with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, not so dense, yet it exuded an ancient and profound feeling that stirred the soul.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and instantly fell in love with the feeling.
Damn, if the High Antiquity times were all like this, then the cultivators back then would have been too lucky. Their cultivation would have been like having a cheat code. Yang Zhen even had the idea of cultivating here for a thousand or eighty years first.
However, now is clearly not the time. The young lady and Han Yan'er are nowhere to be found, and even that Shameless Cat has been blown away. Yang Zhen is not used to being all alone, so he decides to find someone else first, or at the very least, someone like Moluola, to find out what's going on with the rune on his body.
The mountains and peaks seemed to form their own world. Yang Zhen had never felt such an ancient and desolate atmosphere before. However, beneath this atmosphere, there was a subtle feeling that made his heart tremble.
Yang Zhen couldn't quite grasp what this palpitation was, but he felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.
This feeling isn't pleasant. It's like lying naked on a perfectly comfortable mattress, which should be so comfortable it could make you groan, but then there's a big grain of rice underneath you that you can't get rid of. It's that uncomfortable feeling that's a bit annoying!
There was no blazing sun in the sky, only a hazy gray sky, with dark, swirling clouds that created a sense of oppression.
These dark clouds exuded a desolate and lingering musty atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe. If it weren't for the unusually active True Essence energy of heaven and earth here, Yang Zhen wouldn't want to stay here for even a moment.
Damn it, was that amazing feeling just now all an illusion?
The storm of True Essence at the entrance was extremely terrifying. Yang Zhen didn't know how long he had been tossed and turned in the storm, nor how far he had been thrown out by the storm. In Orthodox God sense, he couldn't find the way he came, nor did he encounter a single person. He simply waited in place for a while, and then walked in one direction. He walked for a whole day and night before encountering three people.
This was a vast mountain forest, towering into the clouds, with towering trees, craggy rocks, and fragrant flowers and grasses, yet it exuded a sense of oppression, which made Yang Zhen feel very strange.
The group consisted of one old man and two young men. The old man was at the Peak Mahayana Realm, and his aura appeared deep and long, showing no signs of old age. The other two were a young couple. The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, with a graceful and dignified appearance, exuding the air of a well-bred lady. The man was even more handsome and had an elegant demeanor.
The three of them were walking up the mountain in complete silence.
Yang Zhen for a moment but couldn't recall any three people from the Great Saint or the group of Rogue Cultivator who had come with him. It was very likely that they hadn't come in with Yang Zhen.
This puzzled Yang Zhen. Could it be that there were two or even more groups of people who came in earlier, not just one?
"Fellow villager! Fellow villager!"
Yang Zhen caught up from behind, raised his arm to greet him, and put on an innocent smile, looking exactly like a down-on-his-luck scholar.
Upon hearing the voice, the three of them were startled and turned to look at Yang Zhen with suspicion. The young man frowned and asked, "Is this fellow Daoist speaking to us?"
Seeing the three people's reactions, Yang Zhen immediately realized that they didn't know him, which made things easier.
"Yes, fellow villager, may I ask where this place is? It seems a bit strange. Also, how do I get out? I've been wandering around for a long time and haven't found a way out. What's wrong?"
The three looked at Yang Zhen with suspicion, exchanged glances, and their eyes flashed with an inscrutable expression.
The young man asked hesitantly, "You don't know where this place is?"
Yang Zhen looked completely bewildered and said, "I don't know!"
"Then how did you get in?" As the young man spoke, he turned around seemingly casually, but his feet blocked all of Yang Zhen's escape routes, and his right hand was positioned at the position of his longsword, clearly very wary of Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen looked bewildered and shook his head, saying, "I... don't know. I just came out to train, but I was swept up by a storm and ended up here without even realizing it."
While speaking, Yang Zhen kept a close eye on the three people's expressions. Sure enough, after hearing his words, all three of them showed strange expressions.
The old man asked in a deep voice, "Young friend, what is your name, and who is your master?"
Yang Zhen, his face beaming, cupped his hands and said in a serious tone, "I am Li Cangxu, a successor of the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land. May I ask how you should address me, senior?"
" Heavenly Spring Sacred Land?"
Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the old man smiled and said, "I have heard some news. That old fellow Duan Sihai has already broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm stage, hasn't he?"
Yang Zhen's eyes widened instantly as he looked at the seemingly calm and collected old man, and his heart skipped a beat.
To talk about a Spirit Transformation Realm expert so casually, what kind of family does this old man at the Peak Mahayana Realm come from? Clearly, he has an extraordinary background.
Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, my master has already broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm."
The man and woman's expressions changed. They stared at Yang Zhen for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then walked forward.
The old man chuckled and said, "I am Gong Sanhe. Have you ever heard of me?"
Yang Zhen suddenly realized, cupped his hands and said, "So it's Senior Gong. I've heard so much about you. Senior, what is this place...? Why is it so strange?"
The old man glanced at Yang Zhen with surprise but remained silent. The young man smiled and said, "I really don't know if you're lucky or unlucky. This is an High Antiquity Ruins, but since you're here, you might have some fortuitous opportunity. Just do your best."
Yang Zhen nodded, feeling a bit strange. He didn't know anything about Gong Sanhe, but Gong Sanhe was Peak Mahayana Realm expert. Even if he couldn't surpass Duan Sihai, his cultivation was still quite formidable. It was one thing for him to act like he owned a fortune, but this young cultivator was only at the Early Mahayana Realm stage and was also acting like he owned a bank. That was a bit odd.
They really have quite a background!
Looking at the three men, who exuded a profound aura and refined manners, Yang Zhen grew increasingly curious about their origins.
After walking for a while, the young man frowned and said, "Why are you still following us?"
Yang Zhen was taken aback, and looking at the three of them with bewildered expressions, he said, "What, can't I take this road?"
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, the young man paused, narrowed his eyes, and looked Yang Zhen up and down, his expression turning somewhat gloomy.