This Heavenly Punishment was a bit terrifying, but fortunately Yang Zhen had the Fifth Dragon Elephant Dragon-Elephant Prison-Shaking Body as a foundation, so when he entered the Heavenly Punishment, he didn't have to be forced into the magma and suffer the pain.
Raging lightning danced and roared around Yang Zhen. Que'er was pale and stared blankly at Yang Zhen, her face full of disbelief.
In the past, whenever Heavenly Punishment came, no matter whose Heavenly Punishment it was, the entire Beiqi Clan would be in chaos. Countless ancestors died under the Heavenly Punishment. This was something that almost every Beiqi Clan had witnessed and experienced firsthand.
When Heavenly Punishment is unleashed, all Demon Race will be filled with terror, regarding Heavenly Punishment as their mortal enemy.
However, the Heavenly Punishment, which was so terrifying that it made every Beiqi Clan tremble with fear, was now like a bathhouse in front of Yang Zhen, where he took a pleasant bath. Not to mention Que'er, even the Beiqi Clan ghosts who had been eyeing him menacingly just moments before were completely dumbfounded, looking up at Yang Zhen with expressions of horror.
Rumble!
The terrifying lightning was like a raging dragon, and the surrounding air was filled with endless Lightning Essence energy. Even the terrifying magma pool began to boil, and violent waves of fire shot into the sky, with Fire Essence mixed with Lightning Essence ravaging the entire space.
Que'er's face was pale, covered in cold sweat, and she opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.
The violent lightning struck Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, causing his skin to crack inch by inch, blood to splatter everywhere, and his whole body instantly turned into a blood-soaked figure.
Even with the terrifying power of Yang Zhen's Fifth Dragon Elephant Dragon-Elephant Prison-Shaking Body, he was severely injured, let alone those cultivators who only cultivated True Essence and never tempered their bodies.
The punishment of heaven and earth is the existence that destroys heaven and earth and all things. Yang Zhen looked up at the raging thunderclouds, laughed loudly, and leaped towards the most joyful jumping soul of the ancestor of the Beiqi Clan.
"Come on, you old geezer, didn't you want to refine my Sage of Saunter Fire of Three Yang? Here's not only Fire of Three Yang, but also Fire of Lightning Yang. I'll give it to you too. Don't run away while you're digging for grass! Come on, let's have a chat, brother?"
Yang Zhen chased after the darkest-colored ancestor of the Beiqi Clan, running wildly throughout the entire Tomb of Departed Souls. The Beiqi Clan's expression changed drastically; his ferocious look suddenly turned into one of extreme terror. In his panic, he even stumbled and fell over the others.
Seeing this, the remaining ancestors of the Beiqi Clan dared not let Yang Zhen approach. They hurriedly hid to the side, not even wanting to stay in the Tomb of Departed Souls, let alone absorb and refine Yang Zhen's Fire of Three Yang.
Someone let out a roar and desperately crashed into the hundreds of Saint-level restrictions surrounding the Tomb of Departed Souls. The other ancestors of the Beiqi Clan also cried out and desperately crashed into those restrictions.
Rumble--!
A terrifying sound rang out, and countless souls were fighting desperately. Damn it, they had no choice but to fight at this point.
That bastard Yang Zhen actually brought the Heavenly Punishment to the Tomb of Departed Souls. These ancestral souls of the Beiqi Clan are even more wary of this most righteous power in the world than the living Demon Race. Almost everyone who touches it suffers the fate of having their souls destroyed.
Countless souls were willing to risk their lives, desperately rushing outwards. They disregarded the traditions of the Demon Race and the restrictions of the Tomb of Departed Souls, as long as they weren't struck by Heavenly Punishment, they were willing to do anything.
Que'er stared blankly as Yang Zhen, trailing a long, lightning-like tail, darted around the Tomb of Departed Souls. Along the way, the old ancestors and their spirits scattered in disbelief, their faces filled with shock and horror as they watched the terrifying scene before them.
Yang Zhen's words echoed in his mind again and again: the one who could save the Beiqi Clan was not Yang Zhen, but Que'er, who was also Demon Race.
At first, Que'er didn't understand what these words meant, but now she does. These traditions of protecting the Beiqi Clan are, as Yang said, utter nonsense.
Even if these ancestors initially had the idea of protecting the Beiqi Clan, abandoned the idea of dying and disappearing, and gave up the idea of entering Samsara, entering the Tomb of Departed Souls to be refined for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, for these people, it was already more painful than death.
The dignified Beiqi Clan sacrificed the soul of their ancestor in the Tomb of Departed Souls, subjecting him to a fate worse than death. Under such a heinous act, it would be a miracle if the Beiqi Clan's fortune could continue.
Between heaven and earth, the most important thing is inheritance. Without inheritance, neither humans nor other races, including the Beiqi Clan, which is not tolerated by Heaven and Earth Rejection, can continue to exist in the world.
Yang Zhen chased those patriarchs until they were screaming and howling like ghosts. Amidst his laughter, he said to Que'er, "Little demoness, now you know, don't you? Those so-called 'unacceptable to Heaven and Earth Rejection ' are simply nonexistent. What caused the Beiqi Clan to suffer such a fate was not the heavens, nor humanity, but yourselves."
At this point, a terrifying burst of Lightning Essence suddenly erupted from Yang Zhen's body, surging and crashing towards the Heavenly Punishment Clouds with a deafening roar, as he shouted, " Sixth Dragon Elephant, open!"
Rumble!
In mid-air, raging lightning ravaged the sky, and deafening roars, as if emanating from the Nine Nether Purgatory, shook the heavens.
Yang Zhen emitted sounds like dragon roars, and his body became violent, with bursts of violent power surging in all directions like a tidal wave.
With the bearing of War God, he seemed to possess a unique, violent power that allowed him to withstand all the other Heavenly Punishment.
As Yang Zhen landed, his body still emitted crackling sounds of thunder.
"Pooh!"
Yang Zhen exhaled a puff of green smoke, wiped the blood off his body, and said to Que'er, "Do you think only Demon Race suffer the tribulation of Heavenly Tribulation lightning? Humans and other races alike, think about it now, which of the Myriad Races the legendary High Antiquity times didn't tremble under the Heavenly Tribulation?"
Que'er froze for a moment, then, with her neck stiff, said, "Humans aren't!"
"Why aren't humans?" Yang Zhen asked with a strange look. "Didn't this 'Sage of Saunter' just get struck by lightning? Look how hard it was!"
Que'er stared wide-eyed and said, "How can that be the same? Ten thousand years ago, a powerful human, with just a sword, stirred up the world and caused the entire continent to tremble. Now, there is another human among us, and even the crimson lightning could not harm you. You human cultivators are the chosen ones of this world, how could you understand the pain of the Demon Race?"
Yang Zhen was stunned and speechless, unable to find a rebuttal.
Seeing Que'er's serious expression, Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "You're wrong!"
"Wrong?" Que'er was stunned, looking at Yang Zhen with a suspicious expression, and asked with a puzzled look, "Where is it wrong?"
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "This Sage of Saunter has a brother, who is a little demon, but he has lived for 30,000 years and has experienced countless Heavenly Tribulation, not to mention the Heavenly Punishment he has destroyed with a flick of his wrist. During the time you were sealed by the Heavenly Punishment, he could shake the heavens and the earth with a mere gesture in the human world. Even the Heavenly Punishment would give way in the face of him. No matter how terrifying the lightning that fell, it would destroy it with a wave of its hand!"
"That's impossible!" Que'er exclaimed, her pure and bright eyes sparkling with excitement. She said it was impossible, but she looked like she was eagerly waiting for Yang Zhen to scare her away.
Yang Zhen felt that if he kept quiet now, this little girl could probably keep him occupied for three days and three nights.
Seeing the longing look in Que'er's eyes, Yang Zhen took a deep breath and continued, "My brother's roar shakes the three realms, and his leap can cover tens of thousands of miles, blotting out the sky and the sun. His body soars through the air, and with a stomp of his foot, the earth shakes and mountains tremble. In the blink of an eye, a gale arises. Even when he sleeps, his snoring can shake the mountains and rivers within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Can you say that such a being is intolerable to Heaven and Earth Rejection?"
"How could such a powerful Demon Race exist? You must be lying to me, right?" Que'er stared blankly at Yang Zhen, her eyes completely unfocused.
Yang Zhen clapped his hands and said, "Why would I lie to you? This Sage of Saunter never lies. Don't you believe me? Let me tell you... Sit down, sit down and listen, I'll explain it to you properly."
Que'er sat blankly next to Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen also sat down on the ground. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a little awkward. He turned his head and was so shocked that his hair almost stood on end.
A series of dark figures sat around him, the closer they were to the inside, the denser the shadows became, clearly indicating their higher seniority.
"Damn it, you bunch of old geezers, are you sober now?"
"Ah!" Que'er looked horrified and almost jumped into Yang Zhen's arms.
"Little girl, don't be afraid. As long as we old folks have a shred of intelligence left, how could we possibly harm our own people?"
An old voice came from behind, leaving Yang Zhen and Que'er completely bewildered.