In mid-air, black characters gleamed, and terrifying shockwaves emanated from them, radiating a Dao Rhyme.
Yang Zhen couldn't make out what these characters were; they were a kind of script he had never seen before. But just by looking at them, he could almost glean a sense of Literary Talent Qi from them without even knowing their meaning. Just a couple of glances gave him a feeling of being swept away by a sea of Literary Talent Qi.
This feeling really startled Yang Zhen. His eyes widened, bigger than a bull's eyes, and he tilted his head back in disbelief, like a statue!
This is truly eye-opening; who would have thought that Literary Talent Qi could be used in such a way?
It's just condensing words into words, without understanding their meaning at all, yet it gives you a feeling of absorbing Literary Talent Qi and cleansing your soul. If everyone does it like this, what's the point of having inspirational stories?
Yang Zhen stared blankly at everything happening before his eyes, his face filled with disbelief. If things could be done like this on Blue Planet, then Blue Planet would have already conquered the stars and the sea.
When we were in school, the teachers were responsible for condensing texts, and the students just sat in their seats and stared at them, and their knowledge increased rapidly. Wouldn't everyone be able to get into Tsinghua or Peking University after three or five years?
Yang Zhen pondered whether he could learn this ability and then go back to the Blue Planet to open a school. He even had the advertising slogan ready. "Come on, our school has a 100% acceptance rate to Tsinghua University and Peking University!"
Buzz--!
With a deafening roar, terrifying characters in the air blotted out the sky. Yang Zhen suddenly awoke and was surprised to find that thin black lines, visible to the naked eye, like spider webs, were rushing towards the black Emperor Rhyme beast in the air through the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain.
roar--!
Heavenly Wrath roar erupted, and the black Emperor Rhyme beast swelled to enormous size, blotting out the sky. With a single slap, it shattered the Emperor Rhyme of the Demon God Territory.
Feng Wuya's face was ashen as he stared at the slowly circulating characters in mid-air. He said in a deep voice, " Ancient Sacred Script. I didn't expect you to have even obtained Ancient Sacred Script."
Mo Wu's face flickered with a half-smile as he nodded and said, "The abyss of the Demon God Territory's Abyss contains Ancient Sacred Power. Once you fight to the death, even the entire Holy Palace will be powerless against you. Do you think we came here unprepared?"
At this point, Mo Wu looked at the crowd below the stage and said, "Two Emperor Rhyme were present, but now only one remains. Even if the other one were to materialize, it would be too weak for most. There's also a Half-Step Emperor Method, plus Ancient Sacred Script, enough to drive you crazy. I've given you all the fortuitous opportunity and fortune; whether you want them or not is up to you."
don't want?
Only a fool wouldn't want that!
Everyone present was in an uproar, almost frantically trying to comprehend the terrifying power brought by the Ancient Sacred Script. Many people even broke through, and monstrous power surged out, instantly enveloping the entire training ground.
At this point, nothing else matters!
The heavens roared. If the Demon God Territory were to remove the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain at this moment, most of those present would likely be killed or injured, and the entire Demon God Territory would probably be largely wiped out by Heavenly Punishment.
At this point, the Demon God Territory was almost at a crossroads, hesitant to act rashly. Even if they were asked to remove the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain, they couldn't afford the consequences.
Feng Wuya ashen. He snorted coldly and waved his hands. The Heavenly Heaven-Deceiving Curtain immediately emitted a series of buzzing sounds, and the black Thought Power vanished instantly.
Yang Zhen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Feng Wuya is terrifying! How could it instantly dissolve Thought Power under such circumstances?
The next moment, Yang Zhen skipped a beat.
No, it wasn't resolved, it wasn't even purified. Even if it were purified, Yang Zhen could still see the Thought Power. Right now, Yang Zhen can still feel the overwhelming Thought Power gathering, he just can't see it anymore.
Clearly, the reason Yang Zhen and the others were able to see the Thought Power was not because the Thought Power itself could be seen by cultivators, but because of the existence of the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain.
Now that Feng Wuya has dispelled this ability, it is naturally no longer visible to the public.
Just as Yang Zhen was puzzled and wondering what Feng Wuya was going to do, Feng Wuya suddenly said in a deep voice, " Demon God Territory, listen to my command, prepare for battle."
roar--!
A series of earth-shattering roars resounded, and all the members of the Demon God Territory roared in unison.
Yang Zhen's mind sharpened; he suddenly had a bad feeling.
" Central Emperor, open the Abyss and remove the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain. A mere hundred or so remnants of the Demon Puppet think they can do whatever they want under the Demon God Territory? They're delusional."
What?
Upon hearing Feng Wuya's words, everyone's expression changed. Even the burly Mo Wu was terrified, roaring in astonishment, " Feng Wuya, have you gone mad? Releasing the Abyss and removing the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain will surely kill us all, but none of the tens of thousands of cultivators present will survive. Even your Demon God Territory will suffer heavy casualties, with tens of thousands of years of heritage destroyed in an instant. Is this what you call morality?"
Upon hearing Mo Wu's words, before Central Emperor and the others could even speak, all the cultivators present were enraged. Many even had their eyes flashing with crimson light as they stared intently at the group Demon God Territory, letting out roars like ferocious beasts ready to devour their prey.
Seeing this, Mo Wu laughed loudly and pointed at Feng Wuya and the others, saying, "See this? This is the High Antiquity heritage you all worship, this is the Demon God Territory you revere as a holy land. Who is it that keeps saying we've done all sorts of evil deeds, but in the end, they don't care about your lives?"
The last two words were deafening, like a terrifying roar from the Nine Heavens, directly filling everyone's ears.
Yang Zhen was startled by this bastard and quickly covered his ears. He looked at the crowd below the stage with a look of astonishment, his expression one of shock.
Suddenly, black waves of energy erupted from the crowd below the stage. As they tumbled and surged, they condensed in mid-air into a wave of energy resembling a dark cloud. After the black Emperor Rhyme beast roared and howled, it swallowed the wave whole.
roar--!
The ferocious beast roared to the sky, its terrifying aura even rivaling that of heaven and earth. Waves of violent, world-destroying power pierced through the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain and surged towards the heavens.
With a deafening roar, the heavens raged, and bolts of violent lightning descended from the sky, crashing down upon the Heaven-Deceiving Curtain, Heaven-Deceiving Curtain.
A ferocious beast with Emperor Rhyme that dares to defy the heavens?
Yang Zhen's face was full of surprise as he turned to stare at the Shameless Cat and asked, "What's going on?"
The mischievous Shameless Cat, looking furtively for a way out, nearly jumped out of its skin after hearing Yang Zhen's Yang Zhen. Realizing what was happening, it snapped, "Kid, what do you think this Thought Power is? It's a Power of Faith. Everyone here has gone mad; they're no longer themselves. Can't you see that?"
"Brainwashing?" Yang Zhen's expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Mo Wu in mid-air.
The bastard laughed loudly in mid-air, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, but at this moment, heaven and earth were enraged, and who cared about him anymore?
Seeing the endless stream of cultivators rushing towards the stage, Yang Zhen was so frightened that his hair stood on end.
"I hate brainwashing the most. Is there any way to break free from this bastard?"
The Shameless Cat looked at Yang Zhen as if he were an idiot and said, "Unless you have something more profound than the Ancient Sacred Script that can cleanse the souls of these people."
"Something even more profound than Ancient Sacred Script?"
Yang Zhen muttered to himself, his expression growing increasingly strange. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the golden scripture in his mind.
I wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength wouldn't allow it!