Thought Power is like the Power of Faith that has been passed down on this blue planet; it is an extremely powerful force.
If there were enough people, Yang Zhen was even confident that he could pierce a hole in the sky with a single sword strike, but the limitations of this thing were simply too great.
First, there need to be a lot of people, a great many. If each person contributes just a little bit of their Thought Power, when will we be able to gather enough power to contend with heaven and earth?
Secondly, these people must also be willing to dedicate their Thought Power, which is very difficult to do.
Yang Zhen wasn't some kind of charlatan. The fact that he could gather the Thought Power of tens of thousands of cultivators was simply due to a series of coincidences. He saved so many lives by chance and single-handedly defied heaven and earth to kill Mo Wu, which aroused the fervor of tens of thousands of people.
If Yang Zhen wasn't fighting against heaven and earth, or trying to suppress Mo Wu, but instead was fighting against other people, who would offer him any Thought Power?
As time goes by, it's already a miracle if these people still remember Yang Zhen; as for contributing their strength?
Who are you?
Therefore, this kind of power is the one that Yang Zhen dislikes the most, as it is far less effective than the power he controls himself.
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present felt an urge to strangle Yang Zhen.
The Heavenly Venerable Five Wheels widened their eyes and said, "Boy, what do you know? Countless people in the Great Wilderness Era spent thousands upon thousands of years trying to condense their Thought Power. The Demon Sect has been researching this power relentlessly, developing Demon Puppet and demonic followers. In the Great Wilderness Era, the disciples of the Demon Sect were almost equal to the combined population of half the Great Wilderness World. So you should have some understanding of their power, right?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhen was startled. Did someone really do that?
But wouldn't doing that be like losing the watermelon while picking up a sesame seed?
Which of those Emperor Realm powerhouses needs such power to fight against the heavens and earth?
Yang Zhen, in any case, held this kind of power in utter contempt. It wasn't about developing any religious faith; what would be the point of having so many followers?
Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen's face, everyone knew that they couldn't persuade him.
Feng Wuya shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself, "What a pity that someone born to be a ruler of a region has such a reckless and unruly personality. It's all about timing and fate; the relationship between cause and effect is truly profound."
Yang Zhen didn't know what Feng Wuya was muttering about, nor did he care much. He asked curiously, "Besides the Demon God Territory, what other major forces have emerged?"
A single Demon God Territory is clearly insufficient to contend with the entire Demon Sect, and Yang Zhen is still quite worried about his life.
He didn't want to fall asleep to find a sinister-looking Demon Puppet standing at the head of his bed, brandishing a knife and indicating where to strike—it was terrifying.
However, it is clear that in the Western Region, only the Demon God Territory is relatively powerful, and only they can unite with other forces to fight against the Demon Sect.
Yang Zhen could act as a go-between for the Demon God Territory, bringing together entities like the Jade Pool Holy Land to discuss important matters.
However, Yang Zhen's personality is simply not suited to sitting down for meetings. He would hold countless meetings, big and small, arguing and bickering over how to eliminate one or two Demon Puppet, which is not Yang Zhen's style at all.
Over the next two weeks, the Demon Sect indeed began to subtly influence the beliefs of the Western Region cultivators, instilling the Holy Palace's ideals into the world.
Apart from the cultivators rescued by Yang Zhen, most of them had been brainwashed by the Demon Sect.
The Azure Heaven Tyrant Blood! This is a Half-Step Emperor Method. If such Cultivation Method were to spread, what a sensation it would cause!
The Shameless Cat looked at Yang Zhen with a bored expression and said, "Kid, the Demon Sect obviously doesn't have time to bother you. What are you planning to do next?"
Yang Zhen curled his lip and said, "It's really boring that they don't come looking for trouble. Now that everything's alright here and Flirtatious Chicken has been resurrected, I plan to go back to White Cloud Mountain!"
"You want to go back to your sect?" The Shameless Cat said eagerly, "Take me with you. I want to see what kind of sect could produce such a prodigy as you."
Yang Zhen laughed heartily. Now, thinking back to that tiny sect on White Cloud Mountain, Yang Zhen felt a bit like he was coming home.
After a long period of fighting and killing, a few days of peace and quiet occasionally seem like a good choice.
Furthermore, the world is undergoing tremendous changes. The entire Cultivation World is in turmoil, with more and more powerful beings awakening. Who knows what chaos the world will descend into?
None of this has anything to do with Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was simply curious about how many powerful beings existed in the Great Wilderness Era. As for what these beings would do upon awakening—whether they would bring blessings or cause widespread destruction—that was up to fate, not Yang Zhen's destiny.
After learning this news, Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat strange.
Yang Zhen looked at the two women with curiosity, wondering why these two stunningly beautiful women, who remained unmoved in the face of Heavenly Punishment and Heavenly Tribulation, seemed... nervous.
"When... are you planning to go back?" Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhen hesitantly, then asked with her head down.
Although Han Yan'er didn't speak, she was also staring intently at Yang Zhen, clearly very concerned about the time.
Yang Zhen was taken aback, scratched his face, and said, "It's not decided yet. We might leave tomorrow. You know, I have no sense of time."
"Wow!" the two women exclaimed softly, saying in unison, "Leaving tomorrow?"
"Is... is there a problem?" Yang Zhen's expression became even more surprised.
Both women shook their heads simultaneously and said, "No... no problem."
Just then, the Shameless Cat suddenly darted in, howling and yelling, "Kid, something terrible has happened! Damn it, this is really serious!"
Yang Zhen was stunned, then turned to look at the Shameless Cat and said, "Has the sky fallen?"
The Shameless Cat glared at him and said, "Kid, this isn't the time for jokes. That old man Feng Wuya."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Feng Wuya's voice came from mid-air. "Where is young friend Yang?"
Yang Zhen, Hua Youyue, and Han Yan'er exchanged glances, then curiously walked out. Upon seeing Feng Wuya, they were immediately taken aback.
Feng Wuya arrived quickly, followed by a large group of people, all with livid faces.
What happened?
Feng Wuya took a deep breath and said, " The Jade Pool Holy Land... Something has happened at the Jade Pool Holy Land."
"What?"
Yang Zhen's expression hardened, and he stared at Yang Zhen, asking, "What happened at Jade Pool Holy Land?"
Feng Wuya's face flashed with anger as he said, "Near the Heavenly Star World of the Jade Pool Holy Land, a Holy Tomb has been discovered. The Demon Sect used extremely insidious methods to massacre thousands of cultivators, causing rivers of blood to flow. They attempted to break open the Holy Tomb using their own blood as a catalyst, but were thwarted by the Jade Pool Holy Land. As a result, most of the Jade Pool Holy Land has been destroyed, and it can be said that the Jade Pool Holy Land is now in grave danger."
"Grass!"
With a roar, Yang Zhen rushed towards the Jade Pool Holy Land and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Feng Wuya and the others' expressions changed, and after exchanging bewildered glances, they looked at the Shameless Cat.
The Shameless Cat curled its lip and said, "There seems to be someone in seclusion near the Heavenly Star World."
" The Third Holy Maiden?"
Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er were both startled, and the Sun Shadow Moon Shadow swords behind them suddenly emitted bursts of phoenix cries as the two chased after Yang Zhen.
"Hey, wait for me! How could I miss such a lively event!"
The Heavenly Venerable Five Wheels Heavenly Venerable Five Wheels followed behind, but to his near vomit blood, his speed was so slow that he couldn't even catch up with the two women, let alone Yang Zhen.
Just as he was speechless, a strange cawing sound came from beside him, and a chicken carrying a cat darted past him in a flash.
"I... you..."
The Heavenly Venerable Five Wheels Venerables were dumbfounded.