Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 940 - 967 Ghost Rose Flame The Wicked Creature
Chapter 940: Chapter 967: Ghost Rose Flame! The Wicked Creature of the Dark Water! (First Update)
Chapter 940: Chapter 967: Ghost Rose Flame! The Wicked Creature of the Dark Water! (First Update)
The scoundrel cat and Han Yan’er followed Yang Zhen deeper into the abyss and couldn’t help but ask, “Kid, what exactly is in here? Why can I only sense a bit of aura fluctuation, but can’t perceive at all what it is?”
Yang Zhen was startled and shook his head, saying, “I don’t know what it is either, but it must be something good.”
No one knew how deep the endless abyss was. When the Golden Crown Giant Tree was still there, everyone hadn’t felt much, but now that the Golden Crown Giant Tree had completely disappeared, they realized the abyss was deeper than they had imagined. Moreover, the deeper they went, the richer the aura became. Within the murky and obtuse breath, it seemed as if something was watching over everything.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you!
That was the feeling!
Yang Zhen muttered to himself. Like the scoundrel cat, he could only feel a bit of the aura and didn’t know what the good thing inside was, but he was certain, the Great Nether Purgatory hadn’t fully explored the entire abyss in nearly ten thousand years.
Upon hearing this, the scoundrel cat felt somewhat disappointed and, bored, followed by Yang Zhen’s side. Suddenly, he asked, “Kid, do you really have no plans to found a sect?”
Yang Zhen paused, turned his head to look at Yang Zhen, and asked, “Why are you suddenly bringing this up again?”
The scoundrel cat curled his lips and said, “You can gather the power of faith. Though I don’t know how you did it, believe me, once you truly become powerful, you will realize how terrifying the power of faith is. Even if you don’t establish a sect, it should be alright to claim a mountain top and become a hegemon, right?”
Claiming a mountain top to be a hegemon didn’t involve as many troubles as founding a sect; all that was needed was to keep your subordinates in check. It would allow for a carefree and comfortable life, much better than running around everywhere.
After hearing the scoundrel cat’s words, Yang Zhen paused, slowing his steps, hesitation in his eyes.
In fact, Yang Zhen didn’t even know what he wanted to do now.
Founding a sect was impractical; it was too much hassle and not the life Yang Zhen wanted to live. Would that be better than sharing forced smiles with the troublesome old men next to him, compared to the joy of fighting whenever disagreements arose?
Claiming a mountain top to be a hegemon might be slightly better, but ultimately, you’d still be tied to a single mountain top, unable to witness the magnificent waves of the Great Desolation era, which was not the life Yang Zhen aspired for.
“Let’s talk about this matter another time. Perhaps one day when I’m tired, I’ll find a mountain top and gather a hundred and eight brothers, then eat meat and drink wine heartily, fathering a hundred and eighty chubby boys.”
Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, Han Yan’er’s face blushed lightly, and she laughed out loud, scornfully saying, “Shameless!”
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The scoundrel cat cackled strangely and said, “I never realized you had such ambition. A hundred and eighty chubby boys, how long would that take to bear?”
Yang Zhen wore a proud expression and retorted, “What’s the problem? With an endless night stretching into eternity, there’ll be plenty of time then to father them, won’t there?”
Seeing that the two were getting more and more outrageous, Han Yan’er coldly huffed and, with her sword in hand, walked ahead. It wasn’t long before her face suddenly turned pale, and she hurriedly called out, “Yang Zhen!”
Yang Zhen was startled and leaped to Han Yan’er’s side. Looking at the horrifying scene before him, his face turned grave as well.
One by one, black waves of air, resembling dense dark water, surged turbulently, sending waves of foul-smelling odors that were nauseating. Within the dark water, there was a mesmerizing aura, and the sense of presence the group had felt came from beneath that dark water.
Surprise and curiosity flickered across the scoundrel cat’s face as he asked, “What in the world is this?”
“Ghost Rosa Flame, the stuff of legends said to separate the realms of Yin and Yang, how could it appear here?”
The scoundrel cat was taken aback, his face eager as he looked at the endlessly rolling Ghost Rosa Flame, saying, “This is Ghost Rosa Flame? Could it be that below lies the Nine Nether Purgatory?”
Yang Zhen grinned broadly and said, “Now it’s really living up to its name, the Great Nether Purgatory. Who would have thought that beneath the abyss truly lay the Purgatory.”
Han Yan’er’s face showed worry as she said to Yang Zhen, “Yang Zhen, legend has it that wherever Ghost Rosa Flame appears, it will bring calamity to all living beings. With the Golden Crown Giant Tree suppressing it, the Ghost Rosa Flame might have stayed somewhat quiet. But now that the Golden Crown Giant Tree has disappeared, if the Ghost Rosa Flame erupts, it could lead to a disaster.”
Above us, there are tens of thousands of practitioners, along with people from the Heavenly Moon Sacred Ground, Thousand Yuan Holy Land, and many other powers. The Great Nether Dynasty’s people might also have arrived by now.
If the ghostly flames erupted, how many people would die?
Yang Zhen’s face rarely showed a grave expression as he spoke to the Cheap Cat and Han Yan’er, “You two wait here for me. If I haven’t returned after three days, set out towards the west to find other members of the Shangyuan Sect in the Great Nether Dynasty.”
Han Yan’er’s expression changed as she pulled on Yang Zhen’s arm. “Yang Zhen, don’t act recklessly. Although legends cannot always be trusted, the ghostly flames before us are clearly no trifling matter. If it’s not the Nine Nether Purgatory below, that’s fine, but if it turns out to be real, how will you come back?”
The Cheap Cat nodded hurriedly, adding, “Kid, this thing isn’t easy to provoke. If things go south, you could even lose your life here. How foolish would that be?”
Yang Zhen burst into laughter, saying, “Rest assured, if these ghostly flames think they can claim the life of this Sao Saint, wouldn’t that be too shameful for me?”
What was inside was unclear to Yang Zhen, but there definitely had to be some treasures.
If he didn’t go down to take a look just because the ghostly flames were dangerous, Yang Zhen felt he would be unwilling to let it go.
It was best for him to go alone; there was no need for Han Yan’er and the Cheap Cat to risk their lives with him.
With that thought in mind, Yang Zhen pulled Han Yan’er into his arms and hugged her tightly. Amidst her exclamation, he said, “No time left, this thing is about to erupt. People I’ve hardly rescued cannot be allowed to be killed by these ghostly things again!”
With those words, Yang Zhen leapt towards the ghostly flames with a big laugh, calling out to the Cheap Cat, “Cheap Cat, take good care of Little Daoist Fool for me. If she’s missing even a single hair when I return, think about the consequences for yourself!”
The Cheap Cat cursed and stomped, pointing at Yang Zhen and shouting, “Damnit, kid, you’re letting a mere cat protect your woman, do you bastard have any sense of…”
Splash!
Yang Zhen dove into the ghostly flames in an almost perfect dive.
The Cheap Cat stood stunned as the water gradually calmed, then suddenly his face changed dramatically and he turned to Han Yan’er, tremblingly. He put on an innocuous smile and said, “Let’s talk this out nicely.”
“You just said, who is his woman?” Han Yan’er began to radiate a chill.
The Cheap Cat screamed and bolted, his thoughts on protecting Little Daoist Fool forgotten. Did Little Daoist Fool need anyone… or any cat to protect her?
As Yang Zhen dove in, he faintly heard the sound of ghostly wailing and wolf howling above, mourning for the damned Cheap Cat for three seconds before he pushed it out of his mind.
Han Yan’er was thin-skinned, Yang Zhen wouldn’t dare make such a joke with her. The Cheap Cat was simply asking for trouble, and it had nothing to do with Yang Zhen.
Upon entering the black waters, Yang Zhen shivered immediately, his body almost encased in ice.
It was extremely cold. Ever since he cultivated the first strand of True Essence within his body, Yang Zhen had never felt such biting cold, a bone-chilling sensation that almost made him jump out.
Enduring the piercing cold, Yang Zhen charged downwards. The faint breath that had been barely perceptible was getting closer, and it was becoming increasingly unbearable for Yang Zhen.
It was just too cold. Yang Zhen felt if he stopped now, he would surely freeze into an ice block, and a brittle one at that.
At this life-threatening moment, Yang Zhen could only hold his breath and concentrate. He resorted to his most proficient technique… the dog paddle, and quickly dove deeper. Soon, he saw a trace of light emanating from below.
Yang Zhen’s spirits lifted at the sight and he was about to speed up when suddenly his body was struck as if by lightning. A tremendous force hit his back, and like a cannonball, he was blasted downwards.
“What in the world?”
Despite Yang Zhen’s sensory perception and reaction speed, he hadn’t even had the time to dodge, being propelled at cannonball speed in the water. What on earth was this thing?
Yang Zhen grimaced in pain and felt a bad premonition.
