Chapter 1409: Chapter 1436: Heaven Cutting Path! It wants my old life! Chapter 1409: Chapter 1436: Heaven Cutting Path! It wants my old life! Madness, everyone thought they had gone mad, witnessing an illusion.
Yang Zhen, with his own power, could change the heavenly phenona?
Changing heavenly phenona wasn’t sothing unheard of among those present.
They were all from the Saint Sovereign Realm, or even just a step away, easily able to summon rain or snow.
Especially the Eastern Desolation Emperor, who, as an emperor and possessing Emperor Skills, could even alter the geographical features, his words followed by the law, able to control the weather within a certain range at will.
But such control of weather ant creating it out of nothing, those abilities to create sothing from nothing were the true Emperor Skills.
What about Yang Zhen?
My goodness, Yang Zhen could actually alter the existing heavenly phenona.
No one present was a fool and could feel that the snow falling was not conjured by Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was rely a Practitioner close to entering the door, not capable, despite his incredible skills, of making it snow across the entire Western Region of the Northernmost Land.
Yet, he could control the snowflakes within a hundred miles radius.
This was sowhat terrifying.
The most terrifying part was that it seed like Yang Zhen controlled it unintentionally.
That is to say, every breath Yang Zhen took was in harmony with heavens’ will.
What difference was there between this and an Emperor Realm Expert?
No, this was already an emperor’s tactic.
Could the Eastern Desolation Emperor do this?
Everyone’s gaze turned towards the Eastern Desolation Emperor.
The Eastern Desolation Emperor was startled and with a glare emanating imperial authority, made everyone’s gaze stiffen and quickly divert their eyes.
For fuck’s sake, what are you looking at for?
The Eastern Desolation Emperor mumbled to himself, looking bewilderedly at Yang Zhen, not knowing how Yang Zhen had done it, but felt it was freaking incredible.
Breathe!
At that mont, the phenona around Yang Zhen changed again, the snowflakes around him began to swell outward from him as the center, like ripples, as if he were a stone cast into a pond, causing ripples through the blanketing snowflakes.
The humming—!
An invisible airwave burst forth from Yang Zhen, rushing towards the surroundings.
Everyone felt as if hit by a spring breeze, causing their hearts to shiver instantly.
Yes, a spring breeze.
In the Northernmost Land, they felt a spring breeze?
This… the look of shock appeared on everyone’s face.
Could it be that this bastard Yang Zhen really found the opportunity to beco an emperor?
Thinking this, whether they had brought tributes or not, everyone’s eyes widened, excitedly gazing at Yang Zhen.
Being able to witness soone step into becoming an emperor, what kind of fortune was that?
Even the Eastern Desolation Emperor widened his eyes, looking towards Yang Zhen.
For so reason, although he thought the words Yang Zhen said were sowhat jokingly light-hearted, he now strongly felt that Yang Zhen could really forcefully beco an emperor.
No opportunity, no sense of anything unusual, could it be that these snowflakes were Yang Zhen’s opportunity to beco an emperor?
Has anyone used snowflakes to beco an emperor before?
The Eastern Desolation Emperor’s face was full of doubts, his mind in turmoil.
If Yang Zhen truly used snowflakes to beco an emperor, then this guy was simply an unprecedented genius.
The humming—!
Another wave of humming ca, and Yang Zhen’s heart stirred, seeming to enter into a certain state.
A baby’s cry was heard, as if fallen to the ground, followed by a hysterical wailing of losing parents.
A young boy, alone from childhood, forced a smile while surrounded by countless indifferent eyes, running towards the sunlight.
Ti and again, he fell down, ti and again he dealt with hunger, ti and again he collapsed to the ground—yet the smile on the boy’s face never faded.
Even when faced with endless contempt and cold stares, the smile on the boy’s face only grew more radiant, and the belief in his eyes also gradually beca real and firm.
This boy had a familiar look, so familiar that nearly every breath he took, every radiant smile that spread across his face, seed imprinted into his bones.
The boy continually carried Yang Zhen on his back as he ran, not knowing how many tis he had fallen, until when Yang Zhen could hardly see him, he turned around, looked at Yang Zhen with a calm expression, waved his hand, and once again displayed a radiant smile.
This boy’s na was Yang Zhen.
Boom!
Yang Zhen’s hair stood on end, and his whole body instantly burst open, with the air currents slowly rising to midair, overlooking a vast expanse of the Barbaric World.
In the Barbaric World, countless ferocious beasts roared and Wan Clan stood firm; battles and struggles flashed before his eyes.
The scene shifted: in midair, black clouds violently destroyed everything, endless Black Thunder, like black spears, fell upon the Great Desolation World, countless Practitioners died tragically, all things in heaven and earth were destroyed, and amidst the roars of ferocious beasts rising to the sky, they turned to ashes.
Countless tears, cries, and wails echoed across the lands.
Boom—!
A terrifying thunderbolt struck Yang Zhen, creating a hole in his body.
Yang Zhen looked down, blankly staring at the black hole in his chest, which was emitting green smoke.
Then glancing at the ground, filled with ghostly wails and resembling hell on earth, Yang Zhen raised his head and muttered, “Damn it, aren’t you going a bit too far?”
While speaking, Yang Zhen, expressionless, reached out and pinched the black hole on his body, slowly squeezing the flesh together.
A stream of bright green light flashed, and the wound on Yang Zhen’s body healed perfectly.
Hum—!
The world turned ghostly, and the whole world suddenly darkened. A light of destruction that obliterated everything pierced through the entire world, and the scene paused right there.
In the Northernmost Land, Yang Zhen had turned into a snowman. Around him, up in the air, a layer of snowflakes gently fell from a hundred ters in midair, accumulating into a layer of snow.
Countless people stared blankly at the layer of snow in midair, swallowing hard.
What kind of power was this?
Even the Eastern Desolation Emperor’s face revealed a shocked expression. He couldn’t produce such a celestial phenonon.
Just then, the snowflakes on Yang Zhen cracked open and slowly slid to the ground.
Yang Zhen rose to his full height and, smiling at the sky, said, “Sotis, it’s better not to go too far. If you’re good, I’m good, he’s good, everyone’s good—that’s truly good.”
“Everyone’s good is truly good?”
Countless people stared blankly at Yang Zhen, their faces full of confusion. What did that an?
What had Yang Zhen co to realize that he seed to have transcended the mortal world?
The Eastern Desolation Emperor, visibly shaken, looked at Yang Zhen incredulously and curiously asked, “Kid, did you… capture that feeling?”
“What feeling?” Yang Zhen turned and asked.
The Eastern Desolation Emperor opened his mouth but did not speak. After a long while, he asked, “What state are you in right now?”
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, winked at the Eastern Desolation Emperor, and said, “I’m in an incredibly good state. Now is the most critical ti. You must seize this opportunity well. I always feel that what happens next is very important for you, for all of you.”
“What’s happening?” The Eastern Desolation Emperor’s expression turned solemn, his gaze becoming serious.
Just then, a trendous rumbling sound ca from midair, like thousands of wild horses galloping. Countless shadows trampled above the layer of snow in midair, creating ripples.
Roar—!
A roar that pierced through the universe ca forth, and above the layer of snow, a huge hole appeared. Following that, a terrifying beast, which sent chills down everyone’s spine, burst out.
“Heavenly ferocious beast!”
“What? Impossible.”
“My God, what exactly is happening? Why can soone undergo tribulation twice in one day, and both tis be subjected to heavenly punishnt?”
In the crowd, screams continued, with so even frantically pulling their own hair.
The Eastern Desolation Emperor stepped back continuously, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at the heavenly ferocious beast in midair and blankly said, “A heavenly ferocious beast emitting black smoke, what is this?”
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said, “This is… here to take my life!”
“Path Cutting Heavenly Punishnt, it’s the Path Cutting Heavenly Punishnt!” The Eastern Desolation Emperor exclaid in shock, looking at Yang Zhen incredulously and asking in horror, “What exactly did you do to provoke the Heaven Cutting Path?”
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