Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 869 - 895: Heavenly Star World! The Holy Tomb!

Chapter 869 -895: Heavenly Star World! The Holy Tomb!

Mental power is like the Power of Faith that has been passed down on the blue planet for ages, an extremely potent force.

If there were enough people, Yang Zhen even believed he could pierce a hole through heaven and earth with a single sword strike, but the limitations of this power were simply too great.

First of all, you need a lot of people, a whole lot of people, each contributing just a bit of mental power; when could enough energy be gathered to contend with the forces of heaven and earth?

Secondly, all these people must willingly donate their mental power, and this was hardly achievable.

Yang Zhen wasn’t some grand charlatan capable of gathering the mental power of tens of thousands of practitioners. It was only due to fortunate circumstances and coincidences that he had saved so many lives and, with his own strength, opposed the heavens, slaying Demon Five, sparking such fervor in tens of thousands of people.

If Yang Zhen had not been opposing the heavens or aiming to suppress Demon Five but was instead fighting others, who in hell would contribute their mental power to him?

Over time, it would already be remarkable if these people still remembered him, let alone contribute their power?

Who are you again?

For these reasons, this type of power was Yang Zhen’s least favorite, far inferior to the power he held at his command.

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present felt an urge to strangle him.

The Five Wheel Heavenly Lord’s eyes widened as he said, “Kid, what do you know? During the Great Desolation era, countless people spent thousands, even tens of thousands of years trying to condense mental power. The Demon Sect has been intensely studying this power, developing demon puppets and demon masses. Back then, the disciples of the Demon Sect made up almost half of the population of the Great Desolation world; you should understand just how powerful they were, right?”

Shocked by these words, Yang Zhen couldn’t believe such lengths were taken. But wasn’t this akin to losing a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed?

Which of those Emperor Realm experts needed such a power to contend with heaven and earth?

In any case, Yang Zhen held such power in utter disdain; he had no interest in developing any religious faith; what did he need so many followers for?

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen’s face, everyone knew they couldn’t persuade him.

Feng Wuya shook his head with a sigh, muttering to himself, “Such a pity for one predestined to rule, to have such a disdainful personality. It is indeed fate and karma, cryptic and profound.”

Yang Zhen had no idea what Feng Wuya was mumbling about and wasn’t particularly concerned about it. Curiously, he asked, “Besides the Demon God Territory, have any other major powers emerged?”

One Demon God Territory was clearly not enough to oppose the entire Demon Sect, and Yang Zhen was still very worried about his own safety.

He didn’t fancy the idea of waking up to find a sinister demon puppet by his bed, sizing up where to chop him for the best effect, a truly frightening thought.

However, it was quite obvious that in the Western Region, probably only the Demon God Territory was a bit more powerful; only they could unite with other forces to resist the Demon Sect together.

Yang Zhen could certainly act as a go-between for the Demon God Territory and bring in existences like the Yaochi Holy Land to discuss major affairs together.

But given Yang Zhen’s character, he really wasn’t suited for sitting down and attending meetings. Endless large and small meetings, bickering over how to eliminate one or two demon puppets; this just wasn’t Yang Zhen’s style.

Over the next half month, the Demon Sect indeed began to subtly influence the beliefs of Western Region practitioners, instilling in them the ideology of the Saint Palace.

Apart from those practitioners saved by Yang Zhen, most had been brainwashed by the Demon Sect.

Cang Tianba Xue, such a significant half-step Emperor-level Cultivation Method, what a stir would it cause if promulgated?

Miserable Cat looked at Yang Zhen with a face full of ennui and said, “Kid, it seems the Demon Sect doesn’t have time to mess with you. What do you plan to do next?”

Yang Zhen curled his lip and replied, “If they’re not coming to cause trouble, it’s indeed quite boring. Since there’s nothing left here, and since Saucy Chicken has come back to life, I’m thinking of making a trip back to White Cloud Mountain!”

“You’re returning to your sect?” Miserable Cat’s face lit up with eagerness, “Take this supreme being with you. I also want to see what kind of sect could foster such a monstrous talent like you.”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily. Now that he thought about White Cloud Mountain, that tiniest of sects, he felt something akin to a longing for home.

After so long spent fighting and killing, perhaps spending a few quiet days would be a good choice.

Besides, with the world undergoing great changes, the entire cultivation world was tumultuous, with more and more powerful beings awakening. Who knew what chaos the world would descend into eventually?

None of this had anything to do with Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was just very curious about how many strong beings there were in the Great Desolation era. As for what these beings would do once they awoke, whether they would be a blessing or a scourge upon the land, that was all determined by fate, not something dictated by Yang Zhen’s destiny.

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Upon learning of this news, Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er exchanged a glance, both of them bearing somewhat strange expressions on their faces.

Yang Zhen, with a look of curiosity, watched the two women, wondering why these two stunning ladies, who remained composed in the face of heavenly punishment and tribulation, appeared somewhat…nervous?

“When… do you plan on going back?” Hua Youyue asked hesitantly, looking at Yang Zhen with her head lowered.

Although Han Yan’er did not speak, her gaze was also fixed on Yang Zhen, clearly concerned about the timing as well.

Yang Zhen, taken aback, scratched his face and said, “I haven’t decided yet. I might set off tomorrow. You know, I’m not a person with a sense of time.”

“Ah!” Both women exclaimed softly, speaking in unison, “Set off tomorrow?”

“Is there… a problem?” Yang Zhen’s expression grew even more puzzled.

Both women shook their heads at the same time, saying, “No… no problem.”

At that moment, the scoundrel cat suddenly burst in, wailing and screaming, “Kid, this is bad, something big has happened, damn it, this time it’s really serious!”

Yang Zhen was startled and turned to look at the scoundrel cat, “Has the sky fallen?”

The scoundrel cat glared, “Kid, this is no time for jokes. In a moment, that old man Feng Wuya will probably come looking for you.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Wuya’s voice came from midair, “Where is Yang, my friend?”

Yang Zhen, along with Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er, exchanged curious glances and went out to see Feng Wuya. They were surprised upon seeing him.

Feng Wuya arrived quickly, followed by many people, all with grim faces.

“What happened?”

Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuya said, “The Yaochi Holy Land, there’s trouble at the Yaochi Holy Land.”

“What?”

Yang Zhen’s expression turned stern, staring at Feng Wuya, he demanded, “What sort of trouble has occurred at the Yaochi Holy Land?”

Anger flickered across Feng Wuya’s face as he explained, “Near the Heavenly Star World of the Yaochi Holy Land, a Saint Tomb was discovered. The Demon Sect, using extremely insidious means, ambushed and killed thousands of practitioners. Blood flowed like rivers, and with the primeval blood as a guide, they sought to break into the Saint Tomb. Despite the Yaochi Holy Land’s resistance, much of it has been destroyed; the Yaochi Holy Land could be said to be in dire straits.”

“Damn it!”

Yang Zhen exploded into motion towards the Yaochi Holy Land and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Feng Wuya and the others looked at each other in shock, then turned their eyes to the scoundrel cat.

The scoundrel cat sneered and said, “Near the Heavenly Star World, it seems there’s someone in seclusion.”

“The Third Saintess?”

Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er both trembled, and the Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow swords on their backs suddenly let out a series of phoenix cries. They both rushed off after Yang Zhen.

“Hey, wait for this old one, how can such an exciting event go on without me!”

The Five Wheel Heavenly Lord hastily followed behind, but what almost made him cough up blood was that his speed, let alone catching up to Yang Zhen, wasn’t even enough to catch up with the two women.

Just as he was rendered speechless, a cackling laugh sounded beside him as a chicken, carrying a cat, whizzed past him.

“I… you…”

The Five Wheel Heavenly Lord was left speechless.