Chapter 671: Chapter 677: Fight Against Heaven! Incurable Wounds! (Fourth Update)
The battle between humans and the Demonic Race, once raging like fire, now halted. Everyone stared at the sky in horror. Many Practitioners with lower cultivation retreated several miles, fearing the fallout of divine punishment.
No one could have imagined that Yang Zhen could survive within the Thunder Lustre Hellfire. However, everyone was too far away to discern Yang Zhen’s expression clearly.
Seeing the explosive divine punishment, everyone’s expressions became grave, especially the Mahayana Phase Practitioners of the Ninth Heavenly Layer. They gasped in unison, their eyes intently fixed on Yang Zhen, lost in thought.
Pikachu looked up at Yang Zhen in mid-air with a puzzled face and asked, “Elder…Elder, is Yang Zhen on his way to refine the Heart of Heaven and Earth?”
Kua Hu smiled bitterly, “In his current state, it’s good enough that Yang Zhen can survive. Refining the Heart of Heaven and Earth is simply wishful thinking. I hope Young Master Yang wouldn’t act rashy. Surviving through divine punishment is a fortunate enough fate.”
Elder Bai laughed heartily, “What a joke. If Yang Zhen was still trying to refine the Heart of Heaven and Earth in his situation, he would be seeking death. Furthermore, I heard that Yang Zhen hasn’t attained the Tiaoist Feeling. Since when did Practitioners who weren’t enlightened have the ability to refine the Heart of Heaven and Earth?”
“What?” Kua Hu looked shocked, “Young Master Yang has not yet attained the Tiaoist Feeling? This…this is absurd. How could Young Master Yang be so rash? Unenlightened Practitioners who come into contact with the Heart of Heaven and Earth would be thrown directly into a state of irreparable doom, without any chance of survival. Destiny is unpredictable, Tiaoist Feeling is ruthless. Of the Three Thousand Great Tiaoist, even the most marginal one could preserve his clarity while refining the Heart of Heaven and Earth. Hasn’t he… hasn’t he attained Tiaoist Feeling?”
Hua Youyue gave Kua Hu a gentle look, “Yang Zhen truly has not attained Tiaoist Feeling. The path he seeks is different from others.”
Elder Bai glanced at Hua Youyue, huffed, and said, “Even if any average Practitioner were able to grasp one of the Three Thousand Great Tiaoist, it would already be a great favor from Heaven. Can Yang Zhen actually choose his Tiaoist Feeling?”
Hua Youyue chuckled but said nothing. In fact, her gaze had never left Yang Zhen’s figure.
Duan Sihai took a deep breath, “It’s hard to predict with this young man, Yang Zhen. In my experience, he’s the most arrogant young man I’ve come across. The path he seeks, I fear, is the Great Tiaoist.”
“Had you said that earlier, I might have believed you!”
Elder Bai shook his head, “Given Yang Zhen’s current situation, let alone attaining the Great Tiaoist, it would be difficult for him to even maintain a calm Tiaoist Feeling. How could he attain the Great Tiaoist?”
As the crowd discussed amongst themselves, the terrifying divine punishment in midair ultimately erupted. An aggressive shockwave suddenly set off in the air, covering the sky and land. Everyone’s face turned horribly pale.
Bang, bang, bang!
Under a roar that shook Heaven and Earth, the lightning transformed into a giant hand in mid-air, charging at Yang Zhen.
“Not good!”
Kua Hu’s face paled, “What on earth did young master Yang do to provoke the wrath of Heaven?”
Both Duan Sihai and Elder Bai looked puzzled and confused.
It wasn’t like the crowd had never seen divine punishment before. While divine punishment was slightly more terrifying than a heavenly calamity, it wasn’t entirely resistible. Even divine punishment within the Thunder Lustre Hellfire hadn’t provoked significant fear in the crowd because they hadn’t experienced it themselves.
But when the massive thunderous hand appeared, even the Mahayana Phase Practitioners of the Ninth Heavenly Layer shuddered in fright.
As Kua Hu put it, the transformation of the divine punishment was clearly a sign that Yang Zhen had provoked the wrath of Heaven.
Had Yang Zhen really become so reckless that he wouldn’t even spare Heaven itself?
Everyone watched the horrifying scene in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.
At this moment, Que’er spoke up, “Elder, when the Soul Tomb erupted, Yang Zhen lured the power of divine punishment by cursing at Heaven.”
Cursing at Heaven?
Upon hearing this, everyone’s neck cranked around in an instant. Their attention all shifted to Que’er, their eyes widening in shock, especially Elder Bai whose eyes nearly popped out. With a stunned look on his face, he asked, “What did you say? Did you say that Yang Zhen… he swore at the heavens?”
Que’er nodded, her pretty face full of worry.
“Badass!”
The mean cat was also left open-mouthed and speechless. As he looked up at Yang Zhen, he suddenly became excited. He let out a strange laugh and said, “Good lad, damn, he finally took this path. Oh, hang in there kid. In tens of thousands of years, you’re the most unique one. You can’t just die so easily.”
Swearing at the heavens?
Everyone was slow to react. Most of the people present had endured heavenly tribulations once or several times, and naturally knew the terror of such trials. Actually, the higher the cultivation of a practitioner, the more respectful they become towards heaven and earth. Not one among them dared to even discuss the secrets of the heavens, let alone curse at them. They feared that the sky would suddenly strike them down with a bolt of lighting.
“This Yang Zhen… What can I say about him?” Elder Bai still had a puzzled look on his face and said, “He’s a prodigy, a true prodigy. If he can withstand this heavenly punishment, his future accomplishments will likely astonish us.”
Boom—!
A terrifyingly huge bolt of lightning hit Yang Zhen, almost instantly slapping him out of the sky. Everyone craned their necks, watching with stunned faces as the ripple from the massive hand of light lingered. Crash! It then landed in the Thunder Lustre Hellfire and immediately caused a raging tumult, making the earth quake with it.
Endless lightning and fire surged towards the sky, causing heaven and earth to change color. For a while, dust and smoke flew up into the air, the scene of chaos resembling the apocalypse, which startled everyone.
After a while, Elder Bai sucked in a deep breath, muttering to himself, “Is he dead?”
Duan Sihai glanced at Elder Bai and shook his head, “If Yang Xiaozi would die so easily, he wouldn’t be Yang Zhen.”
“That’s absurd. Even I would struggle to withstand that slap just now, let alone a Heavenly Realm novice who has yet to experience the joys of Tiaoist Feeling?” Elder Bai snorted and said, “I admit that Yang Zhen is arrogant. I was deeply shocked the first time I met him. But, under these circumstances, if Yang Zhen can survive, I would… I would… What is that?”
Boom!
A human figure shot up towards the sky, causing gigantic waves. The Great Missing Sword in his hand was incomparably gigantic, it was larger than his own body. Amidst the surges of dark light, one would be left speechless.
“Yang Zhen?”
Elder Bai shouted in surprise, almost biting his own tongue, “This is impossible. How could he not be injured?”
Duan Sihai gave a bitter smile, saying, “No, he is injured. I’m afraid there’s not a single part of his body that isn’t injured right now, but given his current state, what worse injuries could this heavenly punishment inflict on him?”
Li Cangxu’s face paled. Upon hearing Duan Sihai’s words, he took a deep breath and said, “He’s probably… beyond help now.”
“Impossible, how could there be such a situation where he’s beyond help?” Elder Bai’s eyes were full of disbelief. He suddenly realized that ever since he met Yang Zhen, all his past experiences and lessons seemed to be invalid. This Yang Zhen… had simply shattered his understanding.
Just then, Elder Bai once again widened his eyes, looking at Yang Zhen in mid-air and asked, “What, what, what is he trying to do?”
“Fight against the heavens!”
Duan Sihai took a deep breath, conveying these words in a solemn and deep tone.
Everyone’s breath hitched as they heard these three words, they all stopped breathing.
Above the Thunder Lustre Hellfire, Yang Zhen, alone with his sword, suddenly charged up. His Great Missing Sword shone with an overwhelming dark light. With a roar, he made a fierce slash towards the incoming heavenly punishment.
“Hoo-hoo-hoo, badass!” The mean cat sprung three feet up with excitement. Upon noticing the strange look from Kua Hu, he hurriedly landed in a very free-spirited manner, shaking off the fur on his body, and said in a deep voice, “What I mean is, this kid seems to have some of my style from the past.”