Chapter 154
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Chapter 154: I Can’t Control It
The seven gourds swayed gently, their vibrant hues casting dazzling lights across the surroundings. As Zhang Yang focused his gaze, channeling the Nine Extremes True Essence, he discerned a faint yet unmistakable holy aura shimmering on their surfaces.
He had a deep understanding of saints.
Having inherited profound insights into the saint’s path from Liao Qingshan and gaining enlightenment before the corpse of the hundred-meter giant, he had developed an exceptional awareness of such matters.
These seven gourds—
He was certain they were holy treasures.
Even the gourd vine and the seven-colored soil beneath it were extraordinary.
“They haven’t been taken by the two cities… It seems this is another situation like the path of the dead saint.”
A powerful temptation surged within him.
Zhang Yang had finally realized the true treasures within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
The top-tier treasures were those the two cities had been unable to take.
The items that could be taken but weren’t were of lesser value.
Thus, what the two cities had seized was not the best.
Reaching out to grasp the seven-colored soil, Zhang Yang suddenly triggered a fierce, domineering, and deadly holy intent. In an instant, the soil transformed into a deathly forbidden zone—like a terrifying beast lurking in the shadows, glaring at him, waiting to devour him whole.
“This is different from the path of the dead saint,” he quickly assessed.
“The path of the dead saint left behind an inheritance, testing one’s martial heart to determine worthiness. After all, an immensely powerful Soaring Saint wouldn’t just grant their legacy to anyone.”
“But this place is different. It’s filled with hidden killing intent and still holds the power of saints.”
“Stepping in would truly mean courting death.”
However, as he attempted to grasp the seven-colored soil, he noticed something unusual. Though the murderous holy intent had been triggered, it also stirred his bloodline, which had been lying dormant.
Could his bloodline help him ignore this killing intent?
He decided to test it.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the soil again, he frowned and looked back.
In the distance, a figure was rapidly approaching—it was Ghost Wind!
Zhang Yang couldn’t help but chuckle. This guy again? He was the first to find him, yet again.
True to his name, Ghost Wind moved like a black whirlwind, sweeping across the ground at astonishing speed, kicking up dust and debris in his wake.
“We really are fated,” Ghost Wind remarked with a grin. He glanced at the seven-colored gourds, his breathing quickening. “Do you want to obtain those seven-colored gourds?”
Zhang Yang nodded.
Ghost Wind continued, “I can provide you with some insights to help you secure them first. Then, we can settle our battle for life and death.”
Zhang Yang immediately understood—Ghost Wind couldn’t handle this challenge alone, but he was desperate to possess the treasures. He wanted Zhang Yang to claim them first, only to kill him afterward and take them for himself.
“Alright, tell me more,” Zhang Yang said.
If he could gain a deeper understanding, it would only aid him in acquiring the seven precious gourds.
Ghost Wind smirked and said, “According to the investigations conducted by the Ghostly Divine Platform, we have confirmed that this area was likely part of a key battlefield during the War of the Saints. At least fifteen saints were slain here by our platform’s saints, their bodies buried beneath the ground. Their blood, their saintly paths, their holy intent, their holy treasures, and even their respective Saint Laws—all of it has been preserved in a strange state of equilibrium. Over a thousand years, this balance nurtured a seed of the Seven-Treasure Gourd, which has since sprouted, taken root, and grown.”
He paused before adding, “Once this Seven-Treasure Gourd fully matures, it will become an unimaginable, formidable opportunity.”
Ghost Wind’s eyes gleamed with fervor as he declared, “The seven-colored soil will transform into holy soil! The gourd vine will become a Saint Vine! The Seven-Treasure Gourd will become a holy treasure! It might even give rise to seven powerful Saint Path inheritances!”
“I have even heard saints from the Ghostly Divine Platform say that the gourd vine is the key. If we take control of it, it could gain wisdom and evolve into a true Saint Vine!”
Hearing this for the first time, Zhang Yang felt his heart race with excitement.
A Saint Vine?
He immediately thought of the Small Tree King in the Vast Forest—weren’t they similar?
But the key difference here was that at least fifteen saints had been buried beneath this land. If the gourd vine truly became a Saint Vine, could it pass down the inheritances of those fifteen saints? Even if the knowledge was fragmented or incomplete, it would still bring an earth-shattering transformation to the Vast Forest’s people, elevating them to new heights.
This—this was the true essence of a sacred land.
“I want to obtain it,” Zhang Yang declared without hesitation.
Ghost Wind chuckled. “Alright, I swear that I won’t act against you until you have it.”
To prove his sincerity, he made a solemn martial oath.
Zhang Yang smirked. This guy was confident—so certain that Zhang Yang wasn’t a match for him, and that whatever he obtained would eventually belong to Ghost Wind.
Zhang Yang didn’t bother pointing it out. After all, he was genuinely tempted by the opportunity.
Without further hesitation, he reached out once more to grasp the seven-colored soil.
This place was filled with the killing intent of saints. Zhang Yang knew his options were limited. His only hope was that his bloodline would allow him to resist the saints’ will.
The previous attempt had already stirred his bloodline. Now, he needed to fully invoke it.
Reaching out again, he felt the air thicken with tension.
The tranquil surface of the seven-colored soil shimmered with light, as if a terrifying beast was awakening. A dreadful, fierce, and domineering holy intent surged forth, filling the air with an overwhelming killing aura—like wind and fire converging into a storm.
At the same time, his bloodline, which had been still moments ago, suddenly ignited.
He vaguely sensed that his bloodline was indeed reacting to the holy intent, though it did not feel exceptionally strong.
Undeterred, he reached out once more.
The holy intent in the seven-colored soil grew increasingly intense. If earlier it had been a mere manifestation, now it became reality. The wind howled, flames erupted, and even wisps of sword energy and blade light materialized.
Behind him, Ghost Wind instinctively stepped back in fear.
He had witnessed others being obliterated simply for getting too close to the seven-colored soil.
His heart pounded with anticipation, hoping Zhang Yang would succeed—even more so than Zhang Yang himself.
Zhang Yang, too, felt an urge to retreat, but his instincts told him to stand firm.
He trusted his Five Senses and Six Perceptions, honed through countless trials on his journey.
So, he gritted his teeth and held his ground.
The wind and fire surged toward him, accompanied by the sharp gleam of sword energy and the crushing weight of blade light.
At that moment, his bloodline, which had merely been stirring before, suddenly erupted—like a raging ocean after a storm, transforming from a calm stream into monstrous waves crashing in all directions.
Buzz!
His bloodline surged violently, as if an invisible force had suddenly dissolved the overwhelming holy intent of wind and fire, turning it into a gentle breeze that brushed against him, leaving him feeling unexpectedly refreshed.
"Is this really possible?"
"The path of the dead saint was like this."
"The seven-colored gourd’s location is the same."
"Could it be that my bloodline allows me to enter the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins early?"
For a brief moment, doubts surfaced in Zhang Yang’s mind, but they quickly faded. He soon stood up and turned to look at Ghost Wind.
Ghost Wind smiled. "Go ahead; I won’t make a move."
Zhang Yang twisted his neck, producing a crisp cracking sound. His aura intensified, his eyes gleamed, and his fighting spirit flared.
"My bloodline is boiling, and my fighting spirit is at its peak."
"I can’t suppress my urge to fight!"
It had been the same back on the path of the dead saint, but back then, he had been directly moved away.
This time, it was different.
He could no longer suppress it—nor did he want to.
He wanted to fight!
To battle a genius at the fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm.
Clenching his fists, he let out a powerful roar. "Fight!"
He threw down the seven-colored soil in his hand and lunged at Ghost Wind like a tiger descending the mountain.
