Chapter 156
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Chapter 156: Breakthrough! Astonishing Transformation
The cultivation benefits of this environment far surpassed those of Spirit Stones.
Zhang Yang’s Nine Extremes True Essence had long since surpassed the need for ordinary spirit stones. Even the finest quality stones were meaningless to him; only Spirit Saint Stones held any true value. As his realm advanced, his consumption of Spirit Stones increased, signaling the inevitable need for Spirit Saint Stones in the near future.
Yet, this place was even more extraordinary than Spirit Stones.
The seven-colored soil radiated a brilliant, otherworldly glow, transforming into waves of light rain that cascaded down upon him. The wind swept through the space, gently rocking the seven gourds, while the descending light was pure and flawless, nourishing his cultivation.
In this environment, his cultivation speed soared to new heights.
Zhang Yang had always been a man of speed, and now, he was even faster.
In less than half an hour, a deep roar erupted from his dantian, stirring the nine elemental forces of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness in the surrounding air. These elements merged into a swirling vortex of nine-colored divine light, intertwining with the radiance of the seven-colored soil.
At that moment, his breath rumbled like thunder, his aura howled like a tempest, and his power surged with unstoppable intensity.
Boom!
The surrounding nine-colored divine light trembled violently before exploding outward, engulfing an area of a hundred meters.
He had broken through.
The Nine Extremes True Essence boiled and surged, becoming even more domineering.
He opened his eyes, and they flashed like bolts of lightning cutting across the sky.
"Level Nine of the Touching Heaven Realm!"
He swung his fists, generating powerful gusts of wind.
A breakthrough in a Minor Realm—he wasn’t sure how others experienced it, but for him, any advancement within the Nine Extremes True Essence resulted in a drastic surge in strength.
Now that he had reached this level, he could finally set his sights on the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
However, he chose not to continue cultivating.
He noticed that his cultivation seemed to have affected the seven gourds—it felt as though the essence of the seven-colored soil had been absorbed and refined by him, disrupting the gourds’ growth.
"I’ll take them with me. Once I relocate to the Vast Forest, they’ll undoubtedly become a valuable asset."
This time, instead of uprooting the gourd vine, he carefully collected the seven-colored soil in its entirety, storing it within a limitless treasure jar.
The limitless treasure jar had once belonged to either the Mo family or the Liu family—he couldn’t quite remember. It was only the size of a palm, yet it contained an expansive inner space and possessed a unique ability to nourish the seven-colored soil.
After transferring everything inside, he instinctively added two drops of Sacred Life Water.
It was a natural decision—he didn’t even hesitate.
Others might have second-guessed themselves in this situation, but Zhang Yang had long been accustomed to acting on instinct.
The moment the two drops of Sacred Life Water merged with the soil, the seven-colored radiance intensified, pulsating with even greater vitality. The soil’s nourishing effect on the gourd vine became even more potent.
Satisfied, he stored the limitless treasure jar away.
Just then, a faint, unusual sound echoed from below.
Zhang Yang’s eyes immediately snapped to the ground.
With his acute hearing, he was certain it wasn’t an illusion.
"Could there be some treasure buried underground?"
Casually, he pulled out the Wolf King Spear and began to dig.
The Wolf King Spear manifested a wolf’s head, its expression filled with grievance, desolation, and utter despair.
Had this once-glorious weapon fallen so far out of favor?
It was one thing not to be used in battle—but now, it was reduced to a mere digging tool.
How pitiful.
The lifeless wolf head stared unblinkingly at Zhang Yang.
Boom!
Another sound rang out.
This time, it was clearer—far more forceful.
Zhang Yang’s curiosity deepened. What could it be?
He quickened his pace.
Channeling strength through the Wolf King Spear, he shattered the ground directly.
Then came a third sound.
Boom!
Zhang Yang’s expression changed dramatically.
A strange force seemed to tug at his heart, causing it to beat wildly. An inexplicable sense of discomfort welled up inside him.
Boom!
The fourth sound rang out.
Zhang Yang’s chest tightened. His heart pounded so violently it felt like it might burst.
A profound sense of unease washed over him.
Run!
Almost instinctively, Zhang Yang pushed his Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers to the extreme. With his current strength at the Ninth Level of the Touching Heaven Realm, his speed far surpassed what it had been before. He surged forward like a streak of light across the earth, covering five or six miles in the blink of an eye and reaching over ten miles in just a few breaths.
He landed on a high slope and turned to look back.
But the sound came again.
It wasn’t that his hearing was extraordinary; the sound carried so far that even with his eyes, he could see faint tremors rippling across a three-mile radius centered on the spot where the seven-colored soil had once lain.
Zhang Yang felt a strong urge to retreat further.
His intuition screamed—great danger was near!
He had always trusted his instincts.
Bang!
Suddenly, the ground at that spot split open, and a hand emerged.
It was a giant hand, at least a meter in size, covered in long black hairs that stood upright like spears.
The black-haired hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
Crack!
A horrifying scene unfolded.
Centered around the black-furred hand, the void within a ten-mile radius shattered—from ten miles high in the sky to ten miles deep into the earth—as if glass had been smashed. Everything on the ground—mountains, rivers, and more—was reduced to dust, leveling the land entirely.
Zhang Yang’s eyes widened at the sight.
"Holy—?"
He could hardly believe that the Great Boundless possessed such power.
Only an unfathomably deep saint could achieve such a feat.
He was thirteen miles away, which felt dangerously close.
Even from over three miles away, he could clearly see the process of rocks disintegrating into dust.
He had even sensed the moment the power erupted, deepening his understanding of the path of a saint.
He gained insights into Liao Qingshan’s mysteries of the saintly path.
He had been fortunate enough to witness the might of a hundred-meter giant’s body.
He had walked the path of a dead saint and experienced Holy Intention.
Entering the seven-colored soil for training had provided an additional comprehension.
All of these experiences combined had granted him a glimpse into the path of a saint, allowing him to perceive strength through observation.
Yet, he still chose to retreat without hesitation.
Who knew what might happen next?
The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins harbored great terrors.
He withdrew swiftly.
Using the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, the ground beneath his feet flowed like living mountains and rivers, as if he were executing a legendary immortal path secret technique. Effortlessly, he retreated over ten miles once again.
Even from nearly thirty miles away, his vision remained clear as he observed the destruction.
Just as he steadied himself for a moment, things began to change once more.
The ground within a three-mile radius was forcibly lifted into the air by a terrifying power.
Then, a massive figure slowly rose from beneath the earth.
The moment it fully emerged, all the floating earth and rocks vanished.
"Holy corpse!"
Zhang Yang involuntarily staggered backward.
A holy corpse—formed from a saint after death… a zombie!
However, since this saint had been extraordinarily powerful in life, its transformation into a holy corpse had made it even more invincible.
The creature stood at least ten meters tall, its entire body dark as if forged from black gold, covered in black hairs, each resembling a sharp spear. As it moved, its body scraped against the air, tearing the void apart with fine cracks that sent chills down Zhang Yang’s spine.
"If a saint turns into a corpse after death, it becomes many times more powerful than it was in life," he thought.
"A holy corpse is nearly impervious to holy weapons—it is truly invulnerable."
The terror was beyond comprehension.
"Roar!"
The holy corpse suddenly let out a deafening roar.
The clouds in the sky shattered, the light covering the heavens trembled, and even the Daybreak Phoenix Luan hesitated.
Mountains and rivers trembled in all directions.
Even from nearly thirty miles away, Zhang Yang felt darkness creep into his vision. His mind went blank, his ears rang, and he nearly coughed up blood from the sheer force of the roar.
In the next moment, the ground glowed, revealing countless fiery patterns that rapidly converged into fiery chains. These chains pierced through the so-called invulnerable holy corpse, locking within its body.
Zhang Yang was genuinely shaken. The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins concealed too many terrifying mysteries.
However, after being pierced, the holy corpse seemed to regain some clarity amidst its pain. It no longer roared. Instead, it spoke.
"Who killed this saint?"
This question proved that it retained some awareness—it was not merely a bloodthirsty husk.
Almost instinctively, Zhang Yang shouted,
"It was the Ghostly Divine Platform that killed you!"
