Chapter 158
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Chapter 158: The Invincible Holy Corpse
Zhang Yang stood frozen in place.
He had never expected the holy corpse to charge into the Ghostly Divine Platform.
His intention had only been to implant a memory—one that would convince the holy corpse that the Ghostly Divine Platform was responsible for its death so that it would seek vengeance.
Who could have imagined that it would actually storm into the Ghostly Divine Platform like this?
That place was utterly terrifying.
If the holy corpse ventured inside, it would likely face certain death.
Without hesitation, Zhang Yang pushed himself to his absolute limit.
As he ran, a sudden enlightenment flashed through his mind—an understanding of the path of a saint.
His comprehension of the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers deepened, allowing him to surpass his previous limits.
He reached the ruins of the Ghostly Divine Platform even faster than before.
Upon arrival, he peered through the nearly shattered, creaking screen and caught a glimpse of what lay inside.
The passage was long, but the holy corpse was even faster.
By the time Zhang Yang arrived, it had already stepped into the Ghostly Divine Platform.
He watched as the holy corpse took a single step—
—and crushed a group of experts who had been guarding the entrance.
It didn’t matter whether they were Great Boundless cultivators or of any other realm.
Everything beneath its step was obliterated.
That single step collapsed the entire area.
Human or otherwise, nothing remained.
Everything had turned to dust, carried away by the wind.
It was a horrifying sight—one that struck terror into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
This was the power of the holy corpse after its transformation.
At the same time, through the gaps not obscured by the holy corpse’s massive frame, Zhang Yang caught glimpses of the Ghostly Divine Platform’s interior.
There stood two enormous statues.
One was the Ghost King.
The other was the Divine King.
These were the two progenitors of the Ghostly Divine Platform. No one knew their origins or whether they were still alive. All that was known was that their statues remained, eternally guarding the Ghostly Divine Platform.
The moment Zhang Yang laid eyes on them, his previously calming bloodline surged once more.
Rage erupted within him—wild and fierce.
Like a tranquil sea suddenly churning into violent waves, escalating into a hurricane.
An infinite killing intent surged through him.
He wanted to kill the Ghost King!
He wanted to kill the Divine King!
This urge was carved into his very blood, an obsession so deep that only by crushing them could he quell his fury.
Yet Zhang Yang did not lose himself to this overwhelming surge. Instead, he became even more composed, as if something deep within his soul urged him to remain utterly tranquil, allowing him to make the most rational decisions.
It was a delicate and profound state.
He continued watching.
Inside the Ghostly Divine Platform, the holy corpse’s assault had incited chaos.
Great Boundless experts rushed out. Saints emerged.
In that instant, Zhang Yang finally grasped the true might of the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Nearly a hundred Great Boundless experts appeared in unison, each radiating chaotic energy, floating in the sky. Together, they unleashed the same forbidden laws, seemingly intending to suppress the holy corpse through sheer numbers and overwhelming power.
Yet, they had gravely underestimated just how terrifying this holy corpse truly was.
"Roar!"
The holy corpse howled madly.
Even from the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, Zhang Yang felt his head spin. A deafening buzz rang in his ears, and his vision blurred for an instant.
When he refocused, the hundred Great Boundless experts had already been reduced to a hundred streams of blood mist.
Not a single one survived.
Some saints charged toward the holy corpse.
The holy corpse immediately struck out with its fist.
Boom!
The sky exploded. The attacking saint burst apart.
"The holy corpse is invincible!"
Even Zhang Yang couldn’t help but cry out.
To annihilate a saint with a single punch—what kind of terrifying power was this?
He strongly suspected that in life, this holy corpse had been an unparalleled existence. Now, after its transformation, it had grown even stronger.
This would bring disaster to the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Boom!
The holy corpse’s assault did not stop.
It unleashed another earth-shattering punch, striking at empty space.
In the void, countless ghostly forbidden laws emerged—densely packed, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
But under its strike, most of them shattered instantly, along with countless experts of the Ghostly Divine Platform, crushed beneath its might.
Its form shrank slightly as it advanced, continuing its slaughter.
Everywhere it passed, nothing remained.
This was annihilation.
With five consecutive punches, the sky rained blood.
Then—
Ghost King Youye appeared.
A king among saints.
His presence alone suppressed the heavens, and the vast sky darkened, transforming into a boundless abyss.
From within, endless ghostly arts surged forth.
Ghost King Youye engaged the holy corpse in battle.
Their clashing forces were unimaginably powerful, even reaching the underworld screen, causing deep cracks to form within it.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang retreated immediately.
Crack. Crack. Crack… CRACK!
The screen trembled violently, emitting sharp, ear-piercing sounds. Ultimately, it could not withstand the sheer force.
It shattered into dozens of pieces, crashing to the ground—yet surprisingly, none of its power spilled out.
Zhang Yang lifted his gaze.
The Daybreak Phoenix Luan remained untouched.
He suspected that the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins naturally suppressed external forces. Otherwise, the battle would have razed everything to the ground.
However, there was an unexpected benefit—
Many treasures remained intact.
His eyes locked onto several Reverse Phoenix Grass plants.
They emitted a faint glow, like phoenixes dancing within the light.
Previously, when he had traded with King Qin Guang of the Underworld Assassin Organization, he had exchanged just two Reverse Phoenix Grass for the remaining three of the Four Raging Demons and all of the Four Great Phantoms.
Now, at a glance—
There were at least thirty to fifty Reverse Phoenix Grass plants before him!
Without hesitation, he began collecting them.
Beyond the Reverse Phoenix Grass, there were many other exotic flowers and herbs—some resembling dragons, others with divine beasts swirling around them.
Additionally, there were Luan Blood Spirit Stones, Fire Spirit Stones, and many other rare materials.
Among the shattered remnants, one particular fragment of unknown origin caught his attention.
Surprisingly, it resonated with the Wolf King Spear.
The moment he inserted the Wolf King Spear into the fragment, the lingering grievance of the wolf within it subsided, and the spear’s strength recovered to the level of a Boundless Artifact.
Zhang Yang stored the Wolf King Spear away.
Among the scattered remains, there were over ten immeasurable divine treasures and Boundless Artifacts.
Three of these immeasurable divine treasures stood out—
A treasure tower, a divine seal, and a bronze bell.
Each of them emanated a subtle holy light.
This was a sign.
They were on the verge of becoming holy weapons.
Their potential far exceeded that of the Golden Dragon Shield, making them even more valuable.
Zhang Yang’s heart pounded.
"There are so many valuable items!"
He couldn’t help but exclaim.
This single collection was only slightly inferior to what the Mo family had amassed over centuries.
Yet, this was merely the Ghostly Divine Platform’s spoils from a single year in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
Zhang Yang marveled at this reality.
The strong grow stronger.
They seize vast resources, hoarding power for themselves—while others fall behind.
Many are reduced to nothing more than stepping stones.
Some, even in death, serve only to pave the way for others.
However, there were also regrets. The holy corpse’s single stomp had obliterated Ghost City, and despite the protective screen, many treasures were destroyed in areas it couldn’t shield. Zhang Yang continued searching for treasures amidst the ruins of Ghost City. Despite his thorough search, he found nothing. It wasn’t that there were no treasures left; the holy corpse’s stomp had simply been too devastating, leaving nothing behind. After scouring every corner, he found no more valuables but instead encountered ghostly guards returning from all directions.
Leading them was a tall, robust man whose face twisted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury. “Was it you who released the holy corpse?” he demanded.
“Who are you?” Zhang Yang asked, noticing Ghost Tiger standing behind the man, glaring at him fiercely.
The man clenched his teeth and replied, “I am King Ghost Wuyou of the Ghostly Divine Platform!” Zhang Yang recalled hearing about this man on the path of the dead saint; he was the overall leader of the Ghostly Divine Platform in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
“It was I who released it,” Zhang Yang admitted. “And I also informed it that the Ghostly Divine Platform was responsible for its death. By the way, the holy corpse has already infiltrated the Ghostly Divine Platform. Just moments ago, I witnessed the deaths of at least one or two hundred Great Boundless, including a saint who was killed with a single punch. How many more of your Great Boundless and saints do you think will fall?”
King Ghost Wuyou, Ghost Tiger, and the ghostly guards all glared at him with intense anger.
“You deserve to die!” King Ghost Wuyou’s killing intent was sharp and clear.
Zhang Yang raised his hand to halt them, saying, “Wait, let’s first consider the consequences. If a few more saints and several hundred Great Boundless perish, will that significantly harm the Ghostly Divine Platform? By the way, how many saints do you have? Will it be enough for the holy corpse to kill?”
King Ghost Wuyou was furious, shouting, “Kill him!”
At that moment, all the ghostly guards who had been outside returned, numbering six or seven hundred—the remaining force of the ghostly guards.
“Do you think you can overwhelm me with numbers? Do I look afraid?” Zhang Yang retorted, pulling out the Thousand Wolves Pillar and slamming it into the ground, activating the Cang Wolf Power. The howl of wolves filled the air as over a thousand stone wolves surged forward, overwhelming the ghostly guards. Zhang Yang, wielding the divine rod, launched a counterattack, his eyes on the storage bags at the waists of King Ghost Wuyou, Ghost Tiger, and the others, knowing they contained valuable treasures.
