Chapter 161
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Chapter 161: It’s Zhang Yang Again
The Ghostly Guards of the Ghostly Divine Platform were the elite among the many ghostly guards, renowned for their formidable combat prowess and equipped with some of the finest gear.
Five hundred Ghostly Guards, led by Ghost King Wudao, truly embodied the might of the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Ghost King Futian immediately summoned a warship, tossing it into the air, where it transformed into a hundred-meter-long vessel. Dark in color, it shimmered with ghostly light and was adorned with carvings of skulls and sinister spirits—an unmistakable treasure of the Ghostly Divine Platform.
They all boarded the ship.
Under Ghost King Futian’s control, the warship shot forward like a black bolt of lightning, piercing through the void toward the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
Outside the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, in Fengyu Town
Once it was confirmed that Zhang Yang had entered the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, various factions began taking action.
Originally, several major forces had already arranged for personnel to enter the ruins for training. However, due to Zhang Yang’s presence, the number of entrants surged by three to five times, and the overall quality of participants significantly improved.
In truth, whenever the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins opened, many cultivators would enter. But since the forces of Ghost City and Phoenix City had already plundered most of the valuable artifacts, what remained was either mediocre or impossible to take. As a result, the ruins had never drawn much attention in the past.
Once their arrangements were made, everyone returned to their respective places.
The top talents of the Great Boundless, who had gathered in Fengyu Town, wielded immense influence over the Southern Region.
Among them were the Great Xia Empire’s royal uncle, Mu Yujing, and the Grand Elder of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, Ying Wuji. Also present was Qiu Yinong, the youngest member of the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, renowned throughout the Southern Region for both her stunning beauty and exceptional talent. The gathering included the Grand Elder of the Liu Family, Liu Taixu, as well as Yilie, the Third Elder of Moonview Tower. Completing the distinguished assembly was Su Baishi, the Grand Elder of Embrace Moon Tower.
These individuals often gathered to discuss various matters but inevitably ended up talking about Zhang Yang—always leaving them in a foul mood as they dispersed.
This time, they had convened again, discussing the War of the Saints from a thousand years ago when a middle-aged beauty suddenly approached Yilie. Leaning in, she whispered in his ear using a sound transmission technique.
“What!”
Yilie abruptly stood up, visibly shaken.
Everyone turned to look at him, surprised. The Third Elder of Moonview Tower was typically as unshakable as a stone Buddha—unmoved by the eight winds, remaining composed even under immense pressure.
What could have startled him so profoundly?
Even Yi Ren Zui was puzzled by Yilie’s reaction. The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins had yet to begin, and she herself could not enter. Yilie had requested her to stay by his side to observe how many people sought to kill Zhang Yang, which had entirely dispelled her thoughts of befriending him.
“Brother Yi, what’s the matter?” Su Baishi, the Grand Elder of Embrace Moon Tower, asked with displeasure. A revelation significant enough to shake Yilie, yet unknown to the rest of them, made them feel as though they were at a disadvantage.
Yilie’s eyes gleamed as he spoke in a deep voice. “Zhang Yang is causing trouble again.”
The initially lively group suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
Especially Qiu Yinong—her stunning face turned icy cold, a chilling light flickering in her eyes.
Only Yi Ren Zui’s beautiful eyes sparkled with surprise before she quickly concealed her emotions.
“What could he possibly do inside the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins?” Mu Yujing scoffed. “No matter how impressive, at most, he can seize some holy treasures. Even if he obtains a saint’s inheritance, what of it? He’s as good as dead. Any gains he makes will only be temporarily safeguarded for us.”
Ying Wuji nodded. “Indeed, this is nothing significant.”
Liu Taixu also nodded in agreement.
Observing their reactions, Yilie suddenly felt that their instinctive disdain for Zhang Yang was excessive. With such attitudes, how could they ever hope to deal with Zhang Yang, let alone conquer the Vast Forest?
“During the War of the Saints within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, countless saints perished like falling rain. Among them, there was a holy corpse,” Yilie explained. “Zhang Yang has unleashed it.”
The expressions of those who had previously been indifferent shifted slightly.
Yilie continued, “We don’t know who this holy corpse was in life, but it was powerful enough to retain a vengeful will. Zhang Yang convinced it that it had been slain by the Ghostly Divine Platform. In response, the holy corpse stormed the Ghostly Divine Platform, slaying four great saints, massacring two hundred and sixty-nine members of the Great Boundless, and countless others of varying realms. It nearly destroyed the small world of the Ghostly Divine Platform.”
“In the end, the holy corpse was not slain but was instead retrieved by a mysterious force within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.”
“Because of this, the Ghostly Divine Platform has mobilized its forces to kill Zhang Yang.”
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
A holy corpse.
Intruding into the Ghostly Divine Platform.
Slaying saints.
Annihilating the Great Boundless.
Returning unscathed.
Each phrase carried a weight that sent shivers down their spines. Who among them did not recognize that the Ghostly Divine Platform was the most terrifying force in the Southern Region?
“This Zhang Yang is truly a calamity. Wherever he goes, he stirs up chaos,” Liu Taixu said angrily.
Mu Yujing chuckled softly. “The Ghostly Divine Platform doesn’t concern itself with such minor losses.”
Yilie gave her a peculiar look.
“Brother Yi, why are you looking at me like that?” Mu Yujing asked.
Yilie replied, “Zhang Yang claims that the holy corpse was released by the Great Xia Empire, intending to teach the Ghostly Divine Platform a lesson.”
Mu Yujing’s face darkened with fury.
Yilie added, “However, Ghost King Youye saw through his scheme and was not deceived.”
“Damn it! Damn it! That Zhang Yang deserves to die!” Mu Yujing could no longer contain her rage.
In the Southern Region, who would dare to oppose the Ghostly Divine Platform?
No one!
Not even the most powerful forces represented by those present would dare to do so.
Everyone condemned Zhang Yang as shameless, despicable, and utterly detestable.
Yi Ren Zui suddenly interjected, “How did the holy corpse travel from the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins to the Ghostly Divine Platform?”
Her question brought silence to the room.
Indeed, how had the holy corpse reached the Ghostly Divine Platform?
Before the fifth day of May, the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins could neither be freely entered nor exited. If it could leave, then it could also enter. So, what exactly was the situation with the holy corpse?
In an instant, speculation arose.
They were no fools—they all sensed that something was amiss.
Yet, no one spoke of it.
Yi Ren Zui murmured to herself, “Why would Zhang Yang frame the Great Xia Empire? Why not the Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, the Liu Family, or my Moonview Tower?”
Her words once again sparked confusion, and all eyes turned to Mu Yujing.
Mu Yujing felt a surge of irritation—Yi Ren Zui was deliberately stirring trouble.
She snorted coldly. “How would I know the reason? Perhaps he simply hates our Great Xia Empire the most.”
Yi Ren Zui smiled but said nothing. She knew there had to be a reason, and that reason also carried a hidden message—
The special connection between the Great Xia Empire, the Ghostly Divine Platform, and the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.
As everyone pondered over their thoughts, a sudden thunderclap erupted in the sky.
The Daybreak Sun shone brilliantly overhead, and the sky was clear and fresh, making the sudden roar all the more unexpected. Startled, everyone instinctively looked up.
A bolt of black lightning, dark as ink, sliced through the sky like a black blade.
“Black lightning!”
“What’s happening?”
“Why is there black lightning out of nowhere?”
Many were bewildered.
Everyone in Fengyu Town stepped outside, gazing toward the heavens.
Boom!
Another peal of thunder.
It was still that ominous black lightning, crackling violently across the sky.
Then, the thunder continued. Black lightning flashed repeatedly, splitting the sky apart.
This bizarre phenomenon left even the most powerful individuals perplexed.
“What’s going on?” Mu Yujing frowned.
Liu Taixu, Ying Wuji, Qiu Yinong, Su Baishi, Yilie, Yi Ren Zui, and the others all activated their secret techniques and clairvoyant abilities to investigate the sky. Yet, despite their efforts, they could not discern the cause. They could only vaguely sense that beyond the clear sky, a massive black cloud was slowly emerging from the vast expanse of blue.
Yilie furrowed his brows. “I don’t know why, but I have a feeling this is somehow related to Zhang Yang.”
In truth, this phenomenon was related to Zhang Yang.
The problem was—Zhang Yang himself was unaware of it.
At that moment, he was in seclusion, striving to break through to the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
Having obtained most of the treasures from Ghost City—including a vast number of Spirit Stones—he had all the resources he needed for a prolonged period of cultivation.
He had chosen a secluded valley over three hundred miles away from Ghost City as his training ground.
His goal was clear—to forcefully break through to the Ascending to Heaven Realm.
With his rapid cultivation speed, breaking through should have been simple as long as he had enough Spirit Stones.
Yet, unexpectedly—he couldn’t break through.
It was as if something unseen was restraining him, preventing him from ascending. He pushed himself relentlessly, yet he remained stuck at his current level, as if an invisible force was barring his path from above.
He couldn’t help but look up at the sky, sensing something ominous—
As if the heavens themselves were enraged, preparing to impose a punishment upon him.
"Is it because of Eternal Night?"
"After Eternal Night, there are no immortals left. If I walk the immortal path, have I encountered a checkpoint on that path?"
