Chapter 174
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Chapter 174: The Mystery Within the Bloodline Fully Revealed
The colossal ten-thousand-meter figure was not only distinctly visible, but also unmistakably recognizable.
As the dark clouds and lightning surged, its commanding visage became clear as day.
Zhang Yang recognized him.
Back in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, when he had summoned the holy corpse to storm the Ghostly Divine Platform, he had witnessed a similar scene—
Two ten-thousand-meter statues stood atop the Ghostly Divine Platform.
One was the Ghost King.
The other was the Divine King.
Their origins and backgrounds remained shrouded in mystery, but ever since the Ghostly Divine Platform had been established, they had become the shadowy orchestrators behind every major event in the Southern Region during the Eternal Night.
Now—
During his heavenly tribulation—
The Ghost King had appeared!
Like that towering statue, he seemed real, not just an illusion.
But the most terrifying realization was that this wasn’t just a manifestation of tribulation.
The being before him felt like a living, breathing entity.
This colossal Ghost King, emerging from the heavenly tribulation, exuded an aura of immense vitality, vast as the boundless ocean.
As if—
He was the supreme being presiding over the tribulation itself.
"Ghostly Divine Platform! Eternal Night! Heavenly Tribulation!"
These three words flashed frantically through Zhang Yang’s mind, compelling him to connect them.
But there was no time to think further.
Because the colossal Ghost King was about to deliver—
The final blow of this heavenly tribulation.
Whoosh!
Infinite black lightning gathered within the Ghost King’s hand, accompanied by a thunderous roar.
It was as if his strike had transcended time itself—
Descending from ancient epochs—
A judgment from the heavens.
And in that moment—
For the first time ever—
Zhang Yang felt despair.
But it lasted only a fleeting instant. Because deep within his bloodline, chaos erupted.
That terrifying mystery fully manifested—
A force so ancient, so enigmatic, it defied all logic.
Yet Zhang Yang had no time to comprehend it.
Because the power he had sensed before—
That indescribable force had returned.
It was profoundly ancient, deeply mysterious, utterly unpredictable, and beyond measure.
With Zhang Yang’s extraordinary sensitivity, doubt flickered in his heart.
As if this power was drawn from the immense forces of the vast world itself.
What was this power?
And why… had it awakened now?
It seemed that the mystery within his bloodline was connected to a thread of power from the vast world itself. This power flowed through that mystery and into him as he invoked his strongest force, swinging the Thousand Wolves Pillar to strike!
Even if it meant death, he would attack.
Throughout his life, he had never defended—he had only attacked!
Whether it was the effect of the mysterious force brought by his bloodline or some other profound stimulus, this single strike underwent a wondrous transformation.
The Mountain River Pill Furnace reacted as if it were undergoing tribulation. The Flame Forbidden Law Patterns surged, unleashing formidable forces that enhanced the Thousand Wolves Pillar.
Beneath the ground, flames roared to life, twisting into dragon-like trails of fire that soared beside him.
The thousand stone wolves atop the Thousand Wolves Pillar roared in unison, stirring a massive surge of power.
At that moment—
Zhang Yang.
The Mountain River Pill Furnace.
The Thousand Wolves Pillar.
The mysterious might of his bloodline.
All four converged—melding into an extraordinary strike, far surpassing his own limits.
The power he unleashed felt capable of shaking the earth and defying the heavens.
It was a battle of mortal and divine—
The Collision of Man and God.
At that moment, the world held only two colors.
The sky—black as ink.
The earth—red as fire.
They represented two opposing forces—one wielding crushing destruction, the other delivering unyielding strikes.
From afar, at the horizon where sky met earth, the collision between the two forces froze time itself.
Then, a devastating shockwave burst forth, tearing through the land, flattening everything in its wake.
For a brief moment, they seemed evenly matched.
But then, the monstrous lightning Giant Hand suddenly descended, crashing down with unimaginable force.
Zhang Yang’s power began to wane—fracturing, crumbling, and collapsing under the overwhelming might of the heavenly tribulation.
The world grew dim.
Light faded.
The Giant Hand also shrunk, its power rapidly dissipating.
But even as it diminished, it remained immense, still far larger than the Mountain River Pill Furnace—still capable of crushing Zhang Yang.
Then, it slammed him into the ground.
The impact ignited the Flame Forbidden Law Patterns, causing them to flare violently, resisting the Giant Hand and even forcing it back.
Yet, in the process, the Flame Forbidden Law Patterns began to crack.
Zhang Yang was flung into the raging inferno beneath the earth.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Above, the Ten-Thousand-Meter Ghost King opened his eyes, divine radiance flickering as if trying to pierce through the chaos.
But at the peak of the Nine Heavens, a radiant light shone through.
The dark clouds dispersed.
The black lightning vanished.
A vast invisible force slowly descended, shrouding the Ghost King, forcing him to retreat into nothingness.
The heavenly tribulation had ended.
The Daybreak Sun now stood alone.
The skies cleared.
Within the Mountain River Pill Furnace, flames danced, unveiling countless mysteries.
Beneath the earth, amidst the burning inferno, Zhang Yang’s body lay broken.
Flesh torn.
Bones shattered.
He resembled a lifeless corpse.
But, his bloodline still pulsed.
A mysterious, unfathomable force stirred within him, enveloping his flesh, broken bones, internal organs, skin, tendons, and fur—
Emitting a faint glow.
His shattered body began to rapidly regenerate.
Soon, his breathing returned.
The vibrations of life stirred within him once more.
It was as if he had undergone—
A Rebirth.
Shattered, then reshaped.
Zhang Yang’s mind remained hazy, his consciousness clouded.
Yet, driven by instinct, he sat up, activating the Divine Strength Technique—which had undergone a transformation during the heavenly tribulation.
As it circulated, the Nine Extremes True Essence reawakened, surging through him, reviving his consciousness completely.
He could feel his flesh regenerating.
Realizing the opportunity before him, he accelerated his recovery, pushing himself toward breaking through—
Toward ascending into the Ascending to Heaven realm.
But then, a wave of searing heat brushed against his face.
The sensation startled him, forcing him to halt his cultivation.
As his vision cleared, he looked ahead—
And his expression shifted slightly.
Amidst the raging flames, a ferocious Beast loomed in the distance.
The fire roared, his injuries were severe, but Zhang Yang still managed to gather his Nine Extremes True Essence, sharpening his vision to examine the Beast’s form and condition.
It was a Dragon Cow.
With the head of a dragon and the body of a cow.
It was massive, lying motionless like a mountain, its fiery red skin covered in scale-like patterns, as though Dragon Scales were about to emerge.
The Dragon Cow was bound—
Chains of Flame Forbidden Law Patterns pierced through its body, anchoring it to the ground.
These chains were strange, slowly siphoning blood from the Dragon Cow, merging it into the earth itself.
Zhang Yang observed carefully, a thought crossing his mind—
Was the Dragon Cow sustaining the Mountain River Pill Furnace?
The Beast lay weak and motionless.
Had it been gathering its strength over time just to catch his attention?
As he studied the creature’s condition, the Dragon Cow’s eyes met his—
Filled with pleading desperation.
For a moment, Zhang Yang hesitated.
Then, making his decision, he rose to his feet and slowly approached the Dragon Cow.
Just as he was about to speak—
The Dragon Cow’s expression suddenly twisted into a savage, malicious grin.
Its body shuddered violently, its flames flickering.
Then, a brilliant Dao Soul light shot out from within the Dragon Cow’s body—
Aiming directly at Zhang Yang’s forehead!
“Soul possession?”
Zhang Yang’s face turned cold.
At that moment, he understood—
The Dragon Cow was far weaker than it had let on.
The pleading gaze had been a mere ruse.
The distance he had fallen had given the Beast just enough time to lure him closer—
Closer, so it could strike.
And now, it was attempting to seize his body.
The Dragon Cow’s soul spirit let out a maniacal laugh:
“Hahaha! I can still live! That bastard Yi Qianqiu used me as mere material to refine dragon pills, thinking I would perish. But instead, he was repelled and slain by me! I thought that after a hundred years, I would be ground to dust, yet I never imagined I would find someone who could survive the tribulation—someone I could possess!
Hahaha! The heavens are kind to me!
Accept your fate, you insignificant ant!”
Had it been anyone else, they might have succumbed, lacking the power or means to resist a soul spirit.
But Zhang Yang let out a cold snort and struck out with a punch.
Soul Binding Power!
Even in his weakened state, this innate power, capable of shaking souls, remained overwhelmingly dominant—especially against the Dragon Cow’s severely weakened soul spirit.
Bang!
A piercing scream echoed as the Dragon Cow’s soul spirit was obliterated.
Its shattered soul was instantly ignited by the flames, nourishing the Mountain River Pill Furnace further, causing it to roar with vitality.
Zhang Yang sat down again, took out the Sacred Life Water, and used a single drop.
His body rapidly recovered, allowing him to observe the reshaping process—feeling himself growing stronger.
Finally, he was able to examine his bloodline.
Within it, the mysterious Perfect Immortal Body fully manifested.
