Chapter 39
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Chapter 39: An Incredible Fortuitous Path
After a brief cheer of victory within the Divine Forbidden Gate, an overwhelming sense of sorrow and despair settled over them.
Out of a total of one hundred thirteen members, only seventeen remained.
The loss was devastating.
Many broke down in tears.
Others cursed the Demon Slayer Team, vowing vengeance against the headquarters of the Divine Forbidden Gate.
Zhang Yang, however, remained serious.
He turned to Shang Zhu and warned, “You saw it yourself. The Demon Slayer Team is nothing but a pack of heartless mad dogs. They kill without reason. I strongly suggest you contact the headquarters of the Divine Forbidden Gate immediately and prepare them.”
Shang Zhu hesitated. "Wouldn’t that be a bit excessive?"
As a branch leader, his position at the headquarters was high. If he issued a warning, it would be taken seriously. But if nothing happened, it could cause unnecessary panic.
Zhang Yang folded his arms. “Let me put it this way—what do you think of Mu Shaoyang, the Seventh Prince?”
A flicker of hatred crossed Shang Zhu’s eyes. “One can imagine his character by the company he keeps.”
Zhang Yang nodded. **“Exactly. He tried to establish his authority by using any excuse to destroy Green Sparrow Palace. Though he ultimately failed, he had his reasons. Now, the Divine Forbidden Gate has become his next target. Unable to handle me, he may try to use the Demon Slayer Team to make an example out of your headquarters—to intimidate the entire Southern Region with blood.
Can you guarantee he won’t strike next?”**
Shang Zhu’s expression darkened. He could no longer deny the possibility.
Tang Zhuo added, “Leader, it’s better to be prepared.”
After a long silence, Shang Zhu finally made his decision.
He contacted the headquarters of the Divine Forbidden Gate.
Wolf God Mountain
When Ling Yue and Xu Li emerged from their retreat, Zhang Yang took them to bid farewell to the members of the Divine Forbidden Gate.
At Chi Zhenyi’s urging, they returned to Wolf God Mountain once more.
The two remained at the base of the mountain, training diligently—immersing themselves in everything Chi Zhenyi had taught them.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang ascended the mountain alone.
Now, at the sixth level of the Returning to Origin Realm, he no longer needed to rely on divine power.
With a single leap, he soared five hundred meters into the air.
Before, at the fifth level, he had needed to combine six divine powers just to reach five hundred forty meters.
That was the significant difference brought by absorbing the wind—a new phase in the Returning to Origin Realm.
This was also why Chi Zhenyi had said that Zhang Yang’s sixth level was fundamentally different from others.
When he activated six divine powers, he could now ascend as high as one thousand three hundred meters.
From this vantage point, the mountaintop felt incredibly close.
He took a deep breath and activated his seventh divine power.
Baxiang Power!
As the divine power ignited within him, a massive burst of flames erupted from his body, instantly expanding over ten meters in every direction.
He looked like a warrior wreathed in fire.
Beyond its incredible power boost, the Baxiang Divine Fire also diminished the invisible pressure surrounding him.
In every aspect, this version of Baxiang Power surpassed what he had displayed before.
He pressed forward, step by step, bearing the weight of the mountain’s pressure.
And at last—
He reached the summit.
The moment Zhang Yang set foot on the ground, Chi Zhenyi let out a low gasp.
"Such ruthless methods! They actually set up the Spirit-Restraining Divine Killing Technique to strangle all souls. This proves their fear that once Cangmang Sacred Land seals this place with immortal arts, some souls might survive and find their way here. The Heavenly Sacrifice Altar on Wolf God Mountain offers a chance for resurrection. This is a complete extermination of such possibilities."
Zhang Yang also saw the scene atop the mountain.
A massive light barrier enveloped the peak.
The barrier appeared woven from beams of light, forming various images—mostly swords and blades—interspersed with eerie red flashes of terrifying ghosts.
"There are trees inside," Zhang Yang observed, glimpsing blurry shapes beyond the barrier.
Chi Zhenyi exclaimed, "This is the power of the immortal arts applied by Cangmang Sacred Land. Even if this place has been permanently sealed and cut off from the outside world, anything within the range of the immortal arts can still sprout the Ancient Tree."
"What should I do?" Zhang Yang asked.
Chi Zhenyi’s answer was blunt—just two words.
"Blast it!"
Zhang Yang immediately launched a powerful punch.
Because of the invisible pressure he had to withstand, the force behind his punch was somewhat limited.
Even so, cracks spread across the light barrier from the point of impact.
Chi Zhenyi watched in astonishment. This was the terrifying part of Zhang Yang—within the Vast Forest, there was almost nothing he couldn’t break.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three more punches followed.
The cracks spread across the entire barrier, and it seemed on the verge of shattering.
At that moment, blood-red light surged across the barrier, gathering and twisting into an elongated, sinister face with triangular eyes that gleamed ominously. The face stared directly at Zhang Yang and spoke:
"Do not bring disaster upon your sect and family. Retreat now, and this king shall not hold you accountable for the past."
"Who are you?" Zhang Yang demanded.
The long face replied coldly, "You are not qualified to know."
Zhang Yang raised his fist and struck again.
Bang!
The long face exploded, shattering the blood-red light with it.
"What is this?" Zhang Yang felt his anger rise. How was this any different from the Demon Slayer Team?
If he disobeyed, they threatened his sect and family? How could he not be enraged?
He unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes.
Boom!
At last, the barrier collapsed under the onslaught.
As it shattered, a chilling roar echoed through the void—an eerie incantation that sent a ripple through the air.
Immediately, the stone statues atop the mountain opened their eyes.
Their glistening red pupils locked onto Zhang Yang with an unnatural intensity.
"What the hell is this?" Zhang Yang muttered before cracking his knuckles. "Come. Let me see what you’ve got."
With the barrier broken, the pressure on the mountain suddenly lessened, making movement much easier for him.
Chi Zhenyi’s spirit remarked, "This is an incredible find. War statues can only be created at the Ghostly Divine Platform—and that place is one of the only two forbidden sites capable of challenging Cangmang Sacred Land."
The Ghostly Divine Platform—one of the four great forbidden areas in the Southern Region.
"Kid, don’t act rashly! Don’t panic! Stay calm—this might just be your great opportunity!" Chi Zhenyi urged.
"Opportunity?" Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, an opportunity! You are abnormal—life essence is useless to you. Your Ironback Blue Bull has undergone a remarkable transformation. You even said that consuming over a hundred Blood Spirit Flowers had no effect. I strongly suspect your bloodline is exceptionally powerful."
"So what?"
"First, use thirty percent of your strength. Remember—that’s thirty percent of your peak power. Strike the heart of the war statue first."
"Alright."
Although Zhang Yang had no idea what Chi Zhenyi was planning, he followed the instructions.
He threw a swift punch, aiming for the chest of the nearest war statue.
The statue had just awakened and was about to attack.
Instead, under Zhang Yang’s punch, it froze completely, motionless.
"Hahaha! Good! Good!" Chi Zhenyi’s spirit laughed in excitement. "Just as I suspected! Now, quickly—drop your blood onto its heart!"
Zhang Yang flicked his right hand, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the heart of the statue.
Whoosh!
The blood instantly seeped in.
A strange sensation crawled through Zhang Yang’s body.
"What’s happening?" Chi Zhenyi’s spirit asked eagerly.
Zhang Yang pondered for a moment. "It feels like… a Blood Contract."
"It worked!" Chi Zhenyi exclaimed, "Your bloodline is incredibly strong—at least at the saint level, if not higher! Quickly—seal the other war statues! And be careful—do not damage them. They are all priceless treasures!"
At that moment, the other war statues let out thunderous roars from all directions, charging toward Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang executed One Step of Mountains and Rivers, weaving skillfully between them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One by one, he struck the hearts of the statues.
After each strike, he dropped a bit of blood, allowing it to quickly seep into their cores.
Each time, the same connection—similar to a Blood Contract—was formed.
In total, there were thirty-seven war statues.
Now, all of them were under Zhang Yang’s control.
"What’s going on?" Zhang Yang asked.
Chi Zhenyi’s spirit sighed in disbelief. "Your luck is so good, it makes me jealous."
