Chapter 460: Chapter 466 Sealed Land! Digging Up Your Ancestral Grave! (Second Update)

“Come empty-handed?”

Yang Zhen was startled, as a Sao Saint, he never returned empty-handed from any place!

“What kind of place is this?”

Despite his full confidence, Yang Zhen still turned to ask.

Even though that loathsome cat couldn’t always be trusted, it was still worth listening to when it assumed a serious expression.

Peak Master Mo was also puzzled as he came up to the loathsome cat. During this time, Yang Zhen’s powerful punches had beaten down on the cat countless times, terrifying in its forcefulness and sound, but he never saw the damn cat get even a little injured.

Clearly, the loathsome cat was no ordinary cat!

Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Now Han Yan’er was already a practitioner at the Tribulation Crossing Period strength level. Although Hua Youyue hadn’t crossed the Tribulation yet, it was evident she was suppressing her power level. Both of them could sense something unusual, although they couldn’t pinpoint it precisely.

The loathsome cat, seeing the entire group’s gazes turn to it, was about to strike a smug pose when Yang Zhen glared at it. It hastily said, “This is a Sealed Land!”

“Sealed Land?”

An elderly voice rang out. Elder Qian, a doddering old man, had showed up at some point, escorting the Thousand-Spirit Saintess to the Tian Feng. Hearing the words of the loathsome cat, his entire body shook.

“Could this place be the legendary Sealed Land where all evils are barred?”

Obviously, Elder Qian was familiar with this so-called Sealed Land.

The loathsome cat looked at Elder Qian in surprise and nodded, “In my memory, a great battle occurred here. Several great Saints burned their spirit souls together to seal this entire world. No practitioners who participated in that battle escaped this place!”

“The Supreme Haozong!” Elder Qian exclaimed. Despite his advanced age, he was wide-eyed in shock. He stared at the loathsome cat and asked, “Is this the Supreme Haozong?”

The loathsome cat rolled its eyes at Elder Qian, “How should I know whether this place is Supreme Haozong or not? I just recalled a certain legend. As for why there’s a large sealing array here, that’s something you should answer. What occurred back then?”

Elder Qian shook his head, “I don’t know. The Ancient Spirit Race didn’t enter hibernation willingly. Instead, they were sealed by others.”

Yang Zhen’s eyes almost popped out. Damn it, who had such amazing divine powers that they could seal the entire Ancient Spirit Race under everyone’s noses? And all of them fell asleep without a single person getting hurt?

So, the delicate woman in front of him was actually a woman from ten thousand years ago?

This… felt rather absurd!

It seemed that Elder Qian saw the doubt in everyone’s eyes, and he gave a wry smile, explaining, “In those days, the old ancestors calculated that a great disaster was about to happen to the world. But no matter what, they couldn’t figure out what exactly the disaster would be. However, anyone could feel that the world’s true essence was leaking out, decreasing at an inexplicable speed…”

Upon saying this, Elder Qian sighed, then continued, “Then, I know nothing else!”

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess nodded, “At that time, many people were cultivating or resting. I just felt a wave of sleepiness coming over me, and this sleep lasted more than ten thousand years!”

Yang Zhen asked with a puzzled face, “During those ten thousand years, nobody found you all?”

Then, afraid that he wasn’t clear enough, Yang Zhen bluntly asked, “So… where have you all been?”

Elder Qian and the Thousand-Spirit Saintess shared a glance, then solemnly said, “The Mustard Seed Pouch. The entire Ancient Spirit Race was sealed in another space. An unknown mighty being refined the Ancient Spirit Race’s ancestral land and created an independent world.”

Oh, boy!

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen felt his head throbbing. This world was indeed dangerous. You could suddenly be out walking, sleeping, or even making love, and unpredictably be refined?

What a fucking nightmare!

Yang Zhen could tell that even Elder Qian, a powerful Mahayana Phase practitioner, had a face full of disbelief.

“Old chap!” The loathsome cat sneered, “Stop making that unwilling face. If you weren’t sealed, you probably would have all been wiped out during the Universe Cataclysm!”

Elder Qian looked shaken, took a deep breath, and looked at the loathsome cat. “What Daoist friend said is true, but… what exactly happened?”

The loathsome cat was taken aback, “Who should I ask if you ask me? Let’s discuss the Sealed Land instead. They can’t get in, so hurry up and tell these idiots to retreat!”

“Does Daoist think I can control the situation right now?”

Thousands of practitioners were rushing towards the ruins like an overwhelming tide. Even if someone was dismembered in front, the others maintained crazed expressions.

Was it a joke? As long as there was a treasure hoard, wasn’t it a common sight to see people die?

The stronger the secret stash, the more people would die once it was discovered. This had been a constant truth since ancient times.

For now, everyone just thought that they hadn’t found a way to enter the stash.

Yang Zhen watched with fascination. The saying went, ‘men would die for riches as birds for food’, and it was fully illustrated in this world of cultivation.

These people were downright insane. This was a Sealed Land established by several great Saints who had burnt their spirit souls. How could a bunch of practitioners break into it?

For ten thousand years, this Sealed Land remained undamaged. This demonstrated the terrifying nature of these great Saints.

What kind of earth-shattering battle had happened back then, so much so that several great Saints were willing to die and had to set up a great sealing array to eliminate all living things?

Yang Zhen glanced at Saint Lin, who was lying on the ground wailing non-stop, then leaped into the air, standing tall in the sky with his clothes billowing. Looking at those people who kept rushing forward, he roared, “Everybody stop for this fucking Sao Saint!”

His voice, as loud as rolling thunder, was amplified by the third dragon elephant’s roar, so startling that everyone felt as if they were deafened. They looked at Yang Zhen in fear.

Elder Qian was dumbfounded as he watched Yang Zhen. He nodded to the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, “I never expected Yang friend would take action to prevent this disaster. He truly has a kind heart. Those… rumors about him really don’t seem to be…”

Before Elder Qian could finish speaking, Yang Zhen, who stood mid-air, began to curse, “Bloody hell, I, Sao Saint, haven’t become anxious about the stuff inside yet, but you guys are getting so worked up. Whoever dares to enter before me, I, Sao Saint, swear to dig up your family graves. Even if your ancestors rise from their graves and create a commotion, they can’t stop me, Sao Saint. I mean it!”

Elder Qian: “…”

The Thousand-Spirit Saintess looked at Elder Qian’s awkward but polite smile and couldn’t help but laugh. She looked at Yang Zhen curiously.

“Huh, they stopped!” Peak Master Mo, with a dazed expression, watched the crowd gradually come to a halt, completely stumped.

As expected, the threat of desecrating a family grave was quite effective.

“Yang Zhen, aren’t you being too overbearing? Why can’t we enter the ruins before you?”

“Why can’t everyone enter an enormous stash like this?”

“Damn it, this Yang Zhen sure has a knack for doing what he says, especially if it involves doing some morally questionable things. Everyone should be careful.”

“My heavens, how did so many fellow Daoists die in such a short time?”

When someone noticed the bodies scattered all over the ground, they were horrified. When people saw Lin Saint, who was missing an arm and still wailing on the ground, all of them were terribly shocked.