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Chapter 1104: Chapter 1031: A Night of Ghost Cries and Wolf Howls! (Part 1) Chapter 1104: Chapter 1031: A Night of Ghost Cries and Wolf Howls! (Part 1) “`

The Nine Dragons Great Saint’s eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the changes in Yang Zhen’s body, the more he felt, the more absurd the situation seemed to become?

“Damn it all, was this kid hiding his potential from the beginning?”

“How did he break through to the Third Heaven in the blink of an eye?”

Such an event, not to mention having witnessed it, was something the former Nine Dragons wouldn’t even dare to dream of. If anyone dared look him in the eye and claim someone could enhance their First Heaven potential to the Third Heaven in just a dozen breaths, the Nine Dragons would definitely slap them in the face.

This is just bullshit!

Who could possibly enhance their First Heaven potential to the Third Heaven, one after another, in just a dozen breaths?

Yang Zhen did it, not only did he do it, but it seemed like that damned kid was still improving.

It’s just unclear why his progress had slowed down a bit.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yang Zhen finally stabilized his potential at the Third Heaven.

Feeling that Yang Zhen’s enhancement had slowed, the Nine Dragons actually felt tense.

This was a record, a record that has never been seen before from ancient times to the present, about to be achieved right in front of him. With a mix of pride and regret, even the Nine Dragons felt somewhat ambivalent.

Even if Yang Zhen were to stop his sudden comprehension now, it would still be an admirable achievement.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen’s brows began to furrow, and to the Nine Dragons’ astonishment, he seemed to find the pressure somewhat lacking!

Upon realizing this, the Nine Dragons couldn’t help but laugh and curse, saying, “This damned kid, fine, let this elder see what kind of miracle you can create!”

Boom–!

An earth-shattering hum spread as the Nine Dragons’ aura suddenly soared once more, their terrifying presence solidifying the air around them. The dragon-like creature beneath their feet let out a pained howl, flapping its wings and plummeting from midair.

The wind howled and the air roared. The Nine Dragons’ face took on a serious expression, fixated on Yang Zhen, as if they themselves hadn’t fallen at all, not bothered in the least, focusing all of their aura on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen… relaxed his brows and his body likewise erupted with a terrifying presence, as if embodying the Heaven and Earth Fetal Breathing, harmonizing with the heavenly dao in every inhalation and exhalation.

The Nine Dragons watched, dumbfounded, as in such a short time, Yang Zhen’s aura broke through again!

Rumble–!

The dragon-like creature hit the ground and rolled hundreds of feet with the Nine Dragons and Yang Zhen before finally coming to a stop, crying out in protest, looking discontentedly at the Nine Dragons.

The Nine Dragons got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, their expression bizarre as they looked at Yang Zhen, who was still lying on the ground.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes, his face a picture of confusion as he surveyed his surroundings. The Nine Dragons’s head was covered in dust and topped with a tuft of foxtail grass, the greenery looking comically ridiculous.

“This… is this some new trendsetter look, mate?”

The Nine Dragons glared at Yang Zhen without amusement.

…

North of the Central Court, near the border of the Northern Domain, lay a world of ice mountains, surrounded by endless white mists that gave it a seemingly celestial air, albeit a desolate one.

On one lofty mountain, a collection of simple stone rooms were built, all white, which looked as if they were a natural extension of the landscape.

It seemed as if these structures were always meant to be part of the world, that adding just one more would disrupt this perfect harmony with the dao.

On the facade of one enormous building, a woman whose age was indiscernible sat upon the Ice Saint Seat, her body shrouded in a layer of white fog, obscuring her face. Only her exquisite silhouette was visible, her white clothes sheer as gossamer, reduced of worldly aura, with a hint of the celestial.

Inside the grand hall, an elder paced back and forth, occasionally frowning, about to speak, then hesitating.

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The young woman spoke slowly, “Is Elder Yan worried?”

The old man known as Elder Yan paused in his action and shook his head, “Holy Lord, is what Nine Dragons said… true?”

The temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped by more than a dozen degrees, and the young woman’s voice turned icy, “Nine Dragons is a Saint, would he speak without meaning?”

Elder Yan gave a bitter smile, saying, “It is precisely because Nine Dragons Saint doesn’t jest that I find this matter absurd. For tens of thousands of years, only one sword spirit has been discovered in the Great Desolation world, which defied many; even our Heaven Mountain Holy Land surrounded but did not attack, and even Nine Dragons Great Saint returned with defeat. And yet… he seeks out a Celestial Phase youth, oh, now he should have broken through to Half-step Great Saint, but even as a Half-step Great Saint, what of it? If he seeks Half-step Great Saints, why travel thousands of miles to the South of the Central Court? Do we not have as many as we want in Heaven Mountain Holy Land?”

Several old men beside him fell into silence, nodding their heads upon hearing this, under each elder’s disciples in the Holy Land there might not be many Saints, but Half-step Great Saints indeed were as many as they wanted.

An old woman hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, “Holy Lord, now even people from Shaking Light Holy Land have come upon hearing the news, it is said that the Shaking Light Saint Master also places great importance on the sword spirit, in my opinion, Nine Dragons Saint…”

“Enough!”

A light shout interrupted the old woman’s words, the Heaven Mountain Holy Lord coldly swept a glance around and said, “Let’s discuss this matter when Nine Dragons arrives!”

The crowd quickly agreed, Elder Yan and the old woman looked at each other, and then everyone filed out of the hall.

“What’s gotten into the Holy Lord, to trust Nine Dragons Saint’s words so readily?”

Having left the Holy Hall, the old woman’s face immediately darkened.

Elder Yan chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, with the Holy Lord and Nine Dragons Saint’s relationship, even if Nine Dragons Saint cannot help us, he won’t mess around.”

The old woman gave a bitter smile, saying, “I am not worried about Nine Dragons Saint messing around; my concern is that if we continue to delay, what if the sword spirit disappears? That loss would not just be for Heaven Mountain Holy Land, but a loss for the entire Central Court and even Great Desolation world!”

Elder Yan sighed, gazing at the white clouds drifting in the sky, he muttered to himself, “Even if he is a peerless genius, what of it? What does it matter if he breaks through to Half-step Great Saint at a young age? The sword spirit’s aura is clear for all to see, without the aura of the Heaven Realm, one simply cannot approach within a thousand zhang of the sword spirit. I really want to see what is so special about this young man highly regarded by Nine Dragons Saint!”

The old woman laughed heartily, saying, “I suppose by now, those talented disciples beneath Heaven Mountain would share Elder Yan’s sentiments.”

“Right, how is that girl Fu Yao doing?” Elder Yan suddenly asked.

The old woman smiled mysteriously, saying, “Just yesterday, she broke through to the Heaven Realm and already has the strength to approach the sword spirit.”

“What?” Elder Yan’s expression froze, looking at the old woman in surprise, he snorted coldly and turned to leave!

The old woman watched Elder Yan’s retreating figure with a strange look, shook her head, and left with a laugh.

That very night, from below Elder Yan’s peak came cries and howls all night long, many could tell that it was the voice of Elder Yan’s most cherished disciple, Li Qingfeng.

Atop the Tianfeng, the Heaven Mountain Holy Lord dressed in white, pure as snow, gazed at the far-off boundaries of Heaven Mountain in deep thought.

“What exactly are you thinking?”

The voice was ethereal, like a confession, like a secluded spring.

Below Elder Yan’s peak, a young man stumbled forward with an iron-green face, his aura was overwhelming, and his eyes were full of fierce light, causing the group of disciples nearby to hastily attempt to dodge away.

“Come here!”

The young man’s rage surged like waves as he glared at one of the younger disciples and barked.

The young disciple froze in fear, his face flickering with terror, and looked around, finding the others had already fled.

“Li… Senior Brother, do you have any instructions?”

“Has Nine Dragons Saint returned?”

“Not yet!”

“Scram!”

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