Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 838 - 854: The Visitors Are Up to No Good

Chapter 838: Chapter 854: The Visitors Are Up to No Good

No matter which space or time, regardless of the plane of existence, almost every creature between heaven and earth is interested in the Path of Longevity.

In fact, Yang Zhen had heard earlier that the original reason Practitioners in the world of cultivation appeared was to seek immortality, to live as long as heaven and earth.

However, they later realized that such a thing was hardly possible and started to pursue even more powerful strengths.

The average lifespan of a Practitioner is now about a thousand years, and anyone who lives past a thousand years is already considered to have had a long life.

Of course, beings like the ancient inheritances and the Demon God Territory that have existed for ten thousand or even tens of thousands of years were all sealed places, where they deceived heaven to cross the sea, almost devoid of the concept of time; their years are uncountable.

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Do people in slumber still count as alive?

Yang Zhen held a negative attitude towards this question.

If one sleeps through the prime years of life without enjoying it, how is that different from death?

Luckily, these Sacred Lands all slumber collectively. Otherwise, scoundrels like Naughty Cat who had lived for so many years might wake up having forgotten even who they are, let alone the friends and relatives by their side, who are almost all long gone—such is the vastness and vicissitudes of life, where things remain but people change.

That feeling is probably worse than simply dying.

In the following period, although Yang Zhen seemed to be merely eating and drinking, and shaking up the Demon God Territory with Naughty Cat and Sao Rooster, deep down he was quite preoccupied with finding evidence of the Demon God Territory’s defiance of the natural order.

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But what puzzled Yang Zhen was that once he understood the actions of the Demon God Territory, they were almost blatantly obvious, and yet the increasingly numerous Practitioners there didn’t seem to care at all.

Tsk tsk, that’s the remarkable thing about the Demon God Territory, indeed—everyone stands to gain benefits, and they are all waiting for the grand Daoist debate in a few days. Why would anyone bother with whether you’re defying the heavens or conforming to them?

Yang Zhen was happy to watch the excitement, seeing Yue Ling gradually recovering from the grief of losing her nanny, and started to prepare as well.

Although Yang Zhen had no intention of participating in any debate on the Dao, listening to others was still beneficial; there are three thousand great daos and countless minor ones in the world. It’s beneficial to listen to the Dao of others.

The Daoist enthusiast was most interested in this. She had stopped daydreaming recently, only occasionally giving Yang Zhen a stern look and dragging him to say, “Come debate the Dao with me.”

Yang Zhen was startled and shook his head, “Why should a little girl like you compete with all those old men?”

Han Yan’er glared at him, “Why can’t a little girl compete with them? Debate is about arguing over the Dao of the world. Don’t you want your Dao to be widely recognized and respected?”

Yang Zhen looked at Han Yan’er seriously, placing his hands on her shoulders, gazing into her eyes, and said, “Daoist enthusiast, remember this, you must create your own Dao. In this world, there’s no single Dao that suits you. Only the Dao you create yourself will be the perfect fit for you.”

“But I began my journey on the Dao with you!” Han Yan’er’s retort left Yang Zhen without a comeback.

“I’m different, my Dao is the greatest Dao, unlike others.”

“The greatest Dao?” Han Yan’er looked at Yang Zhen with a skeptical expression, “So your Dao is even more powerful than that of the Central Emperor, right?”

“Naturally!” Yang Zhen said, his face beaming with pride.

“If that’s the case, then you should let it be seen and acknowledged!” Han Yan’er stared at Yang Zhen insistently.

“Not going!”

Yang Zhen turned and walked away!

“Yang Zhen!”

Yang Zhen turned back, looking puzzled at the Daoist enthusiast, “What’s wrong?”

“If you agree to go to the debate with me, I will… I will…”

“You will what?” Yang Zhen blinked, his face a picture of confusion as he looked at the Daoist enthusiast.

The Daoist enthusiast bit her lip, staring intently at Yang Zhen. It was clear she had something to say, but she couldn’t say it.

Yang Zhen’s eyes sparkled, “Are you serious?”

Clash!

The long sword was drawn, startling Yang Zhen.

However, this time the sword did not stab at him but returned to its sheath.

“Hmph!”

Watching the little Daoist idiot take tiny, delicate steps away, Yang Zhen touched his nose, “Does this mean he agreed or not?”

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As the time for the Daoist arena of the grand Dao drew closer, the Demon God Territory could be said to be the busiest place in the entire world of cultivation.

More and more practitioners gathered from all directions, and Yang Zhen even encountered an old acquaintance.

“Sir?”

Seeing an old fellow with thick eyebrows and big eyes not far away, Yang Zhen’s face showed a surprised expression, “How come you’re here, too?”

The sir was a senior figure Yang Zhen had met in the East Sea, someone whom he had seen as a towering talent steeped in the great Dao.

Thinking back on that time, he really had been young.

Today’s sir had also broken through to the Divine Transformation Stage of cultivation, and although he was a bit less advanced than Yang Zhen, the talent and inscriptions on him were exceptionally thick, giving him an air of scholarly gravitas that made the man even more profound.

Accompanying the sir were several others from the East Sea, all Divine Transformation Stage powerhouses. It seemed that in recent times, the Heaven and Earth Qi of the East Sea had made a remarkably strong recovery.

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s voice, the sir at first appeared stunned, but then turned toward Yang Zhen, his face breaking into a surprised laugh as he walked over and clapped Yang Zhen’s shoulder, exclaiming, “Good lad, it’s you! You’re about to break through to the Circulation Phase already; truly, the pupil surpasses the teacher.”

Yang Zhen offered a rare, embarrassed smile and said, “The sir is growing stronger with age; I never expected you’d also have broken through to the Divine Transformation Stage.”

Seeing an old friend truly made Yang Zhen happy, although he wondered why those two scoundrels who tricked their way into meals and drinks hadn’t come—probably one was busy concocting pills and the other was busy practicing the Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique.

The sir laughed heartily, his face gleaming with joy as he said to the people around him, “Gentlemen, this is the young friend Yang whom I so often speak of to you all.”

Yang Zhen hurriedly greeted the several senior figures with old arms and legs, respectfully saying, “Greetings to the seniors. During my time in the East Sea, thanks to the sir’s kindness, I’m regarded as half a disciple of his.”

Hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the sir’s eyes suddenly sparked with a bright light, and with a hearty laugh, he responded, “Half a disciple I dare not claim, for now your cultivation and realm have already far surpassed this old man’s.”

Yang Zhen grinned and said nothing, thus tacitly acknowledging the relationship with the sir.

Before the sir could introduce the seniors to Yang Zhen, a young man from behind the elders suddenly hummed lightly, stepped forward, and looked at Yang Zhen with a half smile, “So you are Yang Zhen? Your exploits are still being talked about in the East Sea. Didn’t expect to come across you in the Western Region. It’s evident that you must be quite accomplished in certain areas and very lucky. Perhaps we could have a little spar sometime.”

Yang Zhen felt surprised at the remark. This guy seemed a bit hostile, but Yang Zhen couldn’t find any evidence, so he cast a glance toward the sir and the other seniors.

The sir’s expression was somewhat unpleasant, yet he did not speak. Instead, a few of the elders beside him showed an amused look on their faces.

One of them, a hunched-over old crone looking quite aged, grinned and said, “Yuan Hao, do not be rude. When Yang Zhen was making a name for himself in the East Sea, you had not even entered the path.”

Yang Zhen squinted his eyes upon hearing this, thinking to himself, wow, another prodigious talent! If this Yuan Hao guy hadn’t even started when he was in the East Sea, did it really take him less than two years to break through to the Divine Transformation Stage?

Was this guy force-fed like a duck or what?

And this old lady, emphasizing Yuan Hao’s talents so much, obviously had an implication!

Trouble is coming, trouble is coming indeed!