Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 712 711: A Similar Wenliang

A dilapidated temple, a dry well...

Solidifying slowly from the void, the fluctuations carried the breath of the years and the vicissitudes of ti.

Tiger Land!

Of course, this was not the real Tiger Land, but rely an entrance.

According to Zhang Ziyu's account, he had entered the dry well nurous tis. There, the Inner Great World manifested, containing the true inheritance of the Sword Immortal. It also held many incomprehensible patterns and ancient texts, among other things.

"It's here," Zhang Ziyu said, excited. "Look, I really didn't lie to anyone..."

He could not hide his emotions.

So many years had passed. Whenever he ntioned this matter, no one in the lands of Huangzhou believed him. Not even his own family, who scoffed at him.

Now, that dry well had finally materialized.

He hadn't lied.

It was real.

All the mbers of the Zhang Family were struck dumb. They gazed at the dilapidated temple and the dry well, feeling the pulsations emanating from within. It was as if they were glimpsing that bygone era.

There was a figure, not particularly tall.

He stood quietly before the dilapidated temple, not uttering a word. He wore plain clothes, his face resolute and his cheeks chiseled, exuding an awe-inspiring authority without anger.

His bright eyes were particularly piercing.

Simply standing there, he was like a God from the Nine Heavens, imposing an invisible oppression.

It was as if the whole world trembled, and all beings in the mortal realm were ready to bow before him.

CRACK!

So could not withstand such pressure and knelt on the spot.

Even many cultivators trembled, their faces pale with fear...

Everyone was breathless.

At that mont, Chen Pingping returned.

The not-so-tall figure suddenly looked toward him. The worlds in his eyes collapsed thunderously, resonating with the vault of heaven. In an instant, his dignified gaze turned weary.

"Ancestor!" Chen Pingping shouted. For so reason, as the words left his mouth, his nose felt sore, and he wanted to cry...

He knew who this person was.

The ruler of the Immortal Dynasty, Wenliang.

The father of Wen Yuqing.

He was that commoner youth who had established an Immortal Dynasty and nearly united the Human Clan, a powerful existence who, in a certain era, had co close to Slaying Gods.

Countless rumors about him flowed through ti, but as the years went by, civilization's fla was snuffed out by nurous periods of darkness and turbulence...

To this day, the legendary stories recorded about Wenliang in the mortal world had beco terrifyingly scarce.

Yet even so, if anyone turned the first page of historical records and learned a little about Wenliang's past, they were indescribably moved.

He was not a Sword Immortal, not a naturally born spiritual creature, and had not experienced the blessings of the Era of Creation.

He was not a Human Emperor either. He lacked the protection of the Human Clan's Divine Soul, nor did he have the support of nurous Human Emperor descendants or those powerful Protectors.

When he erged from the mountains, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy.

Clothed in tattered garnts, disheveled hair draped across his shoulders, his body was skinny, even his feet bare...

The boy's eyes were clear, filled with curiosity about the world.

He was rely an ordinary person.

Even so records suggested that Wenliang had no talent for cultivation.

But who knew that this boy, who left the mountains, would defy the heavens and almost overturn the great situation across the Heavens.

"Ancestor!" Chen Pingping called out again. He was unable to control himself as he stepped toward the mountains...

In that mont, Chen Pingping rembered his master's wistful expression.

She must be missing him, right?

Of course, what profoundly resonated with Chen Pingping was not rely Wen Yuqing's empathy. It was also because he had heard countless stories about Wenliang.

This powerful man had already been deeply imprinted in the depths of his heart.

And unwittingly... he had been following the path Wenliang once trod.

The only difference was that Wenliang established the Immortal Dynasty. He wished to forge a powerful Divine Weapon with Fate Energy, hoping to use the fire of the entire Human Clan to burn through the Heavens.

His plans were grandiose.

In contrast, Chen Pingping, guarding just a Wuji Sect, was truly pitifully weak.

"Senior? Can you hear speaking?" Chen Pingping asked for the third ti. He had already reached the foot of the mountain...

The dilapidated temple and the dry well were suspended in silence.

So was the figure of Wenliang.

However, the figure that appeared conscious was, in fact, very murky. Not only that, but there was not a trace of life in his entire form, just a wisp of dust that would scatter with a breath of wind.

"Kid, don't co any closer," Blackhead Duck said, walking out. "That is not Wenliang."

Chen Pingping was silent.

"The great war of the dynasty back then was tragic," Blackhead Duck explained. "The entire dynasty was destroyed; all lives of the Human Clan turned to dust. Wenliang fought until he was depleted, burning both his Physical Strength and The Power of Divine Soul. He passed away long ago and could not possibly co back to life. Not even a strand of his lingering will could exist."

After the collapse of the dynasty, Wenliang fell.

The Big Shots above the Heavens, with their Divine Skills, simulated all traces of Wenliang's existence in the world. They then initiated the dark turmoil to strangle those traces.

It was also the most catastrophic massacre in the history of the Human Clan.

Later, it was heard that they had touched sothing. Those Big Shots then fled in panic, never daring to enter the Nine Heavens again.

"He is dead," Blackhead Duck sighed. "It's just Essence Qi taking shape. That strand of Essence Qi is imitating Lord Wenliang."

It was always heartless. Even when it dug up ancestral tombs, it was extrely arrogant, loudly claiming, "I am not a Tomb Robber; I am just a mover of ancient items for others."

It also had a classic saying: "Don't ss with , or your family's ancestral tomb won't be safe."

However, when it ca to Wenliang, Blackhead Duck was exceptionally solemn and serious. It never robbed the tombs of the dynasty's generals, ministers, or various feudal lords.

It seed that deep in its heart, there was also a faith invisible to ordinary people.

BANG!

Blackhead Duck took action directly. It released Secret Power, using it as a carrier to form a heaven-and-earth net, suppressing the dilapidated temple and the dry well here.

"You have only an hour," it howled. "Quick..."

The Earth Chicken looked disdainful not far away.

She suspected the duck was lying. They definitely had more than an hour; the duck simply didn't want to exert itself.

"Ping, let's go in together," Zhang Ziyu called out.

"Wait a bit more!" Chen Pingping said, his eyes wide. His heart had cald considerably, and he recalled the tiger's roar he had heard when he t Li Chaoge.

ROAR!

As expected...

His judgnt was correct.

The Essence Qi that took the form of Wenliang roared the next mont, his eyes bloodshot, appearing extrely fierce.

He transford into a tiger's body, eager to break out of here.

But Blackhead Duck's Secret Power was the nesis of these kinds of beings. With it suppressing the Essence Qi, no matter how powerful this strand was, it could not break free.

Seeing this scene, everyone was moved.

At this mont, Chen Pingping no longer hesitated. He glanced at Zhang Ziyu, who understood. They both stepped into the mountain, heading towards the dilapidated temple.

ROAR!

The huge tiger body roared again, the mighty Power Path spreading along the ground.

Within just a few breaths, the area was riddled with dense cracks, and what was more, that terrifying power was still spreading.

However, strangely, two minutes later, the previously fierce Essence Qi being quieted down instantly.

The entire world fell silent, except for a "YIYA, YIYA!" sound. Although not loud, it was extrely penetrating, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

The Essence Qi being naturally heard it too. Its fierce state dissipated involuntarily, and even... it showed fear at that mont and started to run.

Everyone: "..."

"Small problem!" Earth Chicken said contemptuously. "You guys continue!"

Dammit!

Blackhead Duck felt chills down its spine, feeling its status dropping continuously. It was, after all, a Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse!