Chapter 1010: Chapter 1037: Fellow Daoists, Please Stay! (Three Updates) Chapter 1010: Chapter 1037: Fellow Daoists, Please Stay! (Three Updates) Which one is the real world?

Or rather, are both worlds fictitious?

Yang Zhen stood before a Heaven and Earth True Pattern that was so damaged it was indiscernible, his face full of hesitation.

If the iceberg was fake, was the old woman also fake?

Yet, the silhouette of that old woman still lingered in Yang Zhen’s mind, unable to be dispelled. That bizarre posture, like someone chiseling at an iceberg, left one stunned and sent shivers down the spine.

With Yang Zhen’s current level of cultivation, how was this Illusion Domain formed that he couldn’t even discern?

Could it be these Heaven and Earth True Patterns before him?

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and calmed his mind and blood. Only then did he open his eyes and take another look at these Heaven and Earth True Patterns.

These Heaven and Earth True Patterns were not innately formed but were acquired later. Upon this endless scorched earth, there had either been an earth-shattering war, or a catastrophic disaster had occurred.

When Yang Zhen found traces of human intervention amongst the ruins, his mind reeled in shock, his face filled with horror.

These traces were all created by the black apocalyptic thunder, and the Heaven and Earth True Patterns before him were like marks left by numerous practitioners of the Saint Realm.

Yang Zhen could imagine the earth-shattering battle that must have occurred here in the past, where the world was destroyed, the sun and moon darkened, and all living things died, even stripping the surrounding area of life.

Humm–!

A light burst forth from the endless scorched earth, enveloping Yang Zhen entirely.

The sudden change startled Yang Zhen, causing him to literally jump up and rush towards the distance.

What kind of joke was this? In an environment where all was dead, a sudden burst of light appeared–who knew if it was something life-threatening?

Just as Yang Zhen leaped into the air, dodging to the side, those fragmented Heaven and Earth True Patterns in midair suddenly all flashed with light. Driven by the first light that had appeared, they swiftly surged towards Yang Zhen.

“Damn!”

The most Yang Zhen could do in resistance was to open his mouth and curse.

The terrifying Heaven and Earth True Patterns all burrowed into Yang Zhen’s mind. The endless torrent of information nearly burst his brain. His face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat dripped onto the ground, soon soaking a large area.

Lying on the ground, quivering, it took Yang Zhen a long while to breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up with a strange expression and muttered to himself, “Could this be a blessing in disguise?”

Among these chaotic Heaven and Earth True Patterns, there was actually a source of the Heaven and Earth True Patterns hidden.

Genjin True Pattern, Heavenly Que Pattern, Desolate Heavenly True Pattern–Yang Zhen’s three major sources of Heaven and Earth True Patterns inside his body shone brightly, reflecting off each other. Along with the newly entered Heavenly Void True Pattern, his sea of consciousness was completely divided.

Web-like Heaven and Earth Rune Patterns filled Yang Zhen’s sea of consciousness, the sensation of being packed full made Yang Zhen feel like belching.

Who knows why it was belching!

Afterwards, Yang Zhen refined the Heaven and Earth True Patterns while staggeringly walking on the scorched earth. He walked for a long time, and after not finding anything else, as if a century had passed, he suddenly discovered a spot on the scorched earth that had a different aura.

It was a spot of light, shining brightly amid the endless scorched earth, capturing one’s gaze.

“Finally found you!” Yang Zhen grinned, this side of the world, after all, was the exiled side, not the main body of heaven and earth, nor the main realm.

Since it was not the main realm, there was a boundary of heaven and earth. Yang Zhen was looking for this boundary.

Standing on the boundary, Yang Zhen closed his eyes and immersed his mind in it, feeling the aura of heaven and earth that engulfed one deeply.

However, Yang Zhen’s way, after all, was not the Heaven and Earth Great Daoist, nor one of the myriad lesser paths. His way, steadfast to his heart, probably only he could make his own heart waver.

Hum–!

A humming sound came, and Yang Zhen’s body disappeared among heaven and earth, the endless scorched earth undergoing a tremendous transformation once more, only this time, it had nothing to do with Yang Zhen.

That feeling of consciousness dispersing again, a pained expression flashed across Yang Zhen’s face as he rolled his eyes back before recovering, and he was taken aback once again.

“Damn, really, haven’t I gotten out yet?”

Seeing the charred land around him, Yang Zhen really felt like cursing.

However, a moment later, Yang Zhen grinned.

This land, it had a familiar feeling, obviously it had been scorched not long ago. Although he still couldn’t sense any life, Yang Zhen was certain that this place was definitely the world of cultivation.

“The Sao Saint is back!”

Yang Zhen squatted on the ground, touching the soil of the cultivation world, somehow feeling an emotional connection, much more so than in that desolate Exiled World.

But at the moment, his grandmother’s words still lingered in his head. What did she mean by ‘awakening in death’?

Yang Zhen had never died, so how could there be talk of awakening?

Could it be that the old lady was just crazy, talking to herself, not really speaking to him?

Things he did not understand, Yang Zhen did not brood over–this had always been his style. After a brief hesitation, he tossed the matter aside.

The scorched earth in front of him looked devoid of any vitality, completely different from when he had been here before. It was nearly burnt to nothing.

Where had everyone else gone?

Yang Zhen feared that he had really stayed in the Exiled World for a century, so he hurriedly walked outside, continuously amazed along the way.

After the vortex appeared, there seemed to be a Heaven and Earth ban formed here. No wonder people had left; at this time, whether it was getting in or getting out, Yang Zhen was almost disgraced by the Heaven and Earth ban, nearly losing his dignity.

When Yang Zhen finally climbed gray and dirty over a hilltop, under the shining sunlight, he almost kissed the mud on the ground happily.

The fragrant smell–floral and herbal alike, the chirping of insects and birds, even the birds in the sky felt familiar.

Yang Zhen pursed his lips, thinking how the Damn Cat really wasn’t brotherly enough. He had been sucked into the vortex, yet that bastard didn’t wait for him but took the little fool and the little daoist and ran away.

Thus, Yang Zhen walked for two days before he finally encountered a few practitioners. He hurriedly caught up with them, calling out, “Fellow Practitioners, please wait!”

Up ahead, there were five people total–three men and two women, all young talents with cultivations around the Celestial Phase Ninth Heavenly Layer, especially one young woman. The fluctuation of her aura was stronger than a complete Celestial Phase, seemingly about to enter the Half-step Great Saint Realm.

Yang Zhen looked at the five people in front of him with a curious expression, his eyes full of bewilderment. Seeing everyone turn back, he murmured, “Damn, how long was this Sao Saint stuck inside? Everyone’s become this monstrous?”

“Tsk, another Rogue Practitioner trying to fish in troubled waters,” a young man said disdainfully, glancing toward Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen showed a naive smile and scratched his head saying, “I just want to ask what year it is now. Has the era of the Great Desolation ended?”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, the group of five was stunned, looking at him dumbfoundedly, they asked, “Are you a disciple of the Great Desolation heritage?”

Yang Zhen grinned and said, “Yes, yes, I remember it was a sunny morning, I was taking shelter from the rain in a broken temple on the back mountain, accidentally fell asleep, and then was caught by the Black Mountain Ancestor and taken to the Lanruo Temple. If not for Little Qian risking her life to save me, I might have died. But still… I was poisoned by the Black Mountain Ancestor and slept deeply, never thinking I’d sleep until now, just crawled out from underground.”

Everyone: “…”

“By the way, where are you all heading? Could you possibly take me along?” Yang Zhen sincerely asked the bewildered group of five, “Don’t worry, I am capable!”