Chapter 1014: Chapter 1041: Half of the People Want Me to Die Quickly! (Third Update) Chapter 1014: Chapter 1041: Half of the People Want Me to Die Quickly! (Third Update) Yang Zhen wasn’t even sure if he had a syndrome, but seeing the dense crowd covering the mountains made him genuinely feel a tingling on his scalp.

It was overwhelming. Yang Zhen had never seen so many people before. It seemed comparable only to two nations at war. Did those scenes of armies, frequently hundreds of thousands strong, really exist?

Wuting Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles, filled with towering mountains and lush greenery that brimmed with life. Now, under the terrifying fluctuations of aura, it appeared particularly pitiful.

Even the most vibrant mountains couldn’t withstand the violent aura from so many practitioners.

Fortunately, everyone instinctively restrained their aura; otherwise, with so many people unleashing their full power, this place would likely become scorched earth in an instant.

Although there were many people on Wuting Mountain, as Qi Yunling had said, they were divided into several large factions.

In any gathering, rogue practitioners were always the most numerous. They crowded around the major factions, their faces filled with reverence and curiosity.

Yang Zhen and the others were in midair, which gave them a clear view of the major factions, especially Yang Zhen, who took one look and essentially saw through the basic structure of the factions.

Qi Yunling pointed toward the farthest and largest group, saying, “Over there is the scope of Tianle Holy Land’s power. They are indeed one of the most powerful sacred lands in the Central Court. So many people have come; it’s said that they have over a dozen Half-step Great Saints alone.”

Yang Zhen had an expression of realization. No wonder those people looked somewhat familiar; they were from Tianle Holy Land.

The initial impression Tianle Holy Land gave Yang Zhen was one of extreme arrogance, as if they looked down on everyone. Initially, Yang Zhen thought it was just a few disciples, but seeing the camp stirring up a storm, it was clear the general demeanor of Tianle Holy Land was just so.

Bertai had been watching Yang Zhen’s expressions. Seeing that Yang Zhen just slightly froze upon seeing Tianle Holy Land, and then showed a look of surprise, muttered something under his breath.

A flicker of curiosity crossed Qi Yunling’s face as she asked, “Iron Bull, have you heard of Tianle Holy Land?”

Yang Zhen paused, took a moment to remember he was now called Yang Tieniu, and then nodded, “I’ve heard of them, but not very familiar. I’ve heard people say that everyone in Tianle Holy Land looks down their noses, very arrogant, not very likable.”

Qi Yunling was taken aback then burst into a light laugh, saying, “Iron Bull, you are truly witty. That’s quite an apt description of the people from Tianle Holy Land. It’s said that Tianle Holy Land’s heritage is extremely ancient and powerful. Even other sacred lands in the Central Court give them some deference.”

Yang Zhen curiously looked at Qi Yunling and asked, “Does Aurora Sanctuary also give them face?”

Bertai snorted coldly, just about to speak when Qi Yunling nodded, “A guest from afar; after all, we are a tradition of East State, it’s only right to give some deference.”

Look at that, that’s how one should not be humble nor haughty, much stronger than Bertai, this straightforward young man.

East State was the name during the Great Desolation era of the East Sea. At that time, the East Sea continent was just a state in the Great Desolation world, which shows how vast the universe was then.

With a curious expression, Yang Zhen looked toward a somewhat gloomy camp not far from Tianle Holy Land and asked, “Who are those people?”

Bertai’s face showed a hint of mockery as he said, “Iron Bull, you really have been secluding yourself in the deep mountains. Have you never even heard of Black Lotus Sanctuary?”

Black Lotus Sanctuary?

How black?

Yang Zhen looked curiously towards Qi Yunling.

Qi Yunling explained with a smile, “The descendants of Black Lotus Sanctuary have always been few, but that does not mean their heritage is lesser than others. On the contrary, the Black Lotus heritage has always been mysterious and powerful. Anyone chosen by Black Lotus Sanctuary is among the dragons and phoenixes of men, almost certainly prospects who will break through to the Saint Realm.”

Certain to break through to the Saint Realm?

Yang Zhen was startled. The heritage of the Great Desolation era was indeed wild. Was there actually someone who dared claim that their disciples would inevitably become Saints?

Black Lotus Sanctuary, Yang Zhen had never heard of it before; it must be a power that had recently emerged.

No wonder there was a vague trend of opposition between Black Lotus Sanctuary and Tianle Holy Land, it was a case of mutual rivalry, none willing to yield.

Qi Yunling sighed and said, “When we came here, the Saint Master had told us that the powers in the Central Court were exceptionally complex. Today it might be a well-known clan, and tomorrow it could be history. Under such constant changes, those who survive are almost always those with ancient legacies.”

Yang Zhen nodded, agreeing completely with this point; who could withstand such chaos, where one might fall into a sleep lasting for ten thousand years?

Without a certain foundation, some people and powers almost just faded away while sleeping.

Yang Zhen was a bit puzzled, though, as to why among so many hidden legacies, he had never encountered someone who was still asleep?

It seemed that he should pay more attention to this matter in the future. If he could witness someone still in slumber after tens of thousands of years, that would undoubtedly be a very interesting affair.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose on Wuting Mountain. A group of oddly-dressed practitioners in red robes descended from midair and settled quietly next to Black Lotus Sanctuary.

In no time, nearly everyone’s gaze was fixed on these red-clothed individuals.

Yang Zhen was somewhat shocked to see that among these red-clothed people, almost half were Half-step Great Saints, numbering around twenty.

“Such a powerful aura, who are these people?” Yang Zhen blurted out without thinking.

The expressions on the faces of Qi Yunling and the others turned sour, and after a moment’s hesitation, they replied, “People from Coral Island in the East Sea.”

The East Sea’s Coral Island?

Yang Zhen was taken aback. Was there such an island in the East Sea?

He was familiar with Turtle Serpent Island and Donglin Island, but he had never heard of a place called Coral Island. It sounded harmless enough, but the aura emanating from these individuals was somewhat sinister.

They landed on the ground like evil spirits from the Nine Nether Purgatory, and almost everyone formed a terrifying vital force field, beginning to plunder the Heaven and Earth Qi around them.

What kind of cultivation method was this, so bizarre and domineering?

If it had been just one or two people, that might have been bearable, but with over thirty individuals, all emitting such a terrifying vital force field, the expressions on the faces of the surrounding people almost all changed.

Yang Zhen looked on in amazement, thinking that this was a competition of arrogance. If this went on, in less than half an hour, even before the Reincarnation Clock appeared, these powers would likely come to blows.

Seeing the troubled expressions on the faces of Qi Yunling and others, Yang Zhen asked curiously, “Do you have grudges against them?”

“More than just grudges!” Bo Tai’s face flickered with hatred as he gritted his teeth and said, “For numerous years, the people of Coral Island have been prime targets to eliminate for Aurora Sanctuary.”

“That severe?” Yang Zhen jumped in surprise and said, “But with so many Half-step Great Saints, are you still going to confront them?”

Qi Yunling smiled and replied, “As the master’s orders dictate, friend Iron Bull, it seems our fate together ends here. For your own safety, you better leave.”

Yang Zhen was startled and looked at Qi Yunling in surprise, then laughed heartily and said, “I don’t like that kind of talk, you think fate just ends like that? Maybe they’ll give me some face and not make things difficult for you.”

Bo Tai, hearing this, laughed in extreme anger, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, “You really don’t know what’s good for you. Those are all Half-step Great Saints; if you continue to follow us, you probably won’t even know how you die.”

Yang Zhen smirked and said, “You might not believe it if I tell it, but out of the tens of thousands of people here, probably half of them are eagerly hoping I’ll drop dead soon!”

“Wha… what?” A flicker of astonishment crossed Qi Yunling’s face, clearly not understanding the meaning of Yang Zhen’s words.