Chapter 1469: Chapter 1496: The Backfiring Racial Grudge! Chapter 1469: Chapter 1496: The Backfiring Racial Grudge! As the Ice Phoenix emerged, a thousand miles were cloaked in snow.

Hearing these words, the first thing that came to Yang Zhen’s mind was the Ice Phoenix within Han Yan’er’s body.

Could it be that the creature was not a phoenix but rather an ice phoenix? Could that mean that Han Yan’er was the reincarnated ancestor the divine and demonic descendants were seeking?

An ancestor of the board-board level?

Seeing Yang Zhen’s gaze, Lou Woli’s face flashed a strange expression and asked, “Why does young friend Yang have such an expression?”

Yang Zhen was taken aback, turned to Lou Woli and asked, “You don’t know the characteristics of your ancestor’s body, but do you know how to activate the Ice Phoenix bloodline within her?”

Lou Woli’s face passed a flash of excitement, his gaze burning as he looked at Han Yan’er and nodded vigorously, saying, “I know, of course, I know.”

Under Lou Woli’s gaze, Han Yan’er shuddered, nervously looking at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen held Han Yan’er’s hand, giving her a reassuring look, then turned to Lou Woli and said, “If that’s the case, then please try it on the young Dao Chi.”

Hearing these words, Lou Woli and the others immediately showed excited expressions. Although a bit bewildered, there was not a single fool present; they naturally knew what Yang Zhen meant.

However, Lou Woli’s face showed a bit of difficulty, and only after a long time did he speak, “Although we know of this method, we’re unable to do it now.”

“Why?”

Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Lou Woli glanced at the huge altar behind him and said, “Inside this altar resides a trace of divine and demonic aura. Under the will of the divine and demonic, the ancestral War God Bloodline will be activated. Otherwise, we… are helpless.”

Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time, his heart became extremely complicated.

If Han Yan’er belonged to the divine and demonic descendants, then things were about to get lively.

In any case, Han Yan’er must not be harmed.

At this moment, a blood-red cloud suddenly emitted a rending scream in the sky, with a small red figure soaring into the sky from the clouds and vanishing between heaven and earth.

“Not good!”

Lou Woli’s complexion changed drastically as he stared at the disappearing red figure in the sky and exclaimed, “Blood Crow!”

What was a Blood Crow?

Yang Zhen curiously asked, “Does this creature have a connection with the Witch Scale Clan?”

Lou Woli replied gravely, “Exactly. The Blood Crow is the eyes and ears of the Witch Scale Clan. There’s nowhere in this world that the Blood Crows cannot reach. Wherever there’s a Blood Crow, there’s nothing the Witch Scale Clan does not know. The Witch Scale Clan will be arriving soon; we do not have much time. Young friend Yang, please follow me!”

With that, Lou Woli didn’t wait for Yang Zhen to respond and turned to leave, his pace hurried as if there would be no chance if they were late.

Yang Zhen exchanged a glance with both the Golden Eagle Emperor and Emperor Aotian and had no choice but to follow Lou Woli and the others, firstly to see what exactly was inside the altar.

The immensity of the altar far exceeded Yang Zhen’s imagination. Only upon entering it did Yang Zhen truly appreciate the gargantuan scale of the Divine Demonic Altar.

A single grain of sand was the size of a person, and this altar, just one of its square bricks, was made up of countless such grains of sand.

Without the Divine Powers of a god or devil, it would be impossible to create such a terrifying altar.

The Witch Scale Clan would soon arrive; although Yang Zhen was not afraid of any curses from the Witch Scale Clan, he also did not want them to disturb Han Yan’er. If their methods were as strange as rumored, it would indeed be a troublesome matter.

Yang Zhen was not afraid, but that did not mean the Witch Scale Clan couldn’t pose a threat to Han Yan’er and the others.

Entering the altar, Lou Woli’s expression relaxed slightly as he said to Yang Zhen, “Young friend Yang need not worry any longer. Within the Divine Demonic Altar, any creature’s divine perception can be shielded, even the laws of heaven and earth cannot control the myriad changes within.”

Yang Zhen inhaled sharply. Upon entering, he could naturally feel the miraculous nature of this place.

At this moment, Xue’er, who had been walking behind Lou Woli without speaking, suddenly moved to the front of the crowd, brought her hands together in respect, and said some words. The entire altar suddenly seemed to be activated by some kind of power and began to transform tumultuously.

An expression of surprise appeared on Yang Zhen’s face; these changes were in harmony with the heavenly dao, and yet there were great differences.

Under the numerology of heaven and earth, no Ksitigarbha Skill could escape Yang Zhen’s discernment. However, the changes in this altar gave him a sense of dizziness.

Seemingly noticing the change on Yang Zhen’s face, Lou Woli chuckled and said, “Young friend Yang need not bother himself. The myriad changes of the Divine Demonic Altar can only be activated by divine demons and their War Gods, and in this world, apart from us, no other creature can understand its changes.”

Yang Zhen smirked and replied, “If someone can understand it, then it’s not something that can’t be understood. How do you know this Sao Saint cannot understand it?”

Lou Woli burst into laughter and said, “I am quite confident in this regard. Without a special method of perception, it is impossible to comprehend these changes. This kind of special perception is the power of bloodlines, even we cannot impart it to others.”

Yang Zhen suddenly realized, no wonder this old coot wore an air of certitude.

Truth be told, even with Yang Zhen’s current level of proficiency in the Ksitigarbha Skill, understanding these changes was not a matter of a day or two.

As time passed, Yang Zhen started to lose interest — not that he had given up, but now was not the time to delve deeply into this contraption.

Seeing Yang Zhen finally give up, Lou Woli burst into laughter and said, “This is no fault of young friend Yang. In fact, your talent is something I have rarely seen in my lifetime, but alas, without our clan’s bloodline, it’s impossible to comprehend the changes of the Divine Demonic Altar, and there’s nothing regrettable about that.”

At this juncture, Lou Woli spoke gravely, “That is why I was anxious to lead everyone into the altar. Only by entering the altar do we have a complete strategy to deal with the Witch Scale Clan.”

“The people of the Witch Scale Clan can come in?” Yang Zhen was shocked.

That’s not right. This old man’s words are inconsistent. What’s he up to?

He just said that apart from the descendants of divine demons, no one else could enter the altar. But now he’s talking about having a complete strategy to handle the Witch Scale Clan.

How did the Witch Scale Clan get in?

At that moment, Lou Woli’s face turned somewhat sheepish. After hesitating for a while, he said softly, “For tens of thousands of years, our clan, hiding here and there while suffering from the ancient blood curse, still had many strong men captured by the Witch Scale Clan. In order to acquire the power of the divine demigods, they even… they even made our strong men do… things that outrage gods and men.”

Hearing this, the faces of the divine demon descendants showed anger, but their expressions held a touch of oddness.

Yang Zhen’s eyes nearly popped out upon hearing this.

“They… made your strong men become breeding bulls?”

At Yang Zhen’s words, Xue’er, who was in front of him, shuddered and nearly lost her composure, turning her head to glare at Yang Zhen.

Lou Woli almost choked on his saliva, coughing twice before saying, “In short, among the Witch Scale Clan, there are now those who can practice our Cultivation Methods, so… it is better to be cautious.”

A curious cat sidled up to Yang Zhen and asked, “Kid, what do you mean by breeding bull?”

Yang Zhen kicked it away irritably and said, “Little one, don’t be so nosy.”

“Holy moly!”

The curious cat got angry, pointed at Yang Zhen, and said, “Kid, I could be your ancestor by age; who are you calling a little one? If you don’t tell me what a breeding bull is today, this deity will never let it go!”

Yang Zhen’s face was lined with frustration. Why does he always run into such screwed-up situations!