Chapter 947: Chapter 974 Dreams Should Still Be Pursued! (Part 1) Chapter 947: Chapter 974 Dreams Should Still Be Pursued! (Part 1) Hearing the name White Cloud Mountain, Yang Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, and the bad premonition finally became reality.

When Yang Zhen had been cultivating at White Cloud Mountain, he hadn’t known that it was a land of the Nine Dragons. It was only after obtaining the Heavenly Book’s Mysterious Reasoning Chapter that he suddenly discovered the significance of the Nine Dragons at White Cloud Mountain. By then, he was no longer at White Cloud Mountain.

The Nine Dragons formation was known amongst the earth’s treasures as the Nine Dragons Vaulting the Heavens arrangement, an excellent gatherer of the Heaven and Earth Qi. Now, Yang Zhen still hadn’t made use of the Nine Dragons’ formation and it had already been damaged by the creation of heavens and earth in the Great Boundary, of course, judging from the current situation, the land of the Nine Dragons hadn’t been completely destroyed, otherwise, the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin wouldn’t have ended up in this place.

What made Yang Zhen feel like cursing was that in his good intention to help this guy named Yuan Xiu Zhu, this bastard could have fallen anywhere but just had to fall at White Cloud Mountain.

Yang Zhen could imagine that by now, White Cloud Mountain must have been surrounded by countless practitioners.

With old Sect Master Lu Chenghui and Senior Sister being only at the Divine Transformation Stage, they could surely imagine how difficult it must feel to face such a situation.

Especially now, even the Great Nether Dynasty had sent people over. That’s a power that readily dispatches Half-step Great Saints; with them around, thousands of practitioners had no hope whatsoever of inheriting the legacy within the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

Moreover, it seemed as though the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin only contained the legacy of the Heavenly Book’s Attacking Life Chapter, which Yang Zhen had already obtained. If the people from the Great Nether Dynasty made the trip for nothing and took their anger out on White Cloud Mountain, half of White Cloud Mountain simply couldn’t withstand the antics of these Half-step Great Saints.

Seemingly noticing the strange expression on Yang Zhen’s face, the practitioner exclaimed in surprise, “Fellow Daoist, why do you look so unwell? Could it be that you have some connection to White Cloud Mountain?”

It must be said that even though the practitioner in front of him was spouting nonsense and not a single word could be trusted, he was quite perceptive. Not many could read something from Yang Zhen’s expression. Yang Zhen couldn’t help but take another look at the practitioner, smiling with a grimace, “I am but a rogue practitioner, how could I have any relation to White Cloud Mountain? It’s just that now we know the exact location where the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin has fallen. Wouldn’t those Half-step Great Saints have already taken it into their possession, leaving us with no part in it?”

Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present felt a chill and looked visibly disturbed.

Indeed, now that they knew the location of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, if the Great Nether Dynasty sent just a couple of Half-step Great Saints, who would dare to covet it under their watch?

Seeing the pained expressions on the faces of many practitioners, the practitioner suddenly burst into loud laughter, “You all are unaware, it is said that inside the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin might be a Great Saint, a true Saint Realm powerhouse. Such a mighty existence, how could their legacy be so easily obtained by others?”

Hearing the practitioner’s words, Yang Zhen’s heart stirred, and upon careful consideration, it indeed made sense–if the legacy could be acquired that easily, then it wouldn’t be a Saint Realm powerhouse’s.

Others’ faces lit up with excitement, and they eagerly said, “Fellow Daoist, now that we’ve confirmed you indeed know some inside information, why not tell us what’s so special about the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin? Why can’t even the Half-step Great Saints of the Great Nether Dynasty obtain its legacy in such a short time?”

Upon hearing everyone’s question, the practitioner’s face showed a hint of satisfaction. After pondering for a moment, he spoke solemnly, “Now, this is another secret. Once it is told, you must not casually spread it; otherwise, offending the Great Nether Dynasty, not even backing from a great sect can save your lives. You should be well aware of this.”

The other practitioners nodded hastily. Yang Zhen exchanged a glance with Han Yan’er, and they too nodded repeatedly, looking as if they would never divulge the secret.

Han Yan’er watched the two of them put on an act from behind and was speechless. However, she also understood that if they wanted to figure out what happened at White Cloud Mountain before heading there, they really had to rely on this seemingly unreliable fellow in front of them.

Seeing everyone’s eager expressions, the practitioner began, “The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin indeed fell on White Cloud Mountain, but countless prohibitions suddenly appeared around it. My master, along with his third cousin joined with the powers of the Great Nether Dynasty to investigate. These prohibitions are the work of a Great Saint. It’s not just others who are unable; even the Half-step Great Saints, after painstakingly trying to decipher them for two days, failed to break through. Thus, as of now, no one can approach the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.”

Hearing this, Yang Zhen’s heart finally settled. He stood up, smiling, “So that seems normal, meaning that the legacy of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, in the end, is meant for someone with destiny. It is not about whoever has higher cultivation or who is stronger. It’s not something that can be easily obtained, is it?”

Everyone cheered, clearly enjoying what Yang Zhen had said.

The practitioner curled his lip and glanced at Yang Zhen, saying, “Though that may be the case, those who are fated come in all levels of strength and weakness. If even the Great Nether Dynasty’s forbidden areas are inaccessible to us, how can we ordinary cultivators casually enter?”

Upon hearing these words, the cheers of the crowd around them came to an abrupt halt. After exchanging glances, a bitter expression appeared on everyone’s faces.

Yang Zhen walked up to the practitioner, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Fellow Daoist, one must still dream, for what if, by some chance, it comes true one day? Besides, the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin is just lying there; nobody can enter it at present, so everyone has an equal chance. Without giving it a try, how can you know whether you’re the fated one or not?”

Having said this, Yang Zhen surreptitiously sized up the crowd’s reaction and noticed their breathing grew hurried–obviously, they were bewitched by his words.

At this point, it wasn’t a question of numbers being able to solve the issue, yet the more people there were, the safer Shangyuan Sect became. Where there were people, there was jianghu, and with jianghu came conflicts. Should anyone clash with the people of the Great Nether Dynasty, it would only make Shangyuan Sect even safer.

Seeing the crowd’s eager faces, Yang Zhen spoke with a somber look, “Since the treasure is meant for the one with fate, perhaps that person is among us. I’ve decided to give it a try. If we cultivators don’t have dreams and the courage to take a chance, what’s the difference between us and salted fish?”

At those words, the crowd shuddered and all looked at Yang Zhen with serious faces.

“What’s a salted fish?”

Someone suddenly asked out of the blue, prompting everyone to instinctively turn their gaze towards Yang Zhen.

Just as Yang Zhen was about to explain, a disdainful cat interjected, saying, “It’s a type of dried fish that has no ambition and will never harbor any ambition. Your humble presence believes that Yang Xiaozi is right. I also plan to give it a shot; perhaps the fated one is none other than me. As for you all, do as you will.”

With that, the disdainful cat walked away with an air of indifference, not even giving Yang Zhen a glance, swaggering off.

Yang Zhen gave the cat an approving look and hurriedly followed after, also leaving the crowd.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd came to a realization and snorted coldly, “Gentlemen, even a mere demon cat shows more aspiration than us. I can’t watch this any longer. I have decided that a part of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin is mine. As for whether you go or not, that’s your concern.”

“Eh, by the way you put it, friend, it seems as though we’re cowards without the courage to act. I just can’t accept that. The Great Nether Dynasty might be a major power, but are they all chosen by destiny?”

“That’s right, we should see how we stack up against the Great Nether Dynasty and find out who the truly fated ones are.”

“I’ll head back to my sect immediately to report this matter.”

“Count me in, too. I must reach the vicinity of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin before the Great Nether Dynasty, no, even before that demon cat just now. Otherwise, if I can’t even compare to a demon cat, we cultivators will have lost all our face.”

A group of people, brimming with masculinity and high spirits, advanced towards White Cloud Mountain, cursing the Great Nether Dynasty as worthless dogs along the way. Soon, rumors began to circulate around White Cloud Mountain, claiming a group of people were out to trouble the Great Nether Dynasty.

After leaving the crowd, Yang Zhen and the disdainful cat promptly headed for White Cloud Mountain but deliberately avoided the area where the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin was.

“Kid, aren’t you going to take a look at the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?” The cat asked curiously. “With Yuan Xizhu’s character, surely he wouldn’t leave just a Heavenly Book as his entire legacy, would he?”

Yang Zhen, startled, asked in surprise, “What do you mean?”