When Hei Feng was still in Body Tempering Stage Level One, he once slipped and fell into a cave that was dozens of meters deep. There was no light in the cave and it was pitch black. It was narrow and airtight.
That time, he stayed in the cave for five days before he was rescued.
A short five days felt as long as five years to him. Since then, he had suffered from claustrophobia. In any small and enclosed space, the fear in his heart would surge like a tidal wave. Without any explanation, it would drown him, causing him to be unable to breathe.
This illness had always been with him. Even when he reached the peak of the True God Realm, it did not get better.
However, at this moment, he returned to the same place and was once again in that claustrophobic cave.
The surroundings were silent and all sounds disappeared. He was like a blind and deaf person who was swallowed by the thick darkness.
Cold sweat drenched his clothes. Gradually, he heard strange sounds coming from No.1 High School.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump.
Along with this sound, there was also a rustling sound. It was as if there were countless poisonous snakes slithering around his feet and sticking out their tongues. They could bite him at any time.
Hei Feng felt that he could not breathe. It was as if he was going to suffocate in the next moment.
He knew very well what that sound was. It was just the sound of his heartbeat and blood flow. However, he was inexplicably terrified.
"If I want your life now, it will be as easy as lifting a finger!" A voice suddenly came from the darkness.
Hei Feng heard it clearly and his thoughts instantly retreated.
He finally remembered that he was already at the peak of the True God Realm and the Hall Master of the Corpse Hall. He was asking for advice from Yang Xuan.
The darkness retreated like a tide and a weak light came into his eyes again.
The Azure Sky Saint, who was dressed in white, was looking at him calmly.
After a while, Hei Feng bowed to the ground.
"Do you understand?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Yes!" Hei Feng answered.
"Goodbye!" Yang Xuan said the last two words and turned around.
Behind Yang Xuan, Heifeng was still bent over. Even after Yang Xuan had left for a long time, he still did not raise his head.
After exiting the Corpse Hall, Number Five and Number Six were still standing beside the origin car. Seeing Yang Xuan come out, they let out an almost undetectable sigh of relief.
"Your Highness, the Saint invites you to the Temple," Number Five said respectfully.
"Let's go!" Yang Xuan did not hesitate. He was just about to meet the Saint. He had many questions that he needed the Saint to explain to him.
The origin car began to move and disappeared into the passage in the blink of an eye. The majestic castle was still as solemn and dignified as before, but no one knew that so many things had happened inside.
Under the illumination of the sun, the towering Saint Peak appeared incomparably glorious and dignified.
Yang Xuan walked up the stairs. The huge doors of the Holy Sanctum had already opened silently.
In front of the door, a hundred holy guards stood on both sides, bowing their heads and placing their hands on their chests, giving Yang Xuan the most respectful greeting.
After Yang Xuan entered the Holy Sanctum, the doors behind him closed quietly.
Within the Holy Sanctum, the darkness began to recede. A gentle white light was emitted from a number of spherical objects, illuminating the entire Holy Sanctum.
At the end of the stairs sat an old man in white robes on a large chair. His hair and beard were all white, and he looked kind and amiable.
Zap! Zap!
Zap! The stairs began to move and sink toward the ground. In the span of a few breaths, they were level with the ground.
Another series of mechanical sounds rang out. Less than five meters in front of the giant chair, an object was slowly rising.
It was actually another identical chair.
"Sit!" The white-bearded, kind-looking Saint spoke and pointed at the chair in front of him.
Yang Xuan did not refuse and sat down directly.
"Time passes quickly!" The Saint sighed inexplicably.
"It's not slow at all!" Yang Xuan nodded, having an inexplicable conversation with the Saint.
"When you left the Holy Sanctum alone, you were only a Void God. I didn't expect that in just twenty years, you would have already stepped into the Celestial Being Realm. This old man can't help but sigh. The changes in the world are truly impermanent." The Saint's voice sounded as if he was really sighing.
"I was just lucky," Yang Xuan said lightly.
The Saint nodded and looked at Yang Xuan, saying, "What questions do you have? Ask away."
"Why did you invite me to the Holy Sanctum?" Yang Xuan went straight to the point.
"That old fogey Clairvoyant said that you are the only one who can break through this world. Inviting you to the Sacred Mountain is just my trust in Clairvoyant." The Saint said bluntly, "It is better to form good karma in advance than to make enemies."
"Why did you make me the second Saint and give me the authority to kill?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"You are very important. At that time, Chi Kong's cultivation was higher than yours, and the forces under his command were hundreds of times more than yours. I did this just to protect you," the Saint said again.
Yang Xuan nodded. This was exactly what he had guessed.
After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan asked an important question, "What does it mean to break through this world?"
"Do you know how long I have been a Celestial Being?" The Saint suddenly asked.
"I don't know!" Yang Xuan replied.
"It's been almost three hundred years, but I haven't made any progress so far." The Saint shook his head and seemed to sigh, "Di Lingxiao, Xie Zhengyi, including Xiao Hanyu who was killed by you, which one of them isn't like this? Every one of them is eager to escape this cage every minute and every second."
"Cage? Where to? "Yang Xuan thought for a moment and asked.
"It's a cage. As for where to escape, to be honest, I don't know, but it's better than being trapped here without any hope," the Saint said.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath. Such an answer was no better than no answer.
"Where is the Opening Heaven Scripture in the Holy Mountain?" Yang Xuan changed the topic and asked again.
"In Chi Kong's hands," the Saint replied.
"One last question." Yang Xuan looked at the Saint.
"Ask." The Saint looked directly at Yang Xuan.
"Who are you?" Yang Xuan said word by word.
The Saint was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "My surname is Jin, my name is Jin Zhanzheng."
Jin Zhanzheng?
Lingxiao Palace, Jin Zhanzheng?
Yang Xuan's face was full of shock. He never thought that the so-called Saint was the most outstanding disciple of Lingxiao Palace three hundred years ago, the Martial God's good friend, Jin Zhanzheng.
"You're Jin Zhanzheng? Lingxiao Palace's Jin Zhanzheng? "Yang Xuan could not believe it.
"I am Jin Zhanzheng, but I have nothing to do with Lingxiao Palace," Jin Zhanzheng said indifferently.
"Why?" Yang Xuan was curious.
"That's another story, it has nothing to do with you." Jin Zhanzheng shook his head, his expression unchanged.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan suppressed his surprise, but his gaze was still lingering on Jin Zhanzheng's face.
"Any other questions?" Jin Zhanzheng asked indifferently.
"Where did the Martial God go?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Go to the Weapon Hall, someone is waiting for you there, maybe he can answer your question." Jin Zhanzheng sighed.
Weapon Hall?
Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with doubt. He felt that the composition of the Holy Mountain was strange.
While Yang Xuan was puzzled, Jin Zhanzheng suddenly smiled and said, "Yang Xuan, do you know that the outside world is saying that you are the most powerful person in the world?"
"Really?" Yang Xuan suppressed the doubt in his heart and did not comment.
"You defeated Di Lingxiao, forced Xie Zhengyi to admit defeat on the spot, and killed Xiao Hanyu of the Ice Palace. Now, I am the only one in the four Divine Regions who has not fought with you. Now, outsiders are guessing whether you and I will fight. "Jin Zhanzheng said with a smile.
"Oh? Is there such a rumor? "Yang Xuan still did not comment.
"I won't fight with you!" Jin Zhanzheng shook his head and said, "My cultivation is about the same as Xiao Hanyu's. If I fight with you, I will be asking for trouble."
"Then I will take my leave!" Yang Xuan got up and cupped his hands.
"Let me know when you are leaving. We have waited for too long." Jin Zhanzheng suddenly said.
"Sure!" Yang Xuan nodded and then turned around.
After Yang Xuan left, Saint Servant walked out of the darkness and said, "My Lord, the cultivation of the Azure Sky Saint …?"
"It is unfathomable. I am no match for him." Jin Zhanzheng shook his head and paused. Then he said, "Spread the news that I was defeated by Yang Xuan within three moves."
"This … I am afraid …" Saint Servant was stunned and then hesitated.
"Just spread the news so that the world will not make wild guesses. Then again, I am indeed no match for him." Jin Zhanzheng sighed and seemed to be lamenting.
"But Yang Xuan is only a Saint. If this news spreads, I am afraid it will be …"
"Look at him. He is on the same level as me. How is he a Saint?" Jin Zhanzheng seemed to be smiling bitterly. "Moreover, he now has millions of soldiers and countless True Gods. He is also surrounded by Immortal Sects. The new Demon Lord is also his disciple. He has formed his own sect."
"…" Saint Servant also sighed and nodded helplessly. "Yes, I will spread the news."
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