Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes-Chapter 913 - 939 Im Just Too Kind (Four updates)

Chapter 913: Chapter 939: I’m Just Too Kind! (Four updates)

Chapter 913: Chapter 939: I’m Just Too Kind! (Four updates)

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Boom, boom, boom!

Under the endless blast of air, the flying dust made it hard to see the surroundings. Yang Zhen sped towards the bottom of the mountain, falling rapidly, as giant rocks kept being blown over, crashing onto him.

With Yang Zhen’s current physical constitution, these rocks naturally wouldn’t harm him. However, being pelted by so many large rocks, Yang Zhen was somewhat annoyed.

It seemed that the others weren’t faring any better, each one scampering with their heads covered. Despite their sorry states, no one was retreating. It was as if they had all seen a treasure of Heaven and Earth, rushing toward the area.

Yang Zhen was moving too quickly. Already thrown downward at a rapid speed by Chilong’s slap, with the assistance of Celestial Cannon and Sky Crossing Void, he rushed into the cave before others could even react.

There was still some warmth inside the massive cave. Yang Zhen could feel that it was not the temperature of magma. Clearly, Chilong was not a cold-blooded creature, and as long as it wasn’t cold-blooded, it had emotions. Yang Zhen’s gamble paid off.

The benefits Yang Zhen reaped from aiding Chilong this time were enormous, starting with the transformation of the Wilderness Festival.

Yang Zhen had utilized the Wilderness Festival with all his might, not considering the aftereffects it might bring. After all, without doing so, he was a goner. Yet, luckily for him, this time, not only did he avoid bursting apart, but under the mutual grinding pressure with Heaven and Earth’s essence, he formed the purest power, dormant within his body.

Now, Yang Zhen’s cultivation stabilized at the level of the eightfold heavens of the Circulation Phase, soon to genuinely break through to the Celestial Phase.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen no longer needed to suppress his cultivation level; otherwise, even without aftereffects, he would be cursing in frustration.

After entering deep inside the mountain, Yang Zhen was completely stunned.

No wonder Chilong always carried a terrifying aura that made Yang Zhen’s heart tremble. Inside the mountain, he felt a surging wave of air, vast and commanding, instantly giving him the urge to bow in reverence.

Although Yang Zhen had never felt an emperor’s aura before, he could sense this was precisely an emperor’s presence, the aura of the Eastern Desolation Emperor.

Wasn’t the Eastern Desolation Emperor supposed to be in the East Sea? What was he doing here?

Not only did he come, but he also formed an inseparable bond with Chilong, hollowing out a whole mountain to create a place filled with an emperor’s aura.

Yang Zhen pondered, the old rascal Eastern Desolation Emperor definitely had no good intentions. To create such a thing here without guarding it suggested that, eventually, this existence would cause the entire Nether State continent to fight over it, and countless people would die here.

Utterly devious!

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But that was just Yang Zhen’s own speculation. What actually had happened was probably impossible to find out now.

From Chilong’s standpoint, it did not want others to obtain this item but wanted Yang Zhen to have it.

This… How could he have the cheek to accept it?

“Could you not tell this Sao Saint where the thing is? In such a large, pitch-dark place, where am I supposed to look?”

Finally reaching the bottom of the earth with difficulty, Yang Zhen released his Spirit Soul power in an attempt to see what the environment was like, only to change color in his face, nearly jumping up and cursing.

His Spirit Soul power could not be released at all. Besides the emperor’s aura, there was some kind of restriction here, clearly blocking all of Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul power.

However, Yang Zhen promptly thought, that was also good. It would save everyone from releasing their Spirit Soul power at the same time, creating a chaotic mess. How many people would die then?

Yang Zhen sighed, he was too kind-hearted. Since everyone was fighting over this item to the point of breaking heads and spilling blood, then he, the Sao Saint, should take it. After all, they say that saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda; who asked the Sao Saint to be so benevolent?

Muttering to himself while bumping around like a headless fly, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a hint of warmth in his chest, and his eyes lit up.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten about this treasure?

He had always felt that this thing was a curse, but now it seemed it was not only harmless but a treasure as well.

Yang Zhen followed his instincts, walking forward without caring for directions, simply following his feelings.

Before long, Yang Zhen arrived at a pond. The water was incredibly clear. At a glance, one could almost see deep down the violent surges and tumbling of magma.

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Above the spring, a mist of emerald green fog hovered, its nature and toxicity unknown, so Yang Zhen didn’t approach it. Instead, he walked over to the stone platform beside the water.

A colossal jade stele appeared before Yang Zhen.

The stele was flawless with a surging emperor’s aura; apart from this object, Yang Zhen really couldn’t imagine anything more worth being guarded by Shilong.

The stele in front of him was about thirty feet tall and looked to weigh over ten thousand pounds. Even Yang Zhen’s largest storage ring couldn’t store it, and for a moment, he was at a loss for what to do.

The misty fog from the spring ascended slowly along the stele, climbing and then falling back down like immortal dust within reach, seemingly delicious.

Yang Zhen, of course, wouldn’t actually try to eat it. Sitting in front of the stele, he muttered to himself, “How can this Sao Saint take away something so huge?”

If it had been Shilong, a couple of fingers would have been enough to pinch it up and take it away. But with Yang Zhen’s small stature, while he might be able to lift it, running a race with such a heavy object would mean he’d be better off just jumping into the pool and boiling himself to death in the magma.

“It’s too big. If only it could be a bit smaller.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of muffled sounds came, startling Yang Zhen, who really jumped up, looking at the giant stele in front of him with wide-eyed wariness.

At the same time, that scorching sensation at Yang Zhen’s chest returned again.

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, his eyes ablaze as he stared at the stele and spoke again, “Can it be a bit smaller?”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Damn, this thing is nice, it’s voice-controlled. Even smaller?”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yang Zhen, now thoroughly enjoying himself, continued until the stele had shrunken to the size of a palm. Any smaller and it would have disappeared. That’s when Yang Zhen felt a pang of anxiety, hastily took up the jade stele, and stored it inside his storage ring.

“That’s more like it!”

Yang Zhen felt extremely comfortable, both in mind and body.

Faint ripples of warmth from the stele, like gentle caresses of jade, nourished Yang Zhen’s body and Spirit Soul, bringing unparalleled comfort.

Yang Zhen knew the saying “An innocent man is guilty of the possession of a treasure” all too well, and having acquired the item, he wasn’t going to linger here. He immediately started to leave.

But as he walked on, Yang Zhen came back and set his gaze on the stone wall beside him.

Glossy as jade, pristine and flawless—it looked like excellent material for a counterfeit!

Yang Zhen pondered that it wouldn’t seem right to just leave. If the people rushing down didn’t see the object, they might lose their temper and, should a fight break out, that wouldn’t be good at all.

Fighting and killing was always harmful to peace. Yang Zhen decided to commit one more act of boundless merit.

While Yang Zhen busily sweated over crafting the fake, almost everyone had stormed into the massive mountain, oblivious to his actions.

Soon after, wiping the sweat from his brow, Yang Zhen placed a perfectly ordinary-looking stele in its original spot. He took a deep breath and admired his work, becoming more and more satisfied, then suddenly, his expression changed.

Someone was approaching quickly!

Yang Zhen swiftly ducked aside, and within the mists, a limping old lady came into view. Upon seeing the stele, her face lit up with wild joy. She rushed over at the speed of one boarding a bus, lifted the stele, and walked away.

Without any hesitation, Yang Zhen watched, open-mouthed in amazement!