At this point, Yang Zhen's interest had been completely piqued. He quickly sat up straight, looking as if he was listening attentively.

Mei Wuhua sighed, looked at the clear sky, and said, "The story began more than 30,000 years ago. At that time, the Great Wilderness World was extremely vast. The north and south were so big that even a great sage would have to fly for several months to cross them. There were thousands of races standing side by side, and the world was peaceful. Until one day, a teenager came carrying a coffin from the Extreme North Emperor Star Road..."

"Bullshit, he clearly came here riding a cow!" The mean cat glared and corrected.

Mei Wuhua was stunned, looked at the mean cat in surprise, and said angrily: "Nonsense, Diqing Saint followed that person later."

"It's ridiculous. That bastard Di Qing followed us from the beginning."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Yang Zhen hurriedly said, "Don't fight, just think of it as the young man carrying the coffin and riding the green ox."

Mei Wuhua and Jianmao's eyes lit up, as if they thought that this was how it should be, which made Yang Zhen look very unhappy.

Is this a story about that person or a made-up story?

The next words shocked Yang Zhen completely.

After the young man came to the courtyard, he temporarily lived in the Three Flowers Holy Land. At that time, the Three Flowers Holy Maiden was still a little girl!

Yang Zhen looked at the Three Flower Saintess with a strange look. Hua Youyue shook her head and said, "I don't remember."

I don’t remember!

How young was Hua Youyue at that time?

Mei Wuhua smiled bitterly and said, "I also heard a few words from my elders. When the young man came to the Three Flowers Holy Land, he was almost dead. It was the Holy Lord of the Three Flowers Holy Land who pulled him back from the gate of the Nine Nether Purgatory. However, he did not expect... that he would bring endless troubles to the young man."

"What trouble?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

The mean cat chuckled, looked at the clear sky, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying in a strange tone: "That guy at that time seemed to be the worst talent in history. Not only was his meridians blocked, but he also didn't have a Dantian. For a person like this, let alone practicing, even being an ordinary person would be a bit incapable."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen’s eyes almost popped out.

How did a guy with the worst talent, who was born without meridians and no Dantian, resist 360 heavenly tribulations with just one sword? "This... did you remember it wrong?" Yang Zhen asked curiously, "Shouldn't he be the one with the best talent, who can learn any martial arts, practice any martial arts, have a high level of understanding, and eat anything he wants and have a strong body?"

The mean cat sneered and said, "If that were the case, how could there be so many legends left behind?"

"What happened next?" Yang Zhen continued to ask, "What happened next?"

One can imagine with one's toes what kind of treatment such a loser would receive in the Sanhua Holy Land, one of the most leading super cultivation forces in the middle court.

You will definitely be treated coldly and looked down upon, and many people will look down on you and say contemptuous things to you.

As expected, Mei Wuhua smiled bitterly and said, "The boy has been in the Three Flowers Holy Land for three years. In these three years, he has not been able to successfully build a foundation. But what is strange is that no matter how much he is bullied, he always has a bright smile on his face. He beats and scolds casually and never gets angry. Until one day..."

Yang Zhen and Jianmao listened with great interest, while Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er frowned, obviously angry for that man.

"Until one day, Saint Tianxuan, led by Master, came to the Three Flowers Holy Land!" Mei Wuhua flashed a bitter smile on her face and said, "Saint Tianxuan at that time was aloof and arrogant, but for some reason, she fought with the Saint Master of the Three Flowers Holy Land for that person. The two fought for seven days and seven nights, but there was still no winner."

Especially Yang Zhen, his face was full of horror.

At that time, Saint Tianxuan was able to fight with the Saint Master of Sanhua Holy Land for seven days and seven nights without eating or sleeping?

“No one knows why Saint Tianxuan fought for that boy, just like no one knows why that boy wiped out all the people in a holy land from the Great Wilderness World a few years later just for Saint Tianxuan, until one day, that man said one sentence… I will only live for the word Tianxuan in my life!”

In my life, I only live for the word Tianxuan!

Everyone was shocked and looked at Mei Wuhua in disbelief.

"Later, the entire courtyard was filled with legends about that young man. No one knew his name, and no one presumed to give him any title. They just called him that person."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "This person is really amazing. It is really amazing that a person can do this in his lifetime. By the way, what is in that coffin?"

Yang Zhen asked curiously.

Mei Wuhua and Jianmao looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "We don't know, until the end when that man slashed 360 heavenly tribulations with his sword, and the green coffin disappeared between heaven and earth. That man also disappeared from then on, and no one has ever seen him since."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Yang Zhen was completely confused. This seemed to have become an eternal mystery that might never be solved.

But then again, apart from the people at that time, who in later generations can truly understand the real situation at that time? Even how that person came here, there is still no accurate answer.

Either riding a green ox or carrying a coffin, what kind of place is the Emperor Star Road in the far north? How can a young man who can come out of the Emperor Star Road be ordinary? Yang Zhen curled his lips, and suddenly his whole body was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the sword of Saint Tianxuan in the Linglong Tower of the Nine Realms should have been even more terrifying.

At that time, Saint Tianxuan seemed to be in a bad state.

Desolation, misery, sorrow and resentment, all the auras that had been incomprehensible before, were now completely integrated into Yang Zhen’s mind.

For some unknown reason, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turned pale, and he was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Everyone was startled and hurried to support Yang Zhen, especially Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er, who had worried looks on their faces and asked in unison, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Zhen endured the severe pain, shook his head, took a deep breath, suppressed all the negative emotions in his heart, and murmured to himself: "Let's go find the ice coffin of Saint Tianxuan!"

The mean cat's eyes suddenly widened, and he said with an aha: "Boy, you finally mentioned this. I thought you refined the Nine Realms Linglong Pagoda in vain, but forgot about the matter of the Tianxuan Saint. The great saint of that era must have good things in the ice coffin."

Han Yan'er and Hua Youyue both glared at the mean cat, then looked at Yang Zhen who looked a little dazed and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Yang Zhen groaned and said, "I don't know, but I always feel like I owe Saint Tianxuan a favor."

A sword of love! (End of this chapter)