"I don't know. When I woke up, I didn't know how many years had passed. It could be a thousand years, or maybe ten thousand years!" Fu Yonglin turned his head away and didn't look at Yang Zhen's smug look.

Yang Zhen was stunned, looked at the cheap cat and asked, "Does the ancient tribe hibernate?"

The mean cat was stunned: "I don't know!"

The corners of Fu Yonglin's mouth began to twitch again! Hibernation, hibernation your sister, you are the one who hibernates, your whole family hibernates!

Of course, Fu Yonglin didn't dare to say this. Yang Zhen was still waving the small sword in his hand. If he dared to say this, who knows what kind of unscrupulous thing this madman Yang Zhen might do.

Thinking of this, Fu Yonglin's indescribable part tightened, and he took the initiative to explain, "The world has changed drastically, and the survival of the ancient clan has been threatened. We are facing the danger of extinction, so the saint used her great magical power to freeze the ancestral land, and we fell into a deep sleep. After waking up, we are in this world now."

"Great changes in the world?" Yang Zhen's expression changed, and he asked curiously, "Is it a great catastrophe in the world?"

"What great catastrophe?" Fu Yonglin was stunned, looking a little confused.

Yang Zhen was even more confused than him, and asked angrily: "If it's not a catastrophe of heaven and earth, why are you hibernating?"

Fu Yonglin was furious. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "In the holy war, the Great Sage could destroy the world with a wave of his hand. As the world changed, I don't know how many years of suffering the lives of the people. The ancestors of our ancient clan participated in the holy war and failed. If we don't protect ourselves, the entire ancient clan will be like other ancient clans, reduced to ashes. If it were you, what would you do?"

"Holy War!" Jianmao's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly. He stared at Fu Yonglin with a look of doubt and said, "You mean, the holy war in the Shangheng period?"

"Do you know about the Shangheng period?" Fu Yonglin was stunned, looked at Jianmao and shook his head and said, "Even if you have heard of the Shangheng period, you cannot understand how horrible the holy war that destroyed the world was during the Shangheng period."

The mean cat muttered to himself, "Damn it, Holy War, these ancient tribes actually fell asleep before the great catastrophe of heaven and earth. In this case, they have never experienced the great catastrophe of heaven and earth. They are really damn lucky."

After mumbling to this point, the mean cat said to Yang Zhen: "Boy, don't ask about the great catastrophe of heaven and earth. You won't get any answer. Ask about something else."

Yang Zhen cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it because this ancient tribe had gone into hibernation too early.

Holy War!

This war sounds like a battle between great saints. People who can destroy the world with a wave of their hands and feet are actually fighting without caring about the lives of the people in the world. What is the reason? Is there a direct relationship between the great catastrophe of heaven and earth and this holy war? When Yang Zhen asked all the doubts in his heart, his face changed repeatedly, and finally he cursed.

In the Shanglong period, there was a devastating holy war. The cause was actually a word from a wicked ghost who accidentally comprehended the power of the void. This wicked ghost called himself the Great Sage of the Void. He accidentally had an epiphany in the ice field of the Far North. He comprehended the power of the void, but was unable to use it. In the end, he brought back an ice box. The terrifying power of the void on the Great Sage of the Void surged and surged like a vast ocean, and even the Great Sage was horrified.

Although the Void Sage, who only has the power of the void, cannot use the power of the void, he has announced that whoever can get the ice box can go to the inheritance he left behind in the far north and obtain the power of the void.

After uttering these words, the Void Great Sage was killed!

The soldier has been dissolved! "Is that a fool?" Yang Zhen looked at Fu Yonglin blankly and said, "If you can't use it, then you can't use it. Why should you dissolve it?"

Fu Yonglin glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "Do you think the Great Sage of Void is willing to dissolve into the world? The power of void is a powerful force that all great saints dream of. It is said that as long as one comprehends the power of void at the great saint level, one can break through the shackles of heaven and earth and be promoted to the great emperor level in the future. The great saints who cannot comprehend the power of void can only cultivate to the stage of Fa Sui at most."

Is it the shackles of heaven and earth again?

Yang Zhen looked up at the high sky, and his heart moved. It seemed that even a powerful cultivator at the Great Sage level or even at the Law-following stage could not avoid being bound by the shackles of heaven and earth and could not truly escape the cycle of life and death.

No wonder an ice box could cause an unprecedented holy war, destroying countless races, and even forcing countless races to freeze themselves and fall into a deep sleep.

Although we still don’t understand what the great catastrophe of heaven and earth is, and whether it has a direct relationship with the holy war, Yang Zhen now has some understanding of what happened during the Shangheng period.

After hearing the name of the Great Sage of the Void, Yang Zhen thought about it over and over again, and his blood boiled, as if he had found his life goal again.

"Can you let me go now?" Fu Yonglin asked cautiously when he saw that Yang Zhen had not spoken for a long time.

"No!" Jianmao and Yang Zhen said in unison.

I want to let you go before I’ve emptied my mind? Yang Zhen looked at Fu Yonglin like a fool: “What’s going on with your Kaitian? Do you really want to revive your Saint?”

Fu Yonglin's expression froze, and he shook his head bitterly and said, "The Saintess died in order to preserve the ancient family's heritage, leaving only a trace of her soul in the world, attached to that ice sculpture. It is not easy to awaken that trace of soul."

"Then why are you making such a big fuss?" Yang Zhen and Jianmao looked at each other and asked curiously.

Fu Yonglin's expression froze, he stared at Yang Zhen and said, "This is none of your business, Yang Jia. Now that I am in your hands, you can kill me if you want. If you want me to tell you the secrets of the ancient clan, forget it."

Yang Zhen was stunned. This guy actually had some backbone.

Tear!

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

With a crisp sound, Fu Yonglin's pants were cut by a small sword.

However, although Fu Yonglin's face turned pale, even though his pants were cut by Yang Zhen and the cold wind was blowing in, he gritted his teeth and did not answer Yang Zhen's words. Instead, he turned his head away with a look of being ready to die.

"Long live Demacia!"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice was heard, and Yang Zhen was startled. Then he suddenly realized that this was the ancient language, just with the same pronunciation.

"Bitch cat, what kind of screams would it make if I smeared some honey on this Demacia bird and got a nest of ants?"

"Oh my, this is too cruel. How can you even scream?" The mean cat looked eager to try and said, "How about we give it a try?"

"Well, I think we can give it a try. I'm a little curious too."

Fu Yonglin's whole body began to tremble. He turned his head and stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Asshole, the people of the ancient clan would rather die than be insulted by you like this!"

"That's not up to you!" Yang Zhen laughed and glanced at Fu Yonglin's pants with ill intent.

“Yang Jia!” Fu Yonglin gritted his teeth, his face pale, and took a deep breath: “I’ll tell you everything…”

"My fellow Daoist, I wonder what offense my ancient clan has committed that you would insult my people like this?"

An ethereal voice suddenly came from behind Yang Zhen. Fu Yonglin was shocked. He looked up and became immediately angry. He fainted with a "click" sound and lost consciousness with his head tilted.

Yang Zhen turned his head and saw the little ice girl from the ancient clan floating towards him with bursts of fairy air.

(End of this chapter)