Well, it looks delicious! Yang Zhen had never seen such a green plant before. He could see the veins and the flow of spiritual power on the leaves even with his eyes wide open.

The veins on the almost transparent leaves revealed a mysterious feeling. Yang Zhen looked carefully and felt the breath of heaven and earth blowing in his face, as if this sapling was not newly grown, but had existed here since time immemorial.

Yang Zhen was puzzled. How could a tree grow out of his head for no reason? Fortunately, it was not on his head, otherwise what would it look like? Suddenly, Yang Zhen remembered the seed he got from the altar. His eyes widened. Could it be that the seed got into his head and took root and sprouted into a small tree? This... thing of unknown origin, will it cause trouble?

Just as Yang Zhen was daydreaming, there was a loud bang between heaven and earth and an endless wave of air erupted. There was a buzzing in his ears, and between lightning and thunder, the violent visions of heaven and earth caused huge waves in Yang Zhen's spiritual sea, but Yang Zhen was not affected at all.

The rumbling and terrifying thunder pierced through the sky and earth. The dense and wild aura was separated and formed into rugged mountains and swamps in the distance, and the sky became clear.

Yang Zhen wanted to take another look at the sapling, but suddenly his vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in front of the formation.

His clothes were all wet, and Yang Zhen was breathing heavily. One could tell without even looking that he was in a very bad condition. His face was pale and weak, and he was even half-lying on the ground.

This feeling was like having all my energy drained away by countless women. I didn't want to move at all, but I was in good spirits. All the subtle auras between heaven and earth were transmitted to my mind extremely clearly. Things that I couldn't feel before were now very clear to me.

Is this the benefit of a breakthrough in soul power?

Yang Zhen didn’t know to what extent his spiritual power had broken through, but the feeling of turning bad times into good times was indeed good.

"Yang Zhen, are you okay?"

A worried voice came from the side. Yang Zhen turned his head and said with a strange expression: "Why are you out again?"

Lan Fangyue glared at Yang Zhen and didn't answer Yang Zhen's question: "You are too impulsive. Even I don't dare to practice the Soul Tempering Sutra. The dangers in it can lead to eternal damnation if one is not careful. But you don't care at all. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Afraid!" Yang Zhen answered honestly: "Of course I'm afraid!"

Seeing Yang Zhen wake up, everyone was stunned. Not far from the Tongtianchu came Yun Jie's teasing voice: "Practicing the technique can make you like this. This time, I really opened my eyes."

"Did Yang really succeed?"

"Success? Are you kidding me? Have you ever seen someone who has cultivated himself into a half-dead state?"

"It seems not. This is too scary. His body is shaking so much that it looks like a sieve that can sift chaff."

"At least he didn't die instantly. Yang Zhen is really lucky."

…

On the platform, the withered monk and the middle-aged scholar looked at each other with a hint of disappointment, as if they were very sorry that Yang Zhen was not dead, and then they smiled indifferently.

Hua Youyue breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of worry flashed across her eyes, and then she looked up in the direction of the Tongtian Pestle.

Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu are indeed the strongest among the younger generation of the Dajiang Kingdom. They have actually stabilized at the eighth level. Although they cannot move freely while sitting there, it is already shocking.

Even Liang Qiushui from the Wanhua Valley was stuck at the seventh level and could no longer move an inch. She glanced at Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu unwillingly, but when she turned around and saw Yang Zhen's weak appearance, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she sneered, "Compared with Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, Yang Zhen is simply a world apart!"

The voice was very soft, but everyone around could hear it clearly, especially Shi Feixue. She was shocked and lowered her head. She knew in her heart that her senior sister was talking to her.

Liang Qiu Shui turned his head to look at Shi Feixue, snorted softly, closed his eyes, and resisted the suppression of his soul with all his heart and soul.

Princess Changyang and Lu Xueqing were both on the seventh floor, in the same position as Shi Feixue, and a little further out than Liang Qiu Shui.

Hearing Liang Qiu Shui's words, Princess Changyang and Lu Xueqing looked at each other and frowned.

The two turned to look at Yang Zhen, seeming a little puzzled. With the character and strength Yang Zhen had shown before, he shouldn't have been unable to pass even one level. Could it be that he really had never come into contact with anything related to the soul before? While everyone was thinking about it, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up and stretched his muscles happily.

"Now you should know how big the gap is between you and a true genius, right?"

"It seems that Yang Zhen has failed in his training. In this case, he will definitely leave here in disgrace to avoid staying here and embarrassing himself."

"It's a pity. Yang Zhen is still very good in some aspects."

"This is the gap between the disciples of a small sect and a true genius. Geniuses like Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu are outstanding in every aspect, unlike Yang Zhen, who is only strong in one aspect but not worth mentioning in other aspects."

"Hey, he still hasn't given up and wants to try again?"

Seeing Yang Zhen actually walking towards the formation step by step, everyone gasped.

Lan Fangyue pulled Yang Zhen's clothes and said with some concern: "Yang Zhen, don't be so stubborn."

Just as Yang Zhen was about to speak, a clear voice came: "Yang Zhen... don't force it."

Hearing this, everyone gasped and looked at Hua Youyue in surprise. This crisp voice was exactly what Hua Youyue said.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The level of attention Hua Youyue showed to Yang Zhen was truly baffling to everyone.

Yang Zhen looked at Hua Youyue deeply, then turned around and laughed. In the stunned eyes of everyone, he strode towards the formation.

"I am a person with many shortcomings. My only advantage is that I know myself. However, when I am alive, I should be a hero and a hero after death. If I can still swallow the anger of these bastards bullying me, then wouldn't it be a waste of my life in this world?"

As soon as these words came out, a wave of air burst out from Yang Zhen's body with a bang, surrounding his entire body.

"Spiritual power, how is this possible?"

"Impossible. With such terrifying spiritual power, how did he...how did he do it?"

Lan Fangyue stared at Yang Zhen blankly, her mouth opened so wide that she forgot to close it. The terrifying spiritual power that erupted from Yang Zhen was actually stronger than Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu's. No, it was much stronger.

If Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu, the two geniuses who could enter the eighth level, emitted spiritual power like a gentle breeze, then the spiritual power fluctuations on Yang Zhen's body at this moment were like a violent storm.

On the cloud platform, a look of shock flashed across Hua Youyue's face. She stood up suddenly and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

The withered monk and the middle-aged scholar opened their mouths at the same time, with disbelief flashing in their eyes. They wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

One step, two steps, Yang Zhen's steps were brisk, as if he was not suppressed by the formation at all. He soon arrived at the fifth floor, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Oh, I'm in. Oops, I'm out again."

A lazy voice was heard, and Yang Zhen touched the front and back of the monk who said he would leave if he touched his clothes.

"Hey, how come you've only just come here? Can't you walk anymore?" Yang Zhen circled the monk twice, and exclaimed in amazement: "You should exercise more in the future. Look at you, you walk slower than a snail, and you've only just reached the fifth floor. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"Oh, I touched the clothes. Huh? I touched the clothes again. I touched the left side, and then the right side. Are you satisfied? If not, I'll keep touching you!"

Puff! The monk's face turned red and he vomited blood.

(End of this chapter)