A trace of doubt flashed across Lu Chenghui's face, and then his eyes lit up and he asked, "Yang Zhen, you are talking about the other half of Baiyun Mountain, right? How are the great elders and those outer disciples?"

Seeing the worried look on Lu Chenghui's face, Yang Zhen smiled and explained, "They are fine, as good as they can be. They are ready to welcome you back."

Lu Chenghui and the others breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. They smiled bitterly and said, "The other half is just some dilapidated buildings with only some outer disciples inside. All of Shangyuan Sect's inheritance is here, but this is the only way for now. The Great You Dynasty is now focusing all its attention on the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin and has no time to take care of other things for the time being. Let's prepare. Maybe we can find a better place."

Although the others showed reluctance on their faces, no one spoke out against it.

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Lu Chenghui in surprise and said, "I think Baiyun Mountain is great. Why do we need to look for other places?"

Lu Chenghui laughed loudly, looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully and said, "The great way of the world is people-oriented. Don't worry, Yang Zhen, I am not such a pedantic person. Only when people are alive can there be infinite possibilities. Although Baiyun Mountain is the foundation of Shangyuan Sect and the hard work of our ancestors, even if the ancestors of Shangyuan Sect are still alive, they will not let us die in vain just to defend the inheritance."

Hearing this, the disciples of Shangyuan Sect all showed grief and anger on their faces, and looking at the very familiar Shangyuan Hall, their eyes were full of reluctance.

No one would feel good if they were forced to leave a familiar environment after living there for a long time.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Yang Zhen laughed and recounted everything that happened on Baiyun Mountain.

When Lu Chenghui heard that the other half of Baiyun Mountain had a restriction that even a half-step great saint couldn't easily break, he suddenly showed a look of shock on his face. He stared at Yang Zhen and said excitedly: "Yang Zhen, is what you said true?"

"How could it be false?" The mean cat said with a curled lip, "With Yang kid here, let alone the half-step great saints, even if all the people from the Great You Dynasty come, we won't be afraid. We can make them burnt on the outside and tender on the inside in a few minutes."

Lu Chenghui was relieved and said with a smile: "It is enough for us to protect ourselves. The Great You Dynasty is so powerful that it is better not to provoke it if possible."

At this point, Lu Chenghui said to Yang Zhen: "Part of the restrictions here have not been destroyed. You try to repair them during this period. I will ask my disciples to make some preparations. In five days, we will set out to meet up with the Great Elder, and from now on we will develop and expand in the other half of Baiyun Mountain."

For Lu Chenghui, the sect's migration was not very difficult to accept. Besides, this time it could not be considered as leaving his hometown. After all, the other half of Baiyun Mountain also belonged to Shangyuan Sect.

That night, the mean cat sneakily found Yang Zhen who was repairing the ban and whispered, "Boy, are you planning to waste your time repairing the ban in the next five days?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "We are all moving away, why are we still keeping these restrictions?"

The mean cat glared, pointed at the fancy restrictions in front of him and asked, "If you don't leave these restrictions, then what are you doing?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, glanced at Jianmao and said, "That woman ran away. Who knows if she will bring people to cause trouble. Although these restrictions look very powerful, they are just strong on the outside and weak on the inside. They don't have much power. They are just used to scare people."

The mean cat suddenly understood what was going on and said with a strange smile, "I knew you wouldn't let go of such a mysterious inheritance as the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. You'll have to repair the restrictions here for three days. When are we going to set off?"

Just as Yang Zhen was about to speak, Han Yan'er appeared beside him, looking at him with a smile.

Yang Zhen had no intention of keeping Han Yan'er. After taking a look at Han Yan'er, he said to Jianmao, "I don't care whether the inheritance is passed on or not. Anyway, I already have a lot of inheritance, and there is no need for a fancy inheritance now. The main thing is that if we don't go, who would dare to snatch things from the Great You Dynasty?"

"Useful?" Yang Zhen's eyes lit up immediately, and he laughed loudly. He picked up the cheap cat and threw it to a height of hundreds of feet. He caught it while the cheap cat was meowing and said, "It is really useful. Damn, I remember now. No wonder there are so many fancy patterns on the coffin of the Nine Dragons Coffin. I used to think it was a kind of restriction. Now I think it is actually a kind of text. I just don't know why there seems to be a lot of missing parts."

The mean cat's eyes lit up immediately, and he said excitedly, "Boy, do you remember what words are engraved on it? Maybe I know them."

Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly carved some patterns from the coffin on the ground. Although they were a little crooked, he could still imitate the general appearance.

The mean cat lay on the ground and looked at it for a long time, muttering to himself: "No, it looks familiar, but I don't know where I've seen it before. Damn, what the hell is this thing?"

Yang Zhen also looked confused and asked tentatively: "How about... you try it from another angle?"

"Change the angle?"

The mean cat turned half a circle and his face suddenly turned dark.

Yang Zhen looked at the mean cat in surprise and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this word?"

Jianmao nodded and said, "There is a problem, a big problem. This is the inherited text of a powerful race in ancient times. It disappeared in the Great Wilderness Era. I don't know where Jiulong found these texts."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"The writing of a powerful race in ancient times?" Yang Zhen was shocked when he heard it. He laughed and said, "That's incredible. This kind of thing must not be allowed to be obtained by the people of the Great You Dynasty!"

The mean cat laughed and said, "Boy, your worries are unnecessary. There are definitely no more than five people in the entire cultivation world who can recognize this kind of text. Among these five people, we don't even know whether the other guys are dead or alive. The Great Nether Dynasty? Either I look down on them, or their ancestors who crawled out of the Nine Nether Purgatory may not recognize this kind of text."

Yang Zhen was shocked when he heard this, and said in astonishment: "It's impossible. How can the heritage of an ancient race be so exaggerated?"

In ancient times, there were thousands of races. If the textual heritage of a race was so awesome, how terrible was the ancient times? In fact, Yang Zhen had a preconceived idea. With the current power, he brought in the racial heritage of the ancient times. How powerful was the race that could make the bastard Jianmao feel powerful? Yang Zhen couldn't even imagine it.

Yang Zhen and Jianmao each had their own thoughts. They looked at each other and laughed strangely.

"Do you want to do it?"

"What do you think?"

“We must do it!”

(End of this chapter)