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All the members of the Ancient Tribe watched Little Ice in astonishment, their expressions a mix of confusion and pain.

Old Ghost Hei and others watched in absolute bewilderment, bellowed angrily, “Damn it, what are you all trying to do, burning your own bloodline like this? Are you just standing by to watch her die?”

The Sha Clan Elder shook, turned around, tears streaming down his face, his eyes cold as they fixated on Old Ghost Hei and his group, retorted, “This is none of your business!”

“Bullshit!” shouted Shang Yao as he pointed at the practitioners who were acting like zombies, “Thousands of practitioners have turned into walking dead and you want to tell us it’s none of our business?”

The Sha Clan Elder let out a wild laugh, a savage look on his face, “Them? What’s it to us if they’ve become walking dead? Who knows the struggles we have been through over all these years?”

For a while, there was complete silence within the ice cave, save for the low growls coming from the mouths of the practitioners thrust into madness.

On top of the hill, the foul-mouthed cat let out a distressed yowl, “Damn it, not good, boy, you have to stop Little Ice!”

“Why?” asked Yang Zhen in confusion, looking at the foul-mouthed cat, “She is sacrificing for her race, why should we halt this display of selfless bravery?” “Little Ice will die!” a serious expression flashed across the foul-mouthed cat’s face.

“Damn!” Yang Zhen was taken aback, he wondered when the cat became so compassionate.

However, this was the business of the Sha Clan and he did not wish to meddle and invite resentment.

“Most of the people present here will die!” The foul-mouthed cat’s face turned somber.

“Well shit!” Yang Zhen squinted, “This is going too far!”

“Damn it, Little Daochi will die, Flower Spirit Girl will also…Shit!”

Boom-!

A powerful surge erupted from Yang Zhen, and he took off like a cannonball towards the base of the mountain.

“Little Ice, you damn well stop for Sao Saint!”

Rumble, rumble!

The continuous sound of thunder echoed in everyone’s ears, startling everyone present. Even those practitioners who were at the brink of a breakdown under the Divine Travel Stage, looked at Yang Zhen in a daze.

Yang Zhen descended from the heavens on his Somersault Cloud, like a divine being descending to the mortal world, except he had a huge bundle on his back, which was quite a sight.

There was nothing to be done about it, there were too many treasures in the holy land of the Ancient Tribe, so the storage rings of Jian, the cat, and Zhen were almost full.

Of all the people in the ice cave, Yang Zhen was by far the richest.

Little Ice trembled all over as she watched Yang Zhen descend on a cloud from the heavens in disbelief.

Gu Nuoyu had a deep impression of Yang Zhen. He was unique and from the first moment she saw him, the exaggerated yet relaxed demeanor of Yang Zhen had left a profound impression on her.

Doing as he pleased and soaring freely.

This was something Gu Nuoyu, who had been the Saintess of the Sha Clan since birth, found unattainable yet deeply desired.

Over the years, Gu Nuoyu saw in Yang Zhen the manifestation of all the personalities she had ever admired. So Yang Zhen had been etched in her memory from the very beginning, but she still only thought of Yang Zhen as an ordinary man named False Yang.

Everyone else was seething with anger. Thousands of practitioners wanted to prevent the Sha Clan from opening the skies but were helpless to break the ice sculpture’s prohibition. Hundreds of members of the Sha Clan couldn’t bear to watch and yet they all had to witness her step by step approach the ice sculpture, and thus, walk towards her death. This indifference caused Gu Nuoyu’s heart to sink into desolation.

On the one hand, they lacked the means to stop it, and on the other hand, they were tuned into her approaching death but refrained from stopping it. A heartbreakingly sorrowful smile appeared on Gu Nuoyu’s face as tears welled up in her eyes.

Gu Nuoyu only managed to shed two tears.

What remained was fear and resignation in the face of death.

However, at that moment, Yang Zhen arrived—riding his cloud, commanding in a near dictatorial way—for her to stop, saying it coarsely.

In that moment, Gu Nuoyu suddenly felt a clear comprehension, as if the cloud lifted to reveal the moonlight.

A heartbreaking, beautiful smile appeared on Gu Nuoyu’s face as she glanced at Yang Zhen. True to his eccentric character, he really was extraordinary.

But…like everyone else, he couldn’t do anything about this, could he?

What made him so determined to stop this?

The opening of the Sha Clan skies would cost the life of the Holy Maiden. This…had nothing to do with him, did it?

Even if it did, he couldn’t possibly succeed in stopping it, because Gu Nuoyu had already stepped into the three-foot radius of the statue. At this distance, no foreign practitioner except the Sha Clan could enter, unless another great saint arrived here, who was also a master of heavenly and earthly formations.

Otherwise… Gu Nuoyu would surely have died today!

Yang Zhen’s arrival surprised everyone, yet Hua Youyue and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yang Zhen has arrived!” Mo Xueling declared excitedly. “This is great!”

Great?

Everyone looked at Mo Xueling in confusion, wondering where her inexplicable confidence in Yang Zhen came from.

Even the Sha Clan members had baffled expressions as they glanced at Mo Xueling.

What did she mean by ‘great’?

Could it be that Yang Zhen was a grand master skilled in the earth and heavens’ formations?

If so, the Sha Clan’s creation of heaven would inevitably fail. But no, Yang Zhen was not. He was nothing but a practitioner who had just successfully passed the Tribulation Crossing Period.

The next moment, everyone looked at Yang Zhen with a baffled expression, filled with doubt.

What could Yang Zhen possibly do in this situation?

The Sha Clan elder remained calm, shaking his head.

Yang Zhen was incapable of…what the heck?

Just when everyone had dismissed Yang Zhen as being incapable of doing anything, Yang Zhen trudged towards Gu Nuoyu, heading straight towards the Sha Clan’s holy maiden.

“Fellow Yang, what… what?” Old Ghost Hei almost bugged out his eyes.

He must have seen wrong or something must have gone wrong.

Under everyone’s gaze, Yang Zhen casually walked up to the Sha Clan’s holy maiden and grasped her hand, Gu Nuoyu.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at each other with a stunned expression.

The frenzied practitioners were still recklessly rushing towards the statue restriction, indicating the restriction was still active.

What happened to the earth and heaven restrictions?

What about the restrictions placed by the Sha Clan’s great saint, freezing their ancestral land?

Wasn’t it said that unless a great saint personally visited, no one could get close to the statue within a range of three feet?

Yang Zhen had traversed without even a twitch or stumble.

What the hell was he?

Palace Master Liu knew Yang Zhen was a genius who could do what others couldn’t, a true monster.

Hua Youyue and Han Yan’er also knew that Yang Zhen was a prodigy who continually stunned everyone by doing many unthinkable things.

But…even exaggeration should have its limits, right?

Look at how frightened the Sha Clan people were. The Sha Clan elder had begun to rub his eyes, while others exchanged confused looks, thinking they must have seen wrong.

No one thought Yang Zhen could successfully stop the holy maiden. No one.

Even Gu Nuoyu looked at Yang Zhen blankly at this moment, failing to realize Yang Zhen was holding her hand.

Everyone was astounded!

The next moment, Yang Zhen pulled Gu Nuoyu by the hand and walked away, dragging her out forcefully.

The Sha Clan elder snapped out of his daze, trembled with rage, and shouted at Yang Zhen, “Young man, you… what are you doing?”

Yang Zhen, taken aback, looked back at Gu Nuoyu, then at the despised cat and lewd chicken who were still rushing towards them.

Damn, they arrived too quickly. He hadn’t heard clearly why the young lady and young daoist would die.

Seeing a group of vigilantly watching Sha Clan members, Yang Zhen was stunned.

How the hell should he explain this?

A False Yang rushed out halfway, forcibly snatching their holy maiden?