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Within the grand hall, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, completely silent. Yang Zhen could even hear the breathing of the Sky Crying Great Saint, who seemed to have a slightly enlarged nasal bone!

Clusters of cold sweat formed on individuals gathered at the mam entrance. No one had expected the Sky Crying Great Saint to burst in so suddenly. All watched as he stared unwaveringly at Yang Zhen and dared to make not a sound.

Joking aside, the Sky Crying Great Saint was currently fixated on Yang Zhen. If any noise were made at the entrance and the Sky Crying Great Saints attention was diverted from Yang Zhen to them, how would they handle the situation?

This terrifying fellow, whose stare brought discomfort and confusion, was not someone you wanted to be the focus of!

Even the Sha Clan Elder, who had been babbling in the ancient tribe language, was dumbstruck as he arrived at the entrance of the main hall. He simply looked inside, completely baffled as to what had occurred.

All the Practitioners in the Tribulation Crossing Period turned simultaneously towards the Sha Clan Elder, signaling him to hush. They feared his ranting might attract the Sky Crying Great Saint’s attention once more.

Clearly taken aback by the peculiar scene, the Sha Clan Elder quickly intervened: ushering in his clansmen who were about to rush in, as well as those who, excited by the sight of the Sky Crying Great Saint’s entrance, reassembled.

All of them craned their necks to see inside, itching to know what would transpire.

Despite their curiosity, all they could do was stand and watch. Even if the hall was void of the presence of Yang Zhen and the Sky Crying Great Saint and free for everyone to enter, no one would dare to step in recklessly.

This place was filled with terrifying restrictions, which caused even two powerful practitioners in the Tribulation Crossing Period to lose half their lives in an instant. To plunge in thoughtlessly would inevitably lead to death.

Yang Zhen, the first to have ventured in was now immobilized under the intense gaze of the Sky Crying Great Saint. He could not even think about seeking legacies or treasures. Everyone else, however, felt slightly relieved by this development.

Yang Zhen felt like he had cursed every generation of the Sky Crying Great Saint’s ancestors in a single breath. Suddenly, a dull yellow light burst out from the Ksitigarbha Chapter of the Heavenly Book in his Divine Consciousness Space. Enveloped by a thick earthly aura, his body solidified into a statue. Even in such circumstances, the Sky Crying Great Saint bore a look of clinical confusion, as if deliberating how a statue had randomly appeared in this place. Fortunately, the Sky Crying Great Saint’s avatar had lost its consciousness after having been in hibernation for tens of millions of years. Otherwise, if a shred of consciousness was retained in this avatar, Yang Zhen would have had no choice but to risk everything in a fight.

After a long while of uncertainty, just as Yang Zhen’s back was about to be soaked with sweat, the Sky Crying Great Saint wobbled over to the only chair in the hall, sinking into it while glaring at everyone at the entrance of the hall.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone felt an insurmountable urge to curse loudly.

Just a minuted! A living person, Yang Zhen, was right there beside him! Why would he ignore him and focus on us instead?

With the Sky Crying Great Saint’s attention on them, not to mention the problem of getting into the hall, even if the hall was left unrestricted, no one would dare to step in.

Nobody dared to budge!

Besides casting aggravated glances at Yang Zhen, no one dared to make a false move, for fear that the slightest action might trigger the Sky Crying Great

Saint’s fury.

The saying “If the Great Saint fumes with rage, death reigns in miles” did not just apply to children. Even Practitioners in the Tribulation Crossing period would be terrified.

Unbelievably, when everyone turned their attention back to Yang Zhen, his statuesque figure not only didn’t reveal any sign of fear but he seemed to emit a sigh of relief. Heck, he had a cheeky grin on his face, blinking mischievously at the crowd causing everyone to feel an urge to tear him to shreds.

All of a sudden, everyone’s heart constricted, as if their hearts had been physically seized by Yang Zhen.

Under their intense scrutiny, the upper half of Yang Zhen’s body remained motionless. Yet his feet moved, bit by bit, appearing to ‘drift’ further into the hall.

Witnessing this bizarre scene, everyone’s eyeballs nearly popped out, their faces a mixture of disbelief and horror as they looked at Yang Zhen.

There… there’s a trick like that?

The crowd was baffled and bewildered, unsure how Yang Zhen’s mind had managed to concoct such an…ahem…uniquely audacious strategy.

Actually, this trick was very simple, requiring only the upper body to stay motionless while the feet made tiny, slow shuffling movements on the ground.

But simple as it may seem, each person present was at a loss, unable to come up with anything when imagining themselves in Yang Zhen’s position. With a proud expression, Yang Zhen drifted towards the crowd. Seeing their astounded faces, his feet fluttered even more gleefully.

Damn it, this group really hadn’t seen much. If such a simple trick from this Sao Saint could astound them to this extent, wouldn’t they drop dead if they saw the “one-two-three statue” game that even kindergarteners on the blue planet knew how to play?

Thinking of the “one-two-three statue” game, Yang Zhen jumped, hurriedly looking at the Sky Crying Great Saint. If this figure had suddenly turned around, things would’ve become very exciting indeed.

As if thinking invites reality, just as Yang Zhen’s eyes had drifted over, the Sky Crying Great Saint’s neck slowly turned, forcing Yang Zhen into stiff stillness, imitating a statue. He became motionless down to his feet, even ceasing to breathe.

Shit!

The group by the entrance dropped their jaws in amazement.

As expected, this statue Yang Zhen didn’t move at all, still maintaining a lifeless appearance. The murky eyes of the Sky Crying Great Saint flickered with confusion as he slowly turned his neck back.

No sooner had the Sky Crying Great Saint’s neck moved and his gaze left Yang Zhen’s body than Yang Zhen began to float again!

At the entrance of the hall, everyone was more petrified than Yang Zhen, watching in utter confusion as he slowly drifted deeper into the hall right under the eyes of the Sky Crying Great Saint.

The Sha Clan Elder wore an expression of astonishment, intently observing Yang Zhen.

The enemy of one’s enemy is a friend, they say. Seeing Yang Zhen pull off such an audacious trick and make a fool of the Sky Crying Great Saint, the entire Sha Clan was roused, especially the Sha Clan Elder, who was watching every move with hawk-like vigilance, ready to slap anyone who dared to make a noise. Behind the Sha Clan Elder, the Sha Clan Saintess Gu Nuoyu stood dumbfounded, watching Yang Zhen with her mouth sealed tight, as if suppressing a fit of laughter.

So satisfying, so pleasing!

All the members of the Sha Clan now wished they could applaud and cheer for Yang Zhen. Seeing the bewildered look on the face of the Sky Crying Great Saint was pure satisfaction.

Yet everyone was also nervous. If Yang Zhen crossed into the inner hall and activated the legacy or obtained the Heaven and Earth Treasure, it would surely draw the attention of Sky Crying Great Saint. Then, the enraged saint might charge off in search of Yang Zhen, giving others the chance to enter.

Now that everyone was under the watchful gaze of Sky Crying Great Saint, without Yang Zhen’s distraction, they had no chance of entering the hall. So despite their discomfort, everyone secretly wished that Yang Zhen could succeed and enter the hall, even better if he drew the attention of Sky Crying Great Saint right after entering.

After tens of thousands of years of hibernation, the divine consciousness of the Sky Crying Great Saint had degenerated to the point of being almost indistinguishable from brutal beasts. After observing everyone for a long while, he suddenly grunted and abruptly turned his gaze toward Yang Zhen, who was ‘floating.’

All movement from Yang Zhen abruptly ceased. The crowd at the entrance of the hall showed tense faces, not even daring to breathe.

Had…. had the Sky Crying Great Saint figured it out?