Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes - Chapter 428: 434: This Can Indeed Be Played! (One Update)

Chapter 428: Chapter 434: This Can Indeed Be Played! (One Update)

The Mobei Abyss was indeed not an ordinary place.

Yang Zhen looked surprised as he looked at Mo Xueling and asked again, “Are you sure it’s the Great Emperor, not the Great Saint?”

Mo Xueling smiled bitterly and said, “See, even you are so shocked after hearing this news, let alone other people!”

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, “I’m just a bit curious, wanting to see what the Great Emperor looks like. Does he have three heads and six arms or is he a green-faced fanged monster?”

“Three heads and six arms?” Mo Xueling looked strange: “A green-faced fanged monster? Why do you always say such peculiar things? The Great Emperor also started out as a foundation establishment practitioner, of course he looks like an ordinary person. It is said, however, that those who could cultivate to the realm of the Great Emperor are all blessed by Heaven. Mere talent is far from enough to reach the Great Emperor Realm.”

“Why?” asked Yang Zhen in surprise.

Mo Xueling shook her head and said, “I’m not sure about that. It’s said that a Great Emperor appeared during the upper epoch, but he only made a brief appearance before disappearing. Since the end of the upper epoch and until the thousands of years after the catastrophic collapse of Heaven and Earth, not to mention the Emperor Realm Expert, even the news of Emperor Realm Expert seemed to have suddenly disappeared.”

“The collapse of Heaven and Earth again!” Yang Zhen sneered, looking at Mo Xueling in surprise and asked, “Does an Emperor Realm Expert need some kind of opportunity, like a practitioner during the Tribulation Crossing Period, and can only establish the Emperor Realm after breaking through this shackles of Heaven and Earth?”

Mo Xueling paused, “A lot of people agree with your theory, but…who can say for sure? So far, no one knows how an Emperor Realm Expert achieved his state, let alone how powerful an Emperor Realm Expert can be.”

“So how do you guys know that the Mobei Abyss was where the Emperor Tianjun lingered around?” Yang Zhen curiously asked.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Xueling shook her head and said, “We’re not sure, which is why we want to try our best to go in and see for ourselves. As for Emperor Tianjun lingering in the Mobei Abyss, it was discovered accidentally in a piece of the imperial seal by a long-standing sect of the Northern Island.” Yang Zhen was amazed and said, “Alright, since there is news of the Great Emperor, then of course, this Sao saint must go and see it.”

“You agreed?” Mo Xueling said excitedly, she seemed truly pleased.

Yang Zhen asked with a weird look on his face, “Does my agreeing or not agreeing matter that much to you?”

“Of course it matters. You have no idea how arrogant Liang Lie is, and… and Elder Mo is at his wit’s end right now, he simply has no way to deal with the Sky-shaking threat of the Separation Star Sect.”

Yang Zhen pursed his lips and said, “Even your so-called Ink Wind is like a child’s toy, and even a cheap one at that.”

Mo Xueling covered her mouth and chuckled, her bright sky-blue gemstone eyes gradually curling into crescents: “Actually, I don’t think much of Ink Wind and the Lightning Shuttle either. However, these two flying vehicles are the most powerful vehicles of the Spiritual Studies Palace and Ink Pool Peak after all, so Elder Mo might still be able to come up with something to make Ink Wind and Lightning Shuttle even more powerful.”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, then waved his hand and said, “Since I’ve decided to participate, this Sao Saint needs to seclude himself for a while. During this time, you guys should not bother the Sao Saint, otherwise, the Sao saint might, accidentally, make a wrong move. At that point, if Sky-shaking takes the first place, don’t blame this Sao Saint.”

Mo Xueling glared at Yang Zhen and said irritably, “Who cares to look for you, I’m leaving first, I’ve to go and tell the news to daddy.”

Watching Mo Xueling leave, Yang Zhen took a deep breath.

Emperor Tianjun, ah. Why would such a high and mighty emperor choose such a lower-class name? It’s not even as good as a shoddy cat or a Day Piercing Heaven. But since he is an emperor, it doesn’t matter whether he stayed in the Mobei Abyss for several years or just several months, it is enough to shock most people.

Are you kidding? A place where an Emperor Realm Expert has stayed can be an ordinary place?

Such a place could easily yield something that could revitalize a sect like the Spiritual Studies Palace and Ink Pool Peak.

Yang Zhen turned around to leave, intending to think carefully about how to refine a flying machine and what kind of flying machine to refine.

No wonder the competition of flying machines was so bustling, it turned out that Mobei Abyss was hiding this kind of secret, this could be interesting to play with!

Located a thousand 11 away from Ink Pool Peak was a continuous stretch of black mountains. From afar, they looked dim in the twilight, as if even the vegetation carried a hint of black light, appearing extraordinarily solemn and heavy.

The highest peak in the mountains was called Separation Star Peak, where the Northern Island’s Great Sect, the Separation Star Sect, was located.

At this time, a group of people was in the grand hall of the Separation Star Sect, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

A young man peered with interest at Liang Lie, the leader, marveling at him, then suddenly burst into laughter: “I heard that Sect Master Liang’s injury was caused by a boy who just successfully crossed the tribulation and robbed the Void Power.”

Liang Lie coldly snorted without replying. He was clearly very angry, but also obviously apprehensive, not daring to show it.

The terrifying wave of True Essence emanating from that young man was even more formidable than Liang Lie’s. Seeing this, he laughed and said, “The person is called Yang Zhen, right? I heard he’s an exceptional genius. Wow! I, the Saint, have seen many geniuses, but I don’t know if this Yang Zhen truly lives up to his name. By the way, is Sect Master Liang sure that Yang Zhen is now at Ink Pool Peak?”

Liang Lie nodded, his face somewhat gloomy, staring at the young man and saying, “There is a feud between me and Yang Zhen, so I am sure he is on Ink Pool Peak now. What, does Saint Lin also find Yang Zhen interesting? When did the holy chosen son from the Ke Clan become interested in a pretentious boy?” Saint Lin scoffed and said, “How could I, the Saint, be interested in that boy? I just find it a little fun. Ink Pool Peak and the Spiritual Studies Palace are clearly protecting that boy, and you, Sect Master Liang, must kill Yang Zhen, but…” “But what?” Liang Lie’s face changed as he stared at Saint Lin.

“But, it seems like the Thousand-Spirit Saintess has some interest in that boy. Sect Master Liang, you’d better not upset the Thousand-Spirit Saintess!” Saint Lin said with a meaningful tone.

Liang Lie was stunned, his face darkened, and with a slam, he smashed the seat beside him, obviously furious, and glared at Saint Lin, “What do you suggest we do then?”

Saint Lin laughed heartily, a hint of hysteria flashing in his eyes, as if he was going insane. With a twisted smile, he said, “Sect Master Liang, rest assured, everyone wants to win the favor of the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, the premiere lady of the Northern Island, and they flatter her. Little do they know, flattery brings nothing in the end!”

Upon saying this, a light flashed in Saint Lin’s eyes. With a crazed expression, he stared at Liang Lie, “If you want to attract the attention of the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, mere flattery won’t succeed.”

“So, what does Saint Lin plan to do?” Liang Lie asked with a curious face.

Saint Lin sneered, “The Thousand-Spirit Saintess is interested in Yang Zhen, countless young talents in the ancient tribe want to get acquainted with Yang Zhen, hoping to gain some insight from him. I, the Saint, will do exactly the opposite. In the competition of flying machines, Yang Zhen is doomed!” “You want to kill Yang Zhen?” Liang Lie was taken aback.

“He’s as good as dead!” Saint Lin laughed heartily, full of confidence.

Liang Lie opened his mouth, looking utterly bewildered, “But… he’s not participating in the competition of flying machines!”

“What?” Saint Lin was taken aback, his face turned green, as if he had just eaten a pile of dog shit..