52: Chapter East Region Shock

The clouds and mist of Zizhu Peak slowly converged behind Gu Changge. He stepped aside slightly, revealing Fang Hanyu behind him.

The bloodstains on the young man's body had been washed clean, and his coarse cloth clothes were replaced by a plain white Daoist Robe. However, his fists were still slightly trembling.

This was not due to fear, but because the surging Chaos Sword Qi within his body had not yet been fully contained.

"This will be your dwelling from now on."

Gu Changge pointed to the empty space next to Xiao Ruobai's Bamboo House.

"Build a Bamboo Shed yourself. If you don't have enough Materials, go chop some down on the Back Mountain."

Fang Hanyu looked up and saw that the Spiritual Qi on Zizhu Peak was so dense it had solidified into visible light, radiating tranquility and detachment from the world.

He suddenly recalled the bloodshed at the Great Yan Holy Land, his eyes grew slightly warm, and he bowed deeply to Gu Changge, saying, "Thank you, Master."

Gu Changge waved his hand.

"You are your Master's second Disciple. You also have a Senior Brother."

"He is currently undergoing refinement on the Back Mountain. You will meet him when he returns."

At the same time, the news about the Great Yan Holy Land exploded like thunder, instantly sweeping across the entire Eastern Region and even other Great Regions.

"Did you hear? The Great Yan Holy Land was overthrown!"

The news spread like wildfire, sweeping through every teahouse and tavern in the Eastern Region within half a day.

Cultivators pounded the tables, spitting saliva into their teacups, the shock in their voices loud enough to lift the roof.

"More than just overthrown? The Holy Lord was instantly crushed into dust! The two Saint Elders didn't even leave behind their Divine Souls!"

The Cultivator in Blue Robes violently gulped down some wine, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Even that Saint-Grade Aptitude Genius, hailed as the Great Yan's once-in-a-millennium Genius, reportedly didn't even have a chance to resist. Gone just like that!"

The white-haired Elder at the next table stroked his beard, but his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"This old man used a Communication Talisman to ask the Disciples on the periphery of the Holy Land. They said a Sword Qi struck the sky above the Forbidden Ground, shattering all nine Mountain Suppressing Stone Tablets. Even the Supreme Emperor Weapon, 'Yan Tian Sword,' was pressed to the ground, not daring to utter a single sword cry!"

"A Supreme Emperor Weapon! That is a Divine Object capable of directly challenging a Great Emperor!"

The Cultivator wearing Iron Armor clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

"Who exactly possesses this ability? Could it be that some hidden Old Monster has made a move?"

"I guess it's an existence from the Forbidden Zone!"

Someone lowered their voice, glancing out the window, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Besides those Supremes who have lived for countless millennia, who else could suppress a Supreme Emperor Weapon?"

As soon as this was said, the noisy teahouse instantly fell silent.

The Forbidden Zone—that is the most mysterious and terrifying existence in the Xuanhuang Great World.

Legend has it that Supremes who survived the Ancient Era slumber there. They were once Overlords who dominated the universe, but due to their Lifespan nearing its end, they chose to linger in the Forbidden Zone.

Every inch of that land is soaked in the bloodiness of time, and every wisp of wind carries the aura of death.

They do not easily awaken, but once they step out of the Forbidden Zone, it marks the world's darkest hour.

"But don't the Supremes of the Forbidden Zone never interfere with outside conflicts?" someone asked tremblingly.

"Who knows..."

The white-haired Elder sighed.

"Perhaps the Great Yan Holy Land dug up someone's ancestral grave? Otherwise, why would they attract such a Harbinger of Death?"

Guesses surged like a tide, yet no one could ascertain the origin of that figure in Blue Robes.

Only one thing was certain: the sky of the Eastern Region was about to change.

Eastern Region, Burial God Forbidden Zone.

Black mist was like ink, never dissipating year-round, impenetrable even to sunlight.

Broken Altars were hidden in the mist, inscribed with Runes that had long been lost. Occasionally, Withered Bones would roll off the Altars, making a soft "clack."

Inside the Bronze Hall at the deepest point, a figure who had been sitting cross-legged for a hundred thousand years slowly opened his eyes.

There were no pupils in those eyes, only endless darkness that seemed capable of devouring light.

He was the Master of the Forbidden Zone, a Supreme who had survived since the Ancient Era. Once astonishingly talented, he was now at the end of his rope, only able to prolong his life by sleeping here.

"What powerful Sword Intent..."

A hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat, grating like metal friction.

"To actually suppress a Supreme Emperor Weapon, this level of power..."

He raised his hand and waved, and the black mist retreated like a tide, revealing the thousands of miles of Territory outside the Forbidden Zone.

His Divine Sense spread out like a heavenly net, scanning every inch of the Eastern Region, from prosperous Holy Lands to desolate Gobi Deserts. Even the ants deep within the Earth Veins were clearly visible.

Yet, that figure in Blue Robes seemed never to have existed, leaving not the slightest trace.

"Strange..."

A hint of doubt flashed in the Master of the Forbidden Zone's dark eyes.

"To be able to completely hide from my perception, they are either an existence of the Same Rank, or..."

Behind him, several similarly ancient auras quietly awakened.

"My Lord, should we go out and search?"

A figure wrapped in Black Robes bowed and asked. His arms had long turned into Withered Bones, yet he still emitted a Pressure that made Saints tremble.

The Master of the Forbidden Zone was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "No need."

He closed his eyes again, and the Bronze Hall was once more shrouded in black mist, returning to dead silence.

The tragic state of the Great Yan Holy Land was like a massive stone thrown into the Power Landscape of the Eastern Region, stirring up a thousand waves.

Supreme Mystery Holy Land, inside the Deliberation Hall.

The Hall Master looked at the text on the Communication Jade Slip, crushing the Azure Jade Teacup in his fingers. The tea dripped through his fingers, staining the Golden Bricks with dark marks.

"Such a powerful Expert still exists now!"

His voice was low.

"An existence that can suppress even a Supreme Emperor Weapon must be handled with extreme caution!"

The Elders below were silent as cicadas in the cold, none daring to respond.

The ability to crush Saints and suppress Emperor Weapons—this level of strength was already beyond their comprehension.

Heavenly Secret Pavilion, the Pavilion Master stood on the highest floor of the Star Palace, frowning as he looked in the direction of the Great Yan Holy Land.

He rubbed a Tortoiseshell Fragment between his fingers—it was the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's Treasured Artifact, the "Heaven Peeking Talisman," but it had been shattered by an invisible force during his recent divination.

"This person's strength is already beyond estimation..."

He muttered to himself, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, "Pass down the order: Seal the Pavilion! Without my command, no one is allowed to step half a pace outside the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!"

The major Holy Lands of the Eastern Region either sealed their doors and imposed confinement, frantically investigated, or secretly formed alliances.

That figure in Blue Robes was like a shadow, looming over the hearts of all major powers.

No one knew who he was, no one knew where he was, only that he could annihilate a Holy Land with a million-year Legacy with a mere raise of his hand.

The Sandalwood Incense in the Azure Cloud Hall had only burned down three inches when the Communication Jade Slip in Xuan Yangzi's hand suddenly lit up.

"Cough, cough... Good heavens!"

Xuan Yangzi wiped the tea stains from his beard, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"Which Malevolent God did the Great Yan Holy Land provoke? Even a Supreme Emperor Weapon was pressed to the ground and rubbed?"

A "thump-thump" of footsteps came from outside the hall. Shi Wanshan's rotund figure burst through the hall door, clutching half a Spirit Melon he had been eating.

"Sect Master! Did you hear? The Great Yan Holy Land is gone! The Holy Lord and two Saint Elders are all finished!"

"Just got the message."

Xuan Yangzi rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Tell me, how incredible must this ability be? To casually overturn a million-year-old Holy Land, and even dare to suppress a Supreme Emperor Weapon..."

"Those Holy Lands are usually so high and mighty, and now they've been directly overturned. What a Fierce Person, satisfying!"

The more he spoke, the more alarmed he became. He suddenly recalled his smugness when he touched the threshold of the Saint Realm a few days ago, and a chill ran down the back of his neck.

At that time, he was considering taking a trip around the Central Continent after his Breakthrough. Now it seems, fortunately, he didn't act rashly—

The Ruthless Individuals hidden in this Eastern Region are probably more numerous than the weeds in the Spirit Fields. His little bit of Cultivation wouldn't even be enough for someone to pick their teeth with if he went out.

"No, I must remain stable."

Xuan Yangzi slapped his thigh and turned to rush out of the hall.

"Quickly summon the Peak Masters! We must discuss this matter thoroughly!"