Chapter 1482: Chapter 1509: How Tough is Fate? Chapter 1482: Chapter 1509: How Tough is Fate? As Yang Zhen uttered these inexplicable words and actually put away the Star Spring Sword, everyone was greatly shocked.

Even the two Great Emperors of the Witch Scale Clan were completely baffled, exchanged glances, and exclaimed in alarm: “What is he planning to do?”

With a puzzled look on his face, the middle-aged Great Emperor shook his head and said: “I don’t know, but I’ve heard that Yang Zhen is always mysterious and bizarre, often accomplishing what others cannot.”

Another Great Emperor jumped in fright and hastily said: “Even if one can accomplish what others cannot, no one can just withstand divine punishment. It looks like he intends to counter the heavenly wrath with his flesh and blood… This is simply delusional. Even that person couldn’t do such a thing.”

A peculiar smile flashed across the middle-aged Great Emperor’s face as he looked at the elder and said: “This actually suits us just fine. It would be best if he simply dies in there, saving us quite a bit of trouble.”

The elder huffed coldly, staring at Yang Zhen suspended in mid-air and said: “That’s true, but I do find it somewhat regrettable. I wanted to subdue him and inquire about some things.”

Hearing this, the middle-aged Great Emperor revealed a look of astonishment, shook his head, and said: “I think it’s better for you to abandon such thoughts.”

“Why?”

The elder wore an enigmatic expression.

Who was Yang Zhen?

In all these years, he could be said to be the most naturally talented individual, from every angle, Yang Zhen was indeed a dazzling presence, almost comparable to that person from the past. In some aspects, he even resembled that person too closely.

Such a person was almost destined to be condemned by the heavens, and if the heavens wanted him dead, hardly anyone could save him.

Yet, this same person was far too important for many.

Why was he condemned by the heavens?

With such formidable talent, could he possess powers that others were unable to grasp?

There was no doubt about this aspect; using the means of the Witch Scale Clan, it wasn’t difficult to discover that Yang Zhen had actually mastered Void Power and Power of Faith.

Although Yang Zhen had not been able to properly use the Power of Faith up until now, it was indeed a genuine existence.

The Power of Faith, ah, the Void Power, ah, these two forces were entirely divine. Who knew if Yang Zhen could, by some fortunate coincidence, master divine spells in the future?

That would be the power of War Gods and Demon Gods.

Bastard, just the thought of it made one drool with envy, didn’t it?

A greedy look appeared on the elder’s face, staring at Yang Zhen and saying: “No, we have to try no matter what. Our clan has pursued this tirelessly for so many years, and Yang Zhen is right before us. Those old fools in the clan don’t take it seriously because they do not realize how peculiar Yang Zhen is. If we were to thoroughly understand Yang Zhen, why would we bother studying the good-for-nothing descendants of gods and demons?”

Indeed, upon hearing the elder’s words, the middle-aged Great Emperor’s face took on a contemplative look. He stared at Yang Zhen, then back at the elder, and hesitantly asked: “Do you mean to say that, in this world, it’s truly possible for mortals to wield divine power?”

“Isn’t Yang Zhen an example?” the elder huffed lightly.

The middle-aged Great Emperor took a deep breath and said: “So, does that mean the legend of the Witch Scale Clan might actually be true?”

Upon hearing the legend of the Witch Scale Clan, the elder’s expression changed dramatically. He looked deeply at the middle-aged Great Emperor and nodded: “It’s very likely. No matter what, even if we have to use forbidden powers, we certainly must seize Yang Zhen.”

The middle-aged Great Emperor nodded, his face solemn as he watched Yang Zhen in the sky.

And at that moment, Yang Zhen had completely put away the Star Spring Sword.

He couldn’t slash; these divine punishments could not be slashed!

To do so would be too great a pity, for Yang Zhen suddenly sensed that there was something akin to the essence of the heavens and earth within them.

But this essence of the heavens and earth was not a will imposed by the heavens and earth on its creatures, rather, it was the purest form of heavenly and earthly energy.

While everyone was bewildered and uncertain, the first strike of the heavenly punishment had already reached the top of Yang Zhen’s head.

Everyone was utterly terrified, not even having the time to scream in shock, as the dreadful heavenly punishment had already engulfed Yang Zhen.

This was the first time, aside from when he had severed the heavenly punishment, that Yang Zhen truly withstood the divine punishment with nothing but his physical body, without employing any kind of power.

Boom–!

Almost the moment he was engulfed, Yang Zhen felt a ripping pain, and like a cannonball, he crashed onto the ground, smashing a large, smoking crater.

Gasps of astonishment filled the air, as necks that had been craned for too long audibly cracked with the sudden downward plunge.

But who cared about that now? All faces were blankly staring at the dark pit.

That bastard Yang Zhen, did he really just withstand divine punishment with his physical body?

The middle-aged Emperor and the elder were especially taken aback, the middle-aged Emperor asking with a shifting expression, “Shall we make our move now?”

With a strange look on his face, the elder shook his head and said, “Let’s wait and see!”

The middle-aged Emperor nodded his head. Before he could speak, uproarious laughter echoed from the crater, it was Yang Zhen’s.

“Damn, not bad, quite powerful, but it left me wanting more. Send a couple more at once next time, don’t come at me one by one. Everyone’s time is precious, so let’s not waste it.”

Buzz—-!

A rumbling noise came from the crater as Yang Zhen climbed out…

Yes, he actually climbed out, using both hands and feet.

With his hair nearly exploding and his clothes full of holes, some still smoking, the blackened Yang Zhen had no other choice.

How wonderful would it be to emerge looking devastatingly handsome?

But damn, it hurt.

Despite the pain, Yang Zhen truly acquired a strand of the world’s origin.

It wasn’t the will of the heavens and the earth, but the most primitive force of creation from the beginning of time.

In agony, Yang Zhen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, eyeing the sky as if a starving ghost had spotted a delectable feast.

Crap, so it turns out there was such a pure power in this world that no one had discovered. If Sao Saint could collect more of this power, all Void Power and Power of Faith would be simply little brothers.

Yang Zhen felt that if he could fully master this creative force, even gods and demons would be nothing but dust.

Could it be that Sao Saint has the potential to become a creator god?

Hmm, it’s very likely.

Nodding to himself, Yang Zhen looked at the bewildered crowd and made a sharp leap towards the sky.

“Bring it on! Whoever doesn’t is a coward!”

Yang Zhen laughed heartily as the heavens exploded with activity.

Provoked by such a challenge, the will of the heavens couldn’t just let it go; ten divine punishments descended simultaneously, illuminating the Tri-Floral Sanctuary.

“Fucking hell, is this damn kid seeking death?” the middle-aged Emperor’s face showed a trace of horror, and he was about to leap into action when the elder pulled him back.

“Wait a bit longer!”

“Wait a bit longer?” the middle-aged Emperor glared and snapped back: “With ten divine punishments, if we wait any longer, Yang Zhen will be… crap!”

Boom—-!

What does being struck by ten divine punishments feel like?

Forget an Emperor Realm cultivator, even someone at the Great Emperor Realm would be laid low, smoking from the charred ground!

Yang Zhen was laid low, his body seemed to have been scorched for tens of thousands of years, not a single patch of unmarred skin, and as Yang Zhen lay there without a hint of life, everyone inhaled sharply.

“See, see, it’s over, isn’t it?” the middle-aged Emperor pointed at Yang Zhen.

The elder grunted heavily, reprimanding, “Take a closer look.”

The middle-aged Emperor was stunned, and then his face showed utter shock: “To rise from a hopeless situation, just how tough can this kid’s destiny be?”