Chapter 1487: Chapter 1514: A Fine Head Chapter 1487: Chapter 1514: A Fine Head Yang Zhen was injured, and moreover, disabled.

One leg was just gone; even if he were to survive, his strength would be greatly diminished, not to mention it was a leg that was lost.

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen in the midair, their faces filled with bewildered confusion.

Those who regarded Yang Zhen as their faith, quite a few of them even shed tears.

The crowd gazed dully at the do-nothing Yang Zhen in the midair, as if he had given up all resistance, under such divine punishment, he actually gave up all defense. Could it be… Yang Zhen already knew he couldn’t make it through this divine punishment and gave up on his own life?

Endless thunder kept surging wildly, without the slightest sign of subsiding.

In midair, the terrifying chains of lightning connected between Yang Zhen’s body and the heavens, like long explaining ropes, completely draining the life essence out of Yang Zhen.

No one could feel the life force of Yang Zhen; in fact, with each terrifying world-ending divine punishment striking him, there was no longer an uninjured part left on Yang Zhen’s body.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”
The cheap cat anxiously paced in circles, its face full of urgency, staring at Yang Zhen in the midair, muttering to itself: “This bastard, what exactly is he doing, doesn’t he know after all this time in cultivation, that the physical body might just seem to be a vessel for the Spirit Soul, seemingly not so important, but in reality, the physical body is the fundamental basis of human beings… no, the physical body is the fundamental basis for all beings to exist between heaven and earth, without the physical body, it’s death, it’s demise, what exactly is this bastard thinking!”

Hearing the cheap cat’s words, Hua Youyue, who had been in a daze, shook all over, turned to look at the cheap cat and asked, “Irrecoverable?”

The cheap cat was stunned, stood in place, stared dully back at Hua Youyue, and shook its head: “Even if it’s restored, it will be a presence completely distinct from the original body, otherwise, why so many people in this world would rather die than give up their physical bodies?”

Upon hearing these words, Hua Youyue and the others staggered, supporting each other, and looked towards Yang Zhen.

Han Yan’er gave the cheap cat a glare and supported Hua Youyue, saying: “Sister, rest assured, Yang Zhen must have his reasons for doing this.”

At this moment, this was the only way for those present to comfort themselves.

Mei Wuhua and others exchanged glances, then suddenly opened their mouths to ask: “How many times has Lord Yang made it through the divine punishment?”

Hearing this question, everyone trembled as one.

Yes, from the start, it seemed as if the heavens were intent on destroying all life, madly charging towards Yang Zhen.

Up to now, they did not know how many times Yang Zhen had made it through the world-ending divine punishment.

“One hundred and eight times!”

The cheap cat took a deep breath, fixating its gaze on the nearly halved Yang Zhen in the midair, and said: “This brat has already made it through one hundred and eight divine punishments.”

One hundred and eight times!

This was divine punishment, almost more terrifying than the three hundred and sixty Heavenly Tribulations.

The first of its kind since ancient times, belonged to none other than Yang Zhen.

Even if Yang Zhen were to die here today, he would have already become an existence that would astound the ages.

Where were the people who still remembered how many times Yang Zhen had made it through the divine punishment? Hearing the cheap cat’s words, they were all shocked, their faces revealing their astonishment.

Just as everyone was in a state of uncertain surprise, in midair, two people from the Witch Scale Clan could hardly hold back any longer.

The two emperors of the Witch Scale Clan were itching to act; every time they attempted, they found Yang Zhen was still not dead.

Only half left, and still not dead?

The Spirit Soul hasn’t even come out, what’s it still doing in there?

“This damned bastard, really has a big life, to still not be dead after all this?” The middle-aged emperor’s face flickered with uncertainty, staring blankly at Yang Zhen.

The elder scoffed and said, “Even if he’s not dead yet, he won’t last long, get ready to make your move.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Zhen’s figure suddenly trembled, and a dozen or so divine punishments descended at once, shrouding Yang Zhen entirely.

“Act now!”

The elder scoffed, leaping towards the midair.

The middle-aged emperor hurriedly followed, a feverish gleam in his eyes, as long as they could capture Yang Zhen’s Spirit Soul, they would gain everything, and the Witch Scale Clan had this method.

Seeing the two emperors taking action, the expression of the Golden Eagle Emperor and others changed, hastening to confront the two Witch Scale Clan emperors.

However, at this moment, the faces of the two Witch Scale Clan emperors drastically changed, and they swiftly recoiled back.

Boom—-!

A thunderous explosion that seemed to split heaven and earth echoed through the sky, and Yang Zhen’s figure reappeared before everyone’s eyes once more.

There’s only a head left!

Everyone gasped at the sight, including the two emperors from the Witch Scale Clan.

Damn, this is truly like seeing a ghost.

Especially for the two emperors from the Witch Scale Clan, their faces were full of absurd expressions.

They’ve seen the bizarre, but never something this bizarre; only a head is left, and yet he’s not dead.

He even turned his head to look at them, that eerie smile on his face almost scared the two emperors witless.

These were two mighty emperors, not necessarily able to defeat the Golden Eagle Emperor even when all three were united.

That strange smile from Yang Zhen, that bastard, even nearly scared both of them witless.

“What… what does he mean by this?” the middle-aged emperor asked gravely.

The elder shook his head and after a moment of solemn thought, hesitantly said, “He seems to be telling us not to act rashly, or else we will face consequences that we cannot bear.”

Hearing this, the middle-aged emperor was almost amused to anger.

You’ve only got a head left and you’re warning us about facing unbearable consequences?

Where does this confidence come from?

…

He felt it!

Yang Zhen felt it!

But the price paid was a bit too great!

In the cosmos, countless forces roaming in mid-air, the purest of forces, the essence of heaven and earth.

This was a sensation Yang Zhen had never experienced before, as if a mere thought could conjure wind and rain, and he could do things that should be impossible by just uttering a word.

This is the true essence of heaven and earth; one with heaven and earth itself, able to control the forces between heaven and earth at will, not forcibly refining the will imposed on human practitioners by heaven and earth.

All this time, the essence of heaven and earth that human practitioners refined during tribulations, as Yang Zhen believed, was fake.

Or rather, it was a name forcibly given to that will of heaven and earth by humans.

The essence of heaven and earth should be something that exists outside of heaven and earth, not the will of heaven and earth.

Although now only a head remained, Yang Zhen’s consciousness was exceedingly clear, clearer than it had ever been.

He could sense the cosmos, sense the Tri-Floral Sanctuary, sense people like Hua Youyue, and even feel the emotional turbulences within the hearts of the two emperors from the Witch Scale Clan.

Numerous people looked up in dumbfounded astonishment at Yang Zhen’s lone head, their faces full of disbelief.

The two emperors of the Witch Scale Clan were even exchanging glances, the middle-aged emperor opening his mouth and with some difficulty asked, “Do we act or not?”

“Wait a bit longer!”

The elder pondered for a moment and shook his head.

For some reason, this matter felt extremely strange.

Why can he still live with only a head left?

Just at that moment, a sudden roar came from the sky, illuminating the entire world so brightly that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

Hundreds of cataclysmic divine punishments descended in unison, aiming for Yang Zhen’s fine head.

“No!”

Hua Youyue let out a cry of alarm, her complexion drastically changing, devoid of color.

The two emperors of the Witch Scale Clan trembled violently, then their faces turned to ecstasy.

Hundreds of cataclysmic divine punishments, it truly seemed like the heavens wanted to obliterate Yang Zhen. In such a circumstance, it didn’t matter if Yang Zhen had only one head left, or if he were completely unharmed, how could he possibly survive?