Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Unimaginable! Unthinkable! Unforgettable!

Zhang Yang felt as though he had become a figure from a thousand years ago, personally experiencing the cruel and tragic history.

Within his bloodline, a rare and ancient energy surged wildly, emitting deep, guttural growls—as if he, too, was part of the Daybreak Phoenix Luan, connected to these fallen warriors.

An indescribable killing intent welled up within him.

He yearned to shatter the barriers of time and space—to step into the past and intervene.

He saw a Great Boundless warrior of the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe using his own blood to refine a map of mountains and rivers, slaying eighteen Ghost King Guards in a single strike.

Yet, as he fought desperately to protect his tribe, he was run through the chest by a Great Boundless warrior’s sword. Even so, he refused to fall—slaying seven more warriors before finally being struck down by a terrifying saint. His body dissolved into a mist of blood, marking a tragic end.

The map of mountains and rivers was torn apart by the saint.

The mountains collapsed, transforming into the green mountain, forever drenched in blood.

The river—before it could even fall—was obliterated by the saint’s devastating power.

As the saint prepared to destroy the green mountain, another saint of the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe descended with fury.

With unparalleled ferocity, he slew the enemy saint—but was immediately besieged by three great saints.

Bleeding profusely, he sat atop the green mountain and enacted forbidden laws, unleashing techniques that transcended the mortal realm. In that moment, he achieved a state of extreme transcendence—transforming into a white Daybreak Phoenix Luan.

With a single strike, he killed two great saints and severely wounded another.

Soaring into the heavens with a sorrowful cry, he summoned the blood of his people, striving to evolve into the true Daybreak True Phoenix.

This act drew the attention of at least ten saints, who descended from the sky to strike him down.

In the end, the Daybreak True Phoenix did not manifest.

The Daybreak Phoenix Luan fell, reverting to its saintly form.

The saint, weeping blood, collapsed at the peak of the green mountain, drawing the attention of ten great sages and a horde of Great Boundless warriors.

As the saint gazed upon the blood-soaked world, an unwavering resolve filled his eyes. He invoked the supreme holy law, transforming into pure holy light, depicting the withering of all life.

The heavens wailed in sorrow.

The earth sighed in lament.

The green mountain wept.

The saints and Great Boundless warriors, caught within the ultimate holy light, dissolved into a mist of blood, forcefully drawn into the green mountain.

As the holy light dissipated—

The blood-weeping saint was no more.

Only the green mountain pulsed with holy light, imprinting this shocking scene, as though merging the saint’s spirit within it, becoming one.

This was but a glimpse of the War of the Saints a thousand years ago.

The following scenes grew blurred and distant.

Yet, the essence remained the same—brutal, inhumane slaughter.

In the end, the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe met a tragic demise.

Countless saints perished.

The land, ravaged for decades or even centuries, was left in ruins. Even the victors were too weakened to retrieve the remains of their fallen saints.

For the fall of saints rained down like tears, and the lingering Holy Intention and immense killing intent permeated the area.

Seas turned to mulberry fields, and time marched on.

A thousand years later.

With the blood of more than a dozen saints and countless Great Boundless warriors nourishing the green mountain, a spark was born, giving rise to a soul—

The Phoenix Soul.

This soul was pure and flawless, devoid of consciousness, as if blessed by the will of the heavens. Perhaps it was a final act of transcendence left behind by the saint who perished upon the green mountain, intending to revive the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe a thousand years later—or even elevate it beyond its former glory.

But fate did not align with human wishes.

The Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe, already devastated by calamity and genocide, saw its last glimmer of hope extinguished.

No one knew exactly when the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins reopened. The Eldest Princess of the Great Xia Empire, Mu Lin’er, ventured into the ruins for training. By chance, she harnessed the lingering power of a still-living saint from the Great Xia Empire who had once fought in that ancient war. She refined the Phoenix Soul, becoming the Phoenix Woman, and remained within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins to establish Phoenix City. Now, she was undergoing rebirth, striving to become the true embodiment of the Daybreak Phoenix Luan.

How pitiful! The Southern Region no longer had a Daybreak Phoenix Luan.

How lamentable! A thousand years of sacrifice had been reaped by enemies.

How detestable! The ancient grudge remained unavenged.

How infuriating! He longed to return, yet he was suppressed by the ghostly coffin.

This was the sorrow and rage of the green mountain.

The green mountain seemed almost alive, revealing its emotional fluctuations.

Zhang Yang sighed.

The madness in his bloodline surged briefly before finally settling, leaving only a deep sorrow flowing within his heart.

He did not understand why this was happening.

He only knew that he had inherited a grudge that had endured for a thousand years, and the only way to free himself from this silent bond was through vengeance.

Destroy the Ghostly Divine Platform!

This bond, combined with his prior hatred for the Ghostly Divine Platform, was on the verge of becoming an obsession.

At this moment, he realized—there was no escaping this fate. His life was now entwined with the Ghostly Divine Platform. There was no third possibility.

“Haah…”

He exhaled deeply, releasing the stagnant air.

He needed to withdraw from this mental state and return to reality.

Just as he was about to sever his connection with the green mountain, he suddenly noticed a great river rolling outside. Its waves rose and fell, each crest carrying an era, each droplet bearing the power of unrivaled figures throughout history.

But beyond this vast river stood a colossal figure—one that seemed to sever the very River of Time and Space, peering into one timeline after another, as if searching for something.

Zhang Yang focused his gaze.

At that instant, the massive shadow reacted.

It looked back at him.

"What era is this that dares give rise to the fates of the great immortals? I shall destroy it!"

The enormous shadow stretched out a hand, tearing open the River of Time and Space, reaching toward him.

A sense of impending doom gripped Zhang Yang.

He did not understand how he could witness such a horrifying sight.

Surely, not even a saint could do this.

Neither could an immortal.

Why was he seeing this?

Was this an ominous warning?

He hurriedly tried to retreat—but found himself unable to move.

The colossal figure, a being that transcended the past, present, and future, had already begun searching for him.

At this critical moment, his blood surged.

The Shattered Heavenly Realm reappeared, its immense power flooding forth.

His vision blurred.

When he regained clarity—

He had returned to reality.

Cold sweat covered his body.

He could hardly believe what he had just seen.

"Unimaginable! Unthinkable! Unforgettable!"

These nine words echoed from the Shattered Heavenly Realm within his bloodline, resounding in his mind, shaking his spirit.

Unimaginable— This must be tied to something of great significance.

Unthinkable—uttering it must bring great consequences.

Unforgettable—what would happen if it were forgotten?

Zhang Yang couldn’t fathom why such an event had occurred when he was merely at the Ascending to Heaven realm.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the disturbing thoughts.

As he ceased his pondering, an eerie calm settled over him. It felt as though the invisible bond from the River of Time and Space had disappeared.

An involuntary shiver ran through him.

“Oh, green mountain, you really are trying to scare me to death.”

“But I understand your intent. You want me to take revenge for the Daybreak Phoenix Luan tribe, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry—even without this experience, I would still destroy the Ghostly Divine Platform. I plan to overturn the balance in the Southern Region and establish new rules for this vast world. This is my promise.”

“Please don’t think I’m arrogant, for my goal is to become an immortal.”

“Immortal! That is my ambition.”

“Immortal! But it is no longer my ultimate goal.”

At that moment, the figure from the River of Time and Space flashed through his mind—appearing for just an instant before vanishing again. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t ponder. He couldn’t forget.

As his words faded into silence, the green mountain trembled violently. Holy light erupted, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The green mountain then began to shrink—contracting until it was no larger than a fist-sized treasure—before landing in his palm.

Zhang Yang lifted the miniature green mountain slightly, inspecting it as he mumbled, “Can I use this to smash people? Just imagine, in the middle of a fierce battle, swinging a hundred-meter green mountain to crush someone—how exhilarating!”