I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

At the same time, endless, gray-black, dark red, and pale green energies—representing death, eeriness, and misfortune—as if drawn by the strongest attraction, converged wildly from all directions.

Above Zhang Yangqing's head, above the auspicious seven-colored clouds, an even larger and more terrifying energy vortex formed!

Within the vortex, light and shadow twisted and shifted, and dozens of enormous, blurry, and strangely shaped divine phantoms, each exuding endless evil and ancient aura, faintly appeared!

Some of these statues have multiple heads and arms, some are covered in eyes, some resemble rotting giant trees, and some are a constantly shifting vortex of flesh and blood.
They seemed to be separated by endless time and space, casting their cold, greedy, yet somewhat inexplicably "expectant" gazes upon Zhang Yangqing, who was breaking through below!
The sky seemed to be divided into two layers: the lower layer was auspicious seven-colored clouds, while the upper layer was a bizarre and terrifying distorted idol and energy vortex!
Two completely opposite, yet equally vast and powerful forces are confronting and intertwining invisibly, causing the rules of this world to become chaotic and distorted!
When the Hidden Clan Ancestor saw this scene, especially when he felt the ancient and evil aura emanating from the dozens of strange and eerie phantom statues, which even made him feel uneasy, as well as the strange energy that was gathered together and was pure to the extreme, he finally understood what was going on!
His composure and arrogance vanished completely, and he cried out in shock, his voice filled with unprecedented horror: "Oh no! This guy isn't following the normal 'human' path to sainthood! He's not just some simple 'extraterrestrial demon' either!"

"He is triggering a resonance of the laws of the strange source!"

"He is not human! He is absolutely not human! He is the source of the bizarre walking among humans! He will use the path of the bizarre to become a saint of the bizarre!"

This realization sent chills down the spine and made even the sage, who had lived for countless years, feel a chill run down his spine!

Not to mention Tong Xu, who had been trying to comprehend the Dao for so many years without making a breakthrough, he couldn't understand what was happening before him at all.

At the same time, in the various forbidden areas, ancient caves, and dangerous places of the Undying Mountain Realm, those holy beings who were either sleeping, in seclusion, cultivating in seclusion, or living a carefree life were also alarmed by this earth-shattering change!

Deep within a cave in the Undying Mountain, covered by eternal ice and snow.

On the Frozen Throne, a figure seemingly sculpted from ancient ice slowly opened its eyes. Those eyes had no pupils, only two leaping pale ice flames.

Through the thick ice and mountains, he looked towards the distant desolate rocky area, his cold will echoing within the cave: "Who dares to commit such a rebellious act here, with such a complex yet vast power of the Heavenly Dao appearing both strangely and auspiciously?"

Upstream of the Upstream River, inside a black palace suspended in the middle of the river, bound by countless chains.

The two old men in black robes, who were brewing tea and playing chess with murky river water, suddenly stopped moving their chess pieces at the same time.

One of the elderly men, his face covered in scales, suddenly looked up at the gloomy sky outside the palace. A hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes: "Strange energy surge? Is someone attempting to break through to the Saint Realm? No, why is this aura attracting the attention of 'those things'?"

In the center of a rotten swamp shrouded in blood-red mist year-round, stands a colossal tree, its trunk pitch black and its branches twisted like an arm.

On the trunk of the giant tree, an old, wrinkled human face slowly emerged, its mouth opening and closing, emitting a hoarse sound like the rubbing of branches and leaves: "The holy path has just been established, yet there is an appearance of all kinds of monsters paying homage. It is neither human nor monster, yet both human and monster. Is this the calamity of the Undying Mountain, or the birth of a new 'source'?"

His voice was filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

Deep within the Hidden Clan's main city, in a magnificent palace.

Several blurry figures seated on shadow thrones trembled simultaneously. The tallest figure at the head, whose shadow was almost tangible, let out a low, cold snort: "What's going on?"

Further afield, on the edge of the Undying Mountain, in a seemingly ordinary mountain village, a hunched old farmer working in the fields suddenly straightened up, put down his hoe, looked up at the sky with his cloudy eyes, and sighed: "What was bound to happen has finally happened. A bizarre path to sainthood, fortune or misfortune is unpredictable!"

In an instant, several powerful figures, so powerful that they distorted space and were accompanied by laws, soared into the sky from every corner of the Undying Mountain Realm. Some rode the escape light, some tore through space, and some transformed into shadows, all rushing toward the direction of the desolate stone area!

Some of them wore angry expressions, wanting to prevent the birth of this strange saint and maintain order in the Undying Mountain Realm.

Some were filled with curiosity and wanted to see for themselves what kind of deity could cause such a strange phenomenon.

Some harbor ulterior motives, perhaps wanting to seize something while the new saint is newly established and his foundation is unstable.

Because of Zhang Yangqing's breakthrough, the undercurrents in the entire Undying Mountain Realm have completely transformed into a surging, turbulent wave!
Outside the giant screen in China, countless viewers watched this scene, their shock beyond words.

After a brief silence, the comments exploded like a volcanic eruption:

What did I just see? Did Zhang Tianshi break through to sainthood on the spot? Or was it the most bizarre kind?
Holy crap! On-site teaching, on-site comprehension, on-site breakthrough! What kind of god-like talent is this?!

"That old man was just showing off and pontificating, now he's dumbfounded, isn't he?" Zhang Tianshi: "Thanks for the experience pack, I've leveled up."

Auspicious omens and bizarre divine statues appearing simultaneously? Doesn't this mean that Zhang Tianshi's breakthrough to sainthood is a combination of good and evil, and that humanity and evil share the same path? That's outrageous!
Is this the world of top geniuses? We're still figuring out how to beat the game, and he's already starting to modify the dungeon settings?

In the world of ghost stories.

In the center of the pillar of light, Zhang Yangqing slowly opened his eyes.

Those purple pupils now seemed to have transformed into two bottomless vortexes. The left eye was clear and deep, reflecting the colorful glow of the sunset and the vibrant life force of all things reviving, containing the majestic and righteous aura of a saint who benefits all living beings.

His right eye was dark and eerie, reflecting the distorted idol and the endless surging of strange energy, filled with chaos, death, distortion and an indescribable deep fear.

Two completely opposite, even incompatible, qualities were now perfectly and harmoniously unified in him, forming a strange yet awe-inspiring balance and pressure.

A calm yet chilling smile curved his lips.

That smile contained no ecstatic joy after a breakthrough, no arrogance of gaining power, only a calm composure that seemed to know and control everything, and a hint of anticipation for the game to come.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze calmly passing over Tong Xu, whose face was filled with horror and who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and landing directly on the hidden clan patriarch shrouded in shadow in mid-air.

Zhang Yangqing spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the vast roar of energy and the hum of laws in the world, as if resounding directly into the depths of the Hidden Clan Ancestor's soul: "Now, it's your turn to say your last words." (End of Chapter)