I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

Ye Yan's eyes sharpened, and he no longer stood idly by.

He decided to take action himself.

Nintendo unleashed its ferocity, its body radiating a surge of corpse energy. Its murky eyes scanned the crowd, ready to devour anyone in its path.

Ye Yan quickly stepped forward and took out all the hormone injections in his hand, which were originally intended for use on the royal flying zombies.

"Come."

"Unleash the full power of your Nine Dragons."

With a flick of his small hand, he traced a magic seal with his fingertips.

The royal flying zombie, which had been standing quietly to the side, suddenly trembled all over.

Ye Yan injected all the hormones into the flying zombie's body in one go. The moment the syringe was pushed all the way in, the corpse aura around the flying zombie began to undergo a strange change, gradually turning from pitch black to deep purple, and then fading from deep purple to a light silver-white.

Purple light flowed across the surface of the flying zombie's body, as if something was being reshaped within it.

Its appearance began to change; its ferocious fangs slowly retracted, its withered skin gradually plumped up, and its wrinkles smoothed out little by little, eventually restoring it to its appearance before it was alive.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a resolute face, and dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, he exuded a refined and scholarly air.

Ye Yan could clearly sense that a self-awareness was being born within the flying zombie's body.

It's not simply being manipulated, but a genuine awakening.

The flying zombies in "Zombie Era" are ancient zombies that have been around for thousands of years, while the royal flying zombie is a giant zombie. However, the original general flying zombie was killed by lightning and explosives, while the royal flying zombie merged with a vampire. This shows that there are differences between flying zombies.

The flying zombie suddenly opened its eyes, its gaze gleaming with a sharp light, a stark contrast to its previous deathly stillness.

It cracked its wrists, making a series of snapping sounds, and then flashed forward, blocking Ye Yan's path.

Nintendo roared and pounced.

The flying zombie charged forward, and the two zombies collided, their corpse energy clashing and emitting a piercing shriek.

Nintendo possessed immense strength, each punch carrying the force to shatter mountains. The flying zombie, however, was exceptionally agile. It dodged a punch by turning to the side, grabbed Nintendo's wrist with its backhand, and twisted it with the force of the blow, sending it flying.

Nintendo tumbled twice in the air before landing, baring its teeth and uttering a corpse-like cry: "My kind...why...help others..."

The flying zombie remained expressionless, responding in the same corpse language, its voice hoarse yet firm: "Only... him."

Nintendo roared and charged forward again.

This time it exerted all its strength, the corpse energy solidified into a substance, and its two fists slammed down with the sound of wind and thunder.

Instead of retreating, the flying zombie advanced, taking the blow head-on with both hands. The ground beneath its feet cracked, and dust flew up.

It grunted, released its force, and then delivered a powerful knee strike to Nintendo's abdomen.

Nintendo felt the pain and spat out a cloud of black mist. The flying zombie turned its head to avoid it, and its five fingers, like claws, pierced directly into Nintendo's shoulder bone and tore it outwards.

With a ripping sound, a large chunk of rotten flesh was torn off.

It was torn off forcefully!

Nintendo staggered backward, letting out a painful growl.

The flying zombie didn't stop, closing in and unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, each move sharp and deadly.

Nintendo was being forced into a retreat, its corpse energy spreading everywhere, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Yan shouted, "Fellow senior brothers and uncles, lend me a hand!"

Uncle Nine, Four Eyes, Shi Jian, and the others immediately understood and took their positions.

Ye Yan made hand seals, stepped out in the Seven Star Steps, and chanted incantations.

His body surged with magical power, and he actually drew a never-before-seen array diagram in mid-air.

This is a formation he figured out himself, combining Maoshan numerology with modern logic; it is bizarre yet exquisitely ingenious.

Shi Jian saw this and his pupils contracted slightly.

Uncle Nine and Four exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

The method of this formation... vaguely resembles the style of the founder.

"rise!"

Ye Yan let out a sharp shout, and the array diagram crashed down.

Nintendo was caught in the middle, like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to struggle.

Ye Yan thrust out with one palm, his magical power surging out like a tide, forcefully suppressing Nintendo's corpse energy.

Nintendo let out a final, unwilling roar, and its entire body exploded from the inside out.

boom!

Minced meat flew everywhere, then the dust settled.

The people of Maoshan stared at this scene in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Shi Jian spoke first, his tone unusually approving: "My nephew is truly a genius."

Ye Yan waved his hand and turned to look at the royal flying zombie.

The flying zombie stood quietly in place, its eyes clear, unlike any ordinary zombie.

Shi Jian frowned: "Junior Nephew, this flying zombie is already conscious. What do you plan to do with it?"

Ye Yan smiled slightly: "This is just the beginning."

As the narrator knows, although this flying zombie has developed intelligence, the restrictions Ye Yan planted in its body are unbreakable.

With just a thought, all of its corpse energy can be instantly recovered, and even its consciousness can be erased.

Life and death are entirely in our control.

Those who stray onto evil paths risk capsizing.

"It's not a threat," Ye Yan said calmly, looking at the flying zombie. "It's just a zombie."

The royal flying zombie seemed to understand his words, slowly bent its knees, knelt on the ground, lowered its head, and was extremely respectful.

The people from Maoshan were dumbfounded.

Being able to refine flying zombies is already an extraordinary skill, but to make flying zombies willingly kneel and submit is unheard of.

Uncle Nine stroked his beard, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Si Mu clicked his tongue, unsure of what to say.

Shi Jian's expression was complicated, and in the end he could only sigh.

Just how many tricks does this kid have up his sleeve?

Ye Yan's exceptional talent aroused both envy and jealousy among the senior members present, as well as Shi Shaojian, Ahao, Aqiang, and others.

He possesses limitless potential and boundless magical power, mastering any technique instantly. Although Shi Jian harbored resentment towards Ye Yan's initial challenge, he was willing to act as a mentor. Geniuses are inherently like this; if they weren't arrogant and domineering, what would be so remarkable about them?

They'll grow up eventually.

Especially when he was young, Shi Jian was extremely domineering.

Now that he sees Ye Yan's exceptional talent, and that Ye Yan's age and temperament are similar to his own, he can't help but feel a sense of admiration for his talent.

Ye Yan instantly felt his inner power surging, as if a dam had burst, and he could no longer suppress it. He took a deep breath and said to everyone, "Senior brothers and uncles, I am about to break through."

"Please step back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped suppressing his cultivation, and his magical power surged out like a tidal wave.

The sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds rolled, thunder rumbled, and streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds, as if heaven and earth had sensed something.

Shi Jian looked up at the sky and knew that Ye Yan was breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

But this momentum was unlike that of an ordinary foundation building cultivator; it seemed to have triggered some kind of resonance between heaven and earth.

Uncle Nine sighed and shook his head with some regret: "It's a pity I'm not as good as Ye Yan."

Shi Jian glanced at him and said indifferently, "You also benefited from his fame. Let bygones be bygones. I'd rather cultivate Ye Yan and make him my apprentice."

Uncle Nine's face lit up with joy, but he quickly hardened his expression again: "Impossible. The reason I respectfully call you Senior Brother is because you entered the sect first, while I have been deepening my cultivation recently."

Shi Jian snorted coldly: "Do you know why I can be the senior brother? Do you think it's just a matter of time? Lin Jiu, watch closely."

Before he finished speaking, his body surged with lightning power, causing a bolt of lightning to crash down from the sky and strike him squarely.

Electricity crackled around him, yet he remained motionless, as if Thor had descended to earth.

At the same time, Ye Yan is undergoing a tremendous change.

The meridians in the body are as if they have been burned and reforged by a raging fire, and every inch has become incredibly tough.

The blood flowing through him was no longer filled with mundane energy, but with magical power that glowed faintly, gathering in his dantian to form a small vortex that spun endlessly.

He could feel every bone and muscle being tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as if his whole being had been reforged.

A moment later, Ye Yan slowly stopped breathing, and the strange phenomenon in the sky also dissipated.

There were no earth-shattering scenes like those in the cultivation world; it merely evoked a slight impression of heaven and earth, understated yet enough to send chills down one's spine. He silently sighed inwardly.

This [Same Panel] is truly insane.

On the other side, Shi Jian was surrounded by electric lightning, like a thunder king. He turned to look at Uncle Nine, his tone arrogant: "This is power, power crushes everything. But the only reason I'm reconciling with you today is because of Ye Yan."

He asked Ye Yan, "How long have you been cultivating?"

Ye Yan answered truthfully, "Reporting to my senior uncle, it's only been a little over half a month."

These words shocked everyone present.

How could someone advance from beginner to foundational level in just over half a month?

This speed is simply unbelievable.

The Taoist priests looked at each other, unable to sit still any longer. They immediately set off for their respective cultivation rooms, fearing that if they didn't start cultivating, they would fall behind even the younger generation.

Ye Yan watched their hurried figures and simply smiled modestly.

Shi Shaojian stood in the corner, his face growing even more somber.

Shi Jian gave him a cold glance, and he immediately shrank back, becoming even more withdrawn.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine sighed, "There are some promising young talents."

Shi Jian nodded, his gaze falling on Ye Yan: "Ye Yan, I'm here to test your character. You're destined to be the head of Maoshan Sect, no, Maoshan won't even tolerate you. Within Maoshan, you can use the resources as you please, no one will dare disrespect me."

"Then I shall accept it without hesitation."

As for the malice of certain individuals?

They're not even as good as the dogs on the street.