Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 882

"Oh right, I remember I have a bottle of pills on me." Ling Yanyan's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out the bottle of yellow-grade pills and swallowed them without hesitation.

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a surge of heat instantly spread throughout Ling Yan Yan's body, causing him to tremble as if he were in a furnace, his entire body burning hot.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Why is my body getting hotter and hotter?

"Why is the power within me starting to become violent?"

Ling Yanyan felt as if his body was about to burst into flames, his whole body was burning hot, his skin was red, and he was sweating profusely, just like a boiled shrimp.

He felt his consciousness gradually fading and intense pain coursing through his body.

"Oh no, am I going to die?"

Ling Yanyan's consciousness began to blur, and his last wisp of thought completely dissipated.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Ling Yanyan felt his consciousness drifting between heaven and earth, with endless stars shining brightly and releasing vast starlight.

His body floated in the void, surrounded by countless stars, a dazzling galaxy.

"Where is this place?"

"I!"

Countless images flashed through Ling Yanyan's mind, each a strange scene: a magnificent palace standing tall in the void, majestic and imposing, like a celestial palace in the heavens, noble and mysterious.

These are all scenes that Ling Yanyan has experienced.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out, shaking the surrounding area.

It was a loud, ancient laugh, filled with unparalleled domineering power and an air of supreme arrogance, making one's blood boil.

"Boom!" A powerful aura swept out, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

"Bang bang bang!" The demons that approached this place were all suppressed and forced to prostrate on the ground, trembling in fear.

"Such a powerful aura, he has definitely reached the Martial Grandmaster level!"

Ling Yanyan was deeply shocked, feeling a tightness in his chest and a sense of suffocation.

Wuzong!

A powerful martial artist!

Martial Venerable—this was a realm Ling Yan Yan had never even dared to dream of before.

"I, Ling Yanyan, have been reborn, and I must transcend the mortal realm!" Ling Yanyan gritted his teeth, secretly making up his mind, his eyes brimming with determination.

The aura of the Martial Sect expert quickly subsided, and the powerful and domineering voice slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

"Hoo~" Ling Yan Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes gradually clearing.

The dreamlike scene from before slowly faded away, replaced by the figure of Ling Yanyan.

"What is this?" Ling Yanyan was stunned. He felt a piece of black iron on his right knee.

Ling Yanyan felt around and found that the surface of this black iron sheet was pitted and uneven, looking like a broken iron plate.

"What is this thing?" Ling Yanyan frowned slightly, then carefully picked up the black iron piece.

The black iron sheet was round and covered with cracks. Ling Yan Yan could vaguely sense a sense of vicissitudes of time.

“This piece of pitch-black iron is definitely extraordinary!” Ling Yanyan murmured.

Ling Yanyan's memories told him that this was a treasure!

With a "whoosh," Ling Yanyan put the black iron piece into his pocket.

He looked around but saw nothing unusual.

This mountain range is very barren, and apart from the occasional appearance of a few level-three demons, there is basically no other danger.

"Let's go to the city first!"

Ling Yan Yan hesitated for a moment, then ran off into the distance.

Ling Yanyan was seriously injured this time and urgently needs recuperation.

Half an hour later, Ling Yanyan appeared outside a city; it was already night.

As Ling Yanyan entered the city, he discovered that it was enormous, brightly lit, with buildings of all kinds standing side by side, wide and clean streets, and a constant stream of horse-drawn carriages.

The houses here are about the same size as those in ordinary villages, only much more grand and luxurious.

Ling Yanyan walked along the street, his eyes alert and cautious.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks.

At the corner ahead stood a burly young man.

Ling Yanyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

This boy was none other than the murderer who had almost killed him in the forest!

"Who are you?" Ling Yanyan stared at him, her gaze icy.

At this moment, the young man also noticed Ling Yanyan, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his tone arrogant: "Hmph, you mere trash, how dare you question me? You're simply tired of living!"

"Trash?" Ling Yanyan's eyes turned icy cold, and a murderous aura erupted from him. "And what are you to dare insult me?"

"I think you're really tired of living!" The young man flew into a rage and drew his sword to slash at Ling Yanyan.

Ling Yanyan's gaze sharpened, and he threw a punch, colliding with the boy.

"Oh!"

Ling Yanyan's body shot backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Pfft!" Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening.

At this moment, Ling Yanyan felt as if all the bones in his body were broken and his internal organs were displaced, and he had no strength to resist at all.

"I'm a piece of trash now! How dare this guy try to poison me?" Ling Yanyan's eyes were filled with resentment, but his heart was filled with even more fear.

Just then, a roar caught Ling Yanyan's attention.

"Hmm?" Ling Yanyan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of zombies not far away.