Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes

Yang Zhen felt a terrifying surge of thunderous elemental force flooding his body, the immense pain seeming capable of instantly tearing his body apart. He was so grievously tormented that he grimaced in pain, nearly screaming out.

Next, Yang Zhen’s Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body, which he had been rapidly activating, exploded entirely inside his body, setting off an external wave that swept through his whole body, fundamentally reaching into his meridian system.

Boom!

As if something in his mind burst, waves of profound enlightenment rang out from within his consciousness, resembling the grand proclamation of the heavenly dao. Countless mysterious runes vibrated, radiating thousands of lightning bolts, intertwining within Yang Zhen’s consciousness.

The thunderous atmospheric phenomenon that had already begun to boil had raged even more violently, with the terrifying thunder dragons now even more monstrous than when they had arisen during the birth of the Thunder Elemental Wood. They roared continuously as they flew upward and downward in the endless lightning, proliferating everywhere.

Each inch of Yang Zhen’s skin was repeatedly shattered under the onslaught of the thunder, yet healed again and again, each time returning to its original, unmarred condition. Covered in blood, Yang Zhen roared to the skies, feeling on the verge of a breakdown, yet filled with a surge of vigor that ascended to the heavens.

Yang Zhen, feeling a continuous rise in his power, took advantage of the thunder’s baptism to rapidly reinforce his muscle and flesh. He stood, baring his teeth against the pain, and step by step, walked towards the center of the thunderstorm.

Zhen Ping’er was tremendously shocked, disbelief flickering in her eyes as she cried out, “Impossible. This is absolutely not something a Spiritual-Level Cultivation Method could achieve!”

Zhen Ping’er had seen Spiritual-Level Cultivation Methods before, but even when the leader of the Demon Sect practiced such a method, he was unable to form such a terrifying phenomenon. Furthermore, this phenomenon involved the elemental power of thunder, the most volatile of all types of energy. What Yang Zhen was doing exceeded the comprehension of Zhen Ping’er.

Indeed, a Spiritual-Level Cultivation Method could not possibly reach such a degree, especially one that was incomplete. Otherwise, he would have been obliterated by the thunder as soon as he stepped into the thunder lake.

Not even a practitioner at the Golden Core Stage would dare to tread lightly in a thunder lake. How could Yang Zhen’s cultivation – which was at an incomplete spiritual level – withstand it?

Yang Zhen felt elated, sensing the raw power of the thunder energy within his body. Each cell seemed to be filled with a great amount of elemental thunder energy, causing a surge of excitement in his heart.

He had succeeded!

No one knew that the incomplete spiritual-level cultivation method, Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body, given to Yang Zhen by Princess Changyang, was not only completed by Yang Zhen due to his outstanding talent but also upgraded by a whole level. Yang Zhen’s currently activated Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body was not just any Spiritual-Level Cultivation Method, but a Holy-Level Cultivation Method bearing the same name!

Yang Zhen muttered to himself, “I wonder if Princess Changyang will be shocked out of her wits when she finds out that the completed Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body is a Holy-Level Cultivation Method. Or perhaps even more than that, she may be taken aback when she finds out that this cultivation method is absolutely not just at the Holy-Level, it could even be promoted further.”

Yang Zhen murmured to himself. As he felt the Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body madly operating within him, waves of thunder elemental power were absorbed and transmuted, infused into his muscle and blood.

Half a day later, Yang Zhen stood up feeling immune to the effects of the thunder.

After he casually moved his limbs, he heard the crackling sound of a thunderstorm. Between the sparks and flashes of his movements, there were even radiant thunder serpents swirling around his body, emitting a terrifying thunder elemental force.

Yang Zhen felt that he could shatter a massive stone with a single punch now, wielding the Sky Demon Fist Punch and the Soaring Cannon as he wished.

This was the benefit of a strong body. Yang Zhen was increasingly satisfied with the Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body technique.

At this point, Yang Zhen’s holy-level Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body Cultivation Method had achieved the tenth level, just a step away from perfection.

If people knew that Yang Zhen had completed the cultivation of the Ancient Prime Thunder Defensive Body within only half a day, reaching the tenth level, they would sneer and call him a boastful liar.

But this was the reality – this was the result of Yang Zhen’s terrifying talent. Moreover, it was not an incomplete Spiritual-Level Cultivation Method; it was an absolute Holy-level Cultivation.

Even some Great Sects didn’t have many Holy-Level Cultivation Methods, not to mention it was a rare body forging method among cultivation methods.

While being shrouded in thunder, Yang Zhen had numerous thunder serpents fluttering around his body. The horrifying surge of thunder energy crammed inside his body was like a torrential river. The terrifying potency swelled beneath his skin, engendering a silver glow. Under his skin, with every wave of movement, a terrifying force erupted out, which made him feel as if his body contained infinite power.

The effect of the Holy Level body forging method was better than ever before; Yang Zhen had never felt such incalculable strength within his own body as he did now.

Zhen Ping’er had been standing in place for half a day, her eyes still revealing a palpable shock. It was only until Yang Zhen, surrounded by innumerable thunder serpents, slowly emerged from the thunder lake that she snapped out of her shock. She spat disdainfully before turning her head away.

The clothes on Yang Zhen had been burned to ashes by the thunder.

Without any clothes, Yang Zhen was dumbfounded. He searched high and low, but there was no spare clothing around. In haste, he wrapped himself in a large leaf, covertly moving within the forest.

Yang Zhen wondered if everyone else had gone to the so-called Enlightenment Monument. After a long time and a considerable amount of effort, he finally found a person who seemed overjoyed.

This person, a disciple of some sect, was facing a huge pit, seemingly digging for a hundred-year-old ginseng. He was so excited that he was almost drooling. When Yang Zhen patted him on the shoulder from behind, he was immediately startled and screamed, jumping into the pit he had just dug out. “Come on, brother, was that really necessary?” Yang Zhen looked at the disciple who was lying in the pit with a shocked expression, chuckling with amusement. “To dig such a massive hole just for that, do you plan on burying yourself inside?”

“You… don’t know anything. Even a single whisker can sell for spiritual stones.” The disciple looked at Yang Zhen, his face full of horror. Seeing that Yang Zhen was just at the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment stage, he eased up.

“I’ve seen poor people before, but never this poor.” Yang Zhen sighed and shook his head.

“Can’t even afford clothes!” The disciple took a glance at Yang Zhen and muttered with disdain, “Could you possibly be poorer than you are now?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed this fellow disciple didn’t fully understand his situation. Even in such dire straits, he was still in the mood to look down on others?

“Brother, may I ask if this is the way to the Enlightenment Monument?” Yang Zhen moved in front of the disciple, asking sincerely.

“It’s indeed the path to the Enlightenment Monument, but I advise you not to go. With your current level of cultivation, you’re unlikely to gain from the experience. The best spots there are all occupied by disciples from the large sects. Outsiders have no chance.” The disciple looked dismissively at Yang Zhen after finishing his sentence, mumbling, “With his cultivation only at the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment stage, he’s acting far above his level. Does he think he’s Yang Zhen, who caused Zhang Zongjin to spit blood at the third layer of the foundation establishment stage?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen laughed. He jumped into the pit and patted the disciple on the shoulder, saying, “Brother, I have some advice for you.” “What?” The disciple looked nervously at Yang Zhen, fearing that Yang Zhen would mess with his ginseng whisker.

“Go get yourself a pair of glasses.” After Yang Zhen finished speaking, his eyes widened as he stared at the disciple menacingly. “Now, this is a robbery.. Take off your clothes!”