Pure Yang!

Chapter 412 The Invincible Chu Chaoran
Zhenwu Golden Summit, Ancestral Master's Hall.

It was pitch black, like a dark cave, with not a glimmer of light. An old figure, like a ghost, walked in.

Ge Huanzhen, a figure who had been dead for decades, appeared in the desolate Zhenwu Hall as if he had returned from the underworld.

This grand hall seemed to have extinguished all life force, with only a sliver of warmth sprouting and rising...

It quietly revived amidst that wicked calamity.

"These are the Nine Great Inner Alchemy Methods, which exhaustively explore the changes of calamities in the world. Even the one from Nan Zhang exhausted his efforts and only managed to refine three pill talismans." Ge Zhenhuan murmured softly as he sensed Chu Chaoran's aura.

"You have indeed become just like the sect leader back then."

"Little chick, I never thought I'd see you again after all these years. I'm so glad."

Chu Chaoran's voice echoed in the hall, yet his figure seemed to still linger in the darkness, unable to break free.

"Relieved?" Upon hearing this, Ge Zhenhuan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, revealing undisguised sarcasm.

"The road ahead is long, the mountains and rivers remain the same, but the old friends are passing away one after another."

Chu Chaoran's voice rang out again, tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

"You've grown old too. Even if you've reached the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, you can't escape the vicissitudes of life," Ge Huanzhen sneered. "Old friends have passed away..."

"You actually made such a remark?"

"How many times have you dreamt of the sect leader in the dead of night? Have you seen the brothers and sisters who died at your hands?"

Ge Huanzhen's voice grew increasingly cold, filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment.

"Of the thirteen zodiac animals, humans are the head. You and the sect leader are the heavens, the earth, and the boundless universe. Wherever you go, whether it's the Daoist sect or the Wuwei sect, who will not respect you or submit to you?"

"Originally, we could have rebuilt this land and created a great achievement that no one before us had ever accomplished..."

"But you..."

"Chu Chaoran!" Ge Zhenhuan gritted his teeth and uttered the name.

These three words contain countless days and nights of hatred and pain.

"You are nothing but a deceitful and charlatan."

"We twelve people respect you, admire you, trust you, and can even entrust our lives to you..." Ge Zhenhuan's aged body trembled.

Even though sixty years have passed, that hatred remains vivid.

Once upon a time, the man before them was their leader, their elder brother, and their most trusted partner.

But that night...

“You killed us all.”

Rumble…

Outside the main hall, dark clouds surged, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, its crimson light reflecting on Ge Huanzhen's face.

He would never forget that night when all thirteen zodiac animals gathered together. That was the strongest generation, respected by all under heaven, and commanded by all within the sect.

We drank and chatted happily; this is how life should be.

After several rounds of drinks, Chu Chaoran, who had been silent all night, slowly stood up. His deep gaze swept over everyone, and he said only one sentence, which was also the only sentence he uttered that night.

"It's time to hit the road!"

Slaughter and betrayal became the theme of that night; the first to fall were the Snake, the Horse, the Rabbit, and the Pig…

Blood flowed, the long night was like a funeral, and figures fell one after another before them. Their former comrades had become cold corpses, and the butcher wielding the knife was their most respected leader.

"Chu Chaoran, you didn't expect me to survive, did you?" Ge Huanzhen sneered.

"Whether you're dead or alive, little chick, you shouldn't have come."

Chu Chaoran sighed softly, his voice filled with pity and compassion.

"If I don't come, how will you die?" Ge Huanzhen said in a deep voice.

"Little chick, why are you talking nonsense again?" Chu Chaoran sighed.

“I know you have entered the Pure Yang Realm, and even the Myriad Evils Tribulation Formation cannot trap you,” Ge Huanzhen said solemnly.

"But as long as you are human, as long as you live in this mortal world, you will face tribulations. I don't believe you will be completely unaffected."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness in the hall suddenly trembled, like a surging tide, as if a colossal creature about to leap out of it.

"Too late," Ge Huanzhen said coldly.

Suddenly, his aged body straightened up abruptly, and with one step, a round, dark iron ball appeared in his palm.

That iron ball was incredibly ugly, not even a perfect circle, and covered in mottled rust, having weathered countless years of wind and rain.

With a quality like that, no one would even give it a second glance if it were thrown into a scrap yard.

"The Profound Golden Elixir, a pure Yang magic treasure left behind by Ancestor Ge!"

In the darkness, Chu Chaoran's voice trembled slightly.

"The elixir is the most precious treasure for the physical body; once refined, it can undergo endless transformations," Ge Huanzhen murmured softly.

The Golden Elixir is the ultimate goal of Taoist internal alchemy cultivation. It is the fusion and unification of the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, a high degree of energy condensation and transformation, returning to one's true nature and transcending the original form of life.

Long ago, it was by comprehending the profound mysteries of the Taoist elixir that Ge Zu was able to refine this pure Yang magic treasure...

Mysterious Golden Elixir.

After Ge Zu, this pure Yang magic weapon remained in the Ge family and was passed down through generations.

"After swallowing a golden pill, I realized that my fate was not determined by heaven."

Ge Huanzhen uttered a soft voice, and suddenly, a strong incense flame surged around him. In a daze, the phantom of an ancient Taoist temple appeared within the incense flame, hidden in the sky and concealed on the earth, in the vastness of heaven and earth, and difficult to find in the world.

"I've lent you all the incense offerings from the Wuwei Gatekeeper," Chu Chaoran realized.

Only in this way can the power of a pure yang magic weapon be truly unleashed.

Rumble…

The incense smoke boiled, igniting Ge Zhenhuan's essence like a fuse. Suddenly, the rust on the surface of the iron egg in his palm slowly peeled off, revealing a ray of golden light that contained boundless brilliance, dazzling and soaring straight into the sky.

"what is that?"

At that moment, everyone on and around Zhenwu Mountain saw the soaring golden light.

No one has ever seen such pure and dazzling radiance, like the convergence of the sun and moon, like the unity of yin and yang.

Under that golden light, mountains and rivers became blurred, and heaven and earth seemed to merge into one. That was the place where all living beings came from, and the place where cultivation leads to the end.

"Pure Yang! Pure Yang!"

At this moment, everyone who looked at the mysterious golden light couldn't help but have the same thought in their minds.

No need for further words.

Such variations are endless.

Such achievements bring great success and high moral standing.

Such all-encompassing...

It must be pure Yang without limit!

hum...

At this very moment, atop the precipice of Nanxuan Palace, the long-silent wooden sword began to tremble involuntarily.

"Pure Yang magic weapon! Pure Yang magic weapon! Hahaha, let's fight! Let's fight..."

A frenzied roar echoed from the back mountain of Nanxuan Palace, filled with boundless madness.

Rumble…

Inside the main hall, the Profound Golden Core had fully awakened, radiating brilliant golden light, no longer possessing its original ugly, mundane aura. It resembled a small sun, hovering in Ge Huanzhen's palm. Its terrifying power awakened even the great masters who had been mired in darkness.

They were like beings lost in a miscarriage, wandering through darkness. Although they could not wake up, they felt deeply for what was happening before their eyes.

"A pure Yang magic weapon, a profound golden elixir... Has the Ge family gone mad?"

"Who is this person? He actually fully activated the power of the Profound Golden Core?"

"A pure yang magic weapon is no ordinary thing; even a celestial master cannot control it. How could he possibly have complete control over it?"

At this moment, everyone was shocked and horrified. Once the power of the Pure Yang magic weapon was revived, it would be no less than that of a great master of Pure Yang Wuji.

The Zhenwu Hall trembled, and boundless golden light surged, as if it would crush the golden roof of Zhenwu. Terrifying power swept across the entire Zhenwu Mountain.

Strange celestial phenomena occurred, and the mountains and rivers were terrified. Streaks of lightning ripped through the sky, and cracks appeared on the earth. Even the Canglan River, dozens of miles away, was boiling and surging wildly.

"Is this the Pure Yang Magic Treasure? It's too...too..."

“When Pure Yang changes, the world changes; such a treasure should not appear in the human world.”

"My God, can a magical artifact have such power?"

Everyone felt a deep fear. No matter how high their cultivation level was, even if they were at the Celestial Master realm, they all felt insignificant at this moment. It was the power of heaven and earth that surpassed the limits of mortal cultivation.

No one expected that such a deadly threat would arise on Zhenwu Mountain tonight, causing a catastrophe that terrified the heavens and the earth.

"Chu Chaoran, it's time to get going." Ge Zhenhuan murmured, returning Chu Chaoran's words verbatim from back then.

Rumble…

The Xuanxuan Golden Elixir floated in the air, surrounded by endless golden light. Like a long rainbow, it broke through the darkness, shattering all the Dharma forms. The golden light was immortal and could not be broken. It was about to extinguish the life of the superior.

"Ugh!"

Just then, a helpless sigh echoed softly in the hall. The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the Golden Summit and the entire Zhenwu Mountain.

In the vast darkness, an aged hand slowly reached out and caught the [Mysterious Golden Pill] that was hurtling through the air.

There were no fancy techniques, not even any unusual fluctuations; it was simply caught in a very understated manner.

The owner of that hand stretched out his hand as if he were stretching his limbs, caught the mysterious golden pill, and put it directly into his pocket.

"you……"

Ge Huanzhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot, hardly believing his eyes.

He had considered a thousand possibilities; perhaps this would be a difficult battle. But he never imagined that what was happening before his eyes would completely surpass his understanding.

"Impossible..." A voice seemed to roar in Ge Huanzhen's heart.

With the blessing of the Wuwei Sect, and his Xuanxuan Golden Core fully revived, his power is no less than that of a Pure Yang master. How could this be...?

how come……

"Little chick, you're still so naive."

Just then, an old voice rang in Ge Huanzhen's ears, and he mechanically turned his head to look...

Chu Chaoran, having shattered the calamity of all evil, appeared beside him as if strolling leisurely, a broad hand resting on his shoulder.

"Little Chicken, go down and tell them I'm sorry. Let's have a drink together sometime in the future." Chu Chaoran lowered his eyes, his deep eyes revealing no emotion.

Ge Huanzhen fell. This Celestial Master-level figure died just like that, on Zhenwu Mountain, sixty years later.

"Chu Chaoran, I have another big gift for you."

Just then, outside the Zhenwu Hall, in the sky, a colossal shadow was moving within the surging black clouds. Its limbs were long and as thick as a bucket, and under the boiling lightning, its scales were clearly visible.

Rumble…

With a fierce roar, a streak of blood-red light flew out from the dark clouds.

It was a drop of blood, as clear as a pearl, as dazzling as glass. It was just a drop of blood, yet it contained an aura of dominance over the world.

Its terrifying power was no weaker than that of the Mysterious Golden Core.

"Yin Pobai!?"

Just then, a roar rang out from the back of Zhenwu Mountain. From the deep pool hidden by grass and trees, an old turtle emerged. The water in the pool surged into the sky, turning into a white wave and a rainbow that plunged into the dark clouds, ready to capture the demon king of the Qinling Mountains.

"This is……"

Inside the Zhenwu Hall, Chen Zhuoqing, the leader of Maoshan Sect, had just recovered from the effects of the Ten Thousand Evils Calamity. When he saw the precious blood falling from the sky, his expression changed drastically. At this moment, he actually felt a familiar aura.

The owner of that aura once dominated the world, causing mountains and rivers to change color and making cultivators all over the world tremble with fear.

The Three Corpse Taoist!?
"Chu Chaoran, I have kept this drop of precious blood hidden for sixty years and tempered it with Qinling dragon blood for sixty years. Let's see if you can handle it."

Within the dark clouds, Yin Pobai's massive body clashed with the white waves and rainbow.

The old tortoise of Zhenwu Mountain was truly enraged.

Back then, during the Battle of Dongyue, Yin Pobai also went to watch the battle. By chance, he obtained a drop of precious blood from the Three Corpse Daoist. Chu Chaoran slapped him from a distance, sending him flying.

He had held this grudge for sixty years, and this was the day he had been waiting for.

Rumble…

The Three Corpse Precious Blood fell into the True Martial Hall. Almost at the same moment, Chu Chaoran waved his hand, and an invisible force, like the wind in the mountains and the clouds in the sky, lifted everyone in the hall off the ground and flew away.

The next moment, the blood of the three corpses fell into the main hall, and thunder and fire soared into the sky. The terrifying power completely engulfed the Zhenwu Hall, and the huge golden roof was instantly razed to the ground.

The waves of destruction were spreading, boiling, and raging...

Such slaughter was a hundred times more terrifying than when Zhang Tianyang killed the three Celestial Masters.

"Real person!"

The crowd cried out, their eyes trembling as they watched the soaring lightning and fire, their hearts sinking to the bottom of the valley.

The ancient and majestic Zhenwu Hall was reduced to ruins in this calamity.

The Three Corpse Precious Blood, tempered by the Qinling Dragon Qi for sixty years, is no child's play.

"Hahaha, Chu Chaoran, you've finally met your match?"

A burst of wild laughter erupted from the dark clouds, filled with boundless madness and exhilaration.

"There is a girl far away..."

"His name is Yelia."

"There are rumors about her eyes..."

"It will make you look younger."

……

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang out from the endless smoke and dust, echoing above the golden roof of the ruins.

"A loan? Ten days interest-free? No thanks. How did you get my phone number?"

The ringing stopped abruptly, and a hoarse, aged voice drifted out.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene before them.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to freeze, and the enormous shadow seemed to be frozen in place.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, Chu Chaoran slowly emerged, holding his phone, his Taoist robe spotless.

"you……"

From the depths of the dark clouds, the colossal shadow let out a startled roar, turned and fled, its speed as swift as lightning.

Chu Chaoran's terror exceeded the old dragon's imagination.

"Stay."

Chu Chaoran looked up and glanced into the depths of the dark clouds. The next moment, the colossal figure suddenly exploded, and blood rained down, turning into specks that scattered into the mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)