Pure Yang!

Chapter 413 Three Corpses
At the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain, the wind and smoke have cleared, and the sky is bright and clear.

At the summit, only that figure stood, with a large moon hanging high above, its light illuminating the vast rivers and lakes.

"Invincible under heaven... truly invincible under heaven!"

"Is this the realm of Pure Yang? It is unfathomable and impossible to even glimpse a fraction of it."

"His divine might remains; none in the world can defeat him!"

A barrage of intense gazes fell upon Chu Chaoran, filled with awe as they looked at his solitary, aged, yet domineering figure.

After the Jiazi Demon-Slaying Ceremony, no one in the world has ever seen the Pure Yang True Man make a move again.

Who could have imagined that the Pure Yang realm could be so terrifying?

The Calamity of Ten Thousand Evils, the Pure Yang Magic Treasure, the Precious Blood of the Three Corpses...

The killings erupted suddenly, one after another, but before Chu Chaoran, they were as empty as nothing.

What they called calamity was nothing but a mirage in the eyes of this Pure Yang Master, an illusion that left no trace, neither affecting nor harming them in the slightest.

"Pure Yang Without Limits..."

Zhang Fan looked up, gazing towards the direction of the Golden Summit. At this moment, he could feel the aura of that Pure Yang True Man with unparalleled clarity, as awe-inspiring as a towering mountain, vast and imposing.

Most importantly, he couldn't discern the depth of this level of understanding; it seemed ordinary yet unfathomable.

Before this, Zhang Fan always felt that without reaching the Celestial Master realm, he would remain an ant.

However, at this moment, even a dignified Celestial Master seemed to be nothing more than an ant in front of the Pure Yang True Man.

"Such a realm is beyond human comprehension. I wonder if I will ever be able to even glimpse its beginnings in this lifetime," Zhang Fan thought with boundless emotion.

Throughout his cultivation, he had never longed for the Pure Yang Realm so much.

Not only him, but all cultivators on Zhenwu Mountain, and indeed all cultivators in the world, regard this realm as their ultimate goal.

Tonight, they saw hope.

The Pure Yang Realm is not an illusion or a myth; there are indeed people in the world today who have comprehended this realm.

That was Chu Chaoran.

"Just as expected, the pure Yang energy is beyond human capability."

Just then, thirty miles north of Zhenwu Mountain, on a desolate hilltop.

Amidst the twinkling stars, a young man stands atop a mountain, his black hair flowing freely, interspersed with a few strands of white.

His presence was faint, like the vast night, like the towering mountains; a fleeting thought, and he was no longer in our awareness.

Mr. Nian, the deputy sect leader of the Wuwei Sect, has been hiding in the desolate mountains, watching everything in Zhenwu Mountain.

“He is invincible among men,” Mr. Nian exclaimed.

"If the teacher sits in this realm for sixty years, no one in the world can move him."

Jiang Yunxian walked up from behind, looking in the direction of Zhenwu Mountain, her expression complex and filled with mixed feelings.

In her youth, she cultivated Taoism and learned martial arts at Zhenwu Mountain, and she had deep feelings for that place. But now, she is the master of the Xuan Palace of the Wuwei Sect.

"Humans are such contradictions," Mr. Nian said slowly. "You didn't need to worry."

“Indeed, Pure Yang Limitless, there is only one like him in the world, that is a level of unparalleled invincibility.” Jiang Yunxian said solemnly.

“Ge Huanzhen was born into a family of pure Yang lineage. Back then, his ancestor was known as a terrestrial immortal. Logically, there should be records of the pure Yang realm in the family.”

"And Yin Pobai, as the leader of the Qinling demons, doesn't he have even this much knowledge?"

"Do they think these methods can bring a True Person into tribulation?" Jiang Yunxian shook her head and sighed.

"By refining all the impurities within the spirit and achieving pure, limitless yang, one can enter this profound realm of cultivation and attain the wondrous abilities of immortals."

Mr. Nian's gaze sharpened to a single line as he softly murmured, "This realm cannot be described in words; a slight difference can lead to a vast error..."

"Humans are always filled with delusions."

"However, their deaths were not without value."

"Value? What value?" Jiang Yunxian's expression hardened slightly as she asked.

"Look at that leaf."

Mr. Nian suddenly changed the subject and pointed to a large tree not far away. On a withered branch, a fallen leaf was about to fall. A mountain wind suddenly rose, and the leaf slowly withered away.

"That leaf was destined to wither from the moment it grew."

"Whether it's wind or rain... it's just a matter of opportunity, none of that matters."

"All things are born through the cycle of time and fall after tribulations; the moment they are born, they are destined to perish," Mr. Nian murmured softly.

All things in heaven and earth are two sides of the same coin, containing the principles of Yin and Yang.

Just like a person, death is destined from the moment of birth, whether it is old age, illness, or accident. These are merely the triggers that accelerate the process of death and are not important.

Everything is within the realm of calamity and the cycle of life and death.

To be born is to die.

Fortune is also a calamity.

A great rise is the beginning of a great fall.

Great success can be the source of great failure.

“I don’t understand,” Jiang Yunxian said, frowning.

"At the Pure Yang Realm, one is invincible. His calamity can only originate from himself; all he lacks is a triggering opportunity," Mr. Nian said calmly.

"You mean..." Jiang Yunxian's expression darkened slightly as she looked towards Zhenwu Mountain, a hint of doubt still lingering in her eyes.

The calamity of ten thousand evils, the pure yang magic treasure, the precious blood of the three corpses... all sorts of killing moves could not harm her. She did not know what the so-called opportunity was.

"It wasn't without any impact; just now..."

"For a split second, Chu Chaoran's breathing slowed down," Mr. Nian said calmly.

"Slowed down a bit?" Jiang Yunxian asked in surprise.

So what if my breathing slowed down a little?

The three deadly threats only slowed Chu Chaoran's breathing for a moment, so what kind of impact would that have?
"The Yang spirit is pure and complete, the Yin impurities are completely transformed, the form and spirit are both wondrous, and one is in harmony with the Dao." Master Nian said calmly.

"In such a state, there is natural harmony and impeccable perfection. His breathing slowed down, which means that at that moment, he was no longer in perfect harmony."

"Even a single moment can have a profound impact!"

"Invincible under heaven, there have been people in this world who were invincible under heaven."

At this moment, a different kind of brilliance appeared in Mr. Nian's eyes. He looked in the direction of Zhenwu Mountain, and no other thoughts arose.

……

The Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

The mountain wind dispersed the smoke and dust, and the ancient hall had long since turned into ruins, with only Chu Chaoran standing there.

"Brother!"

Xi Dongyang walked over from a distance, looked at Chu Chaoran who stood firm, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as this pillar of heaven stands, all things in the world can be settled, and no storms will arise.

So be it. Pure Yang Zhenren is still in the mortal realm and cannot escape his tribulations. Now that he has faced his tribulation, he has nothing to worry about, and the incense at Zhenwu Mountain will continue to burn brightly.

"neat……"

In the crowd, Ge Huandan's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously took a step forward, as if she wanted to see clearly.

The three deadly attacks failed to harm him in the slightest, and even his elder brother died on Zhenwu Mountain.

At this moment, the old master of the Ge family seemed to realize something.

Astonished gazes fell upon Ge Huandan. No one understood why the prestigious Chunyang Ge family would commit such a rebellious act, plotting to murder Chunyang Zhenren tonight. Their behavior was as mad as a demon and as rebellious as an evil path.

"The Ge family is finished."

The same thought arose in everyone's mind without prior arrangement.

puff...

Suddenly, just as Ge Huandan took two steps, his body exploded, blood and flesh splattering everywhere, and the Celestial Master's primordial spirit vanished in an instant.

It was a transition from reality to illusion, leaving nothing but emptiness, without even the slightest trace remaining.

“Senior brother…” Xi Dongyang’s expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Everyone's expression changed abruptly as they stared at this unbelievable scene, then looked up sharply at Chu Chaoran.

He stood there, motionless, and a shadow flowed from his feet and from his body like a river, spreading across the world.

"A cycle of sixty years... that's been going on..."

"Chu Chaoran, I told you, you can't keep me locked up..."

A mysterious, indifferent voice emanated from the shadows, echoing above Zhenwu Mountain.

At this moment, a strong sense of unease rose in everyone's heart.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying aura shot into the sky, and a shadow burst forth, pressing down on the heavens and enveloping the golden roof and Zhenwu.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan looked up and his heart trembled. His primordial spirit leaped, and he actually sensed a familiar aura from that strange shadow.

The world is vast and boundless; perhaps no one is more familiar with this aura than him.

"The Three Corpses..."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, staring at the hazy shadow in the sky, and spat out each word through his teeth, his face filled with disbelief.

"Three corpses bring disaster..."

"This is the Three Corpse Gods!?"

Zhang Fan clenched his fists, he could hardly believe it.

That shadow was undoubtedly the Three Corpse Gods, only it was different from the Three Corpse Gods he had conceived.

That kind of existence is filled with ominousness, like the shadow of heaven and earth, the true demon of the Great Dao.

"How did the Three Corpse Taoist overcome the tribulation back then?"

"His method of breaking through tribulations is unreplicable. Precisely because it is unreplicable, he is the only person in a thousand years to have mastered the Three Corpses Illumination of Fate."

At this moment, the conversation with the Three Corpse Yuan Dan echoed in his mind, and countless clues were connected in an instant.

Zhang Fan finally learned how the Three Corpse Taoist broke through the tribulation and how he cultivated the Three Corpse Illumination Technique.

He sealed the three corpse gods he had severed into Chu Chaoran's body; originally, this was only a temporary measure.

The Three Corpses are the nemesis of the primordial spirit; no one in this world can tolerate such an existence, which is like a major illness in cultivation.

But no one could have imagined that the "container" would be so stunning and unparalleled, surpassing all ages and entering the realm of pure Yang and limitless.

Therefore, the Three Corpse Elixir said that his method of breaking through tribulations was unrepeatable.

Because there will never be another Chu Chaoran in this world, nor another Pure Yang Master.

"The waxing and waning of heaven and earth have their own time; only by carefully observing their changes can one know the opportune moment. Since the beginning of Geng and Jia, the decrees have been clearly issued; by eliminating the three corpses, the path to enlightenment can be expected..."

"The path to annihilation of the Three Corpses is within reach!"

In the sky, the shadow stretching across the north and south seemed to whisper.

"Chu Chaoran, even if you have entered the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, sixty years of time have not been able to erase me."

Rumble…

As the mountain wind rose and the clouds stirred, the old man on the True Martial Absolute Hall moved. His gaze sharpened, no longer as gentle as usual, but sharp as a sword, its edge astonishing.

Almost at the same moment, Chu Chaoran's robes fluttered loudly, the sound so loud it could overpower the wind and thunder.

Golden rays of light emanated from the human body, circulating within the elixir and burning through the bones, creating a dazzling golden glow, as distinct as clouds and mist.

Suddenly, the dazzling golden light illuminated Zhenwu Mountain, the dark night, and the vast sky.

As far as the eye could see, it was as bright as day.

Where this body stands, it is like heaven and earth.

At this moment, the realm of pure Yang and boundless power truly manifested itself in the human world.

In a daze, people heard the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling.

In a daze, people saw the image of yin and yang in conflict.

The dragon roars, the tiger howls, and the old woman calls out as the wind and clouds gather.

Yin enters its ultimate state, Yang enters the Dao, and pure Yang manifests its wondrous nature.

Rumble…

At the summit, Chu Chaoran's figure seemed to have vanished, leaving only the endless void filled with golden light, which soared into the sky and surged towards the chaotic and eerie shadow.

Golden light shone brightly, shadows surged, and two completely different auras, like heaven and earth, like yin and yang, suddenly collided.

Suddenly, the eerie shadow vanished, disappearing into golden light, only to reappear in another part of the sky a moment later.

The Three Corpses are a great calamity for heaven and earth, a great tribulation for those who aspire to immortality. They have existed since ancient times and are indestructible in life and death.

Once this calamity is accomplished, neither Heaven nor Earth can punish it.

Moreover, he came from Zhang Kongming, from that equally invincible Three Corpse Taoist.

hum...

A strong wind swept through the air, and brilliant golden light appeared and disappeared endlessly, yet Chu Chaoran stood upright in the sky, refusing to fall.

This is not a supernatural power, but a state of pure Yang without limit, where the physical body transcends, the primordial spirit is pure, and one can levitate from the ground like a celestial being.

This was the first time in Zhang Fan's life that he had seen someone enter the heavens without using supernatural powers.

hum...

The golden light emanating from Chu Chaoran grew even more brilliant; at this moment, it seemed as if the sun and moon shone brightly within him.

Kan (☵) represents the essence of the month, and Li (☲) represents the sunlight. The sun and moon represent change, and the balance of yin and yang is achieved. When yin reaches its extreme and yang is pure, one transcends the ordinary and enters sainthood.

"Here comes the sword!"

As the sound fell, a sword's cry echoed across the sky atop the cliffs of Zhenwu Mountain and Nanxuan Palace.

The withered wooden sword transformed into a long rainbow, piercing through the air and landing in Chu Chaoran's hand. Its sword energy swept across the sky, shaking the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. Pure crimson clouds lingered, and the terrifying atmosphere made the mountains and rivers tremble.

At that moment, everyone's thoughts seemed to freeze, and even the scene in their sight seemed to be frozen in time.

Rumble…

In the sky, the hazy, eerie shadows writhed and boiled...

Having just escaped the tribulation, he possessed no supernatural powers. The power of a single sword strike from the Pure Yang Dao might not be able to completely sever him, but it could still render him oblivious to the world once more.

Rumble…

Golden light crisscrossed, obscuring the sky and covering Zhenwu Mountain. Such overwhelming divine power left no chance of survival.

This is the true Pure Yang Limitless, the mother of the Golden Elixir, and the origin of cultivation.

hum...

Suddenly, a tiny ripple rose outside Zhenwu Mountain, so subtle as to be invisible, like a speck of dust.

However, this very fluctuation is exactly the same as that eerie and hazy shadow, sharing the same origin.

In a fleeting moment, beyond the span of a single thought, a connection and resonance arises between the two, much like quantum entanglement.

"Yu Xuanji!?"

Zhang Fan reacted instinctively, letting out a roar in his heart.

Rumble…

Just then, Chu Chaoran's sword fell.

That sword light stretched across the north and south, and across the east and west.

In everyone's eyes, a hazy light surged forth, separating heaven and earth, and engulfing mountains and rivers.

The universe is now nothing but a blur of white, where it is impossible to distinguish between what is real and what is fake.

Only the mountain wind howled in my ears, echoing in the sky above Zhenwu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)