Pure Yang!

Chapter 446 The Dao Has No Name! The Earth and Heaven Nurture the Pregnant Mud Pill
As darkness fell, I looked up and saw only a pale moon hanging high in the sky.

Inside the ancient and solemn hall, there stand tall figures, hidden in the rising incense smoke, with a memorial tablet in front of them. They are like immortals left behind in the human world, like clay sculptures in a temple, tall and majestic, enjoying the incense offerings, and omnipotent.

"The Patriarch has no pity for me; I am nameless and without surname!"

A cold voice echoed through the grand halls, drawing gazes that were cold, authoritative, compassionate, and even mocking...

"Why? Why? Why was the Patriarch unwilling to widely spread the Dharma and bestow divine titles and statues upon me?"

After a brief moment of distraction, the urgent voice rang out, filled with deep resentment and anger.

He stared at the figures amidst the ethereal incense smoke, clenched his fists, and let out a low growl.

Once upon a time, in this cold hall, before the mysterious altar of the Investiture of the Gods, there was another person like him, denouncing the injustice of fate and pouring out his anger and resentment to the patriarch.

"presumptuous!"

A cold, stern rebuke suddenly erupted, like rolling thunder, carrying an unyielding authority that gripped one's mind.

At this rebuke, the unwilling head slowly lowered.

"The Patriarch has no pity for you; you are destined to have no such fate. From now on, you must temper your character even more and never repeat the mistakes of the past..."

"Just like Zhang San, the madman!"

The cold voice echoed within the solemn hall, and the lofty figure resembled a clay sculpture of a deity in a temple.

"Disciple, please remember this!"

A chorus of shouts resounded, and people prostrated themselves in worship, their eyes fixed on the towering figures amidst the incense smoke, their gazes unwavering.

Without being deified and having an image erected, he was destined to have no chance on the path to immortality.

There, one can only lower one's head and pretend to be deaf and dumb; a hidden dragon cannot emerge from the abyss, and the sun and moon cannot see the light of day. In the end, one can only be relegated to the lowest rung.

"Only divine awakening reveals the non-emptiness of reality; the passing years of the mortal world reflect the fading crimson. Where is the thousand-year-old mountain gate now? Who has not entered the cycle of calamity?"

Suddenly, a mysterious voice echoed, like a ray of light from heaven, shining directly into the Niwan Palace. The world became clearly visible, and one suddenly felt the vastness of the mountains and rivers.

"Who?"

"Everyone is destined for calamity, and everyone can achieve immortality, but they are unaware that they possess the elixir of immortality..."

The mysterious voice echoed once more.

"Once the primordial spirit is awakened, one's destiny can be higher than the heavens..."

"Your achievements will surpass those of all the ancestors of the Zhang family; you will be the only one of your kind in heaven and earth..."

"What if it hasn't been deified and had its statue erected?"

A mysterious voice echoed continuously, carrying the vicissitudes of time and concealing the great secrets of cultivation.

"So what if I have no name or surname?"

"You must remember this!"

"The Tao has no name!"

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying aura shot into the sky.

In the Tongluo Mountain, the figure sat cross-legged in the empty valley, his hair standing on end like a madman. Yet, at this moment, he had awakened from the chaotic illusions of the scene.

His primordial spirit soared into the sky, and strange fluctuations radiated wildly outwards.

The clouds sway, the wind howls, and the night is filled with the chill of ghosts wailing, obscuring the moon.

"Zhang Wuming!?"

In the vast darkness of the night, Zhang Fan walked over from a distance. Looking at the scene before him, his usually calm face revealed a look of surprise.

"His primordial spirit..."

Zhuang Yumin followed closely behind, and looking at the scene before her, a deep look of shock appeared on her beautiful face.

Before his eyes, Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit was so vast and unfathomable, like a great river, like a mighty river, with raging waves and undulating tides.

Layers of primordial spirit fluctuations spread outwards, covering the wilderness and shaking the mountains and rivers.

Even from such a distance, she felt a deep fear and trembling.

"What kind of law is this?!"

Zhang Fan frowned, his eyes deep, yet he couldn't discern Zhang Wuming's true nature despite his extensive knowledge.

It should be noted that Zhang Fan cultivates the Divine Demon Holy Embryo and has even dabbled in the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate.

Of the nine methods, only these two involve the secrets of the primordial spirit.

However, at this moment, Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit was in an unusually strange state.

"What's wrong with him?" Zhuang Yumin couldn't help but ask.

"It seems to be out of control." Zhang Fan's gaze darkened slightly.

Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit is in a strange state, exhibiting both extreme madness and madness, and extreme clarity and enlightenment. Given enough time, it will inevitably collapse.

"It's getting more and more terrifying." Zhuang Yumin frowned slightly.

Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit was like ice and magma merging together; the colder the ice and the more intense the magma, the stronger the fluctuations of their fusion.

At this moment, even she dared not approach it even a fraction of an inch.

"No!"

Zhang Fan's eyes flickered, and with one step, his primordial spirit left his body.

In an instant, Zhuang Yumin's expression froze completely. In her eyes, the sky darkened, the earth disappeared, the universe was gloomy, the sun and moon were blurred, and there was no longer any light.

Only that primordial spirit suddenly arrived, as if an abyss had descended.

Rumble…

Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit seemed to sense danger. Like a surging tide, terrifying waves surged forth in layers, each one turbulent and inexplicable, like a raging storm, constantly impacting Zhang Fan's primordial spirit.

Under this force, even the Great Master's primordial light shattered, and all his primordial spirits were thrown into chaos.

"Good heavens, you've been hiding this well. What kind of technique is this?"

Zhang Fan's eyes showed surprise, but the terrifying waves that impacted his primordial spirit were like stones sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

hum...

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit was like an abyss, swallowing up the layers of fluctuations. Then, even Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit was enveloped by it, tightly enveloped...

Gradually, the surging waves subsided, and Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit shifted from the raging torrents of the river and sea to the calm, still lake.

Finally, in that abyss where the night seemed endless, his primordial spirit was restored to its original state, finding unprecedented peace.

"Ugh……"

A weak, feeble sigh rang out.

"How are you doing?"

In the dark abyss, Zhang Fan's voice echoed, his thoughts intertwined as he constantly observed Zhang Wuming's state.

"I'm fine now, let me go."

hum...

The external landscape of his primordial spirit dissipated, the chaotic abyss vanished, and Zhang Fan's primordial spirit emerged from it and merged into his physical body.

Zhang Wuming's primordial spirit seemed to have escaped from its confinement and returned to its physical body.

A cool mountain breeze dispersed the clouds in the sky, revealing the bright moonlight.

Under the soft moonlight, Zhang Wuming sat cross-legged in the weeds, his hands hanging limply at his sides, panting heavily. His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and his burning body temperature even evaporated the sweat, causing a cloud of white mist to rise.

"what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Fan hurried over and helped the weak and swaying Zhang Wuming.

"Um!?"

Zhang Wuming slightly raised his gaze, looking at Zhuang Yumin following behind, but his face was full of vigilance. "Don't worry about her, just pretend she doesn't exist," Zhang Fan whispered.

"..."

Previously, Zhang Fan let Zhuang Yumin go for several reasons: firstly, the two had no prior grudges; secondly, he saw how difficult her cultivation was, given the dwindling number of fellow practitioners in the Dharma-ending Age; and thirdly…

If the mortal sect wants to gain a foothold in the Xijiang region, it should naturally cultivate good relationships and avoid making too many enemies.

Zhuang Yumin was a disciple of Luyin Mountain, making him a good candidate for being won over.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Fan's attention was entirely focused on Zhang Wuming.

"I was careless and almost got killed here," Zhang Wuming said weakly.

At this moment, he was extremely weak, and even raising his hand was shaky as he pointed towards the deep mountain valley.

Zhang Fan carried Zhang Wuming on his back and walked into the mountain valley. Before long, they saw a towering tree...

It is called a big tree, but it is actually a stone pillar, naturally formed, rooted in the deep mountain rocks, covered with vines and branches, and at first glance it really looks like a towering tree.

The strange stone tree was surrounded by eerie skeletons, resembling ferocious beasts and monsters, as well as human remains.

"That is……"

Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened to a single line, and there on the stone tree grew a strange fruit, shaped like a pine cone, crystal clear, radiating a mysterious aura, which seemed to dim the surrounding light.

"What is that?" Zhuang Yumin asked curiously.

As a descendant of the Luyin Mountain lineage, she could naturally tell that this was no ordinary object, but with her knowledge, she seemed to have never seen such a great medicinal fruit before.

This fruit possesses extraordinary power; merely by approaching it, her primordial spirit involuntarily abandons her physical body and departs from her.

"What kind of fruit is this?" Zhuang Yumin became wary and subconsciously took a step back.

"This is not a fruit."

Zhang Fan shook his head, his expression solemn, and exchanged a glance with Zhang Wuming.

"This is a mud ball!"

"Mudball!?" Zhuang Yumin looked surprised.

The human body has three palaces: the Yuan Palace, the Jiang Palace, and the Xuan Palace.

These three palaces hold the secret to becoming an immortal.

Yuan Gong, also known as Niwan, Lingtai, Fangcun, etc.

In the human brain, there is an organ called the pineal gland, located in the center of the brain, behind the thalamus, and shaped like a pine cone.

It is said that the pineal gland is the Niwan Palace.

The *Huangting Neijing Jing* states that within a radius of one inch, one wears purple robes and flying silk skirts. This radius of one inch perfectly matches the size of the pineal gland.

The Taoist scriptures also say that the nine immortals of Niwan all have a chamber.

Modern scientific research shows that the pineal gland undergoes calcification with age, leading to a decline in its function.

The "Nine True Chambers" of the mud ball correspond to the nine layers of calcified wheels.

According to Taoist internal alchemy practice, the Niwan Palace is naturally sealed by nine layers of yin turbidity, resulting in the blockage of the nine orifices and the inability to cultivate. In fact, this is due to the calcification of the pineal gland, which causes the spirit to be obscured. Self-cultivation is the practice of reversing calcification.

So why does the Tao Te Ching say, "Concentrate your vital energy and attain gentleness, can you become like an infant?"
Why is the primordial spirit not yet asleep when a person is first born?

That is because the pineal gland has not yet calcified during childhood, and it even has the ability to see things from a third eye. Therefore, children under the age of three can see many things that adults cannot.

After the age of three, the Niwan point gradually seals off, the primordial spirit falls into slumber, and those "things" can no longer be seen.

Therefore, the foundational practice of internal alchemy cultivation prioritizes "Returning to Infancy and Resounding the Heavenly Drum," which involves tapping the teeth thirty-six times to vibrate the Niwan point (the area around the navel), supplemented by breathing exercises to mimic the high-frequency activity of the pineal gland in a fetus.

As for the ancient Taoist alchemists' practice of "absorbing the morning glow and drinking the dew," it did not actually involve swallowing sunlight. Rather, it was because violet light with a wavelength of 450nm could most easily penetrate the skull and stimulate the photoreceptor cells of the pineal gland.

This is what is meant by "wearing the same purple robes and flying silk skirts".

Refining the mud pills means refining the pineal gland.

The so-called cultivation of both body and mind involves the activation of the Niwan Palace for cultivation. Once the Niwan Palace is activated, the enzymes and hormones secreted by the pineal gland will regulate the rate of energy fusion between the Jiang Palace and the Xuan Palace, which is also known as taking Kan to fill Li and drawing the dragon back to the tiger.

At the same time, the high-frequency bioelectricity and low-frequency biowaves released by the pineal gland also stimulate the physiological functions of human cells and various organs.

This is the material phenomenon of cultivating both body and mind.

"You mean this is the Niwan Palace?" Zhuang Yumin asked with a strange expression.

That kind of thing is mysterious and invisible, how could it be...?

“I once saw a mural at the Daling Temple in Xishan, which was probably created during the Song or Yuan Dynasty…” Zhang Wuming suddenly said.

"That painting depicts Pangu after he separated heaven and earth, his body transforming into mountains and rivers, his eyes becoming the sun and moon, and the unformed essence in the center of his skull resembling a pine cone..."

"The Taoist books say that this is the formation of a sacred embryo in the Niwan Palace of later cultivators."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened slightly, and he nodded.

"The so-called 'innate spiritual root' refers to the pineal gland; everyone has a spiritual root..."

"The mortal world, the mortal world, yet it tarnishes the spiritual root," Zhang Fan sighed.

The Dharma-ending Age has arrived, and the mortal world is corrupt. As time goes by, even this innate spiritual root will likely degenerate.

"You mean..."

Zhuang Yumin's expression changed slightly as she looked at the fruit growing on the stone tree and couldn't help but exclaim, "These are naturally grown mud balls!?"

"Not bad!"

Zhang Fan nodded emphatically.

"The Niwan Palace, naturally formed and nurtured by nature!"

"This...how is this possible?" Zhuang Yumin murmured softly.

Even as a cultivator who has seen rare treasures from mountains and seas, and great medicines and magical artifacts, one would find such words unbelievable.

“Nothing is impossible,” Zhang Fan said, shaking his head.

"It is already beyond comprehension that it was created and nurtured by nature."

"Tongluo Mountain is a place where three provinces meet. It originates from Nanganlong and rises from Zukunlun. It took countless years to give birth to this place."

Looking at the pine cone that resembled crystals, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a deep fascination.

That thing was naturally perfect, as if it contained the secrets of heaven and earth and concealed the mysteries of the Yuan Palace.

“This mud ball is only in its initial form,” Zhang Wuming suddenly said.

Even if it's just a rudimentary form, it's still a naturally formed Niwan Palace. Once the primordial spirit gets close, it will be affected by its innate nature. Even he almost perished here, just like those eerie skeletons around him.

“Not bad,” Zhang Fan said softly.

"It took countless years of creation and the essence of heaven and earth to give birth to this thing."

"If He were to go one step further, that would be..."

"A born spiritual being!?" Zhang Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered a name.

The creation of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, the power of the dragon veins... accumulated over the years, have given birth to this "mud ball". If it is to truly transform into the prototype of a natural spiritual embryo, who knows how many years and how many tribulations it will have to go through.

This shows how miraculous and rare it is for a child to be born with a spiritual fetus.

"This is really interesting," Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"What?" Zhang Wuming asked instinctively.

“A spirit embryo is born without a primordial spirit, but its development begins in the Niwan Palace,” Zhang Fan suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuming was stunned, and then a strange light appeared in his eyes.

Such a coincidence seems to hold an unspeakable mystery.

"A naturally born spiritual entity, no wonder that thing has almost no weaknesses."

Zhang Fan murmured to himself. He looked at the innate [Mud Ball], his eyes gleaming, and took a step forward, walking towards it.

(End of this chapter)