Pure Yang!

Chapter 450 Second-Grade Inner Core! The Descent of the Middle Ancestor (5k chapters)
Its golden light is eternal, like the pure Yang essence.

Where heaven and earth unite, where thoughts fly in disarray, the sound of chanting scriptures seems to echo, as if offering sacrifices to the gods and immortals of the heavens.

"I'm dead?"

Yu Xuanji's regret was filled with deep disbelief. Once upon a time, she thought that meeting that unknown being was the greatest opportunity of her life!

By merging with that being, her primordial spirit entered an unprecedented realm, a feeling akin to true immortality...

The world became simple in her eyes; she was high above, in control of everything, as if she were the one who set the rules of the game!
As a result, she never truly considered Zhang Fan a threat.

But now...

She's going to die!!
Yu Xuanji's primordial spirit gradually dissipated.

Her power was already reduced to only 30% after Zhang Fan's efforts to extinguish it.

Now, she has completely vanished in that golden flow, leaving not a trace of energy or consciousness, as if her existence was originally nothingness.

"I see!"

Yu Xuanji's last thought lingered in the void, tinged with self-mockery, before being extinguished by the golden substance.

"Roar……"

The eerie shadow descended into unprecedented chaos; its form contracted, expanded, split, and coalesced...

Ultimately, within that golden substance, He also experienced an unprecedented weakness; He even sensed life and death.

"Zhang Fan, we..."

"We will be together eventually."

Suddenly, the golden substance was exhausted, and the eerie shadow vanished from the world.

His existence seemed to vanish along with Yu Xuanji.

At this moment, a strange feeling arose in Zhang Fan's heart. He could not be sure whether the Three Corpse Gods had really been killed. However, at this moment, it was as if a layer of shadow was fading from his primordial spirit, making it brighter and clearer.

The primordial spirit entered a new realm, and a sudden burst of profound true fire descended.

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit underwent a transformation, and the light it emitted became increasingly terrifying, like real fire descending, burning his body and refining his inner elixir.

In Taoism, the cultivation of both body and mind is practiced, with "nine" being the ultimate number.

The physical body carries the medicine to nourish the primordial spirit, which in turn strengthens the primordial spirit and generates spiritual light.

At the Great Master realm, there are nine layers of primordial light.

The primordial spirit grows strong, its radiance shines like fire, the body is refined in the furnace, and the inner elixir is forged.

Upon reaching the highest level of fasting, one will attain the nine transformations of inner alchemy.

Now that Zhang Fan's primordial spirit has undergone a transformation and leap forward, the true fire that descends is naturally more powerful, tempering the inner core and causing layers of impurities to detach and seep out.

The energy of this inner core was condensed and compressed once more, and terrifying fluctuations stirred up layers of energy ripples that radiated outwards from Zhang Fan as the center.

"He...he broke through again!?"

Everyone who witnessed this felt their scalp tingle, and their trembling faces revealed expressions of disbelief.

The realm of fasting is a supreme and wondrous state that countless people dream of.

To enter this realm, one needs countless accumulations, profound knowledge, and years of cultivation to even have a one in a million chance of achieving something.

However, refining the inner elixir is both a milestone and a new beginning.

It requires the skill of ink painting, day and night cultivation, and the refining of the inner elixir through nine cycles before there is any hope of attaining the Pure Yang realm.

Ancient masters of Daoist alchemy, upon reaching this level, would distance themselves from the mundane world, retreat to deep mountains, and cultivate their inner elixir with the perseverance of water dripping through stone.

Therefore, unless one has an extraordinary stroke of luck, it can take anywhere from ten to several decades to achieve anything significant in just one turn of the wheel.

Zhang Fan had just entered the [Zhai Shou] realm, and he actually broke through again?

This is equivalent to ten years of hard work by someone else!

hum...

Sure enough, under the tempering of the primordial spirit's true fire, his inner core shrank by a size compared to before, and a "golden pattern" reappeared on its surface, like incense smoke swirling around, like clouds gathering, mysterious and indescribable.

The inner alchemy system has nine cycles, divided into nine grades.

The first rank is the lowest, and the ninth rank is the highest.

A ninth-grade inner elixir, with its surface covered in golden patterns, is a golden elixir. Going a step further, the golden elixir nourishes the primordial spirit, giving rise to a dharma form, which is the realm of the abbot.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit surged, and his inner core also entered the [second grade] category.

"A second-rank head of the vegetarian sect!?"

Shen Mingchan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Now that the Dharma-ending Age has arrived, it will be difficult for great cultivators to emerge in the world. Out of hundreds of millions of cultivators, perhaps only one or two will be able to attain that profound and supreme state.

But for that man, cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking. The profound and wondrous realms did not require years of accumulation, yet they were readily available. In his primordial spirit, all the laws bloomed like a profusion of flowers.

"A born an anomaly? Who exactly is he?!" Zhuang Yumin frowned, her eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Zhang Fan.

Throughout history, those who have achieved great things despite their extraordinary circumstances have always emerged in response to the times, and their extraordinary abilities are beyond comprehension.

At this moment, she actually saw in Zhang Fan the shadows of ancient times, those great alchemists, and terrestrial immortals.

The only difference is that those were just legends, while what we see now is reality.

"How is it? Is he dead?"

Just then, Zhang Wuming stepped forward. He could naturally see that Zhang Fan had undergone a complete transformation and was no longer the same.

However, right now, what he cares about most is the Three Corpses Calamity.

"I don't know," Zhang Fan said softly, shaking his head.

"You don't know what that means?" Zhang Wuming frowned.

“He may not be dead, but he’s definitely not alive,” Zhang Fan said, uttering a profound statement.

Zhang Wuming raised an eyebrow, even more puzzled.

In fact, Zhang Fan couldn't be certain either, but it was undeniable that the Three Corpse Gods had indeed annihilated in the golden substance.

The moment this "fact" occurred, his primordial spirit was sublimated, like quantum entanglement, waxing and waning.

That's why Zhang Fan's primordial spirit underwent such a mysterious transformation.

"I've realized now that whether he lives or dies isn't important, but his death is truly important." Zhang Fan had tasted the sweetness of success and was starting to enjoy it more.

"Um!?"

Zhang Wuming's expression hardened slightly, feeling that Zhang Fan seemed to have changed, not only in his cultivation level but also in his mentality and thoughts.

This idea seems somewhat dangerous.

The mountains and fields are all within sight, with the pale moon and flowing clouds.

A multitude of gazes lay dormant, holding their breath and not daring to look directly at Zhang Fan.

Shen Mingchan, in particular, desperately wanted to leave, but his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't move an inch. He was afraid that if he moved, he would attract the attention of the great demon king in front of him.

call……

Just then, Zhang Fan moved. He walked toward Yu Xuanji's mangled body, which was now only half a head, lying in a pool of blood.

"Fallen petals reflect the fading crimson... What a pity, your path ends here." Zhang Fan sighed softly.

Suddenly, the remaining half of the head shattered, turning into a cloud of charred dust. At the same time, a cloud of silvery-white energy slowly rose and landed in Zhang Fan's palm, gathering together like a bead.

"The Dragon Pearl of Tongluo Mountain!?"

All eyes turned intensely fixed on it, for it was the essence accumulated over five years by the dragon vein of Tongluo Mountain, a treasure coveted by all parties at this Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly.

Whoever obtains this "Dragon Ball" will become the master of this first blessed land.

"So this treasure had already fallen into Yu Xuanji's hands long ago!?"

A sudden realization dawned on everyone.

It must be said that this descendant of Sanqing Mountain is truly blessed with extraordinary luck and possesses exceptional skills. While they were fighting to the death here, this woman had already quietly obtained the essence of the Tongluo Mountain dragon vein.

No wonder her head was so hard; it was probably because of this "Dragon Ball" that she was able to keep half of her head intact even in that [Divine Light of the Spirit Platform].

Unfortunately, she met Zhang Fan.

In the end, all they achieve is death and the fading of their spiritual essence, merely serving as a stepping stone for others.

"So it was here with her." Zhang Wuming looked at the silvery-white stream of energy and couldn't help but sigh.

Having obtained this treasure, their mission at this Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly would be complete.

Tongluo Mountain, this first blessed land, will be the foundation for their mortal sect to establish itself in Xijiang.

"The elixir is the supreme treasure of the physical body, its refinement leading to endless transformations. Furthermore, it delves into the true essence of nature, revealing the wondrous function of non-birth..."

Suddenly, a soft, gentle voice rang out, echoing through the quiet mountains.

As the sound faded, the deep mountains suddenly felt clear and bright, with the chirping of insects and the calls of birds echoing in one's ears. Looking up, the bright moon shone even brighter.

"At such a young age, he has already achieved great success in cultivating his life force, comprehended the mysteries of inner alchemy, and entered the realm of the head of the fast."

The voice rang out again, suddenly right beside me.

As everyone looked up, not far away, on a stone tree, a figure appeared out of thin air. His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his face was as handsome as jade, and his demeanor was elegant and refined. His temperament seemed to blend into the Cangshan Mountains.

"Uncle Fei!?"

Shen Mingchan was most excited when he saw the person who came. He clenched his fists as if he had grasped a lifeline and let out a roar. His tense nerves relaxed instantly.

Saved!
"Fei Liangren!?"

Zhuang Yumin and Lin Haitang both felt a jolt in their hearts. They exchanged a glance, and a deep sense of solemnity appeared on their beautiful faces.

They came from prominent families and naturally knew the famous masters of Xijiang like the back of their hand.

Fei Liangren is a great master of [Gezao Mountain], with the cultivation level of a sect leader.

It should be noted that Celestial Masters are extremely rare, and not every mountain or sect has them.

For most sects, having a high-ranking master in charge is already a great honor.

At the Great Master level, one can participate in the affairs of local Taoist sects.

If there is a master of the Zhaishou realm present, then everyone must give them face, and all matters, big and small, in the area must be communicated to them.

As for the abbot...

Without a Celestial Master, one is virtually invincible. Although Gezao Mountain was once one of the Three Mountains of Talismans and the ancestral home of the Lingbao Sect, it has long since declined and no Celestial Master-level experts remain.

In other words, Fei Liangren is the strongest fighter in Gezao Mountain.

"Has the competition for the First Blessed Land escalated to this level?" Zhuang Yumin sighed inwardly.

Although she had considered that the battle for Tongluo Mountain might involve a powerful figure at the level of the "Master," the oppressive feeling of such a being standing in front of her still made her heart pound with fear.

"Uncle-Master, he stole the Dragon Pearl!" Shen Mingchan exclaimed, pulling everyone back to reality.

"In his early twenties, he was able to comprehend the realm of the head of the vegetarian sect."

Fei Liangren seemed not to hear, his curious gaze sweeping over Zhang Fan from head to toe.

"Such talent is rare throughout history; even the legendary master Chaoran was no more than this."

"Tsk tsk..." Fei Liangren was more and more amazed as he looked.

"Who trained you?"

"This junior belongs to no sect or school," Zhang Fan said calmly.

"The Zhang family?" Fei Liangren suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

In this land, all the incredible things that happen are inextricably linked to that ancient, thousand-year-old lineage, the family of immortals.

"This junior is Zhao Jiexuan," Zhang Fan said softly.

"It's alright, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

Fei Liangren shook his head and whispered, "I consider how difficult your cultivation has been. Hand over the dragon pearl and I will let you leave."

"Uncle Master!"

Shen Mingchan panicked upon hearing this.

As long as Zhang Fan was alive, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles; it was a nightmare for him.

"Shut up," Fei Liangren shouted sternly.

"What if I don't pay?" Zhang Fan asked, holding up the ball of silvery-white energy. His question made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

Even those at the highest level of spiritual attainment are like ants before the abbot. To dare to refuse him outright is astonishing, regardless of anything else.

“Young man, your courage is commendable.” Fei Liangren nodded and said, “But to have achieved so much at such a young age, if I were you, I would be even more arrogant than you.”

As he spoke, Fei Liangren laughed: "But that's not a reason for you to refuse."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp aura soared into the sky. The aura was not terrifying, but it permeated the Cangshan Mountain and filled the heavens and earth.

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. This was the fluctuation of the primordial spirit. However, even for him, in front of this primordial spirit, it was like a mortal looking at the vast ocean, feeling that it was boundless and unfathomable.

"This is the realm of the Abbot!?" Zhang Fan exclaimed inwardly.

Upon entering the realm of the observer, the primordial spirit gives rise to a Dharma form, reversing the changes of the acquired world and breaking free from the shackles of the mortal realm.

That power has already transcended the realm of ordinary primordial spirits.

Rumble…

Fei Liangren's aura was as vast as the four seas and omnipresent. He did not reveal the mystery of his primordial spirit, but everyone's primordial spirit was under the influence of his aura.

"As expected, there is no end to cultivation." A sense of powerlessness rose in Zhang Fan's heart.

I thought that reaching the level of the first master of the vegetarian sect was a remarkable achievement, but there are even higher peaks above it.

"I can't beat them!" A bitter feeling welled up in Zhang Wuming's heart.

The difference between a fasting leader and a temple abbot is self-evident.

“Young man, since you refuse to bow your head, then I shall teach you.”

Fei Liangren's voice rang in Zhang Fan's ears. Suddenly, he appeared in front of Zhang Fan, his gaze leisurely, and he reached out a hand towards Zhang Fan.

"All the scriptures on alchemy speak the same thing: the golden elixir is the very foundation. Once refined, this spiritual treasure is difficult for people to recognize; I, in the human world, opened the primordial chaos!"

Just then, a soft whisper echoed from the empty valley.

Fei Liangren's raised hand stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Fan's gaze was also drawn to the voice.

All eyes turned to look, and there they saw a path seemingly paved out by the bright moonlight deep in the Cangshan Mountains.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent tiger slowly walked in under the moonlight, and on its back sat a young man, his clothes tattered, his feet bare, his forehead full, and his spirit exuding a sense of vastness.

"Xu Jinian!"

Xu Jinian arrived riding a tiger from the deep mountains under the pale moon.

"Who are you?" Shen Mingchan shouted angrily, feeling irritated by Fei Liangren's sudden stop.

"If he suffers a calamity, I will bear it!"

As Xu Jinian rode on the tiger, he looked at Zhang Fan with sincerity. Suddenly, clouds and mist surged around him, intertwining and unfolding like talismans, revealing profound and subtle secrets.

"This is……"

Fei Liangren's eyes trembled, and his hands, which had been suspended in mid-air, involuntarily fell down. As he looked at the surging and unpredictable clouds, a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

Cloud-like seal script, celestial writing.

As the strongest fighter in Gezao Mountain, he could naturally tell that it was the supreme secret technique passed down by the Lingbao Sect for a long time.

The swirling clouds symbolize naturally formed characters, connecting the three realms, opening the heavenly gates with talismans, and revealing the divine methods of immortals.

Since the destruction of the Lingbao Sect's altar, this supreme talismanic art has been lost.

Who could have imagined that today, this would reappear in the hands of a young man?

At this moment, Fei Liangren's excitement was beyond imagination.

So what if it's the most blessed place?
What about the essence of the dragon vein?
How could any of these compare to the Lingbao Sect's lineage, its ancestral teachings, and its traditions?
"Uncle Master..."

Seeing Fei Liangren's absent-minded look, Shen Mingchan sensed something was wrong, but still spoke up to remind him.

"Heaven has not forsaken my Lingbao!"

"Heaven has not forsaken my Lingbao!"

Fei Liangren murmured softly, his voice trembling, and tears glistening in his eyes. He thought of the admonitions left by the founder of his sect, and he understood them clearly. However, he did not say anything, but instead abandoned Zhang Fan and walked towards Xu Jinian, bowing to him.

This scene was astonishing, shocking everyone.

How could a powerful and dignified abbot bow down and worship an unknown youth?

What's happening here?
Is this world crazy?
"Hahaha, the Patriarch of Gezao Mountain once said that a Middle Patriarch will emerge in the future, greatly promoting Lingbao for three hundred years..."

"Little Fei, do you think it's this kid?"

Suddenly, an old man's laughter rang out.

Under the moonlight, a tall figure, like a soaring eagle, landed in the deep valley.

He was an old man with a head of white hair interspersed with a few strands of black hair. He was strong and healthy, and his cloudy eyes reflected the vicissitudes of time.

At a glance, one can tell that this is a centenarian.

"Master Yuan!" Fei Liangren turned around, startled.

Yuan Zhuliu was a Celestial Master of Sanqing Mountain.

Logically speaking, during the Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly and the competition for blessed lands, experts at the Celestial Master level should not be allowed to intervene, because in the Xijiang region, only Sanqing Mountain has a Celestial Master in charge.

"The Central Ancestor of Lingbao!?"

Yuan Zhuliu didn't even glance at Fei Liangren. Instead, his gaze fell on Xu Jinian with a forced smile, seemingly disdainful of such a prophecy.

"senior……"

Fei Liangren panicked and quickly stood in front of Xu Jinian, afraid that his precious son might suffer some loss.

"Petty."

Yuan Zhuliu chuckled softly. His target didn't seem to be Xu Jinian. He turned around and his cold gaze fell on Zhang Fan.

"Young man, you killed Xuanji!?"

These words immediately put everyone on edge.

Only then did they realize that Zhang Fan had killed a disciple of Sanqing Mountain, and the man before them was the Celestial Master of Sanqing Mountain.

"It's over." Zhuang Yumin's heart skipped a beat.

At this point, even if you immediately kneel down and beg for mercy, it will be useless. Killing someone's successor is even worse than killing their son or daughter.

That would be a fight to the death.

No wonder Yuan Zhuliu, a master of the Heavenly Master level, personally took action and descended upon Tongluo Mountain.

The Celestial Master's anger was unquenchable.

"I killed him, so what?"

Zhang Fan's reply stunned everyone. Deep in the Cangshan Mountains, all was silent, and everyone's breath seemed to stop.

Even Fei Liangren unconsciously looked at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with shock and admiration; a thousand words could be summed up in two:
Kind of!

“Your courage is commendable, but you can die now,” Yuan Zhuliu said indifferently.

His sharp gaze was like a death warrant for Zhang Fan. As the Celestial Master of Sanqing Mountain, he didn't care how talented you were. If you committed a capital crime, there was no way out.

"Oh no!" Zhang Wuming's expression changed drastically, and he raised his hand to push Zhang Fan away.

"When the dragon and snake unite, heaven and earth are overturned!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan uttered a soft voice, and his primordial spirit reappeared between his brows. He clasped his hands together and at the same time slammed the dragon ball in his palms onto the ground.

Rumble…

The silvery-white airflow, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, immediately disappeared into the depths of the earth.

At that moment, the vast Tongluo Mountain trembled, and a terrifying sound came from the ancient cave in the deep mountains that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years, startling heaven and earth and shaking the mountains and rivers.

"Finally out!"

(End of this chapter)