Pure Yang!

Chapter 479 A Thousand Years, Transcendence, Three Corpses! Who Reaches the Pinnacle?
The following day, Tianjin Gukou International Airport.

Zhang Fan booked a flight to Chang'an for 9:00 AM, and Xu Jiuzhi and Xu Jiuliu, a brother and sister, came to see him off.

"Brother Fan, you should stay a couple more days," Xu Jiuliu said, somewhat reluctantly.

In just a few days, he experienced the most significant changes and turning points in his life, transforming from an insignificant disciple of the Xu family into the hope and lifeline of the Xu family's future—all because of Zhang Fan's appearance.

"A good man should have ambitions beyond his hometown; he need not act like a child."

Zhang Fan took the luggage from Xu Jiuliu and patted him on the shoulder.

"We will meet again if fate allows. I hope that when we meet again, you will be able to stand on your own."

"I will." Xu Jiuliu nodded heavily.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from Xu Jiuzhi, Zhang Fan was the only peer he could trust.

"Take care along the way."

Xu Jiuzhi looked at Zhang Fan without saying much; she had already said everything she needed to say last night.

She looked at Zhang Fan, her beautiful eyes filled with openness and blessings.

"You too."

Zhang Fan nodded.

Xu Jiuzhi reached out her hand, and Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment before grasping it.

The two exchanged a smile, and Zhang Fan picked up his luggage, turned around, and left.

"Sister... Brother Fan is really gone."

Xu Jiuliu watched Zhang Fan's figure gradually disappear, then turned to look at Xu Jiuzhi's following gaze, and couldn't help but say, "You..."

“Little brother, you should be able to tell that he’s not from our world.”

As she spoke, Xu Jiuzhi slowly withdrew her gaze.

"He has a deep connection with my Xu family, but it's always kept to a minimum."

Xu Jiuzhi is right.

Zhang Fan's relationship with the Xu family can be described as very close.

His grandmother came from the Xu family, and this blood relationship was hard to sever.

Xu Xuanguan was a sworn brother of his grandfather, and he received Xu Xuanguan's help when they were in Huizhou.

As for his college years, even his girlfriends came from the Xu family.

Such a fate is truly wondrous, as if it were predestined, and one cannot avoid it.

In the past two days, Zhang Fan has met with many people.

He met with Xu Changshou and told him to stay in Tianjin and help Xu Jiuzhi.

He also met Xu Zhixia. They talked about the past and looked at the present. Their feelings were different. They had completely ended their relationship. From then on, their lives would never cross paths again.

Just as Zhang Fan said, life's trajectory rolls forward, and she should look forward and move forward.

In addition, he even met with the Xu brothers, Xu Yinhe and Xu Yindeng. They were sincere in admitting their mistakes and hoped that Zhang Fan could forgive and forget the past grievances.

Zhang Fan naturally didn't care about this. To him, the Xu brothers' little squabble was nothing at all.

The last person Zhang Fan saw in Tianjin was Xu Xuanguan.

Last night, the old man, who had left the Xu family for sixty years, finally returned to the old house, the place where he grew up, and had a long talk with his brother whom he had not seen for decades.

All grudges, affections, and rifts seemed to vanish with the dust of time in that moment, leaving only brotherhood and the favor of time.

Finally, Xu Xuanguan and Zhang Fan had a short private chat.

Thus, just as Xu Jiuzhi said, Zhang Fan and the Xu family had a deep connection, but it ended there.

His relationship with the Xu family has temporarily come to an end, and perhaps for a long time, they will not have any further contact.

"sister……"

Xu Jiuliu was somewhat dazed. For some reason, he felt empty inside. For the first time in his life, he, a young man, felt the impermanence of life and the inevitable coming together and parting.

"Just as he said, we who seek the Way need not act like children."

Xu Jiuzhi let out a long breath.

At that moment, she felt as if she had put down a heavy burden and felt incredibly relaxed.

Those who cultivate the Tao are both deeply emotional and detached from their true nature; these two aspects originate from the same source and neither can be dispensed with.

Xu Jiuliu was stunned for a moment. Looking at his sister, with whom he had lived for nearly twenty years, he suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with her.

Little did he know that at this very moment, Xu Jiuzhi had finally begun to grasp the essence of the Dao.

"Let's go back!"

Xu Jiuzhi turned around, hooked her arm around Xu Jiuliu's shoulder, and supported him as they gradually disappeared into the flow of people.

……

Rumble…

A silver-white plane streaked across the sky, and Zhang Fan sat by the window, watching Tianjin gradually disappear into the distance.

He gained a lot from this trip; his cultivation level improved, and the third stage of inner alchemy was secondary.

Most importantly, he refined the Water Palace, which can be said to be one of the greatest legacies Zhang Tiansheng left him.

Hidden here, he was practically invincible.

That water palace was his last resort and his biggest trump card.

Besides that, Zhang Fan's biggest gain was obtaining clues about the Corpse-Slaying Sword.

As one of the nine weapons, this sword is very likely the key to defeating the Three Corpse Gods.

Even with his Pure Yang Limitless Realm, Chu Chaoran spent sixty years failing to slay the Three Corpse Gods of the Three Corpse Daoist. Zhang Fan did not believe that he had truly eliminated that thing at Tongluo Mountain.

Just like what the transcendent master said to him on Zhenwu Mountain that day.

Even if the light is blocked, the shadow will only disappear temporarily, and one day it will reappear.

The Three Corpse Gods are the immortal substances condensed through the cultivation of the [Three Corpse Illumination of Fate].

However, unlike the other seven laws, this immortal substance is...

Live!

"I hope this trip to Chang'an will be fruitful," Zhang Fan said thoughtfully.

When he fed the black iron sheet with the golden substance, the view he saw was undoubtedly the Zhongnan Mountains.

Holding the most crucial clue, the Corpse-Slaying Sword was destined to be his, and everything was traceable.

"The Three Corpses... the Three Corpses..."

Zhang Fan looked out the window and murmured to himself, suddenly remembering the conversation Xu Xuanguan had with him the night before.

Aside from the pleasantries and the elders' care and praise for the younger generation, there was one part that Zhang Fan found particularly interesting.

"You've been inside the Water Palace?" Xu Xuanguan's question echoed in Zhang Fan's mind.

“I won’t ask about anything else. Your grandfather has his reasons for making these arrangements. I just want to know if he left anything for you in the Water Mansion.”

What does "Second Uncle" refer to?

“I know that your grandfather left behind many legacies, perhaps not just the Water Mansion, but there is one thing that is extremely important. If you see it, give it to me.”

"Please enlighten me, Second Uncle."

"A pill..."

"The Three Corpse Essence Pill!"

Xu Xuanguan's voice lingered in Zhang Fan's mind. He clearly remembered that when those four words were mentioned, the sharp light that surged in Xu Xuanguan's deep eyes was like lightning in the night, illuminating Zhang Fan's mind as if trying to see through him.

"Second Uncle, my grandfather did not leave any Three Corpse Elixir in the Water Mansion."

Zhang Fan's answer was truly sincere.

“The Three Corpse Essence Pill… Could it be that the Three Corpse Essence Pill I accidentally ate when I was little wasn’t my mother’s, but was left by my grandfather?” Zhang Fan pondered. Li Linglong was a descendant of the previous generation, and the Three Corpse Essence Pill was found in his mother’s trunk, so Zhang Fan had always assumed that the Three Corpse Essence Pill belonged to Li Linglong.

"The Three Corpse Core... Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've explored the memories of the Three Corpse Core."

With this in mind, Zhang Fan slowly closed his eyes, and his primordial spirit arrived at the deepest part of the inner landscape.

The darkness was endless, like a boundless abyss.

The clanging of heavy chains echoed through the chaotic world, and the colossal figure, like the sole giant in this desolate world, writhed and struggled...

Without uttering a word, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit took a step forward and walked towards the chaotic abyss, towards that colossal figure.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the enormous figure burst open, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly transforming into a raging torrent that swept in.

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit plunged into the raging torrent, where he saw endless streams of light flashing by, like meteors falling in the night sky.

hum...

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit suddenly raised his hand, grabbed a streak of light haphazardly, and easily crushed it.

Immediately afterwards, the burst of light transformed into a huge vortex, within which countless lights and shadows flickered.

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit suddenly sank and fell into the vortex.

In an instant, those long-forgotten years transformed into light and shadow, appearing before Zhang Fan's primordial spirit.

……

Deep in the mountains, clouds and mist lock the azure dragon, while a bright moon shines over the heavens.

At the summit of the mountain, the gale ceased, and all was quiet.

The world seemed like a stagnant pool, so quiet that you could hear a person breathing.

At this moment, a rapid breathing sound rang out and grew louder and louder. On this quiet and deathly peak, it sounded like thunderclaps, piercing the eardrums.

"The mysteries of heaven and earth, the creation of the universe, are always so unfathomable..."

Suddenly, a deep, mysterious sound echoed across the vast and secluded mountain peak.

“Yan Wang? The stray dog ​​of yesteryear is now hailed as the Dao Ancestor. Who would have thought that an ordinary black dog could cultivate to such a level?”

The deep, mysterious voice rang out once more. The clouds dispersed, revealing a figure standing atop the summit, seemingly hidden in the shadows. The surrounding space itself was distorting and pulsating…

"In ten years, I'm afraid no demon or ghost in the world will be able to suppress you."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, majestic and towering, seemingly about to shatter the nine heavens and crush the moonlight.

From the pool of blood, a young man dressed in black slowly rose to his feet. He was covered in blood, but his aura remained wild and violent.

Such power, even if it's just a fleeting glimpse of light and shadow, inspires awe and dread.

“Take one more step, and you’ll die,” the mysterious figure said calmly.

Amidst the pool of blood, the young man in black suddenly narrowed his eyes, revealing a fierce glint, and was about to take that step.

"He won't die."

Just then, a detached voice resounded across the vast summit, as clouds surged and rolled like a raging sea.

At that moment, even the moonlight seemed to brighten by a third.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man walked over from a distance. Judging from his appearance, he was around thirty or forty years old, with sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and deep eyes that held the vicissitudes of time.

"Chu Chaoran!" King Yan exclaimed upon seeing the newcomer.

"Chu Chaoran, you've finally arrived."

The mysterious figure turned around and looked at the newcomer. He showed no surprise and his words revealed a sense of long-awaited joy.

"I am coming."

"Chu Chaoran, you are also someone who is qualified to wait with me."

“Millennial demon, many years ago, you said you would wait for us at the summit.”

Just then, Chu Chaoran spoke up.

At forty years old, Chu Chaoran was at the height of his power, embodying the purest and most boundless Yang energy.

"Today, I will see who it is on that summit."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Chaoran stood there, and suddenly, the world became bright and clear, as if a great sun had risen into the sky. Its radiance washed over the eternal sky and obscured the bright moon.

Such a sight even made the distant King Yan's eyes light up with a hint of infatuation.

"A forty-year-old reaching the Pure Yang Limitless Realm is a rarity throughout history... Such talent is comparable to that of Lu Zu back then," the mysterious figure exclaimed.

As he spoke, the mysterious figure's eyes suddenly flickered, and he looked behind Chu Chaoran.

From the shadows, another figure emerged, dressed in rags, barefoot, with long, disheveled hair, exuding a whirlwind of madness and harmony.

Such contradictory qualities simultaneously appeared on that man, as if time had stood still on him, and a few strands of white hair revealed the ruthlessness of the great Dao.

"Three Corpse Taoist, you've come too," the mysterious figure said with satisfaction.

"Is this your source of confidence?"

“I stand with him, and no one in the world can say a word against it, including you,” Chu Chaoran said calmly.

"No need to rush."

Just then, the Three Corpse Taoist slowly raised his hand and walked to Chu Chaoran's side. His gaze was calm as he looked at the thousand-year-old demon.

The two looked at each other, saying nothing.

All thoughts cease as if they had stopped, and all things arise and perish like the tide.

After a long while, the ancient demon's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Number one in the world, truly worthy of being called number one in the world..."

"It's a pity that your time is coming to an end, and you never got to live to see the proper order of time," the ancient demon suddenly lamented.

"Invincible under heaven, yet ultimately becoming a swan song..."

"The next sixty years will be your invincible reign."

As he spoke, the ancient demon turned his gaze to Chu Chaoran, whose expression remained unchanged, but whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if the world had turned upside down and a single thought could not be undone.

"No need to rush."

Suddenly, the Three Corpse Taoist spoke again.

"We still have time."

"Time? I know you are a genius, having cultivated the Great Divine Division Technique and can also forcibly refine the Lesser Divine Division Technique. If you find a Saint Seed, you might be able to live another life." The thousand-year-old demon sighed.

Generally speaking, if one has mastered the Great Divided Spirit Technique, one cannot master the Lesser Divided Spirit Technique.

However, the Three Corpse Taoist was an exception; all rules and common sense seemed to be useless to him.

"It's a pity. You're just too strong. You've mastered the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, separated the Three Corpses, and your primordial spirit has become extraordinary. Even the Holy Seed can no longer fully realize its wonders," the thousand-year-old demon sighed.

“I know,” the Three Corpse Taoist said in a low voice, “So, I’ve thought of another way.”

"Another way?" The ancient demon's voice deepened.

"I left behind a Three Corpse Essence Pill, a unique Three Corpse Essence Pill, right here in this mortal world, in this turbid human realm..."

"You're welcome to go find that ancient demon. If you do, then I'll admit defeat..."

"If we can't find it, then we'll meet again someday."

"Then...we'll see who reigns supreme."

Rumble…

The words of the Three Corpses Taoist echoed between heaven and earth, vanishing like smoke and dissipating like clouds as the endless light and shadow dissipated.

(End of this chapter)