Pure Yang!

Chapter 486 The Second Night of Darkness! A Life-or-Death Situation

The dark underground world, the black, viscous swamp, is like boiling scarlet blood.

A pink, thick body was writhing, grotesque, and roaring, creating a terrifying spectacle that shook the earth and caused cracks to appear on the surrounding rock walls.

Such a fierce aura seemed poised to break through the barrier of this place, allowing the foul-smelling swamp to engulf the entire Yin Ruins.

"The Great Spirit King...it's definitely that man's aura...has he returned?"

A sound that sounded exactly like a human roar came from that pink and muscular body.

Suddenly, the enormous body burst out of the swamp, revealing its true form.

Its body resembles a long worm, but it has no face or head. Its body is covered with segmented rings and constantly secretes a viscous liquid that dissolves into the swamp.

At this moment, a crack faintly appeared at its very top, retaining an indelible aura of dominance.

At the same time, a faint wisp of spiritual light flickered in the abdomen of that enormous body, shimmering with an immortal golden glow.

The inner core of a great demon.

This signifies the great achievement of one's life-force cultivation and the attainment of a demonic path.

The cultivation methods of demons and ghosts differ from those of humans.

When they possess a human body, they are more likely to experience rejection reactions than ordinary human cultivators. Even a slight reaction can damage their primordial spirit, and in severe cases, all their cultivation and years of hard work will be in vain.

Therefore, for a spirit to possess a human body and transform into a demon, it needs to condense its essence into an inner core to envelop its primordial spirit. In this way, when it enters the physical body, it can isolate itself from the rejection reaction.

However, this kind of internal elixir is not a true Taoist internal elixir; it can only be called a fake elixir.

In the past, in rural areas, if a large centipede, worm, or snake was found in a house, it would be killed and its belly cut open. A bead resembling a bullet would be found inside. This bead was a fake core formed by a spirit, indicating that it was ready to possess another body and become a demon. All it lacked was a human body.

Generally, when a spirit reaches the third stage of the nine realms of Taoist cultivation, namely the "Mysterious Master," it can form a false elixir.

Only when one truly masters the cultivation of life force and enters the realm of the Supreme Master, when heavenly thunder and fire descend, one can use the false to cultivate the true and refine the true elixir amidst the tribulations.

That's what a true great demon looks like.

His demonic arts were highly accomplished, surpassing even the most powerful Taoist masters.

Clearly, what resides within the black swamp is a true great demon.

"Lord Qiu, you have already been fortunate enough to occupy this Black Pool, so why are you angry?"

Just then, another resounding hum echoed, like a raging wind, shaking the rock walls.

The ground trembled, and not far away, a huge black serpent rode across the eerie mist, its scales gleaming with a metallic sheen, and a ball of spiritual light flickering on its belly, emitting an immortal golden glow.

Most peculiarly, its forehead bone protrudes high, as if it has grown a single horn, and its terrifying aura is no less than that of the Earthworm.

"Mingshan, you can't sense it, but I won't mistake it. The Great Spirit Sect King... that man has returned..." Qiu Hou roared.

Suddenly, the thick, foul-smelling swamp boiled, and a figure emerged from it, with disheveled black hair and a fierce glint in his eyes.

This is the Great Demon Earthworm Lord, and the enormous pink body is his true form.

“Back then, when the Great Spirit King entered the second [Great Night Without Light] calamity, he hid in the Yin Ruins and was about to escape the calamity, but you became the calamity that caused him to escape it.” Mingshan chuckled softly.

In the dead of night, when all is dark, the world is filled with calamity. How could one escape such a calamity without any setbacks?
Back then, when Zhang Lingzong was about to escape his calamity by relying on his life-giving root, he encountered this giant earthworm, which crawled out from the ground and tried to snatch his life-giving root, nearly swallowing and destroying it completely.

“This is fate, it is destined that I am his calamity…” Qiu Hou said in a deep voice.

Unfortunately, he failed to seize this destiny. His fate was reversed, and he himself suffered a calamity. Otherwise, if he had been able to devour the Great Spirit King and enjoy the primordial spirit refined by the [Divine Demon Holy Embryo], his achievements would be far greater than they are today.

"Without such an opportunity, how could you have mastered demonic arts, refined a true elixir, and even occupied this Black Pool in just over twenty years?"

Mingshan stared at the boiling pool with a look of deep longing, unable to hide his envy.

Demons and ghosts cultivate much more slowly than humans. Over twenty years, the life-or-death pressure imposed by the Great Spirit Sect King finally forced this giant earthworm to take the most crucial step.

In addition, his luck seemed to be rising, and he even took over this black pool.

The Yin Ruins have given birth to countless treasures and secret realms.

Such is the case in areas affected by windstorms.

The same applies to the Black Pool Swamp. Being able to occupy this Black Pool increases one's strength almost exponentially, making one fearless even in this Yin Ruins.

Originally, Mingshan also wanted to compete for this black pool, but fate did not favor him.

Rumble…

Qiu Hou didn't say much. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent, as if he was still sensing the aura of the "Great Spirit King".

"Lord Qiu, are you confused? What level of cultivation does the Great Spirit Sect King possess today? He is at the Celestial Master realm, having already become a god or demon. If you want revenge, you are only courting death," Mingshan suddenly said.

"Moreover, if the Great Spirit King really returns, how could I not sense his aura? I'm afraid the entire Yinxu will be shaken."

Mingshan's words instantly calmed Qiuhou down. He used his primordial spirit to observe and carefully sensed that there was indeed something different about him; it was not the aura of a Celestial Master.

"I understand. Someone has entered the Yin Ruins with the Great Spirit King's natal artifact," Qiu Hou suddenly said in a deep voice.

"A natal item!?" Mingshan seemed to be deep in thought.

“Even if this person is not a close relative of the Great Spirit Sect King, he must have a great deal of influence,” Qiu Hou sneered.

"What is the purpose of this move?" Mingshan asked in a deep voice.

"What else could it be for? To be so ostentatious, using one's natal object as a lure, one must naturally be looking for something connected to it." Qiu Hou's smile grew even wider.

"You mean..."

“Your lifeline!?” Mingshan said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, good fortune... Fate is indeed still on my side. More than twenty years ago, I failed, but I never expected that more than twenty years later, I would still have a chance."

"This treasure should rightfully belong to me."

The Earthworm roared to the sky, turned around, and leaped into the black swamp, its enormous, writhing body disappearing into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the black pool disappeared underground amidst violent tremors.

As Mingshan gazed at the flat ground that had been restored to its original state, a longing gleam appeared in his scarlet eyes.

"This is also my opportunity."

As it spoke, the black scales of its enormous body trembled with a buzzing sound, and its high-raised head suddenly plunged into the ground, its ferocious horn smashing through the path.

In the billowing dust, Mingshan also disappeared.

……

At this very moment, in the heart of Yinxu.

The precious blood, like pearls, shimmered with surging flames. In a daze, An Wuyang's figure became blurred, as if merging into the endless light, no longer distinguishable from the other.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit resonated with the same familiar aura.

Within that distinct flame, there seemed to be black and white energies surging, like daytime and like a long night, heaven and earth standing side by side, transforming into gods and demons, originally the elixir of immortality born over ten thousand years.

"Nine layers of earth lie in eternal night, the dark cave is devoid of light and dust..."

"A single drop of precious blood gives birth to all things, and through countless tribulations, one is tempered at the gates of life and death..."

Suddenly, An Wuyang formed a hand seal, his primordial spirit pulsed, and he chanted incantations.

"True fire burns away the realm of ignorance, gods and demons are destroyed in the darkness. If you wish to ask about the true secret of immortality, this body is originally the King of Light."

Rumble…

At that moment, An Wuyang's body shone brightly, illuminating the dim underground world. The precious blood floating in front of him burned fiercely, and the rising flames, like a long rainbow, pierced through the vast void and disappeared into the depths of Yinxu.

"go!"

With a soft shout, An Wuyang followed the rainbow's guidance and sped away.

Zhang Fan took a step forward and followed.

A crimson rainbow, like a shooting star, pierced through the thick fog and poisonous miasma with its terrifying aura. It was like a life-saving charm, carrying the two of them deep into the dark and gloomy ruins.

“My father from ten years ago!” Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed to a single line; he could sense Zhang Lingzong’s aura from this drop of precious blood.

That was Zhang Lingzong ten years ago, the Great Lingzong King back then, who was far more powerful and terrifying than Zhang Fan is now.

The Snake once told Zhang Fan, "You have no idea how many hardships your father has gone through and how much pain he has endured in his life."

It is because of those calamities and sufferings that we have the Great Spirit King of today.

"The greater the achievement, the greater the calamity..."

"This body has not endured countless eons; how can it become an immortal or god in this lifetime!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's demeanor changed. His thoughts and will seemed to be transformed by the precious blood flame, turning and twisting like a diamond being forged.

This is great courage to face danger without fear.

This is an undefeated supernatural power.

This is also the supreme Daoist heart that rises above tribulations.

"Um!?"

Just then, An Wuyang seemed to sense something and subconsciously glanced back.

At just one glance, his brow twitched, and he felt as if a light was appearing in Zhang Fan's spiritual center, refining his primordial spirit and illuminating the ten directions.

"Why is he doing this again..."

An Wuyang's eye twitched. In the short time it took to travel, he sensed that Zhang Fan's primordial spirit had been sublimated again.

"..."

This kind of spiritual practice is truly as natural as eating and drinking.

Rumble…

Just then, the long rainbow of flames came to an abrupt halt, and a strange fragrance permeated the dim underground world.

Zhang Fan and An Wuyang suddenly stopped, and saw a huge, sunken valley appear in front of them.

Endless fluorescent light floated in the air, illuminating the dark valley.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan walked over and saw that the valley was full of all kinds of flowers, some of which he had never even seen before.

Flowers bloom, flowers bloom.

These flowers bloom and wither, wither and bloom again; a thought, a moment, a life, a life and death.

For these flowers, life and death seem to have no boundaries, creating an infinite cycle.

Just like human beings progress from infancy to childhood, to adolescence, to youth, to middle age, to old age...

The cycle repeats endlessly, with no end in sight for life or death.

"Life and death are intertwined... life and death are intertwined..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

The strange phenomenon before him gave him a peculiar feeling.

If the life and death of an individual is like a wave in the ocean, rising and falling, then somewhere in the ocean, this wave will eventually rise again.

However, this is not the most important thing.

If life and death are like the rising and falling waves, then the rising and falling waves are like the rising and falling waves.

Then the cultivator is the ocean itself; only by seeing the true nature of each wave can one become the ocean.

Unfortunately, while this principle is easy to say, how many people can actually take that step?

How many people truly understand this principle?
"Look!"

Just then, An Wuyang's startled voice pulled Zhang Fan back to reality.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a large rock in the center of the valley, with a strange root system attached to it, which looked just like human tendons, with nine branches on the main vein.

"His manhood!?"

Zhang Fan's gaze became extremely intense; it was the immortal substance left in the body of the cultivator of the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] after their demise.

At this moment, the life-giving organ attached itself to the large rock, and the rock seemed to come alive.

The large rock trembled and undulated gently, as if it were breathing, and the surging airflow spread through the valley, urging the flowers to bloom and wither, wither and bloom again.

The fiery magma flowed through the ravines on the surface of the boulder, like the blood of a human body.

The watercourses crisscross, transforming into rising steam that permeates the surface of the large rock, much like the vital energy of the human body.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. He felt that the large rock resembled a human being sitting cross-legged, meditating, cultivating, and comprehending the supreme Dao of life and death.

"This is the lifeblood? It can make even the most stubborn stone shine with life and take a step into the mystical realm..." Zhang Fan said in a daze.

At this moment, he gained a new understanding of the mystery of the Nine Methods.

"I wonder if I will leave behind immortal matter after I die."

Suddenly, a strange thought arose in Zhang Fan's mind.

"You are safe and sound."

Just then, a clear shout suddenly rang out in front of the empty valley.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a young man walking towards him from another direction in the far distance, with a beautiful woman standing beside him, perfectly illustrating what it means to still retain one's charm.

“Wang Zhaolin!?” An Wuyang raised an eyebrow when he saw the newcomer, clearly indicating that they knew each other.

"The Wang family?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He had dealt with the Wang family before, but those of this age were all of the "Qing" generation. The man in front of him was called Wang Zhaolin, and should be from the "Tian" lineage of the Wang family.

"Peace and safety, I never imagined that you, a descendant of the Zhongnan Mountains, would also be interested in such a rare item," Wang Zhaolin chuckled.

An Wuyang remained noncommittal, but his gaze fell on the beautiful woman beside him.

At this moment, Wang Qiluo stared intently at the precious blood in front of An Wuyang, a complex expression welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"Where did you obtain the precious blood of the Great Spirit King?"

"Senior, are you the owner of Nan Shi Ji, and the seventh young lady of the Wang family's Tianzi lineage?" An Wuyang didn't answer, but instead asked about the other person's background.

Wang Qiluo's gaze sharpened slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Zhongnan Mountain has indeed trained a fine disciple."

“Leave that precious blood behind, and you may leave.”

Upon hearing this, An Wuyang frowned and his expression darkened.

"This is not something you can touch. We've already shown Zhongnan Mountain respect by leaving behind your precious blood and letting you go."

Wang Qiluo's spirit was greater than the sky. Her breathing was extremely slow. She exhaled a light breath, which spread out with fragrance, like a white ribbon that vibrated the air and even sparkled with firelight.

"The Supreme Realm of Fasting!?" An Wuyang asked solemnly.

Everyone knows that the seventh young lady of the Chunyang Wang family is extremely talented, and even the Heavenly King Wang is very fond of her.

Unfortunately, she is free-spirited and unrestrained by any rules, and remains unmarried and alone to this day.

Some say she has inner demons; otherwise, her achievements would be unimaginable.

Even so, this seventh young lady of the Wang family ultimately cultivated to such a level, achieving great success in her life cultivation, reaching a height that many cultivators would never dare to imagine in their entire lives.

"An Wuyang, you should leave now. Don't ruin the harmony between our Wang family and your Zhongnan Mountain." Wang Zhaolin stood next to his aunt and said with a light laugh.

"Sorry, I'm not from Zhongnan Mountain, so I'm not afraid of hurting our relationship."

Just then, Zhang Fan took a step forward and walked up to An Wuyang.

(End of this chapter)