Pure Yang!

Chapter 487 The Dharma Perishes, the Dao is Revealed! The Mortal King Displays His Ferocious Power
Deep within the Yin Ruins of Chang'an, in a secluded and nameless place.

The flickering firelight illuminated this dark underground world, where flowers bloomed in abundance and the wondrous signs of life and death were everywhere in the empty valley.

The precious blood of the Great Spirit King was still burning, its flames distinct and breathtaking.

Under that precious light, Zhang Fan walked straight to An Wuyang and looked at Wang Qiluo, the proud daughter of the Chunyang royal family.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it caught the attention of Wang Qiluo and Wang Zhaolin.

Wang Zhaolin, in particular, had a furrowed brow and a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

This was a completely new face to him.

In Chang'an and in western Qin, every great master would leave their name on the Wang family's memorandum.

"Who are you? How dare you spout such nonsense?" Wang Zhaolin snorted coldly and looked at An Wuyang.

In his eyes, the only person who could be trusted here, the only one who could make the Wang family pause and stay, was this descendant of Zhongnan Mountain.

However, An Wuyang gave Zhang Fan a deep look, his gaze slightly darkened, but he did not express his opinion.

Here, he couldn't make decisions for Zhang Fan either.

Such a small gesture, in the eyes of a woman like Wang Qiluo, already revealed a lot of unusual information.

"Young man, which sect do you belong to? How could you be so highly regarded by the successor of Zhongnan Mountain that he would relinquish the situation?"

Wang Qiluo looked at Zhang Fan with a half-smile, sizing him up.

“All phenomena are manifestations of the Dharma body; a thousand mountains are but temporary names,” Zhang Fan murmured.

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhaolin raised an eyebrow, revealing his displeasure, and said in a deep voice, "You have quite the airs."

Wang Qiluo personally inquired about his background, and the man before her, who looked to be about the same age as her, responded with such empty words.

"When we meet, ask not where we come from, but simply watch the rivers and seas flow freely!"

Just then, Wang Qiluo let out a soft sigh, interrupting Wang Zhaolin's dissatisfaction.

Her beautiful eyes turned slightly, as if there were fleeting moments of light, bright and captivating. The way she looked at Zhang Fan was even more radiant.

For some reason, the young man standing there gave her a very special feeling, as if she had met him before, but she couldn't put her words into words.

That's why she had the patience to find out about this young man's background.

“Young man, your sharp wit is indeed remarkable, but it is only the sharpness of words,” Wang Qiluo said softly, shaking her head.

"The place where the spiritual treasure appears is also a place of great misfortune and calamity. This is not something you can touch."

"Leave now, and what I just said will still stand. I won't make things difficult for you two young men."

“Auntie, don’t waste your time with them…” Wang Zhaolin couldn’t help but say.

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Qiluo raised her hand to interrupt him. In her eyes, both An Wuyang and the young man in front of her had extraordinary bearing and even greater talent. They were both good candidates for cultivation. It was good for them to have more setbacks at a young age, but it would be a waste and a pity if they really failed here.

"Senior is kind-hearted; I will remember this single thought."

Zhang Fan spoke softly, his gaze shifting to the section of his "life-giving organ," his expression resolute.

"However, I am determined to get this thing."

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew, and petals began to fall.

"All is well." Wang Zhaolin's pupils suddenly contracted. The woman had disappeared from her original spot and appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

Her figure descended slowly, like a fairy descended from heaven, her slender, fair hands gently touching Zhang Fan's shoulder.

"Being so stubborn at such a young age is not a good thing."

Wang Qiluo's languid voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears.

However, before the slowly descending hand could touch Zhang Fan's shoulder, Wang Qiluo suddenly felt a stirring in her heart and turned around to look, only to find that Zhang Fan's gaze had already locked onto her.

In an instant, a sense of crisis, almost instinctive, arose spontaneously, like a flash of inspiration, like the lighting of a lamp in one's heart.

boom……

Suddenly, Zhang Fan moved.

Wang Qiluo's figure also changed.

Wang Qiluo's palm slammed down with immense force, like a surging sea, pressing down hard on Zhang Fan's shoulder. The latter leaped into the air, meeting the attack head-on like an arrow released from a bow.

Within a small space, within a single step, the two figures collided violently.

Rumble…

With a cracking sound, cracks spread beneath their feet. Terrifying forces intertwined and collided in the air, causing the air to explode, and faint flashes of fire could be seen.

Amidst the billowing dust, two figures crossed paths, and a terrifying aura surged and permeated the dark underground world.

"This……"

In the distance, Wang Zhaolin's expression changed drastically; he could hardly believe his eyes.

You should know that his aunt is a master of the Zhai Shou realm, a being who has achieved great success in life cultivation. She can see through his attack trajectory in an instant and immediately counterattack. When their bodies collide, their strength is not inferior in the slightest.
what does this mean?
"impossible!"

Wang Zhaolin's face trembled as a bold guess arose in his mind, yet a voice inside him roared, uncertain of its truth.

"The Supreme Realm!" Wang Qiluo's eyes narrowed to a single line as she stared intently at Zhang Fan, as if she were getting to know this young man in a completely new light.

Her words shattered Wang Zhaolin's last shred of hope.

At such a young age, to have already entered the realm of vegetarianism?
Being a disciple of the Pure Yang Wang family was an achievement he had always dreamed of and had been pursuing relentlessly. However, looking at the history of the Wang family, the number of people who could refine the Taoist inner elixir before the age of thirty could be counted on one hand.

In this world, the Dharma-ending Age has arrived, making such an achievement almost impossible.

Even with extraordinary talent, how can it be achieved by human effort?

However, the man in front of me did it.

When the Dharma perishes, the Way becomes ever clearer, and thus a true Lord descends upon the world.

“Zhao Jiexuan…Young man, your name is Zhao Jiexuan,” Wang Qiluo suddenly said.

At this moment, she could tell that the young man in front of her was the same young expert who had visited her shop a couple of days ago.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan remained noncommittal. Suddenly, he formed a hand seal, and a golden, round ball of light appeared and disappeared in his dantian, brewing and surging with terrifying fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of fire shot into the sky, like a fire dragon soaring into the heavens, rushing towards Wang Qiluo.

"Lu Zu's Mysterious Skill, Pure Yang Fire Technique!?" Wang Qiluo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhang Fan today is a completely different person from before. The intertwining of Kan and Li gives rise to crimson flames, and the coiling of dragons and tigers forms a vermilion flower.

The flames suddenly erupted, like a mighty river, stretching north and south, sweeping east and west, their power and scale far surpassing anything seen before.

"This is fire magic!?"

In the distance, Wang Zhaolin's eyes were already glowing red from the raging flames, and the flames he saw looked like a long river flowing towards him.

He had never seen such ferocity in any of his peers.

"interesting!"

Facing the ferocious, raging fire dragon, Wang Qiluo stood still, nodding and smiling slightly.

Suddenly, she formed a hand seal with one hand, parted her lips slightly, and a burst of pure air, carrying an unusual fragrance, shot out, which in the blink of an eye turned into a raging fire.

The flames were extraordinary, like boiling rivers and seas, with hidden thunderous mysteries within, spreading in the air and intertwining with the true fire.

"Thunder and Fire Combination!" Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed to a single line.

This method is not of this world; only the Xuanmen (mysterious sect) can truly see its power. Thunder forms the sinews and bones, and fire gives it color; the interplay of Yin and Yang produces the profound essence.

Rumble…

Thunder and fire clashed, shaking a dark underground world.

If Zhang Fan's true fire is like a long river piercing the sun, then Wang Qiluo's thunder and fire is like a vast expanse of wind and clouds.

hum...

Wang Qiluo was unparalleled in beauty; when she uttered the incantation, she produced that supreme and wondrous method.

Purple lightning and blue flames intertwine, thunder and fire are refined together in the furnace to create the great elixir, dragons and tigers roar amidst the thunder, and turtles and snakes coil deep within the flames.

In a daze, amidst the thunder and fire, a ball of spiritual light floated, round and golden.

Zhang Fan's expression hardened slightly. He knew that this woman had already grasped the profound essence of alchemy, and her understanding and insights into cultivation were even superior to his. However, she was held back by differing beliefs and attachments, which prevented her from taking that step.

"To reach the level of the Head of the Alchemy School is to be a master of alchemy. Indeed, each of them is a true hero of our time," Zhang Fan thought to himself.

He achieved great success at a young age and cultivated his inner elixir. For a time, he couldn't help but underestimate the heroes of the world. But once he reached his level, who among them was easy to defeat?

These people, too, have faced numerous trials and tribulations along their journeys, and their experiences have been equally extraordinary.

"Feel the strength and brilliance of every individual."

"This is also a form of spiritual practice."

"I came from the mortal realm, so I should know the wonders of all living beings!"

Suddenly, a strange thought sprouted in Zhang Fan's mind like a seed.

Rumble…

In an instant, the long river formed by the fire dragon collided with the wind and clouds generated by the thunder and fire.

The secluded, deep valley instantly transformed into a giant steamer, the air inside becoming scorching hot.

Endless flames were boiling, spreading, and wandering, accompanied by streaks of violent thunder.

A terrifying atmosphere permeated every corner, and the once lush flowers were completely reduced to ashes.

Only within the precious light, the large stone attached to the "Life Root" was still breathing, still asleep.

"The power of the highest level of cultivation..."

Wang Zhaolin's eyes trembled; he could feel the terrifying fluctuations floating in the air.

Even this fluctuation sent chills down his spine.

Such a realm, such power, is already a tribulation for ordinary people, for the mortal world.

It should be understood that those who reach the level of "Zhai Shou" (斋首) were considered great masters of alchemy in ancient times. In today's degenerate age, such individuals should be strictly controlled and absolutely not allowed to appear casually in the real world.

"My life cultivation has reached a high level! When will I ever reach such a level?" Wang Zhaolin exclaimed.

He was the pride of the Chunyang Wang family, and had even received guidance from the two great celestial masters, Wang Tianwang and Wang Qiankun. The fact that he was sent here to find his life essence and enter the Tomb of the Living Dead shows how much the Wang family valued him.

However, despite his great talent, achieving mastery of life cultivation still seems a distant and unattainable goal for him.

Thinking of this, he looked at the boiling thunder and fire and felt a pang of envy, even jealousy.

"Zhang Fan!"

In the distance, An Wuyang watched everything before him, his gaze slightly narrowed, revealing a meaningful expression.

Rumble…

The thunder and fire dissipated, and the crimson flames receded.

The figures of the two powerful leaders crossed paths again, but the invisible, terrifying fluctuations continued to spread and rage in the dark underground world.

“Everything in nature has its own pattern. Your talent and strength could not have appeared out of thin air.”

A unique gleam appeared in Wang Qiluo's bright eyes.

At such a young age, to have achieved so much, over a century, it seems that only figures like Chu Chaoran and the Three Corpses Daoist have accomplished this.

Such a being must have endured countless tribulations and vanquished numerous formidable enemies.

If that's the case, how can one remain unknown?
Zhang Fan remained silent, his gaze still fixed on that section of his [life root]. Even after enduring the tribulation of thunder and fire, that section of his life root remained unmoved, as if the laws of this world and all kinds of tribulations could not harm it in the slightest.

Even the large rock remained unmoved, without leaving even a mark.

"Senior, as I said, I'm determined to get that thing." Zhang Fan let out a long breath.

"Let's stop the warm-up here."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhaolin, who was in the distance, was taken aback.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiluo simply nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"Hehehe, after more than twenty years, this treasure has finally fallen into my hands again."

Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter erupted, like a startling bell, deafening and awakening.

Immediately afterwards, a jet-black light shot into the sky, engulfing the area where Zhang Fan was standing and completely swallowing him up.

The viscous liquid was writhing, boiling, and roaring...

A black pool slowly rose from the ground, seemingly the source of all viscous liquids, emanating a terrifying and ominous aura.

"Blackpool Earthworm Lord!?"

Wang Qiluo's face paled, and then she saw a strange figure slowly emerge from the black pool, its bare upper body revealing eerie patterns.

"The Great Demon of Yinxu!?"

Wang Zhaolin's expression changed slightly. He naturally knew that the Yin Ruins were a melting pot of all sorts of people, and there were many powerful demons hiding there.

If such a being existed in ancient times, he would be a regional overlord, enough to make all the Taoist sects of the mountains take notice.

"Wang Qiluo, it's been many years."

The earthworm was bathing in a black, viscous liquid, and deep within the swamp, a colossal figure seemed to be writhing.

Wang Qiluo looked solemn and remained silent.

She knew that this stinking thing had been hiding in the Yin Ruins and had never died. She never expected to meet it again after more than 20 years.

"I still remember the scar you and the Great Spirit Sect King left on me back then," Qiu Hou sneered.

Behind them, the enormous figure seemed to be humming, and the crack at its top was faintly visible.

"More than twenty years have passed, and this treasure has finally fallen into my hands." Qiu Hou turned around and looked at the severed genitals.

"You think you can beat me?" Wang Qiluo gritted her teeth.

"You think you can break my Black Pool?" Qiu Hou chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiluo revealed a look of apprehension.

That black pool was a trap born from the Yin Ruins, just like the land of wind disaster.

That black swamp specifically destroys the physical body and life force, and pollutes the primordial spirit. Even the strongest cultivators will lose all their cultivation and suffer a great calamity once they are tainted by it.

It is precisely because of this dark pool that this filthy thing dares to act so recklessly, running rampant in the Yin Ruins.

"Wang Qiluo, I know you've decided to kill me. Even if you don't move, I won't let you leave today."

Qiu Hou saw Wang Qiluo's apprehension and chuckled maliciously.

He raised an eyebrow at the boiling black pool: "This kid can even refine an inner core? He's as stupid as a pig. I'll deal with you after I've digested him."

"Brother Qiu Hou, could I have a share of this soup too?"

Just then, another piercing roar rang out.

The earth cracked open, and a colossal creature sprang forth. Its black serpentine body gleamed with a metallic sheen, and the bones at its head protruded high, resembling a single horn.

“Mingshan!” Qiu Hou gave him a deep look, his eyes darting around before he smiled and said, “Now that you’re here, brother, we should share this good fortune.”

"Hahaha, excellent!" Mingshan laughed wildly, his voice so loud that the surrounding stone walls cracked.

Wang Qiluo's expression hardened slightly. Indeed, rare treasures in the world, if handled carelessly, will inevitably bring calamity.

Qiu Hou and Ming Shan are notorious demons in the Yin Xu, known for their ferocity and ruthlessness.

With them joining forces and Blackpool's assistance, it would be very difficult for her to retreat.

"Brother Mingshan, let's get started then," Qiu Hou grinned, extending an invitation.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying divine light shot up from the depths of the black pool, and the writhing, enormous body in the viscous liquid was torn apart by that divine light in an instant.

The terrifying weather was earth-shattering.

Qiu Hou's expression changed drastically. He stared wide-eyed at his burning and struggling true form, utterly unable to believe it.

Just then, a figure emerged from the black pool. The viscous liquid around him evaporated and dissipated, and a ball of spiritual light was faintly boiling and surging between his brows, emitting a world-destroying aura.

“Zhang…Zhang Fan!?” An Wuyang’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost cried out.

“Everyone must die!”

At this moment, Zhang Fan spoke softly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)