Pure Yang!

Chapter 502 Only by persevering through countless setbacks can one become invincible! The sky has fallen.

The night is so dark, the moon so bright.

A gentle breeze caresses the mountain ridge, and the flowing light illuminates the great river.

Under the vast sky, Xu Zuowang's robes fluttered in the wind as he gazed at the endless expanse of sky, land, and landscape before him.

"The bright moon was there then, shining on the returning colorful clouds... Today, looking at the landscape again, my state of mind is completely different." Xu Zuowang murmured softly, lost in thought.

"Um!?"

Upon hearing this, Myojin Hisashi's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

At the Celestial Master realm, one is in harmony with heaven and man, where the state of mind changes with one's state of being, and thoughts do not follow emotions. Especially at the level of Void Meditation, one should not have such thoughts.

This doesn't seem like a good thing.

"Master of the Yuan Palace, your calamity..." Ming Shenshou hesitated before speaking.

He knew that the tribulation of the Lord of Yuan Palace was extraordinary, surpassing even that of Mr. Nian and the Nine Laws Tribulation. Could it be that he was still in a state of tribulation?

"Having escaped the calamity, what calamity is there to come?" Xu Zuowang shook his head and murmured.

"I just lament that once you embark on this path, one tribulation after another arises. When will you finally reach the end?"

“Even figures as stunning as the Three Corpse Daoist and Li Changsheng have long since faded into obscurity, their futures unknown, and immortals are nowhere to be seen in this world.”

A sigh fell, like the sorrow of an ancient autumn lake, instantly infecting heaven and earth.

Myojin remained silent.

This Lord of the Crimson Palace was unaware that this was both the tragedy of all cultivators and the confusion of all those seeking immortality.

Pure Yang, Pure Yang, throughout history, how many seekers of immortality, and how many have attained Pure Yang?

Even if one attains the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, one is still far from reaching the level of immortals, like looking at a mountain and a river.

"Let's go, we still have many people to see." Xu Zuowang suddenly changed the subject and whispered.

The emotions, thoughts, and even words of the moment seemed to have been forgotten in an instant, like starlight fading into the eternal sky.

"Who are we going to see?" Myojin Hisashi asked instinctively.

"Who is the current master of the Xuan Palace?"

"Jiang Yunxian!" Mingshen Shou said calmly.

"This little girl has good aptitude. Back when she was cultivating at Zhenwu Mountain, she was also a top-tier cultivator. It's a pity she's not qualified to sit in that position yet," Xu Zuowang said calmly.

“Their lineage is too closely associated with the Zhang family,” Ming Shenshou said in a deep voice.

The position of Master of the Xuan Palace originally belonged to Li Yishan's father, Li Cunsi.

He and Zhang Lingzong knew each other since childhood, and he was also very close to the Southern Zhang. So much so that when Li Linglong took over the position of Human Xiao, and Zhang Lingzong wanted to cultivate the Three Corpses to seize the position of sect leader, the Xuan Palace lineage expressed its support.

For this reason, within the Wuwei Sect, Jiang Gong and Tai Sui have always disliked the Xuan Gong lineage, and even secretly cultivated a prodigy.

"Where is Mr. Nian?" Xu Zuowang suddenly asked.

Myojin Hisashi's heart stirred, and he parted his lips slightly, uttering three words: "Crane Cry Mountain".

"Let's go to Crane Cry Mountain first and meet our deputy sect leader."

As he spoke, Xu Zuowang turned and walked away into the vast night.

"Oh, by the way, there's a message I need to spread, spread it throughout the world."

"what news?"

"The Wuwei Sect has a new sect leader."

"what?"

A shocked question arose from the vast darkness of the night, tinged with disbelief and disorientation.

"Only by persevering through countless setbacks can one become invincible!"

The voice of Xu Zuowang rang out again, like a pebble sinking into a lake, stirring up thousands of ripples, and gradually disappeared into the vastness of heaven and earth along with his figure.

……

three days later.

A silver-white plane landed at Beijing International Airport.

After leaving the airport, Wang Tianwang got into a black car and, under the cover of night, went straight to a courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing.

This courtyard is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, and its style is quite ancient. From a distance, it looks like an ancient ancestral hall hidden in the feng shui of the Yanshan Mountains.

"grandfather……"

The car stopped outside the courtyard, and a young man and woman helped Wang Tianwang out.

"Don't follow me, just wait outside," Wang Tianwang instructed, then turned and walked into the courtyard alone.

The man and woman exchanged a glance, then looked at Wang Tianwang's back with curiosity.

They knew that this courtyard was an important place for the Wang family, and no one except Wang Tianwang was allowed to enter it on a regular basis. Such a large place did not even have a cleaner, and the courtyard was full of fallen leaves.

As outstanding members of the younger generation of the Chunyang Wang family, they were very curious about what secrets were hidden in this courtyard.

However, they also knew that anyone who dared to spy on them would be touching Wang Tianwang's sore spot. Not to mention being expelled from the clan, their very survival was uncertain.

With this in mind, the two young people, a man and a woman, could only obediently stand guard outside the door, not daring to cross the line.

Wang Tianwang walked through the gate, through the hall and courtyard, and arrived at the deepest part of the house.

In the dimly lit room, incense smoke curled and a wisp of smoke twinkled like a star. As soon as you entered, by the faint glow of the incense, you could see a figure sitting cross-legged in the corner.

"You're back."

Just then, an old voice echoed through the dimly lit room.

"Mm." Wang Tianwang nodded.

"You are hurt!?"

Suddenly, the aged voice rang out again, tinged with surprise and doubt.

"He's suffered a minor injury and will probably need about six months to fully recover," Wang Tianwang said solemnly.

“You have refined a section of your life essence, and the Wang family’s ‘Life and Death Mantra’ has been fully mastered. Furthermore, the ‘Dragon and Tiger Great Heavenly God Mantra’ is engraved on your entire body’s bones. With such cultivation, there are very few people in the world who can injure you so badly.”

The aged voice, uttering each word clearly, revealed the true nature of King Wang.

"Your trip seems extremely dangerous. I think I know the powerful people you met, and I may have even fought with them before."

"That's right!"

King Wang nodded and said in a deep voice, "The Master of the Yuan Palace!"

"Sitting in meditation in a state of emptiness!?"

The aged voice murmured the name, paused briefly, and then continued, "He has disappeared for so many years; it seems he has escaped the great calamity."

“He’s even more powerful than he was back then. Master Kongchan is more seriously injured than I am. I’m afraid he doesn’t have more than two years to live,” Wang Tianwang said in a deep voice.

"Gods were originally mortals, but I fear that mortals lack the willpower to endure; this is their destiny..."

"Alas, Zhou Kongchan's path has come to an end."

"Old friends have passed away, like leaves falling in the wind..."

The aged voice let out a sigh, which sounded both sorrowful and wistful.

"you……"

Wang Tianwang had barely finished speaking when the aged voice rang out again, interrupting him.

"Back then, even when Zhang Huadi and I joined forces, we couldn't kill him. Now, I'm afraid we can't either, since this man is immortal."

"Immortal!?" Wang Tianwang was stunned for a moment.

"Tell Jiang Wansui the whole story of this trip, and he will make his own decision."

The aged voice gave instructions without saying much.

"And one more thing."

Wang Tianwang stood there, motionless, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What?" "The son of the Great Spirit Sect King... has already become a force to be reckoned with, possessing the Three Corpses' destiny..."

"I'm tired."

Just then, the aged voice suddenly rang out, sounding listless.

Wang Tianwang paused for a moment, looking at the figure in the dimly lit room. His expression shifted slightly, but he remained silent.

"Go ahead."

The aged voice lowered three degrees, indicating that the guest was about to be dismissed.

King Wang gave it a deep look, then bowed and whispered.

"Yes, foster father!"

As he spoke, the top expert of the Chunyang royal family respectfully withdrew from the room.

……

Yinxu, Chang'an.

After that night, Zhang Fan and the others hid here. It seemed that only this place could provide them with a safe haven and temporary refuge from disaster in the entire Chang'an and even the entire Qinxi Province.

An Wuyang and Meng Qiwu chose to return to Zhongnan Mountain immediately. Their identities were extraordinary, so they naturally could not easily get involved in this mess.

"We have news of Zhou Kongchan and Wang Tianwang; they have gone to the capital."

On this day, Zhang Fan, who was hiding in the "Southern Food Diary", finally received news from the outside world.

“Of course they will go,” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

The emergence of the Lord of Yuan Palace is no small matter. His strength is unfathomable. Below the Pure Yang realm, Zhang Fan has hardly seen anyone stronger than him. More importantly, his actions are even more unpredictable. In this era, the phrase "breaking mountains and destroying temples" has actually been mentioned.

When war breaks out, it will surely bring chaos to the world.

Even Jiang Wansui probably wouldn't easily take this step.

"I never expected that Zhang Wang was hiding his true abilities so well."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, recalling the scene of his first encounter with Zhang Wang. It was probably from that moment that the other party knew his background and deliberately approached him.

"You're supposed to be a second-generation nobody, how come you don't know anything about the Lord of Yuan Palace?" Zhang Fan looked at Li Yishan.

"What do you mean by 'no second generation'?"

"A second-generation member of the Wuwei Sect."

Li Yishan's father was the previous Xuan Palace Master, his stepmother is the current Xuan Palace Master, and he himself is the current Human Zodiac. He can be described as having impeccable lineage and being a true second-generation successor.

"..."

“The Lord of the Yuan Palace has extremely high qualifications. He had been sitting in that position for a long time before my father became the Lord of the Xuan Palace,” Li Yishan said in a deep voice.

“Even the Lord of the Crimson Palace was promoted by him before he was able to sit on the throne of the Palace Master.”

Everything about the Lord of Yuan Palace is shrouded in mystery, including his origins and lineage. Looking across the world, perhaps only the Vice Sect Master knows a thing or two about it.

“I heard from Aunt Yun that not only the Wuwei Sect, but also many experts in the Daoist sect have received his guidance and support,” Li Yishan said solemnly.

"In short, we were able to escape from him this time, it's truly thanks to the blessings of our ancestors."

“It was Grandpa’s protection,” Zhang Fan said solemnly.

This time, if it weren't for the contingency plan Zhang Tiansheng and Li Jiugong left in the Tomb of the Living Dead—the Yin Dragon forming a Water Dragon and borrowing the power of the Tianjin Water Mansion—the two of them would already be in Xu Zuowang's hands.

"This trip was risky, but the rewards were considerable," Li Yishan grinned and said.

His greatest achievement was mastering the art of life and death, finally refining his inner elixir and entering the realm of the Supreme Master.

For cultivators of the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] realm, reaching this level has unimaginable significance.

Of course, Zhang Fan gained even more. With the help of this tribulation and opportunity, his cultivation level broke through one after another, and he has now reached the fifth level of Inner Alchemy.

Keep in mind that less than half a year had passed since he refined his inner elixir at Tongluo Mountain.

Most importantly, his black iron plate was finally sharpened again, which was of great significance.

"The gains are great, but do you still care about your life?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways and said in a deep voice, "We can't stay in Chang'an anymore, let's go back quickly."

Right now, Yinxu seems safe, but Zhang Fan doesn't feel at ease staying even one more day. If it weren't for ensuring the safety of An Wuyang and Meng Qiwu, he would have returned to Jiangnan Province a day earlier.

"They really are from the Zhang family; they're the biggest troublemakers in the world."

Just then, a melodious voice came from outside the door.

The door opened, and Wang Qiluo walked in.

"Aunt Wang," Zhang Fan said, standing up to greet her.

Wang Qiluo was not in Chang'an these past few days. She only rushed back after receiving the news.

"You're Li Yishan!?"

As soon as Wang Qiluo entered, her gaze fell on Li Yishan.

"Greetings, senior." Li Yishan bowed and greeted her. He had already heard about Wang Qiluo from Zhang Fan.

“You are Li Cunsi’s son, and you do look somewhat alike. You’ve grown up so much in the blink of an eye,” Wang Qiluo exclaimed.

Back then, in her youth, she went through life and death with Zhang Lingzong and Li Cunsi.

Now, it's hard to see old friends, but their sons are all grown up now.

"Aunt Wang, how are An Wuyang and Meng Qiwu?" Zhang Fan asked.

In terms of being well-informed, they were naturally no match for Wang Qiluo, who had been operating in Chang'an for many years.

"They're fine for now. At most, they made some bad friends and are just being investigated by the sect," Wang Qiluo said calmly.

"You should worry about yourself."

"It's alright for me."

Zhang Fan felt reassured after receiving Wang Qiluo's reassurance.

"In that case, let's leave today."

"Let's check the plane tickets."

In Jiangnan Province, Yujing City was his true base of operations; only by returning there could Zhang Fan feel at ease.

What's more, he hasn't been home for a long time since his trip to Zhenwu Mountain.

"Tickets? You still want to fly back?" Wang Qiluo looked at Zhang Fan with a strange expression, then shook her head.

"what happened?"

“You’re already a famous celebrity, so you can’t take a plane. I’ll arrange a way to get you out of the city, through the Qinling Mountains,” Wang Qiluo sighed.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition instantly welled up inside him.

"You still don't know?" Wang Qiluo retorted.

"what do you know?"

At this moment, Li Yishan's expression changed, and he sensed something was amiss.

"See for yourself."

As she spoke, Wang Qiluo took out her phone from her bag, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and opened an app.

Zhang Fan glanced at it and saw that it was the [Xiaodao APP], which was used by almost all cultivators. It was similar to the "little yellow book" of the Taoist sect.

After opening the phone, Wang Qiluo pushed it directly in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was stunned at first glance. He grabbed his phone and stood up abruptly.

front page!

Headline!

Pinned!

The bright red title boldly proclaimed nine characters: Zhang Fan, the newly appointed sect leader of the Wuwei Sect!
"Fuck your mother!!" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, and he roared in a hoarse voice.

At that moment, his world collapsed!
(End of this chapter)