Pure Yang!

Chapter 515 The Mystery of the Cycle of All Things! Zhang Fan's Madness

As the long, dark night draws to a close, a chilling murderous intent stirs within.

The first hint of dawn in the east seemed to be startled by the scene before it, and hesitated to spread.

Before the dilapidated Lüzu Temple, black and white energies were clearly distinguished, and gods and demons stood side by side like the sky. The terrifying atmosphere was like the majestic Mount Tai, pressing down on the hearts and souls of everyone present.

Faced with this absolute power disparity, all Taoist techniques and supernatural powers appear pale and powerless.

No one expected that the supposedly critically injured young man would unleash such terrifying power between life and death, turning the world upside down and causing life and death in an instant.

Zhao Shanhe was the first to be targeted, his face still frozen with the determination to capture the enemy and the greed for the credit he was about to receive.

The next moment, this master of the Zhai Shou realm was gripped by the throat by a large hand, which pierced through his Xuan Gong Qi Hai and forcibly stripped and plundered his inner core, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years.

Before he could even let out a scream, his primordial spirit was extracted and imprisoned by an almost crushing force, and his consciousness was plunged into boundless darkness.

Seize the inner elixir and capture the primordial spirit.

Overwhelming power!

Their movements were as swift as lightning, and their spectacle was truly earth-shattering.

Such ruthlessness and decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation.

“Zhang... Zhang Fan…”

"You...you're not hurt...you...your strength..."

A trembling voice rang out in the darkness, carrying an overwhelming fear, and disappeared into the inky blackness.

Granny Huang's single, emerald-green eye was now filled with boundless terror. The Soul-Guiding Lamp had long since shattered, and the backlash caused her hunched body to tremble violently, like a withered leaf in the wind.

Behind her, an old, withered, yellow-skinned phantom appeared, its age unknown. Looking at Zhang Fan, who seemed like a god or demon descended to earth, a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she was about to abandon Huang Sanpo.

Liu Ruyan's face paled. Her well-maintained face was devoid of any languor or charm, only deathly paleness and fear remained. She instinctively stepped back, her high heels treading on the gravel, nearly causing her to fall. Her delicate body beneath the cheongsam trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Qiming's shattered primordial spirit flickered in the air like a falling star, conveying a sense of trepidation and unease. He witnessed his brother being instantly suppressed, his Dao heart nearly shattered, and boundless regret and despair overwhelmed him.

No one expected it.

This "prisoner" named by name and hunted by the entire world was not seriously injured and on the verge of death as the intelligence reported. On the contrary, he had already recovered his strength, his injuries were gone, and he was as ferocious as ever.

This was a trap, a death trap designed to lure them into it.

Now, they have become the provisions for this great demon.

regret!

Boundless regret, like a poisonous vine, grew wildly, spread, and brewed in the hearts of all the Dao Alliance experts!
I regret ever coveting such a great achievement!
I regret not being more cautious and not having mobilized more manpower!

He regretted provoking this evil star and acting rashly without waiting for instructions from above!

If they could do it all over again, they would never set foot on the outskirts of Qinhuang City, on that damned Lüzu Temple!
"He's always so secretive!"

In the distance, Wang Tao's expression was solemn, his heart already churning with turmoil, his bewitching eyes wide open.

He originally thought Zhang Fan was just a cornered beast fighting desperately, and perhaps had some trump cards, but he never expected that the opponent's strength had recovered to this level, no, it was even more ferocious than rumored.

"Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, but also lost in danger. Once you take this step, you should have expected this outcome."

Zhang Fan stood there, his cold voice resounding in everyone's ears.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying surge of energy rose up. Zhao Shanhe's inner core floated above Zhang Fan's center of gravity, enveloped by the black and white Qi, and was being frantically refined. The incomparably pure essence of the core, like the Yangtze River, surged into Zhang Fan's dantian, nourishing the inner core that had already stabilized but still had minor cracks.

hum...

The essence of perfected life cultivation, like innate primordial energy, nourished and repaired Zhang Fan's inner core, making it increasingly radiant. Finally, the few remaining minor cracks were slowly healed under the impact of this immense energy.

Rumble…

At the same time, Zhang Fan's primordial spirit aura pressed down on the world like the heavens, enveloping everyone within that field.

"Zhang Fan, no..."

"With your rampage of killing, the Dao Alliance will certainly not let you off the hook."

"Such perverse actions are nothing short of heresy and evil."

Zhao Qiming, Huang Sanpo, and Liu Ruyan all screamed in terror. Even the old yellow rat's spirit made squeaking noises, filled with boundless anger and fear.

However, everything is in vain.

Rumble…

Amidst that terrifying aura, everyone's primordial spirits collapsed and transformed into surging light, which then merged into Zhang Fan's body and entered his spiritual palace.

hum...

The black and white energies surged and roared, and the light of the primordial spirit became even more dazzling, making the original cracks almost invisible.

Zhang Fan's aura surged again, and the chronic illness gradually subsided.

At the inner alchemy point, golden light shone brightly!

At the primordial spirit, black and white were intensely intertwined!

"The mystery of the cycle of all things."

Just then, Zhang Fan let out a long breath, his eyes revealing a restrained brilliance, and his entire demeanor exuded an indescribable mystery.

All things in nature are created by the universe, and the Dharma wheel turns accordingly.

Even humans, even cultivators, are merely a link in the cycle of reincarnation. Their primordial spirit, their inner elixir, their so-called nature, their so-called destiny, are all obtained from heaven and earth, and will ultimately return to heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have become the most important link in that cycle, an indispensable transit point.

Or perhaps, they were originally a part of Zhang Fan!
What Heaven can give, it can also take.

After this "plundering," his injuries stabilized again, and he had recovered to about 80-90%!

Although it has not fully recovered, its strength and presence are even greater than before.

"Indeed, calamity can be a deadly disaster, but also an elixir of immortality."

Under the cover of night, Zhang Fan stood in front of the Lüzu Temple, feeling the changes within himself. His mind was calmer than ever before, as deep as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

After the great battle, all the smoke and dust cleared.

In front of the dilapidated temple, the experts of the Dao Alliance lay scattered on the ground, each one barely breathing, their cultivation destroyed and their primordial spirits scattered, rendering them useless.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the distance, Wang Tao looked at the tragic scene before him, and then at Zhang Fan, whose aura was as deep as the sea and completely different from before. His fear rose infinitely.

Only then did he realize with horror that the young man before him, after recovering from this bloody baptism and plunder, seemed to have truly developed a unique aura—an aura of wielding life and death, looking down upon all living beings, and a terrifying presence…

High above, almost invincible.

This kind of weather is simply...

"The Master of Wuwei Sect!?" Wang Tao's gaze was unfocused, and his expression was somewhat dazed.

"Little pig, let's go."

Just then, Zhang Fan's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Wang Tao back to reality. "Where are you going?" Wang Tao jolted awake, quickly regaining his composure and asking instinctively.

"Weren't you going to see me off at Shanhaiguan? You didn't come up with anything, did you?" Zhang Fan said casually.

Now is the perfect time to leave.

"The car is ready," Wang Tao said hastily, regaining his composure.

Ignoring the mess behind them, the two quickly got into a black SUV that was already parked in a secluded spot.

Wang Tao drove himself, and the car roared like an arrow, speeding north along a pre-planned route that avoided major surveillance.

The wheels rolled on, crushing the faint light of dawn.

Half an hour later, the majestic Shanhaiguan Pass, known as the First Pass Under Heaven, came into view at the edge of the horizon.

The fortress revealed its desolate outline in the morning light, like a sleeping dragon.

There was no questioning, no obstruction. Wang Tao had clearly arranged everything in advance, or rather, he had chosen a time and path when the Dao Alliance's power was relatively weak.

The car passed through the symbolically significant gate without any hindrance along the dedicated lane.

"The weather outside the pass is indeed different."

Zhang Fan was sitting in the car, resting with his eyes closed, when he suddenly opened them.

Just as the car completely crossed the boundary marker, it was as if an invisible barrier was broken. With Zhang Fan's current cultivation level, he could keenly sense that his aura relaxed slightly, the binding force of the Central Plains Dragon Vein weakened, and was replaced by a more ancient, wild, cold yet vibrant aura from beyond the Great Wall.

We passed through Shanhaiguan.

Inside the car, all was silent. Only the roar of the engine echoed in their ears.

Wang Tao gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his entire aura and attention seemed to be focused on Zhang Fan.

“You seem a little nervous.” Zhang Fan sat in the passenger seat, one hand supporting his chin, leaning against the window, watching the scenery outside rushing past and gradually becoming vast and desolate, and suddenly spoke.

Wang Tao's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "You've gone too far. Now..."

"They're absolutely fearless!"

The Qinhuang City branch of the Dao Alliance was almost completely wiped out; a provincial special envoy and a powerful leader from Beihe Province perished...

This matter will surely alarm the headquarters of the Dao Alliance.

“He who kills will be killed in return. If they are allowed to kill me, why am I not allowed to kill them back?” Zhang Fan said indifferently.

He could never forget how, on the banks of the Yujing River, he was driven to the brink of death, facing a life-or-death dilemma, and left as dejected as a stray dog.

He could never forget how, with Sui Chunsheng, Feng Ping'an's head fell bloodily before him, and he was powerless to stop it.

"The path of cultivation is inherently more difficult and more cruel than the path of ordinary people..."

"To achieve immortality while living in the mortal world is to steal life from the midst of killing intent, and to comprehend the Dao of non-action through the methods of action." Zhang Fan said expressionlessly, rubbing his temples.

"The day you embark on this path, you should be prepared for death and destruction."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao gripped the steering wheel even tighter. His expression was strange, and after a slight hesitation, he said, "You're becoming less and less like Zhang Fan."

"Really?" Zhang Fan chuckled. "Then who do I resemble?"

“The Three Corpse Taoist!” Wang Tao uttered a name as he spoke.

silence……

A silence fell over the carriage, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly vast and desolate.

"Perhaps, the Three Corpse Taoist is not just a name, but a person like me."

Zhang Fan's voice rang out again, as if piercing through the vicissitudes of time and spanning the changes of human life.

Having gone through all this, his temperament and state of mind have undergone tremendous changes.

"Three Corpse Taoist, that's a good name too."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao's beautiful face trembled slightly, and a strange emotion rose in her heart.

He paused for a moment before speaking, "You've caused too much of a commotion this time. The Dao Alliance in Qinhuang City has been almost completely wiped out, and the experts from the Dao Alliance will arrive in no time."

"The next one that comes will probably not be someone of Zhao Shanhe's level."

In ancient times, those who reached the highest level of spiritual cultivation, known as masters of alchemy, were considered to have achieved great success in their spiritual practice.

Now that the Dharma-ending Age has arrived, masters of this level are practically the pinnacle of the world.

Zhao Shanhe is only at the first stage of internal alchemy, and can only be considered a beginner among the monks.

If someone of this level has died in Qinhuang City, the next one to come will definitely be a high-level expert, perhaps even someone at the [Master of the Temple] level.

"Are there any masters at the level of abbot in Beihe Province?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Below the Celestial Master level, this was the level of expert he feared most.

That day, on the banks of the Yujing River, he personally experienced Fan Lingzhou's terror. If the other party hadn't been careless, and given the ferocity of the black iron plate, Yuan Tian wouldn't have even needed to make a move.

At the level of the Abbot, not everyone is as careless as Fan Lingzhou. The ferocity of the black iron piece is too overwhelming, harming both the user and others. It should not be used casually unless absolutely necessary.

“The level of a master is extremely rare.” Wang Tao shook his head and said, “Such experts, even sitting in seclusion in the deep mountains, yearn to reach the position of Celestial Master.”

"Beihe Province doesn't have any, but since you've caused such a commotion, the Dao Alliance will definitely mobilize experts from the four provinces of Shanhe, and perhaps even from famous Daoist mountains like Laojun Mountain and Laoshan Mountain."

Wang Tao's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible worry.

The Abbot realm represents a true pinnacle of the cultivation world; with such a master appearing, they would have no chance of survival.

The only saving grace is that the Dao Alliance manages local cultivation affairs, and experts of this level cannot stay in the local area permanently.

Even if conscripted from within the four provinces of Shanxi and Hebei, it would take at least three to five days to reach Shanhaiguan.

"You know quite a lot, don't you?" Zhang Fan said to Wang Tao with a relaxed expression.

"Don't be so easy on me." Wang Tao glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but say, "Although a master of the Abbot realm can't reach that level in one step, there are quite a few strong Abbots within the four provinces of Shanhe."

"They arrive in Qinhuang City first and can always find clues."

“These people are already alarmed. They may not chase after us, but they will definitely try their best to track our movements. When the abbot arrives, we will be trapped like turtles in a jar, and our path will be cut off.”

Wang Tao's voice was low and deep. Just thinking about that scene made him feel a chill of fear, and a fine layer of cold sweat even seeped out of his forehead.

"You're involved in the underworld, how come you're so cowardly?" Zhang Fan glanced at him and said indifferently.

"Compared to you now, I'm nothing," Wang Tao said, pursing his lips.

"However, you're right. Before tonight, a large number of experts from the four provinces should gather in Qinhuang City."

Zhang Fan looked out the window and murmured to himself. Instead of being serious, his face was slightly upturned with an elusive smile. His smile contained a hint of madness, a hint of playfulness, and a hint of chilling calmness.

"Since that's the case, why don't we go all out?" Zhang Fan uttered a few words, but they made Wang Tao, who was driving, tremble and almost lose his grip on the steering wheel.

"Big? What's big?" Wang Tao's face twitched, and his voice became somewhat unsteady.

"Turn around!!!"

Zhang Fan parted his lips slightly and uttered two words.

(End of this chapter)