Pure Yang!

Chapter 523 Same lineage, same origin! The world was in an uproar.

In the dead of night, the heavens poured down thick, ink-like liquid, mercilessly engulfing the human world.

The scene at this moment is strikingly similar to that bloody night decades ago, creating a bizarre overlap between memory and reality.

In a daze, Fan Lingzhou seemed to see it again...

The blood of Nan Zhang stained the waters of Zhuhu Lake red, and the flames stretched on, reflecting the scorched earth and ruins everywhere.

The piercing screams, the roar of magic, and the clash of weapons intertwined to form the prelude to death.

Under the night sky, a crane's cry ripped through the air.

A giant white crane rose into the air, its white feathers fluttering. Its terrifying and sharp claws, scarlet and stained with countless drops of blood, ruthlessly tore apart a writhing, struggling black serpent in mid-air...

Flesh and blood disintegrated like rain, mixed with the vast essence of primordial energy, splashing down miserably, making the already scarlet lake water even more turbid and shocking.

Amidst the boiling flames and billowing smoke, powerful auras, like undulating mountains, carrying a chilling killing intent, tightly surrounded the blood-soaked yet still upright figure in the center.

"Zhang Tiansheng! You've reached the end of your rope!"

"After tonight, there will be no more Nan Zhang in this world!"

A sharp and menacing voice echoed through the vast night, as if announcing the end of a tradition.

Young Fan Lingzhou stood in the firelight, standing before that tall, thin man...

The man he once regarded as a god was now as pale as paper, his breath as weak as a flickering candle, his tattered clothes soaked in blood and clinging tightly to his body. Where was the trace of his earth-shattering, supreme aura?

"It's not my fault, Second Master..."

Fan Lingzhou's heart pounded uncontrollably, a complex emotion burning through his internal organs.

He couldn't help but speak, his voice carrying a hint of urgency and pallor that even he himself didn't realize.

"Why...why would someone like you go against the tide? Why...why choose such a dead end?!"

Fan Lingzhou's voice grew weaker and weaker; it sounded as if he were both defending himself and questioning someone.

Blood pooled at the man's feet, thick and dark red.

But he still stood there, his body straight, like a monument that has withstood countless storms and remains unyielding even when it crumbles.

The surrounding murderous intent, the firelight, and even the overturned fate of the Nan Zhang clan seemed unable to make him bend his spine.

He smiled.

His lips twitched, smeared with blood and foam, but his gaze pierced through the crowd of people, landing precisely on Fan Lingzhou's face. His eyes were deep and calm, yet they carried a hint of pity.

"Young man..."

His voice was hoarse, yet it reached Fan Lingzhou's ears clearly, "Do you remember our first two meetings?"

"The first time, I gave you an eight-character comment..."

"The second time, I gave you my name..."

He paused, then slowly and laboriously raised his blood-stained fingers.

"This third time... I'll give you another divination."

Before he finished speaking, that blood-stained finger, as if by magic, lightly touched the young Fan Lingzhou's brow!
hum!
Fan Lingzhou felt a violent tremor in his mind, and an incomparably profound hexagram instantly appeared and magnified in his sea of ​​consciousness...

The upper wind is at a disadvantage!

When the wind blows too hard, even the pillars of a building will bend!
"When everything loses its balance, it will collapse..."

The man's voice, like an ancient prophecy, carried its last strength and was imprinted into his soul.

"Water can carry a boat... but it can also capsize it..."

"One day, the one who kills you... will surely be a member of the Zhang family!"

Rumble…

That day.

That night.

The man's last words echoed repeatedly in Fan Lingzhou's ears like an inescapable curse.

As light and shadow shift, fragments of memory rapidly change like a revolving lantern.

Fan Lingzhou felt as if he had returned to Baihe Temple, to that quiet room filled with the rich aroma of medicinal pills.

After the battle at Yujing River Beach, he awoke from a long coma, feeling a tingling sensation in his chest. The emptiness there seemed to have been filled and healed by some powerful force.

He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and what came into view was the old man sitting beside the bed, watching him with concern...

Jiang Wansui, President of the Dao Alliance.

"President..."

Fan Lingzhou's voice was hoarse, carrying the weakness of someone who had survived a disaster, as well as deep confusion.

"The Zhang family...that brat...how could he have hurt me? What kind of technique did he use?"

His face still bore the lingering fear. The desolation and terror brought by that black light on the riverbank still made his soul tremble when he thought about it.

“He is of Nan Zhang’s bloodline…that man…always leaves behind some tricks.” Jiang Wansui’s voice was calm, carrying a soothing power.

Fan Lingzhou fell silent.

He knew, of course, that the "man" Jiang Wansui was referring to was Zhang Tiansheng, the "Divine Diviner".

"But you don't need to worry, that kind of method can only be used once."

Jiang Wansui's voice rang out again, pulling Fan Lingzhou back to reality.

Are you thinking about the comments that man gave you?

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Lingzhou's face twitched violently.

"The future is constantly changing." Jiang Wansui's tone carried an undeniable certainty.

"You have survived the greatest tribulation of your life."

"From this day forward, no one in this world can kill you."

Upon hearing this, Fan Lingzhou couldn't help but recall the black light on the Yujing River beach that ignored and destroyed everything, and the chill in his heart was still hard to dispel.

"You don't believe me?" Jiang Wansui seemed to see through his deepest doubts and asked slowly.

"I……"

Before Fan Lingzhou could answer, Jiang Wansui continued, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient well.

"Anyone's words and actions are just a seed; the outcome depends on yourself."

Jiang Wansui's words seemed to contain some inexplicable meaning.

Fan Lingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly composed himself, saying with utmost respect, "How could I not believe you?"

"I have come this far entirely thanks to the president's guidance and support. For such a life-saving grace, who else in the world can I trust besides the president?"

Jiang Wansui's face was expressionless. In the dim, flickering candlelight, his figure seemed to blend perfectly with the swaying shadows in the room, becoming blurred and unpredictable. Only his utterly calm voice rang out clearly:

"The great calamity has passed; there is neither life nor death..."

"Forget about that eight-character fortune telling."

Rumble…

Light and sound became blurred and distorted in Fan Lingzhou's collapsing consciousness.

Only those eight words of commentary broke free from all constraints, like a death knell of destiny, resounding wildly and desperately deep within his soul...

Rise when it encounters white! Fall when it encounters black!

His gaze was abruptly pulled back to reality!
The scene shifts back to the Blackwater Hills, to the dilapidated Taoist temple, to the final moments of this life!

Before my eyes, a beam of light transformed from the black iron piece.

No, that was not light; it was the deepest and purest "black" in the world, like a spinning, bottomless vortex.

The vortex swallowed the moonlight, the campfire, the sound, and all his resistance—his magic and power—as if the night itself had descended upon him…

All things in heaven and earth will return to nothingness and darkness!

That terrifying, indescribable power, carrying the purest intent of destruction and annihilation, easily pierced through the defenses of his [Bitter Sea Void Boat] dharma form, like a red-hot iron piercing thin ice, and then…

It is the disintegration and annihilation of flesh and blood!
It is the wailing and tearing of the primordial spirit!

It is the lament and collapse of the inner elixir!

Everything that formed the foundation of his life was being frantically torn apart, pulled, and ground in that boundless, chaotic vortex of darkness, ultimately leading to utter annihilation! Rising with the light…falling with the darkness…

In the final moment of his life, just before his consciousness sank completely into eternal darkness, these eight words, like a final flash of lightning, illuminated Fan Lingzhou's chaotic mind.

In the very last moment, as the boundless darkness was about to completely engulf his consciousness, he used every last ounce of his strength to let out a heart-wrenching roar filled with endless despair and rage...

"Long live Jiang!!!"

The sound stopped suddenly.

This name, along with his unfinished words and all the doubts, sank and dissipated in the biting night wind beyond the Great Wall.

Endless darkness swallowed everything.

Rumble…

The black light continued to boil, showing no signs of abruptly subsiding.

That intense blackness, like thick ink dropped into clear water, spread wildly from the spot where Fan Lingzhou vanished.

It permeated heaven and earth, and shook mountains and rivers.

Standing on the edge of this boiling darkness, Zhang Fan's heart trembled.

He gave almost everything for this decisive blow.

Divine and Demonic Embryo!

Samadhi is really hot!

Divine light shines from the spiritual platform!

Only when the three methods are combined and protected can one witness that dark, chaotic force permeating heaven and earth, roaming freely in battle.

The three inches of sharpness that had been barely gathered after killing more than a dozen experts at the Zhai Shou realm was completely exhausted the moment it pierced Fan Lingzhou. Only through all these means could he so narrowly kill a great expert at the Guanzhu realm.

hum...

At this moment, a strong feeling of exhaustion washed over me like waves.

Zhang Fan's body felt as if it had been instantly drained of energy. Unlike the last time he was completely exhausted at the Yujing River Beach, he still felt empty all over, with waves of fatigue and weakness seeping from the depths of his bones. Even standing required a lot of effort.

How could such a drastic act not have any impact?
Rumble…

However, the black iron sheet showed no sign of stopping.

The fragments of Fan Lingzhou's scattered primordial spirit, the disintegrated essence of his inner core, and even the surging vitality remaining in his flesh and blood...

All life-sustaining resources, as if summoned by the highest authority, transformed into visible streaks of light in the night sky, only to be mercilessly devoured and absorbed by the deep, dark void.

That’s not all…

The terrifying black vortex swept around, engulfing everything in all directions.

Those Dao Alliance experts who were still watching and in shock had no time to react. Their primordial spirits and cultivation were mercilessly harvested by the spreading darkness, like autumn leaves being swept away by the autumn wind.

The screams abruptly ceased, and life vanished in an instant!
This terrifying and horrifying scene was no less shocking than the killing of the abbot just now. It made Wang Tao, who was not far away, feel his scalp tingle and a chill run down his spine. His fear and astonishment at the black iron piece reached its peak.

"Um!?"

Just then, Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

With such a massive influx of essence, the black iron sheet, whose sharpness had just been exhausted, did not begin to regrow and multiply as before.

It didn't continue charging!

On the contrary, that vast and magnificent essence seemed to become nourishment for some deeper and more mysterious power.

hum...

On the black iron sheet, the strange patterns that were originally blurry and seemed to be naturally formed slowly emerged and became clearer and brighter.

They seemed to come alive, meandering and flowing on the surface of the iron sheet, shimmering with a dark and profound luster, as if searching for something, deducing something, or engaging in some kind of mysterious communication with an unknown entity in the darkness.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly as he looked at the unbelievable scene before him, his heart filled with a mixture of alarm and curiosity.

He felt an unbreakable bond with the black iron piece, and at this moment he increasingly felt that this black iron piece was no longer just an inanimate object or a magical artifact...

It is more like an ancient ferocious beast that has been asleep for countless years and is now gradually awakening!
It is awakening and beginning to exhibit a certain subjective initiative!
Rumble…

Suddenly, when the last bit of essence plundered from Fan Lingzhou and the surrounding Dao Alliance experts was completely absorbed, the patterns on the iron plate shone brightly!

A strange and subtle fluctuation, yet carrying a power that could penetrate the barriers of time and space, suddenly shot up from within the iron sheet.

This strange fluctuation disregarded distance, as if following some ancient connection, instantly crossing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers beyond the pass, and heading towards some unknown distance!

next moment……

In the far north beyond the Great Wall, in a corner covered in ice and snow and rarely visited by people, an equally ancient, yet even more dormant wave, as if awakened from an ancient slumber, rippled outwards in a faint echo!
Although faint, the connection was real and undeniable.

Two strange fluctuations, seemingly echoing each other from the same source, appeared to be connected in the dark.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan's body jolted violently, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

Another black iron piece!?

This land beyond the Great Wall actually hides another black iron piece!?

“The fragments of the Corpse-Slaying Sword… they are indeed connected!” A strange light flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

Rumble…

Blackwater Hills, in front of a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The soaring phenomenon and the mysterious fluctuations gradually subsided.

Everything returned to calm.

Before them lay a scene of utter devastation. Moonlight spilled out, illuminating the collapsed walls, the scorched earth, and the lifeless, scattered corpses of the Dao Alliance experts, silently testifying to the brutality of the brief yet earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

hum...

Just then, the black iron piece slowly fell and returned to Zhang Fan's palm.

The dark luster completely subsided, the mysterious patterns on the surface disappeared, the sharpness dimmed, and it returned to its broken and inconspicuous appearance.

"Well done, but you ate too cleanly."

Zhang Fan gripped it tightly, as if he were holding a heavy and unknown cause and effect.

He exhaled a long breath, which seemed to take away his last bit of strength. He staggered, his vision went black, and he could no longer stand.

This looks just like a college student who has just run 1000 meters in a physical fitness test.

"Master!"

Just then, Wang Tao appeared beside Zhang Fan and helped him up.

He looked at Zhang Fan, then at the desolate battlefield, especially the place where Fan Lingzhou had disappeared. The shock in his heart was overwhelming.

He never dreamed that Zhang Fan would actually do it.

With his inner core at the sixth level, he forcefully killed a true master-level expert.

This is beyond what can be described as a challenge beyond one's level...

This is outrageous!

A miracle that completely shattered the common sense and barriers of the cultivation world!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a heaven-defying thing truly existed in the world.

At this moment, Wang Tao supported the almost exhausted Zhang Fan, and the look in his eyes, in addition to the original awe, was filled with a sense of fear and bewilderment at the existence of "non-humans".

"This is a mysterious twist of fate, something that cannot be replicated," Zhang Fan exhaled deeply.

If Fan Lingzhou weren't Fan Lingzhou, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way tonight.

However, regardless of the circumstances, he won this battle.

"Sect Master, after tonight, who knows how chaotic the world will become!?" Wang Tao murmured softly, his eyes filled with a hint of worry, yet also a hint of anticipation.

"Why the hell do I care about that?" Zhang Fan shook his head, raised his hand dejectedly, and quickly left.
The night outside the pass is still cold.

The darkness of night slowly swallowed up the two departing figures.

(End of this chapter)