Zongman: Starting from the Chaos Orb

Standing in front of his father's antique shop, Dongfang Zang had no intention of knocking on the door. Instead, he used his skills to pass through the door as if he was in an empty place.

The store was in a mess. He slowly scanned it and saw Dad, Uncle Long and Xiaoyu were all inside.

At this moment, Uncle Long was cleaning the house with a miserable look on his face, while Dad was pointing and criticizing him without mercy, with all kinds of criticisms and instructions coming out of his mouth.

Xiaoyu lay on the sofa as if it had nothing to do with her, with her two little feet raised high, shaking from time to time, looking very playful. There was an English textbook spread out in front of her, obviously using this way to avoid labor.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Zang couldn't help but smile. The three people at this time couldn't see him at all, so Dongfang Zang just walked in silently.

Under the cover of the absolute domain, he began to check all of his father's memories. At the same time, he had picked up the magic book that his father treasured, sat next to Xiaoyu, and began to read it.

It didn't attract any attention from the three people present, as if everything was so natural, even the magic book left the bookshelf, and Xiaoyu didn't even notice the slight dent in the sofa.

A moment later, Dongfang Zang gently closed the magic book, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

This is a technique that uses pure energy to achieve extraordinary results. This can be seen from the strong pure energy on Dad's body. This technique completely changes the balance between clear and turbid energy, thereby achieving the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life.

However, the limit is that he can only live for about another thirty years before he dies.

After all, with the existing pure energy in this world, it is impossible to reach a higher level. Moreover, there should be at most tens of thousands of so-called righteous wizards in the world. This is the upper limit. If there are more, the pure energy cannot support it.

It's really a case of one carrot, one hole.

As for the sword dragons in my father's memory, that is, the dark wizards, they use turbid air to transform their bodies to a certain extent, and also use some clear air. Strictly speaking, this path can go further than simply using clear air.

This should be part of the inheritance left by the Eight Immortals...

"No wonder these eight people are so weak. They use pure energy to cultivate, but in the end, it's just human essence, not even as good as chakra. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and they can't even comprehend much of the rules..."

[Do you know where the clear and turbid qi go? ]

"Don't worry, we still need to confirm some things..."

As he whispered, he began to activate the mark recorded in the magic book, which was a mysterious method that could communicate with the Shadow Kingdom.

In just a moment, he knew the location of the Holy Lord. With a flash of his body, Dongfang Zang appeared in the building of the Black Hand Gang.

Looking at the stone sculpture of a coiled dragon in front of him, the smile on Dongfang Zang's mouth became more and more obvious.

[Lü Yan's soul aura. The eight demons are the soul clones of the eight immortals. Five thousand years ago, they must have planned something related to the pure energy.]

The voice of the Earth's Shadow made the judgment without hesitation. Dongfang Zang smiled and nodded. He did not rashly touch the Holy Lord's stone dragon sculpture. At this moment, he did not want the Eight Immortals to notice his arrival, so it was better to be cautious.

Although the siege by the Eight Immortals was not that difficult, it was still quite troublesome.

Moreover, they obviously have a backup plan. They gather the pure energy of the dragon world, while the turbid energy disappears. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the best strategy.

Afterwards, Dongfang Zang activated the black shadow mark again, and in a flash, he arrived at the black shadow kingdom.

Everywhere he looked was pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. And with the sudden arrival of this stranger, countless blood-red eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness. They stared straight at Dongfang Zang, their indifferent gazes emitting traces of murderous intent.

"Not pure darkness..."

Dongfang Zang looked calmly at the eyes hidden in the darkness, but he did not catch his own voice.

The sense of smell, hearing, and taste seemed to be deprived at this moment, and even the vision was suppressed a lot.

At this moment, those red eyes began to approach Dongfang Zang rapidly, and the dense eyes from all directions almost completely surrounded Dongfang Zang.

Obviously, the mark of the Shadow Kingdom does not allow these legions to be regarded as friendly units, and they do not allow outsiders to enter the Shadow Kingdom.

The next moment, Dongfang Zang had quietly activated some of the dark laws extracted from the Dark-Dark Fruit. In an instant, all the red eyes stopped moving forward and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

"interesting..."

Dongfang Zang sighed inwardly, his perception at full power at this moment, trying to explore the edge of the Shadow Kingdom. His consciousness was like a fine spider silk, cutting through the shadowy army in the darkness one by one.

The state of the Black Shadow Legion at this moment is between illusion and solidity, which is extremely strange, and there is no soul fluctuation in it, just like a group of soulless puppets.

But the shadow rules between each other are connected, and millions of ghost soldiers form a kind of mysterious rule logic.

"Clear and turbid qi, yin and yang, this world is made up of turbid qi, but within this turbid qi there is no human nature, no sorrow, no hurt, no grief, no resentment..."

Dongfang Zang couldn't help but squint slightly.

"This is the natural turbid energy of this world, pure and unalienable."

Dongfang Zang's gradually expanding perception finally detected ten distinct auras. He slowly extended his right hand in the darkness, gently grasping forward. Then, looking down, he saw a mask in his hand.

The mask was red in color with white eyebrows and a white beard. It looked hideous and terrifying, like a demon, emitting a sinister aura.

"Mask of Tara..."

With a slight curl of his lips, Dongfang Zang directly used the absolute domain to cover Tara's mask, completely decomposing it. The soul in it was suddenly awakened, and before it could resist, it was devoured by Dongfang Zang in just a moment!

In Tara's memory, he appeared earlier than the Eight Demons. When he showed up in Neon, there was no news about the Eight Demons at all.

Tara is also a dark wizard. Thanks to an encounter, she obtained the magic of shadow and soul control. At that time, Neon was a pure barbaric land, and there were no wizards. Tara directly became the king of the entire Neon.

However, after experiencing various rebellions and fights with his subordinates, Tara, as a king, suffered greatly from the ravages of human selfishness. His desire for power became stronger and stronger, and he could no longer suppress his desire for power.

After all, Japan's tradition is to have the weak prevail over the strong, and not everyone wants to listen to Tara obediently.

In the end, he resolutely used the ultimate spell of Shadow Soul Control, turning the entire neon into a ghost cave.

The world at that time was filled with extremely dense and vigorous energy, far from what it is today. If that spell were used now, it would be difficult to infect an entire village.

Tara succeeded, and the process went extremely smoothly. The neon lights turned into ghosts, and the foul air between heaven and earth turned into black shadows!

Even at this moment, Dongfang Zang, who absorbed Tara's soul, has obtained all the power of the Shadow Kingdom.

In his perception, the Dark Shadow Kingdom was still growing slowly at this time, and the pure turbid air between heaven and earth was still continuously infusing into the Dark Shadow Kingdom, making its power continue to increase.

Originally, Tara only obtained a few million ghost soldiers when he transformed Neon into a ghost den, but with the continuous infusion of turbid air for thousands of years, the number of legions in the Shadow Kingdom is now more than hundreds of millions, and its power has become extremely huge.

The ending of Tara's story is also very happy. The Eight Immortals have arrived. Although they appear as eight righteous wizards in Tara's memory, Dongfang Zang still sensed their breath.

"Heh...Eight Immortals...good plan..."

Dongfang Zang's eyes flashed with an eerie light in the darkness.

"Then, if the turbid energy of the earth returns to the black shadow, where does the turbid energy of man go?"