Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 640: Chapter 311: Ninth Method, Worldly Mayfly (Part 3)

"The people from the Zhang Family of Dragon Tiger Mountain are arriving soon, retreat quickly!"

Shouts arose one after another, filled with deep fear and despair.

Rumble...

Suddenly, that terrifying figure bent down abruptly, plunging hands into the earth as if grasping the soil, and violently lifted it.

The next moment, the lifted earth transformed into raging flames, terrifyingly more vicious than the Great Flowing Flame of Lao Mountain.

In an instant, hundreds of martial art experts were buried in the sea of fire, struggling and crying out like fierce ghosts.

The struggle for the Daoist lineage has always been bloody, with bones piled like a mountain.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Daoist Sect experts were buried in the purgatory of fire.

Screech... Screech...

At this moment, the cry of a crane pierced the sky, shaking the mountains and rivers.

In the sky, a white crane flew across, a towering figure sat cross-legged on its back, with a high Daoist topknot, robe billowing.

"White Crane Temple!"

That terrifying figure, like a monument, stood amidst the endless sea of fire, looking up at the white crane in the sky.

Exhale...

Suddenly, the Daoist on the white crane’s back leaped forward, charging at the terrifying figure on the ground.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, the terrifying figure also moved, surrounded by what seemed to be flickering thunder. As if with this movement, the heavens trembled, the earth raged, and even the shattering of mountains and rivers could not stop the extraordinary body’s charge.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a strange object appeared in the hand of the diving Daoist, resembling a horn, about nine inches long, neither gold nor jade, glistening with a glow akin to true flames, with a crystal-like essence flowing within, endlessly alive.

Bang...

The two figures collided fiercely in mid-air, true flames boiling, the earth splitting apart. Suddenly, water arose and gold fell, and amidst it all, a forest emerged, seemingly bidding farewell to the terrifying figure.

The setting sun was like blood, on the ground, the terrifying figure lowered its head, looking at the strange object piercing its chest, the immense vitality finally unstoppable in its loss at this moment.

"The True Dragon Horn!?" The terrifying figure’s face was neither sad nor joyful, merely murmuring softly.

In the distance, the Daoist from the White Crane Temple, with blood-stained robes, had long since lost an arm.

Yet he survived.

"Truly remarkable, you actually found it," the terrifying figure murmured softly, finally unable to hold on, and cracks appeared on the surface of its body.

Even such a powerful physique met its end at this moment, as if the horn harbored the most terrifying destructive power in the world.

"Liu Changhai, the heritage of my White Crane Temple is beyond your imagination."

"You started cultivation in the temple at five years old, thinking that by sitting in the prestigious seat of the Profound Palace and training into the Five Elements Mistaken King, you could become invincible and completely break away from the White Crane Temple?" the one-armed Daoist chuckled lightly, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement.

"Not to mention the True Dragon Horn, even the legendary Ninth Method, my White Crane Temple has hope to find."

"The Ninth Method!?" The terrifying figure reached the end of life, yet at this moment, a peculiar brilliance rose in its eyes.

"Regret it? My White Crane Temple is even more special compared to the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family," the one-armed Daoist sneered coldly.

"Vast is the cosmos, through the ages, the never-revealed Ninth Method, its whereabouts unknown to all, yet only my White Crane Temple’s Ancestral Master knows its origin."

White Crane Temple, incredibly mysterious, not claiming the famous mountains and caves of the world, yet standing rivaled with Dragon Tiger Mountain.

"Does the Ninth Method truly exist in this world?" the terrifying figure murmured softly.

"Of course it does..." the one-armed Daoist said coldly.

The legendary Ninth Method, even its true name was never passed down, yet the Ancestral Master of the White Crane Temple left a sentence, revealing its secret and origin.

That sentence had only six words: A worldly mayfly in vastness.

Worldly Mayfly!!!

This is the great secret left by the Ancestral Master of the White Crane Temple.

"Unfortunately, you will never see it again," the one-armed Daoist said coldly.

"Never see it again..."

The terrifying figure murmured softly, turning to look at the setting sun, its gaze stretching into the endless distance, where it seemed to harbor infinite longing.

Time like dusk, at this moment, whether it was Bai He, or non-action, seemed to have become unimportant.

"Three Corpses Daoist!"

Suddenly, the terrifying figure raised its head and let out a long howl, clutching its chest, its body lifted, charging forward!!