Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 641: Chapter 312: Farewell to Zhao Jie Xuan! The Struggle Between North and South

The setting sun is like blood, descending in the west.

In front of the ruined temple, that terrifying figure staggered back here, with a strange Treasure Horn seemingly integrated into his chest, its root-like veins spreading like a network.

His chest was like a volcano about to erupt, emitting a faint glow, his entire body shrouded in mist, hair like Withered Wood, bones inside decaying like rusty metal, creaking and groaning.

The Five Elements were in conflict, chaos akin to mourning.

This master of the Wuwei Sect was finally reaching the end of his life. Despite his unmatched Divine Techniques, despite his Profound Techniques beyond compare... he would still die here, unable to see the hope of Longevity.

"Pure Yang..."

"Of the countless Seekers of Immortality throughout history, how many have achieved Pure Yang!?"

The golden river flows eastward, like the passing time slipping away unnoticed.

Despite mastering the Five Elements Mistaken King, Pure Yang was still out of reach, Longevity unachieved.

Living in the Red Dust is the greatest Tribulation, in this Tribulation, the common people all sink, not seeing transcendence.

"Pure Yang... Pure Yang..."

The terrifying figure murmured lightly, his bones melting, his hair growing wildly... this body was ultimately uncontrollable.

White Crane Temple, Wuwei Sect, all the Daoist Sects in the world... at this moment, in his eyes they were like smoke drifting, and ambitions for dominance were nothing but a passing cloud.

Dang... Dang... Dang...

Just then, a series of crisp bell sounds came from afar, echoing in the Empty Valley, fading beneath the bleak twilight.

The terrifying figure lifted his head with difficulty, his scattered gaze falling upon an old man with white hair and beard, riding a green ox, holding a wooden Sword, approaching from the west, arriving in the blink of an eye.

"Heaven and earth so vast, Five Elements Mistaken King... a rare thing indeed..." The old man murmured from atop the green ox.

"Who are you?"

The hoarse voice no longer sounded human, the cold wind in the valley chilling to the bone.

"My surname is Li, I have come to see you off." The old man spoke softly.

Rumble...

As his words fell, the ancient temple suddenly collapsed, large stones falling and burying the once unparalleled master forever.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the light and shadow before his eyes shattered, a roaring in his ears.

Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, finding himself still in the dilapidated hall, though the red light had already faded away.

"That was too close, the mind is the dwelling of Consciousness, stepping into this place stirs a flurry of thoughts." Li Miaoyin showed residual fear, breathing a long sigh of relief.

With thoughts flying, the Primordial Spirit grows quiet, that is the Great Night.

It seems the three of us might remain here forever.

It’s no exaggeration to say, in this abandoned temple, the most dangerous place is likely this Heart Consciousness Hall.

A master of Daoist practice stepping inside, with an agitated Consciousness, loses control, like ordinary people with scattered thoughts, causing various emotions, consuming energy, and ending in withering and death.

"Such danger, yet able to wake up..." Zhang Fan mused.

What he just saw might have been thoughts left behind by the Lord of the Profound Palace, intertwining and entering his Primordial Spirit.

In this way, it was indeed perilous, he could very well have been trapped in those thoughts forever.

As a child, Zhang Fan heard many strange tales from the elderly in the neighborhood.

They often said a child from some family, having lost their soul in the wild, came back silly and dazed, some were bedridden and became vegetative.

In truth, in the wilderness, especially in abandoned temples, once having received Incense, within the Incense lies the purest human thoughts, Gods and Buddhas receive Incense, receiving thoughts.

Once abandoned, these thoughts remain uncontrollable, weak firelight taints the Primordial Spirit, falling in, never to wake again.

Hence the old saying goes, better to sleep in an abandoned grave than stay in a broken temple.

"Able to wake is likely because of him."

Just then, Zhang Wuming raised a hand to point.

Zhang Fan instinctively looked over, seeing a figure sitting cross-legged atop the partially collapsed Divine Platform, blood-stained clothes, complexion as deathly pale as paper, eyes closed as if asleep.

As this face entered sight, Zhang Fan’s eyes trembled, almost uncontrollable, this person was none other than...

"Zhao Jie Xuan!?"

Zhang Fan stepped forward swiftly, arriving near the Divine Platform.

"You know him?" Zhang Wuming stepped up, could not resist asking.

"I’m here to find him." Zhang Fan said solemnly.

Truly, searching high and low only to find it with no effort.

Traveling far to Guixi Province, delving into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, after much trouble, never finding Zhao Jie Xuan, who would have thought to stumble into this temple ruin and find him instead.

"This person is not simple." Zhang Wuming scrutinized up and down, eyes glowing with intrigue, clicking his tongue in wonder.

The mysterious Profound Palace forgets life and death, harvesting thoughts as medicine in corpse form.

"This one has indeed harvested the thoughts within this temple as Great Medicine?" Zhang Wuming raised an eyebrow, revealing an odd expression.

No wonder they could awaken, those wandering thoughts devoured by this monstrosity.

Yet in Daoist practice, thoughts are seen as Heart Demon.

Throughout history, this world has only one Technique to harvest thoughts as medicine, known as the most ferocious under heaven.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!" Li Miaoyin whispered solemnly.

"He’s having issues." Zhang Wuming said gravely.

Zhang Fan remained silent, raising a hand to Zhao Jie Xuan’s forehead.

"He’s fallen into the Great Night."

Even the Divine Demon Holy Embryo is not omnipotent.

A person can only eat so much, even more so Zhao Jie Xuan, already gravely injured.

Buzz...

Just then, Zhang Fan’s arm trembled slightly, a peculiar wave radiating from his body.