bullyxtreme Chapter 568 - 279: Innate Spirit Embryo! Senior Evil and Ye Beichen (5k Mega - )
Chapter 568 - 279: Innate Spirit Embryo! Senior Evil and Ye Beichen (5k Mega - )
The sky is vast, the sun and moon are polished, and time rises like waves upon waves.
In the serene sky of blue, how many seekers of immortality have there been since ancient times, yet how few have proved Pure Yang?
The path to longevity, the road of immortality, the Daoist Skill is hidden within our sect, a few people discussing their merits in the grand hall!
"Longevity... longevity... corpse dissolving in hope of immortality... does true longevity exist in this world?"
Under the bright moon, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit soared to the skies, mysterious aura pervading like the hot blood in his heart, surging and turbulent.
Longevity!
Immortality!
Since ancient times, countless predecessors have tread forward relentlessly, seeking an end to this path, hoping to see the sun and moon’s polish, breaking through the barriers of years.
Yet, the road to seeking immortality is strewn with bones, and none can see the Jade Emperor.
They lived for it, they died for it, they went mad for it... even at the cost of becoming such a monster.
Corpse dissolving into immortality amidst worldly dust, even if there’s a sliver of hope, they pursue it bitterly.
"After waiting hundreds of years, becoming such a monster... does true longevity exist in this world?"
At this moment, a trace of doubt and hesitation rose in Zhang Fan’s heart.
He didn’t consider his talent and aptitude comparable to those predecessors.
Not to mention others, just the Daoist guarding Toad Treasure Mountain, corpse dissolving into immortality, Primordial Spirit sustaining a sword, hundreds of years of suffering, such mentality and perseverance is beyond human endurance.
Roar...
The massive fungus let out a furious roar, like a dragon’s song, resembling a beast’s howl, shaking the mountains and forests, sweeping through clouds and winds, washing the blue sky clean, revealing flowing stars.
Life and death’s mirage, even though the Primordial Spirit relies on the Magic Sword, it is no more than a desolate grave in this mortal world.
Corpse dissolving into immortality is not the true transcendence, nor true indestructibility, but a lingering obsession that became such a monster.
It is fissioning!
It is growing!
It lies in death, yet grows toward life, all to draw closer to the yearned longevity.
"Just this one thought, and there is no affinity with Pure Yang!"
Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit transformed into a ray of light, entangling that mysterious Magic Sword.
For the Daoist residing in Toad Treasure Mountain, he held respect, yet felt pity.
This path was mistaken from the very beginning.
Rumble...
The mysterious Magic Sword suddenly trembled, terrifying sword light soaring to the sky, extinguishing in mid-air.
In an instant, as if ten thousand flames burst forth, sharp light exposed, two terrible breaths clashing together, like Yin and Yang reversing, like Dragon and Tiger killing each other!
"Brother..." Qi Dongqiang’s face twitched, crying out in shock.
"Primordial Spirit devouring..." Qi Delong’s fists involuntarily tightened three-fold.
This is the technique of the Wuwei Sect, with Daoist Skill mastery, refining and nourishing Primordial Spirit, as seen in the azure clouds, there’s smoke and flames rising, killing intent stealing vitality, Non-action giving rise to profound techniques.
"Brother, his ties with the Wuwei Sect are immense, if not the orthodox lineage, he wouldn’t display such phenomena!" Qi Dongqiang murmured.
"Shut up!" Qi Delong whispered sternly, eyes fixed, unwaveringly staring at the top of the massive fungus, watching the mysterious resonating Magic Sword.
Rumble...
The gray light suddenly soared, seemingly turned into the contour of the fungus by the edge of the Magic Sword, charging fiercely.
In the next moment, the glaring light revealed Zhang Fan’s figure, sitting motionless, yet black and white Qi arose, rotating back and forth, like god, like demon.
Buzz...
The gray light just touched the black and white Qi, seeming to encounter an unprecedented fear, abruptly disbanding.
"Divine Demon Holy Embryo... not yet beyond the Great Night, already attained the Samadhi of this Technique..." Qi Delong said gravely.
"Brother, indeed his Primordial Spirit is questionable, transcending common logic, not an ordinary Daoist Sect’s Primordial Spirit..." Qi Dongqiang also discerned the problem.
Rumble...
After the gray light disbanded, it regrouped again, a Daoist-like light image leaped out, but it was tattered and incomplete.
"Corpse dissolving into immortality is indeed a dead end, that Daoist wasted hundreds of years, his Primordial Spirit is already incomplete..." Qi Delong perceived the clue.
"Even though incomplete, still terrifying. If not subdued now, when he recovers again, it will be..." Qi Dongqiang stopped short.
Characters from hundreds of years ago, even if drained of essence and time wasted, aren’t something ordinary experts can handle.
Rumble...
The remnants of the Daoist’s Primordial Spirit trembled violently, creating resonance with the mysterious Magic Sword, and in the next moment, a gigantic shadow slowly rose behind him, unclear after hundreds of years, yet accompanied by a wisp of incense floating, red light burning, exotic scent ceaseless.
"The Zhang Family’s Divine Sealing Technique!" Qi Delong’s eyes trembled.
Just inside the temple, he already knew this Daoist came from Dragon Tiger Mountain, now it seems, he’s of the Zhang Family’s direct lineage, had once ascended to godhood.
But his current Primordial Spirit is long incomplete, so even that divine status gradually dissipates, only the incense remains, drifting in the mortal world, even the mundane Primordial Spirit must pay homage upon seeing it, unable to cross the heavens.
Incense, is one of the most incredible forces in the mortal world.
Heaven and earth are vast, only Immortal Gods can feast on incense, for within it lies the purest thoughts of all beings, whether devotion, or wishes, or desires, or reverence, or fear... all kinds of pure thoughts naturally arise, merge into the incense, becoming the nourishment of Immortal Gods.
Thoughts, are trials of cultivation for worldly people.
Rumble...
Though the Daoist’s divine status was absent, the incense persisted, drifting towards Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit!
"Brother..."
Qi Dongqiang cried out in shock.
That thing is the offering to Immortal Gods, yet to cultivators like them, it’s a monstrous flood, a poison of death.
Buzz...
Sure enough, as that wisp of incense floated close, the black and white Qi around Zhang Fan instantly extinguished, dissipating into nothing.