Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Even cultivators must endure the pollution of the Six Dusts within this Red Dust.

The so-called ”Six Dust Poison” is the Six Dusts refined from the Primordial Spirit, condensed into a Great Pill, both poison and medicine.

It is the Great Medicine of Longevity, yet also a deadly poison.

When the Primordial Spirit undergoes this tempering, and the Profound Profound Pill is refined, once the undying light is born, it marks the difference between the Celestial and the Mortal, the path of the Immortal.

Even when Ancestor Lv attained the Dao, he once said, ”I have a bright pearl, long locked away by earthly labors, now the dust is gone, the light is born, illuminating and breaking through mountains and rivers.”

Yet the same is a great tribulation for others, a deadly one.

Unless one cultivates to the realm of ”Pure Yang Wuji,” where the Six Dusts are completely eliminated, one will not be unaffected by this poison.

”As long as one is human, one must endure the contamination of these ’Six Dusts.’”

Han Diyan slowly stood up, gazing compassionately at the weakening Zhang Fan, whose consciousness grew increasingly fuzzy. What he saw seemed to be mere reflections from childhood memories, the taste felt from once-lived experiences...

Color Dust, Sound Dust, Taste Dust, Touching Dust... The Six Dusts rolled forth like a great poison, leading to the great tribulation of the Primordial Spirit.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan’s body curled up, muscles taut, his blood slowing its flow, his heartbeat gradually weakening…

The most frightening was his Primordial Spirit, like a flickering candle flame in the wind, dimming, always on the verge of extinguishing.

”Ah, life… always so fragile within this Red Dust.”

The murderous intent in Han Diyan’s eyes slowly dissipated, revealing a compassion for the living, for once the ”Six Dust Poison” deeply rooted in the Primordial Spirit, it meant certain death.

”Let me end it for you swiftly.”

Han Diyan looked indifferently at the trembling Zhang Fan, slowly walking over.

”You’d better stay away from him.”

At that moment, a cold voice echoed in the quiet night, and a plump figure slowly emerged from the corner of the street. He wore a security uniform, the cold moonlight stretching his shadow long into the hazy night.

The person was none other than Hongfu Garden’s security guard, Liu Fusheng.

”Hmm!?”

Han Diyan halted, looking at the newcomer, his eyes growing deep.

”Who are you?”

”Xu Dog? You must be the new member of the Thirteen Zodiacs.” Liu Fusheng rubbed his hand, slowly removing the glove on his right hand.

”That old dog from before, he died under Dragon Tiger Mountain a decade ago… ripped in two by Big Brother Zong.”

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng’s right hand glove was removed, revealing four fingers, with a section of his pinky missing.

”Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon!?”

Han Diyan noticed the incomplete hand, raised an eyebrow, and recognized him.

”A bit of perceptiveness... as expected of a dog!” Liu Fusheng said lightly.

”You’re too late...”

Han Diyan regained his composure, indifferently glancing at the dying Zhang Fan.

”Contaminated by the Six Dust Poison, even immortals can’t save him.”

This is the poison of Red Dust, the great tribulation of the Primordial Spirit, once fallen into silence, it is irreversible.

Liu Fusheng’s brows furrowed, a fierce chill flashing in his eyes.

”Then... I’ll let you accompany him in death.”

Rumble…

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying wave soared into the sky, instantaneously covering a hundred meters around.

”Thunder Talisman, Burial Ground!”

Almost simultaneously, Han Diyan suddenly looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting, only to see a massive talisman above his head, spanning over ten meters, its complex runes stirring the clouds, with lightning descending from the sky.

”Talisman Dao Demon...”

Han Diyan’s face changed dramatically. Before he could react, streaks of lightning fell, enveloping his entire area, terrifying power roaring and raging across the ground, carving out cracks, stones flying like interwoven blades.

”Touch Dust, Thunder-Fire Escape!”

At this moment, amidst the brilliant lightning, a burst of dust arose, lightning and fire glimmering around Han Diyan, dazzlingly bright, seemingly merging into the descending thunder, his figure swiftly dodging out from under the giant talisman.

”Color Dust, Body Prison Barrier!”

Endless dust surged before Liu Fusheng, and suddenly, he seemed to arrive at another place.

The sky was overcast, with a gentle drizzle falling. At the forefront lay a white building, surrounded by iron fences, with a sign at the entrance bearing seven prominent characters:

Nanwang Mountain Mental Hospital!!!

”Humans, what they most want to forget in this life, yet can never erase, is the fear in their hearts...”

A cold voice echoed in Liu Fusheng’s ear.

For humans, things that evoke fear, whether seen, heard, or listened to... are the most profound.

This profound memory, like a prison, traps all beings, making it difficult for them to break free.

This is the karmic obstacle of the Six Dusts, also the tribulation of the Heart Demon.

”It’s just a blinding technique!”

Liu Fusheng grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. He pinched a mudra with his right hand and gently made a slash.

”Sword Talisman!”

Buzz...

Instantly, the scene before him, like an ink painting, dissolved under his fingertips, and the [Nanwang Mountain Mental Hospital] crumbled along with it.

”Sound Dust, Landfall Swamp!”

Almost simultaneously, swirling dust wound around Liu Fusheng’s right arm, accompanied by an ear-piercing roaring sound. Immediately following, Liu Fusheng’s arm twisted rapidly, as if sinking into a swamp, breaking apart and falling to the ground.

”Life Talisman, Withered Wood!”

Suddenly, the severed limb on the ground transformed into charred talismans, intertwining like withered wood, gradually turning black before finally becoming ashes.

Meanwhile, Liu Fusheng’s right arm was renewed, the Sword Talisman slashed again, cutting through surging dust. With a single hand, he pulled out a figure, his slender fingers gripping the person’s neck tightly, lifting them into the air.

”Little dog, you’re still too tender!” Liu Fusheng sneered.

Bang...

At this moment, Han Diyan, who was in Liu Fusheng’s grasp, suddenly exploded, turning into scattered dust.

The next moment, his figure slowly reformed in the distance, walking out from the dust with blood at the corner of his mouth, eyes brimming with deep fear, staring intently at Liu Fusheng.

”As expected of the Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon... missing for ten years, but his skills haven’t dulled a bit.”

Han Diyan wiped away the blood from his mouth but revealed a cold smile.

”Unfortunately, he’s dead.”

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng’s expression suddenly changed, looking at the unmoving Zhang Fan, his heartbeat gradually stopping, his Primordial Spirit like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

In the Red Dust, the birth of a poisonous barrier, is my Dao’s gate of death tribulation.

”So tired.”

In the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, Zhang Fan felt an unprecedented exhaustion, at this moment, he seemed to return to the womb, ready to sleep deeply, never to distinguish day from night, never to awaken again.

What [North and South Sect Origin], what [Daoist Magic]... seemed to turn into smoke.

The radiance of the Primordial Spirit finally entered silence.

”Using Divine Demon as the Tripod Furnace, the sun and moon as water and fire, Yin and Yang as transformation mechanisms, temperament as Dragon and Tiger, thoughts as true seeds, using the heart to refine thoughts as fire timing, thought breath as fire nurturing, containing light as steady support... thus morning and evening, naturally a child bearing the Holy Embryo.”

At this moment, an ethereal voice sounded in Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, echoing vast and omnipresent.

”Who?”

”First make Divine Demon into a utensil, then use various thoughts as medicine to cook, form the embryo and ignite Samadhi Fire, melt the remaining Yin into Pure Yang.”

The ethereal voice sounded again, emanating an enchanting power, Zhang Fan listened, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

”Forgotten? Forgotten? Have you truly forgotten?”

The ethereal voice was like a grand bell and large drum, resonating deafeningly, echoing in Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, accompanied by that mysterious feeling, a sealed power seemed to slowly awaken at this moment.

”Within black is white being the Pill Mother, within the god resides the demon as the Holy Embryo!”

Buzz...

On the cold street, Zhang Fan’s breath finally extinguished, his Primordial Spirit like a candle flickering in the wind, in the wailing wind, extinguished that last glimmering light.

”This bastard, ultimately still died.”

Han Diyan squinted his eyes, looking at Liu Fusheng, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s body suddenly moved, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, like a blaze of white light, illuminating the chaotic darkness.

”What... what is that?”

Three miles away, Boss Bai was driving the Five Spirits Rainbow Light towards the direction where Zhang Fan was. When he saw that white light shooting up, he braked suddenly, his trembling eyes seemingly seeing a Primordial Spirit rising and awakening.

”This is...”

On the cold street, Liu Fusheng’s eyes widened in disbelief, he saw a Primordial Spirit emerging from Zhang Fan’s body, immensely vast, intensely bright, nearly covering a radius of tens of meters.

At this moment, Han Diyan’s face became particularly bleak, he watched this scene unfold, a storm finally arose within his heart, an terrifying yet unimaginable voice surged within him, uttered from his mouth.

”The world’s most fierce, Divine Demon Holy Embryo!”