Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 309: Chapter 173: My Name Is Li Changgeng! He’s Also Surnamed Zhang

Just like the Demon Subduing Lord descending from the heavens, truly the Tai Sui God of the mortal world.

The mystery of incense lies hidden within the thoughts of all beings; worshipping Immortal Gods, it is not to be lightly touched by the mundane. Upon seeing it, one must be awed and bow low.

Yet at this moment, that soaring will and inexhaustible Primordial Spirit was the most terrifying in the world—fearing neither gods nor ghosts. Even if the incense power soared to the heavens, still, it would taint and transform itself into a Divine Demon.

”How can this be!?”

The voices of Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang sounded simultaneously from that body, laden with deep shock. Their trembling gazes were fixed upon the slowly awakening Zhang Fan, eyes overflowing with disbelief.

Frequently tainted in the flesh by incense power, and yet able to regain clarity!?

”You... who on earth are you!?” Qi Delong cried out in alarm.

In his eyes, Zhang Fan was nothing more than another true disciple from Zhenwu Mountain who, like the Liu Brothers, had stumbled into the Imprisoned Immortal Temple by stroke of fate, never once worthy of concern.

But now, the two prodigies of Laojun Mountain were truly shaken. Even with his cultivation and natural talent, he dare not touch incense lightly, much less draw it into a mortal form, lest its chaotic thoughts drag his Primordial Spirit into the Great Night of Darkness...

That was one of the tribulations most feared by cultivators.

”He hasn’t yet transcended calamity, yet still can be so fierce!?”

Waves stirred in Lin Jianyue’s heart, impossible to calm. When she looked at Zhang Fan, the tremor in her eyes was tinged with incomprehension.

The Divine Demon Holy Embryo must, by fate, enter the Great Night. Untranscended from calamity, to re-cultivate is already inconceivable, let alone so fierce—utterly unbelievable.

This differed from the Divine Demon Holy Embryo she knew of.

”Incense hides mystery, truly the Immortal Elixir.”

In that moment, Zhang Fan murmured softly, both eyes shining with an unprecedented brightness.

Intent—the most wondrous power in the mortal world, yet also the most fatal tribulation for all cultivators.

Even all these false and empty phenomena of myriad forms are constructed from the minds of countless beings.

All things in the mortal world, the tangible, first arise from thought, and only then do the causes and effects of birth and death entwine.

For example, the ancients desired warmth and thus created fire, desired shelter and built nests, wished to record and invented writing...

All arises from the heart; all realms are transformed by the heart.

The birth of a single thought will yield its result, and may emerge in all imaginable and unimaginable forms, disregarding time and space.

Most crucially, thoughts influence one another.

For instance, if you believe yourself destined for fortune, then surely you will become wealthy. But should setbacks birth confusion or doubt, the outcome is altered.

Such is the plight of all beings—unable to master their own thoughts. Even the Innate Primordial Spirit can be drowned and lost among conflicted intentions, left to struggle amid the emptiness of all illusions.

Thus, both Daoist Sect and Buddhist Sect regard this world as empty and false. Only by piercing through the endless causes, effects, and illusions born of thought, can one see the sole, true nature.

That is the Pure Yang Realm. That is the Immortal Path.

And incense itself conceals the purest thoughts of all.

Its power is, thus, mysterious. Its power, therefore, boundless!!!

Rumble—

At this moment, the cloud-like flame drifted, floating over Zhang Fan’s Dantian, before slowly merging into his body. Within the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, echoed the heavy sound of chains colliding.

”He who steals is the thief.”

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang’s brows twitched violently, crying out in shock. Incense may be perilous, but it also holds wonder. This is a supreme treasure of the Daoist Sect—an Immortal Elixir. How could they let the duck in hand fly away?

In almost the same instant, Lin Jianyue had a similar thought. The two grandmasters of rival factions, as if by unspoken accord, turned their blades toward Zhang Fan.

Rumble—

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang’s Primordial Spirit Unification Technique was unfathomably profound; the two Primordial Spirits merged as one, resembling a whirlpool of chaos, deep as an abyss, fathomless, pressing down upon Zhang Fan.

Simultaneously, Lin Jianyue too shed all reserve, her Primordial Spirit emerging, producing an Outer Scenery. Within the ancient dim hall, a pale moon seemed to rise—seas of blue reflecting the moon, crossing the void in dominion.

Their two Primordial Spirits released a dreadful aura. Witnessing this, the Liu Brothers shrank with terror, not daring approach; beside such grand Primordial Spirits, they were but fireflies in the wind, flickering and near extinction.

”Brother...”

”Inheritor of Laojun Mountain, Rabbit among the Thirteen Zodiacs... These two are the best of this era... No wonder... No wonder...” Liu Xingtui gritted his teeth and said.

Under the pressure of those two Primordial Spirits, his thoughts could not flow. It was as if he saw a chaos abyss, or like witnessing the bright moon over the vast sea—utterly lost, unable to control himself.

”Alas, and now you would unite as enemies.”

At this moment, a sigh echoed, gentle as autumn waters, tinged with boundless frost.

Rumble—

Suddenly, the entire hall seemed to dim; heaven sank, earth sank, the world was without light. Where now was the whirlpool abyss, where the vast sea and bright moon...

Only that eternal night—only the Great Night of Darkness!!!

”Thi... this—what is this?”

The voices of Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang sounded at once from that body. Their eyes widened, bloodshot and full of disbelief, terror and dread concealed within...

In this instant, their Primordial Spirits seemed to fall into a boundless void, wandering aimlessly, accompanied by nothing but darkness.

Such loneliness was like being exiled; no more light, no more cultivation, no more immortality, nothing remained but despair and annihilation...

One day, their Primordial Spirits, too, would be buried in this endless darkness—as corpses resting in yellow sand, shrouded by the dust of ages, forgotten by the world.