Starting Cultivation During a Trip

At that time, the young man wore a thin spring shirt, a bank of misty rain, and apricot blossoms felt chilly.

Who would know of the old stories of Jiangnan? The Daoist child called out the name Chu Chaoran.

Golden light filled the land, spirits arose from nature. That Daoist child uttered a name destined to be revered worldwide later on, eyes fierce and watching the Three Corpses Daoist, who was amidst a great tribulation but was to become the world’s foremost powerhouse.

With fate’s intricate arrangements, the wheel of destiny thus began to turn, rolling forward relentlessly.

The big black dog panting with its tongue out, eyes fierce, here in the depths of this barren mountain, between heaven and earth, it would never imagine the karmic entanglement these two would experience over the next thirty years, nor would it foresee how the Daoist sect’s history would be marked by them in the following century, as time flows, as mountains and rivers change, their story as splendid as a painting and as eternal as the stars.

”Three Corpses Daoist... Chu Chaoran...”

Whirl, whirl...

Countless shadows and lights shattered like foam, mountains, rivers, golden light, human figures, Daoist child, black dog... all dissipated into the air.

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit seemed to float up from the sunken seabed, finally exhaling the breath he held.

He struggled out of the memory ocean of the Three Corpses Daoist, a boundless feeling of exhaustion rushing in instantly, as if his primordial spirit were trapped in the Great Night, the kind that others would endure with a primordial spirit’s silence, never waking again.

This is the risk of comprehending the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, but it was only because Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit was strong that he dared to try continuously.

”Unexpectedly...”

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit returned to his body, his mind still filled with images just seen, the memories of the Three Corpses Daoist, engraved deeply like a brand, having a significant effect.

If not digested in time, it could even affect his own primordial spirit; ordinary people can’t withstand it and would turn into madmen, fools...

”Transcendent Zhenren unexpectedly had such a past, acquainted with the Three Corpses Daoist in childhood.”

Zhang Fan thought deeply, for the Three Corpses Daoist in the Daoist sects was extremely mysterious, almost no one knew his origin, past, or teacher lineage.

However, it is commonly believed that he was a figure from a hundred years ago, roughly twenty years older than Chu Chaoran.

Now it seems this speculation is correct.

From the memory glimpsed earlier, we see that the youthful Three Corpses Daoist was about twenty-eight or nine years old and encountered young Chu Chaoran, appearing eight or nine, on his way to Jiangnan Province.

According to the common records in the Daoist sects, about ten years later, the Three Corpses Daoist would step into that supreme realm, achieving the unparalleled fame of the world’s foremost expert.

Viewing from today’s perspective, at that time, Chu Chaoran was just reaching maturity, still on the rise.

During that period, Dragon Tiger Mountain convened the world’s Daoist sect experts for the Universal Sacrifice; the great tribulation was born from then, and Chu Chaoran became the only survivor of that great tribulation.

Afterward, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and twenty years later, he confronted the Three Corpses Daoist in magical combat on the summit of East Peak of Mount Tai.

The old gods fell, new gods crowned, completing the transition of the world’s foremost expert position.

Fate is elusive, but reflecting from a god’s-eye view, it is that mysterious, that magical, rolling forth, never shifting for human will.

”The life of the Three Corpses Daoist was indeed too splendid, too long...” Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly.

This is unlike watching a film, where one can fast forward with one hand; each time, he can only rely on the primordial spirit to glimpse, bearing huge risks and pressures as well.

This time, besides seeing fleeting past of Chu Chaoran, Zhang Fan still didn’t discover anything related to the [Golden Radiance Treasure Box].

”Sleep.”

Limitless fatigue surged like a tide, Zhang Fan felt his body like a puddle of mud, unable to think anymore, his eyelids fell, gradually sinking into dreams.

...

The next day, the sound of birds chirping rang by his ears.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes; the sky was already bright. Such a sweet deep sleep, only after each exploration of the Three Corpses Daoist’s memories could he enjoy once.

Though comprehending the Three Corpses Primordial Pill has great risks, finishing each time leaves profound exhaustion, yet upon awakening, Zhang Fan feels his primordial spirit seems more solidified.

With the strength of his primordial spirit, having such a training effect is evident in how terrifying the Three Corpses Daoist’s memories are.

”Rest a couple of days.”

Zhang Fan needs to remove the impact from yesterday’s memory exploration before venturing again; otherwise, even he would suffer a mental breakdown.

With that thought, Zhang Fan rose, simple tidying, then left the house.

Arriving at the gate of Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan swept his gaze casually, surprisingly seeing a familiar figure along the street.

”Uncle Feng!?”

Feng Ping’an, back when Zhang Fan lived in the old house, he was selling pancakes at the alley entrance. Recently, Zhang Fan tried his craftsmanship after moving back to the old house and went to visit several times.

Unexpectedly, he actually set up his stall at the gate of Hongfu Garden.

”Uncle Feng...”

Zhang Fan walked over and greeted him; Feng Ping’an had his head down, engrossed in a book in his hands...

”Uncle Feng...” Seeing no response, Zhang Fan called again.

At this point, Feng Ping’an finally put down the book and looked up.

”Fan...”

”Uncle Feng, why move the stall here?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

”The old residential area was demolished, so I moved to continue selling pancakes.” Feng Ping’an grinned, ”Fan, you live here?”

”Yes, I live in Hongfu Garden.”

Zhang Fan nodded, and his peripheral vision fell on the cover of the book in Feng Ping’an’s hand.

”The Investiture of the Gods!?”

”Fan, have you read this novel?” Feng Ping’an asked casually.