Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 515: Chapter 256: Divine Demon Core Formation Mother! Human Xiao Emerges from Seclusion

Fierce Mountain looms, casting death, only two or three seats at the Longevity Banquet.

Since ancient times the path has been short, piles of white bones uphold Heaven’s law.

On the road of the mortal world, in pursuit of longevity, there are always layers of tribulation, killing intent rising and falling.

Ordinary people toil their entire lives, still drifting amidst hardship—let alone cultivators?

Contending against Heaven for fate, when reaching the Great Master Realm, once calamity descends, it is only surviving death to seek life. How many can go further to gaze upon the Infinite Pure Yang!?

”The path of cultivation is stealing life amid killing intent. Your road ends here.” Zhang Fan spoke in a low, steady voice, expression calm and tranquil. Facing Qin Ming, Song Yunqi, and Ji Haisan—three mighty figures—his indifferent gaze did not ripple in the slightest.

”Arrogant!” Qin Ming snorted coldly.

”Stealing life in killing, non-action birthing the method... Zhang Fan, this is the heresy of the Wuwei Sect. You truly have fallen deep.” Song Yunqi replied with icy harshness.

That day, he was ordered to go to Yujing City to investigate Meng Qinghuan’s death. Reading the dossier, he first encountered Zhang Fan there, and instinctively sensed a problem. Now it is plain—he and the Wuwei Sect are thick as thieves, shamelessly colluding.

”Heaven begets myriad Daos. Some live, some perish. What talk of noble and lowly, exalted or debased, or of right and wrong?” Zhang Fan replied coolly.

”Say all you will, in the end, Technique reigns supreme!”

Qin Ming spoke frigidly, his brow suddenly quivering. His Primordial Spirit leaped skyward, blazing forth like the rising sun. Immediately, Primordial Light shone everywhere, stirring mysterious ripples that wove outward, layer upon layer, filling a space of ten zhang.

”Primordial Divine Light!”

Off in the distance, Fang Changle’s face grew grave. He was a Maoshan Inheritor and Qin Ming a Qi Yun Mountain successor.

Both hailed from the famed mountains among the Ten Great Taoist Sects under Heaven; in heritage, they were almost equals.

If not for being framed and locked in prison for two years, perhaps now he too would stand at such a realm.

Great Master Realm—Primordial Divine Light—this transformation alone has a world of difference with the High-level Realm.

Qin Ming is six years older than Zhang Fan. A year and a half ago, by relying on the Qin Family forebears’ molted skin and the Daoist Skill of Qi Yun Mountain, he grasped the mysteries of this realm.

Rumble—

At almost the exact moment, Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan also readied their Primordial Spirits. Not quite released, but already Primordial Light bathed everything.

The three Great Master Realm experts acted as one. Their Primordial Lights crashed together, covering the scene like a raging sea, as if Heaven and Earth split asunder. The terrifying pressure made even Fang Changle, thirty zhang away, tremble in terror.

His Primordial Spirit quivered and shook. All his blood seemed to gather at a point, flooding his Heart Acupoint. His face grew deathly pale.

The Great Master Yuan Guang holds a natural suppression over ordinary cultivators’ Primordial Spirits, as if a savage lion stands before a frail rabbit—suppression stemming from the very bloodline.

Even at the High-level Realm, one can hardly bear this oppression.

This is the gulf between them, as wide as an unbridgeable chasm.

At this moment, caught at the center of these three mighty men, one can only imagine the weight pressing on Zhang Fan.

”Zhang Fan, you think just because you’ve reached the Great Master Realm, you can run rampant, unrestrained? In the end, you are a frog at the bottom of a well. This world is far vaster than you imagine.” Song Yunqi rebuked him coldly.

He urged his Primordial Spirit, let his Sexual Light soar, and pressed on Zhang Fan with no reservations.

”Destroy his Primordial Spirit. Even Zhenwu Mountain can’t say a word against it,” Qin Ming intoned sternly.

Rumble—

The three Primordial Spirits were like fireballs—searing and blinding—setting off ripples that blazed like molten steel.

In this moment, anyone—even if their Primordial Spirit emerged and merely brushed the fringe of the central arena—would have their body and soul annihilated, reduced to ashes.

”And you dare show off your meager cultivation before me?”

At that instant, Zhang Fan let out a long howl, startling Cang Mountain itself.

Fang Changle managed to open his eyes a slit, squinting toward the scene.

Rumble—

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit leaped forth, rising from his Spirit Platform. Triple Primordial Light soared aloft like a rainbow piercing the sun, like scarlet mist at dawn. Each strand of brilliance radiant, each wave of divine might like the ocean’s rising surge.

”This—”

”Triple Primordial Light? You’re not—”

Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan’s faces changed instantly, hardly daring to believe it. According to their intelligence, Zhang Fan only recently broke through to the Great Master Realm, and hadn’t consolidated his cultivation—how could he already advance so far, stepping into this height?

”Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!” Song Yunqi roared in disbelief.

Great Master Realm—Ninefold Primordial Light—each advance is the product of meticulous grinding, accumulated over long years, with difficulty achieved.

How could it possibly be so simple, breakthroughs as easily as drinking water, as easily as eating rice!?

Rumble—

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit blazed like the rising sun, his radiance ever more intense. By comparison, the three others were already pale as moonlight, growing dim and ethereal.

Splurt—

At that instant, Ji Haisan finally vomited a mouthful of blood. Unable to bear it, his Primordial Spirit snapped back to his Body Acupoints and he staggered a step back.

Huff—

In almost the same moment, he jerked his head up, face white with horror—Zhang Fan, like a specter, was already standing before him without his knowing when he moved.

”This man is like a demon, do not grow careless!”

Ji Haisan’s eyes bulged wide in panic, voice cracking with terror.

”You still have the heart to warn others?”

Zhang Fan sneered. He struck in a blur, True Flame coiling his fingers, grasping savagely forward.

Huff—

Ji Haisan’s mind strung taut as a bow, retreating. Yet, after all, he was half a beat too late. He cried in pain as a large chunk of flesh was ripped live from his chest by Zhang Fan’s hand.

Fresh blood splattered the ground, the burning agony seared over his wound, and faintly, one could see his white rib bones.

”Still wish to run?”

Zhang Fan’s tone was ice. His Primordial Spirit suppressed, Triple Primordial Light present everywhere.