Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 554: Chapter 273: Pyramid of Corpses! Northern Zhang Lineage, Five Demons Soldier Master

”Pure Yang Treasure!?” Zhang Fan’s expression changed abruptly.

Generally, those created within a hundred years can only be considered as magical artifacts.

Only those over a hundred years can be called magical treasures, which are further divided into [Yellow Feather Treasure], [Cyan Feather Treasure], and [Purple Feather Treasure] according to the years of consecration.

Above all treasures, stands the Pure Yang Treasure, which is something only those who have reached the Pure Yang Wuji Realm might leave behind as the supreme legacy of a major sect.

Zhongnan Mountain is one of the Ancestral Courts of the Daoist Sect, with a long history and many experts, such as Ancestor Wang Chongyang, Ancestor Qiu Chuji, Ancestor Liu Haichan, and others, all of whom have grasped the transformation of Pure Yang Wuji.

”Pure Yang Treasure, Divine Techniques are hard to match...” Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at Qi Delong.

”Does your Laojun Mountain also have a Pure Yang Treasure?”

”Of course it does.”

Before Qi Delong could speak, Qi Dongqiang interjected.

”Shut up.” Qi Delong reprimanded.

Qin Ergou stood beside them, looking completely confused.

”I’ve only seen our Laojun Mountain’s Pure Yang Treasure once. To be honest, the Primordial Spirit can’t spy on it, it’s supreme and inviolable, that kind of feeling...” Qi Delong murmured, a look of awe in his eyes.

”It’s like facing a Transcendent Zhenren... that’s the difference between a Celestial Being and us.”

At this point, Qi Delong sighed heavily.

”Zhongnan Mountain has more than one Pure Yang Treasure, An Wuyang once received enlightenment, what a great fortune is that?” Qi Delong said solemnly.

”That’s why he is different from the rest.”

”Brother, if he dares to come, it’s directed at us; a fight between inheritors is a battle for the Daoist orthodoxy.” Qi Dongqiang’s voice was cold, with a hint of ruthlessness.

”If An Wuyang really comes, then it’s trouble.”

Saying this, Qi Delong looked at Qin Ergou and asked, ”Is there anyone among them with very fair skin, who likes to go barefoot?”

”No,” Qin Ergou shook his head. ”I led them to Old Pig Forest, and then I detoured here to find you.”

Old Pig Forest is a perilous area in Toad Treasure Mountain. In the dead of night, strange pig noises come from there. Some say wild boars are hidden in the forest, but actually, that forest grows at the ”Toad’s” throat, so at night, there’s the ”Toad’s cry.”

Ordinary people might just get lost, but those with Primordial Spirit Awakening, upon hearing that toad’s cry, often fall into an illusion, seeing various Primordial Spirit Outer Sceneries, unable to extricate themselves.

”The experts from Zhongnan Mountain probably won’t be trapped for long.” Qi Delong said solemnly.

Last time he passed through that forest, he knew the toad’s cry was formidable.

”Ergou, you better not go back, stay with us.” Zhang Fan pondered slightly, fearing Qin Ergou would disappear like Zhang Wang did last time.

”Okay, I’ll stay with Brother Fan.” Qin Ergou nodded heavily.

”Ahead is Toad’s Mouth.” Qi Delong said with a deep voice.

Walking three more miles, there’s a gorge entrance. If the whole mountain is a toad, there would be the toad’s mouth, with the pearl it holds inside.

”That Daoist even built the tomb inside the toad’s mouth.”

Qi Delong’s face was grave, last time he just circled near Toad’s Mouth, and his Primordial Spirit suffered considerable damage, nearly losing himself there.

”Let’s go and see for ourselves!”

In the darkness, the three walked for half an hour and finally reached Toad’s Mouth.

In the pale moonlight, a dark shadow blocked the entrance, resembling a monument.

”Don’t go near...”

A hundred steps away, Qi Delong raised his hand to stop everyone, his expression cautious, staring intently at the shadow.

”What’s that?” Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.

”This thing is extremely sinister, last time I fell for it.” Qi Delong’s expression turned nasty.

To his shame, he still hadn’t figured out what the shadow was; it seemed to merge with the surrounding darkness, even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate it.

”Let me take a look.” Zhang Fan’s brow twitched, his Primordial Spirit ready to emerge.

”No...” Qi Delong’s expression changed suddenly, wanting to stop him, but it was too late.

Just as Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was about to leave his body, the wind roared around him, like the wailing of ghosts, as if a thousand fiends were howling.

The pale moonlight twisted and deformed around the shadow, a stench enveloping the gorge, overwhelming and putrid.

”Retreat!”

Qi Delong’s expression changed suddenly, sharply pushing Qin Ergou behind him, two Primordial Spirits interweaving, it was their brotherly unity, with vast divine power, resisting that terrifying aura.

”Zhang Fan...” Qi Dongqiang called out in shock.

Rumbling...

Under the moonlight, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit coiled three feet above his head, terrifying waves rippling continuously, in a trance, sparks flickered in the void, tearing at the Primordial Spirit, unsettling the heart.

”Even his Primordial Spirit can withstand such weirdness?”

Qi Delong’s expression was grave, their brotherly Primordial Spirit alignment still had to retreat.

But Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was actively confronting that eerie aura.

Whoosh...

At this moment, Zhang Fan finally saw clearly, the shadow was a mound, filled with broken limbs and white bones, seemingly built from them.

”Pyramid of Corpses!?”

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body acupoints, subconsciously retreating two steps, his eyes filled with horror.

”You saw it clearly? What is it?” Qi Delong stepped forward to ask.

”Pyramid of Corpses!” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

”What?” Qi Delong’s face twitched, his expression became unnatural.

”That Daoist is truly insane.”

In ancient times, there was a sacrificial method during warfare, piling up the bodies of fallen enemies, compacting them with earth, forming a massive mound, to worship the heavens and intimidate the enemy.