Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 569: Chapter 279: Innate Spirit Embryo! Senior Evil and Ye Beichen (Part 2)

The searing incense wrapped itself around Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit. The latter shrank abruptly into a tight sphere, the firelight wavering, incense fragrance surging, as if to dissolve him, making him an offering to the Immortal Gods.

Thump, thump... Thump, thump...

At this moment, a strange fluctuation emanated from within the mass of incense, like the beating of a heart, vigorous and mysterious.

In the next instant, a layer of primordial light rose up, shrouded in undying radiance.

One layer...

Two layers...

Three layers...

The triple primordial light grew ever grander, the strange pulse growing stronger, like breaths drawn and exhaled, now gnawing at the cluster of incense.

Buzz...

The crimson incense split open like a silken cocoon, revealing Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit.

In this moment, he resembled a clay figure in a temple, sitting cross-legged and unmoving, greedily devouring mouthfuls of incense vapor.

”Brother... he... he is receiving incense with his primordial spirit!?” Qi Dongqiang’s eyes widened to the limit, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

Even among those of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, only a God Sealing Statue could partake of worship, accepting incense from the mortal world.

”He’s too monstrous...” Qi Delong said in a somber voice.

Rumble...

The fluctuations of Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit grew ever more terrifying, the triple primordial light behind him quaking fiercely, unexpectedly splitting apart once more at that moment.

Another layer born!

Fourfold primordial light!

”He advanced!”

A single layer of primordial light—others might labor for years, even decades, to achieve this.

Whoosh...

Zhang Fan’s black and white qi ascended again, swirling like drifting mist, winding directly around the mysterious magic sword.

He wanted not only to devour the incense, but refused to spare even that Daoist’s primordial spirit.

Buzz...

The Daoist’s primordial spirit quaked, fissures bursting forth, essence qi gushing out, merging with the blazing incense, all devoured by Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit.

Rumble...

The primordial light behind Zhang Fan shook once more, and beyond the fourth, a new tier emerged.

Fivefold primordial light.

Great Master Fifth Realm!

”His advancement is too fast!” In Qi Delong’s blazing gaze, a look of awe and envy slipped through unchecked.

In the Mahayana Realm, each step upward was as hard as ascending the heavens.

In Laojun Mountain, many people were trapped at this stage for a lifetime, never able to break through their shackles.

Ninefold primordial light, like a ninefold celestial ladder—so arduous, the effort was akin to soaring to the heavenly vault itself.

Yet Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit was transforming in this very moment, washed in incense, refined and extracted, as if consumed in wind and fire, like a new creation from the forces of fate.

His radiance grew ever more brilliant, flowing like the pale moon, shining like the great sun—blazing eternal, thriving ceaselessly.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, two primordial spirits in one body, even separated by such distance, could not help but feel the heart-shaking oppression at that instant.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the Daoist’s primordial spirit clung to the magic sword, and a sword-light pierced to the sky, shaking the very clouds above.

”No good!”

”That Daoist realized—his primordial spirit cannot win, so he wants to destroy Zhang Fan’s flesh!”

The enormous flesh mycelium was writhing violently, starting to collapse inward. The terrifying pressure snapped Zhang Fan awake, his primordial spirit returning to his body. He opened his eyes wide, essence qi booming stronger than ever, the white bone relic born before him, dragon toad treasure qi crisscrossing, offsetting the crushing weight all around him.

Rumble...

Just then, the Soldier Resolution Sword descended like a rainbow splitting the sun, slashing straight for Zhang Fan’s head.

Zhang Fan’s face changed slightly; he offered up the white bone relic. The dragon toad treasure qi lashed out like a long tail, colliding with the brilliant sword light.

Firelight exploded, a mighty force blasting Zhang Fan away, the writhing flesh mycelium following after, binding his limbs and body once more.

If victory can’t be seized on the level of primordial spirits, then destroy the flesh directly.

Destruction on the physical plane can end all things.

No matter how strong Zhang Fan may be, he is still of flesh and blood—how could he contend with such a gargantuan horror!?

”Brother, think of something! If that thing refines Zhang Fan, devouring such a great supplement, we really won’t be able to suppress it.” Qi Dongqiang said anxiously.

”Can we suppress it now?” Qi Delong grit his teeth in reply.

Boom—

Suddenly, a deafening blast exploded through the mountains, and then a terrifying tongue of fire swept past Qi Delong’s ear, rippling with dazzling thunder,

That streak of thunderfire descended like a divine weapon, punching straight through the massive flesh mycelium, blowing open a gaping hole as large as a football field.

With tumbling slabs of meat, Zhang Fan fell, crashing heavily to the ground.

”Zhang Fan...”

Seeing this, Qi Delong stepped out with one stride, flew over, and helped him up.

”Are you alright?”

”I’m fine...”

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Fan felt as though his very bones were coming apart. Just now, he’d felt like he’d fallen into a gigantic meat grinder.

”Just now, that was...” Zhang Fan looked at Qi Delong.

”Qi, looks like you brothers have finally met your match, eh?”

At that moment, a soft chuckle echoed from the distance, tinged with hints of mockery.

Zhang Fan lifted his eyes and saw a Daoist approaching from afar, a gourd at his waist, and behind him a little girl dragging a suitcase.

”Master Chang!?” A sudden light burst in Qi Delong’s eyes at the sight.

”Greetings to both Senior Brothers Qi.” The little girl put down her luggage and called out greetings.

”Chen came, too.” Qi Dongqiang laughed.

Chang Weiyang was a Celestial Master level expert from Laojun Mountain. Back when they entered Toad Treasure Mountain, he’d already informed the sect—now the reinforcements had arrived. At last, safety was within reach.

”Is this your friend?”

Chang Weiyang walked forward, his gaze—seemingly casual—falling upon Zhang Fan.

”Yes, his name is Zhang Fan, a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain.” Qi Delong nodded.

”A Zhang?”

Chang Weiyang’s expression tightened faintly, a hint of profound intent flashing in his eyes.

Roar—

In the distance, the massive flesh mycelium let out a furious howl, from its ruptured gaps stretching countless tentacles that wove and meshed together, in a moment sealing the gigantic wound it had just sustained.