Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 677: Chapter 327: Black Wind Inferno

Haven’t you seen, on the shores of the sea of bitterness, the Yellow Court holding the scroll, white bones scattered like smoke.

The pursuit of the Dao is hard, with many divergent paths, how many from ancient times have become Immortals?

A thousand ages of white clouds drifting aimlessly, things change and stars shift, autumn returns again and again.

Looking back, a hundred years of sorrow, only this person stands at the pinnacle, who among the heroes of the world can challenge them?

Three Corpses, Three Corpses, the foremost in the Daoist Sect.

Above the azure sky, the bright moon hangs high, all directions are silent.

All eyes fall upon that mysterious Primordial Spirit, ears ringing with an unspeakable name, suddenly, inexplicable horror, disbelief.

Three Corpses, this name is extraordinary.

In a hundred years of the Daoist Sect’s history, countless heroes have emerged, countless geniuses have risen, hidden deep within mountains with mysterious paths, incense rising in the halls; if these are shining stars, then the Three Corpses Daoist is the bright moon in the sky, illuminating the eternal heavens.

They once stood at the ultimate peak, gazing at the nine heavens, knocking at the Celestial Sect, learning from the Daoist Sect and meeting the Immortal Gods, invincible under heaven, solitary as autumn.

Jiang Wansui once said that the name of that era was Three Corpses, a hundred years after, even if events change the world, no one will reach such heights.

”What did they... what did they just say? What is their name?”

”Three Corpses... the dao name Three Corpses... the Three Corpses of the Three Corpses Daoist...”

”Sixty cycles have passed? Has someone in this world inherited the name of Three Corpses again?”

Voices trembled, eyes filled with deep suspicion.

The world knows only the fierce reputation of the Three Corpses Daoist, unaware that this name has not appeared for the first time; in the long river of history, it floats like a ghost, undulating through the ages, every appearance enough to shake the world, astonish the Daoist Sect.

”Three Corpses Daoist!?”

Lou Hechuan’s gaze concentrated into a line, his old face was filled with a look of confusion.

No one dares to steal this name, its meaning is too uniquely extraordinary; when it reappears in the world, the impact is enormous, the heavens cannot witness.

”Bold boast, if you were truly Three Corpses, would we still be speaking before you?”

At this moment, Ge Changfeng shouted loudly, like a sudden rod striking, deafening and awakening, bringing everyone back to their senses.

”Indeed, if they were truly Three Corpses, would their power be like this?”

Because of that man from a hundred years ago, this name has almost become synonymous with invincibility.

Much like hearing the name Zhuge, the first impression is intelligence, hearing the name Sima, the first reaction is disdain.

”Your cultivation isn’t weak, why pretend to be a deceitful name-stealing rat?” Ge Changfeng said coldly.

Zhang Fan glanced sideways, silent.

”Regardless, we must capture them!” Lou Hechuan whispered, his face extremely unpleasant.

Everything, all things have cause and effect; the moment that name was spoken by the mysterious Primordial Spirit, the wheels of fate began to slowly turn.

Regardless of truth or falsehood, tonight, this person must not escape.

”I’ll assist you.”

At this moment, Qiu Wanmian softly spoke, she sat cross-legged, her Primordial Spirit suddenly out-of-body, stepping into the vast night sky.

”Heaven and earth’s nature, dissipates foul air. Within the cave, mysterious emptiness, radiant Taiyuan.”

”Gods in all directions, make me natural. Spirit Treasure Decree, proclaiming to the nine heavens.”

...

Qiu Wanmian’s hands sealed, muttering words, her Primordial Spirit suddenly scattered, seemingly pressing like a cloud sky, isolating all directions, seeing Zhang Fan’s Great Brightness Wheel slowly dissipating behind him.

”Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Curse!?” Zhang Fan’s gaze slightly darkened.

The Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Curse, one of the eight great curses of the Daoist Sect, renowned along with the Golden Light Curse, when this curse emerges, it sweeps away all vicious spirits and evils.

Ancestor Qiu once further perfected this curse, when it emerged, suppressing Primordial Spirits, breaking Daoist Skills, more domineering than before, since then, this curse passed to the Qiu Family’s Dharma Lineage, only direct lineage disciples can recite and practice it.

”Truly worthy of the Pure Yang Family.” Zhang Fan spoke softly.

One must admit, the foundation of the Pure Yang Family is not inferior to the named mountains of the Ten Great Taoist Sects.

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt as if Qiu Wanmian’s Primordial Spirit was everywhere; it’s as if he fell into the depths of the ocean, even with his Primordial Spirit’s strength, he felt pressure, no wonder it could instantly dissolve his Great Brightness Wheel.

After all, the Primordial Spirit is the root of all Daoist Skills, the basis of life, the wondrous use of the Golden Core.

Buzz...

Just then, Zhang Fan moved, taking a step forward, like a form lurking in the dark night, like the endless abyss shaking, terrifying waves spreading around, madly impacting Qiu Wanmian’s Primordial Spirit, such unparalleled heaviness seemingly wanting to tear her apart.

”Their Primordial Spirit...”

”Take action quickly.” Qiu Wanmian cried out.

To know, in the past, when her Purifying Heaven and Earth Divine Curse emerged, ordinary Primordial Spirits would collapse, retreat profoundly, as if shackled.

Yet, the mysterious Primordial Spirit before her seems like a caged tiger, furious within, it’s as if it could leap out at any moment.

Since her debut, she had never seen such a robust and powerful Primordial Spirit.

”Xiangda Three Heavens, transmit to Fire Virtue Palace.”

”Yinghe True Monarch’s seat, willing to descend to the platform.”

Ge Changfeng’s middle finger pressed to his palm’s Liguang Palace, sealing the Separation Fire Seal, muttering words.

Immediately, a crimson ray broke through from the southern extreme sky, like bright light falling to earth, like a great star slicing through the long sky.

Instantly, his Primordial Spirit’s aura surged, a faint figure appeared behind him, wearing a star crown, wearing vermilion shoes, cloaked in vermilion crane longevity robe, holding a jade scroll, with a Seven-Star Golden Sword hanging, dangling White Jade Ring.

”Yinghuo Essence, illuminating the dark cave mystery, southern lord, True Flame Monarch.”

”Fire Virtue Star Monarch!?”

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, revealing a deep look in his eyes.