Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 770: Chapter 369: Seizing the Three Corpses, Proving the Supreme! Chongyang Zhenren

Deep within the secluded Inner Scenery, the heavy shackles lock firm, a vast haze conceals all Celestial Light, as I knock upon the door of impermanence, questioning the mysteries of life and death.

”All things begin with Jia and end with Gui; one who can transcend even a single such cycle within Heaven and Earth, is a true king of life and death...”

The ponderous chains suddenly quake, resounding with a rumble like clashing Yin and Yang, Heaven’s thunder beating the war drum.

”Jia Sheng Gui Si, to break through the secret of life and death—the ages past and present, how many have truly mastered it?”

A mysterious, cold voice echoes through Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery; that colossal shadow seemed to struggle within the boundless River Sea.

”You wish to meddle with Jia Sheng Gui Si? Your ambition truly reaches beyond the heavens.”

The Three Corpses Primordial Pill, claiming itself as nothing but a remnant memory, now trembled as it spoke, betraying a rare thrill belonging only to humans.

”Do you take me for a madman?” Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit spoke in a heavy voice.

He stood apart from Zhang Lingzong, forging the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, becoming one of only two in this era to master a Supreme Inner Elixir Method—already an anomaly.

Aside from this, he had even half-cultivated the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, making him, almost, a cultivator of one and a half Supreme Inner Elixir Methods.

Thus, every step along his path was beset with tribulations, giving birth to the Three Corpses Calamity, sowing the seeds of future catastrophes.

With matters as they are, how could Zhang Fan still dare to covet a third Supreme Inner Elixir Method? Any sane man would not dare harbor such delusions.

”In those years, Chongyang Zhenren entered the Living Dead Tomb and mastered Jia Sheng Gui Si. Since then, that place became the Holy Embryo Realm of this method,” Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit intoned.

”I want to know where the Living Dead Tomb is. You are the memory of the Three Corpses Daoist, so you ought to know.”

Three Corpses Daoist—foremost under Heaven—his insight was, of course, unrivaled beneath the heavens.

Zhang Fan believed that Three Corpses Daoist must have delved deep into the other eight Inner Core Techniques as well.

The so-called cultivation is none other than probing the mysteries of all things under Heaven.

”Don’t make me search for it myself,” Zhang Fan said gravely.

Wandering aimlessly through the Three Corpses Daoist’s memories was too perilous, far too capricious—he might never stumble upon the crucial clues.

”I don’t know.”

The mysterious, illusory voice rang out again.

”You don’t know?” Zhang Fan’s brows knitted tightly.

”I don’t know. But you do!” replied the mysterious, illusory voice.

”I know? How could I possibly know!?”

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, his expression growing strange and uncertain.

”All things return to the One; only the Primordial Spirit inherently possesses all from beginning to end...” the mysterious, illusory voice reverberated through the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.

All things under Heaven are begotten from the One, born of the Dao; its manifestation is the Primordial Spirit, which descends into the Red Dust, threads through beginning to end, and at last returns to the One, merging with the Dao once more.

That is to say, before birth all beings are Primordial Spirit, and after death, only the Primordial Spirit remains.

In one sense, the Primordial Spirits of all existence share the same source and are connected without boundary.

”By rights, there exists a technique by which, even if the Red Dust is as dark as the eternal night, one’s Divine Candle Illumination can pierce through, connecting all Primordial Spirits.”

”Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?” Zhang Fan’s brow twitched violently, blurting out the words.

”Your understanding and application of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo is still shallow!”

”That is the Supreme Technique for initiating the Initial Tribulation and discerning the Secret of Innate, perceiving the mysteries of the Primordial Spirit, forging the Divine Demon Holy Embryo...”

”At its Great Success, this technique can connect to all Primordial Spirits in the world.” The mysterious, illusory voice echoed in Zhang Fan’s ears.

In this instant, the voice turned freezing cold, cutting to the bone.

”Go a step further, and you can seize the Three Corpses to prove the Supreme...”

”You...” Zhang Fan’s brow leapt once more.

How could he not catch the import of that mysterious, illusory voice?

The Divine Demon Holy Embryo, once truly mastered, could be linked to every Primordial Spirit in existence—and in each person’s Primordial Spirit resides the innate Three Corpses; that is to say...

”Do you think this isn’t the true Immortal Technique!?” The mysterious, illusory voice exuded a deep temptation.

”Marvelous, isn’t it?”

”Divine Demon Holy Embryo pertains to the Initial Tribulation, Three Corpses Illuminating Fate pertains to the Final Tribulation—the two together, how wondrously they complement one another; perhaps the purpose of these two Supreme Inner Elixir Methods is just this...”

”That could be the correct path to immortality. Don’t you want to try it?”

The mysterious, illusory voice rolled like thunder by Zhang Fan’s ear; his Primordial Spirit wavered, shrouded in mist.

”You truly are dangerous.”

In a flash, Zhang Fan awoke, warily fixing his gaze on the ever-writhing, struggling colossal shadow.

”No wonder you’ve forged the Divine Demon Holy Embryo; your Dao Heart is not what it once was.”

The ponderous chains collided again and again, their deafening clamor echoing within the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.

”So you mean, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo can help me find what I seek?” Zhang Fan mused aloud.

”You underestimate this Inner Core Technique.”

”The so-called Dao is not merely for contention; the principles of all things are hidden within.”

”So, how should I proceed?” Zhang Fan pressed on.

”You know, as do all cultivators in the world—the key is in your hands. The people are merely ignorant and don’t know how to open that great door.”

The mysterious, illusory voice surged like a sudden tide, vast and boundless.

”One word: stillness!”

”Stillness!?” Zhang Fan’s brows arched in surprise.

Back at Zhenwu Mountain, when his Primordial Spirit was yet in the Great Night is not bright, Chu Chaoran had also said: the arcana of cultivation is all contained within this word.

”All things flourish, then return to their root. To return to the root is called stillness—this is what is meant by restoring one’s mandate,” the strange voice resounded.

The myriad beings of Heaven, to trace their way back to the origin, to behold the True Dao, one must seek within stillness.

This secret, the ancestral masters had already passed down from ancient days.

”When no thought arises, when the Consciousness is extinguished and emptiness and stillness reach their utmost, then you will see what eyes cannot see: Primordial Spirits, spirit monsters, demons... all those hidden deepest within the Red Dust will manifest, one by one.”

”But that is not all. If you go even further—if the stillness is boundless and void—perhaps you will see more, ever more... grotto heavens and blessed lands, past and future, even Immortal Supreme Saint could be glimpsed...”