Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Heaven and earth are black and vast, the night is deep, the bright moon rises high.

The great tomb, like a secret realm, hidden in the deep mountains amidst mist, suddenly appears, resembling a paradise apart from the world, emanating a faint round glow, akin to the path one takes, following that light, one can descend into the muddied red dust.

Rumble…

Silhouettes flicker, sitting cross-legged in a cave, the aura of life and death permeates, strange sounds like thunder resonate in the mountains.

At this moment, Zhang Fan and Rosen turn a deaf ear, the various phenomena before them seem to fade to void, in each other’s eyes, only the other remains.

A distance of ten steps, yet it feels like a sky apart, an earth away.

Zhang Fan’s gaze slightly sinks, he never thought the distance between people could be so vast.

At this moment, without needing much dialogue, he knew he could never return to the days of the orphanage.

”Everyone is brother on earth, why must blood relations matter…”

Rosen softly murmurs, recalling the words Zhou Yi often said back then.

”Zhang Fan, I have a father and mother, yet also have none, the only ones I regard as closest in this life are the companions from the orphanage…”

Rosen looks at Zhang Fan, his gaze like water, yet unprecedentedly clear and sincere.

”Zhang Fan, you are my brother, even now, you’ve blocked my path, but you can still choose…”

As he speaks, Rosen’s gaze towards Zhang Fan reveals a trace of hope.

Zhang Fan furrows his brows slightly, shakes his head: ”Sorry, Rosen, I cannot let you pass, besides this matter, everything else can be discussed.”

”Listen to me…”

”Hahaha…”

Rosen laughs out loud, the laughter indistinguishable between joy and sorrow, like autumn winds, like winter thunder, only in his eyes, hides a trace of melancholy, a trace of decisiveness.

”The path to immortality is to cut off familial ties, at worst, create a new self.”

Rosen lets out a long howl, his gaze becomes clear and profound again, as if severing the past in that shout, all grudges and grievances vanish at this moment.

Someone like him, once a thought arises, he presses forward without hesitation, his Dao heart so strong that heaven and earth cannot sway.

”Rosen!” Zhang Fan’s eyes focus into a line, feeling boundless killing intent.

At this moment, Rosen seemingly severed ties with him, no longer the one who cannot be killed.

”Zhang Fan, if you can’t kill me, you will die here!”

Cold words echo in Zhang Fan’s ears, in a blur, Rosen already charges forward, the two silhouettes crash into each other fiercely.

Rumble…

The terrifying waves surge like tides, layer upon layer smashing the surrounding ground and rocks to fragments, the intense sounds like lightning striking, reverberating in the deep mountains.

The pale moon hides, the wind violently sweeps and clouds scatter chaotically.

From afar, hanging clouds tilt towards the mountains, torn apart by two opposing phenomena, like dragon and tiger battling, like heaven and earth clashing.

”What kind of phenomena is this!?”

In the chilling mountains, Wang Qingyi, Wang Qinglian, Wang Qingshan, Meng Qiwu, Han Wenlong… along with many Wang Family experts shocked and disturbed by this sudden phenomenon, come searching.

Wherever they look, dense fog looms, increasingly thick, continuously dispersing from that faint glow within the cave, enveloping the mountain hollow, vaguely visible, two silhouettes constantly clashing, the shocking waves like storm eyes, exuding a chilling aura, across the mountains, flowers and grasses bloom, yet wither and decline in an instant.

Such anomalies make everyone widen their eyes, marvel involuntarily.

”Prosperity and decay in a flash, life and death alike…”

”Nine Supreme Laws, Jia Sheng Gui Si!”

”That’s Rosen, he’s in a great battle, against whom?”

Wang Qingyi, Meng Qiwu, Han Wenlong… these people widen their eyes, gazing at the mist within the mountains as it leaps and dances, hearts stirred, curiosity aroused.

”Could it be Zhang Fan!?” Meng Qiwu murmurs softly.

”Impossible!”

Wang Qinglian supports the wheelchair, looks at Meng Qiwu: ”This Zhang Fan and Rosen are clearly acquainted, and deeply connected, how could such a life-and-death battle involve him?”

Such phenomena are not simple sparring in magical combat; it’s already a deadly encounter, Rosen killed disciples of White Crane Temple for Zhang Fan, how could it turn into a deadly battle in a moment!?

”Who is this?”

Everyone exchanges glances, doubts rising thickly in their hearts.

Rosen is a cultivator of [Jia Sheng Gui Si], to battle him to such a degree, what kind of expert is this!?

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrifying wave rises to the sky, everyone’s expressions change sharply, feeling the Spirit Platform between their brows about to split, the Primordial Spirit hidden within threatening to emerge.

Their Primordial Spirits all feel extreme terror at this moment, between heaven and earth, within Yin and Yang, like black and white Qi flowing, as if gods in the sky, like the Demon Lord approaching the abyss, divine and demonic phenomena, causing Primordial Spirits to tremble across the land.

”That is…”

”Supreme Nine Techniques, Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?”

Everyone’s expressions change sharply, eyes revealing deep disbelief.

Among the Nine Great Inner Elixir Techniques, achieving one in a lifetime is a monumental accomplishment.

Yet at this moment, two Supreme Pill Techniques manifest, colliding with such intense waves, utterly astonishing.

”The world’s fiercest, Divine Demon Holy Embryo… I only heard over twenty years ago, someone achieved this technique, claiming the title of Great Spirit Sect King.” Wang Qinglian says heavily.

As a disciple of the Pure Yang Wang Family, he is quite knowledgeable about many secrets and anecdotes.

”Could the Great Spirit Sect King have come?”

Everyone doubts, if the Great Spirit Sect King is alive now, theoretically his cultivation should be exceedingly terrifying, they of course wouldn’t think, nor dare imagine, there exists a second person alive today who has mastered this technique, becoming the sole exception in ancient history.