Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Red Fire Separation Pearl shines brightly, Samadhi Infinite calms the storm!

The vast sky stretches for a thousand miles, the white clouds drift, and the ancient streets are covered in scorched earth.

A cry echoes as a newborn lands on the soiled red dust, heralding the arrival of new life accompanied by the undying True Flame, overwhelming with formidable might.

The white clouds in the sky have turned into flame light, terrifying ripples continuously echo from within the ancient tower of the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion, like the waves of the River Sea, as boundless as the firmament.

Samadhi separates at the grounds of calamity, the Profound Profound Daoist Sect births a bright pearl.

”Ahhhhhh...”

Mighty Primordial Spirits turn to ash in the soaring flames, as if the birth of the child is destined to be marked by the extinction of countless souls.

Only through the extinction of waning Primordial Spirits can one welcome this noble descent to the mortal world!!!

”Born in tribulation, Innate Divine Techniques...”

”That child...”

Astonished gazes converge upon the small tower within the ancient mansion of the Zhang Family, at this moment, an intense anxiety grips everyone’s hearts simultaneously.

They know that within that small tower, something extraordinary has been born, if it survives, in time, it will surely change the colors of this world.

”Fan... Fan...”

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong’s gaze is subtly unfocused, he murmurs softly, suddenly reminded of his father, of Zhang Tian Sheng’s words to him.

”If someday, you too have a child, then give him the name ’Fan’.”

”Fan!?”

”Yes, the ’Fan’ of mortal...”

Zhang Tian Sheng’s words linger in his ears, resonating within Zhang Lingzong’s heart.

He looks at the ancient tower of the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion, the daze in his eyes gradually clears, a thread of brilliance surges, finally voicing that name.

”Zhang Fan!”

”Zhang Fan!!”

”My son, he shall be named Zhang Fan!”

Zhang Lingzong lets out a low roar, his Primordial Spirit enters the Great Night Not Bright, yet in the blink of an eye, steps out from it, the Black and White Qi roils, descending like a Divine Demon, the terrifying phenomena illuminate the soaring flames, the overwhelming might subdues the multitude of powerful foes.

Rumbling...

Countless lights and shadows shatter, only Zhang Lingzong’s indomitable low roar echoes in the ears.

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit travels through time, returns to reality, his gaze falls upon a magnificent Primordial Spirit before him, shielding him from the storm.

Above that Primordial Spirit, like a suspended candle flame, vibrant life burns, connecting to another elusive Primordial Spirit, behind it nine layers of divine brilliance, dazzling and radiant.

Dust breaks light emerges, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers.

Such might, majestic and sweeping, enveloping the heavens and earth.

Zhang Fan’s vision turns bewilderingly vague, he knows, at this moment, standing before him is not just the master of South Zhang, the Nine True Saint King...

”Brother...”

Rumbling...

In the Primordial Spirit Outer Scenery, the world becomes incredibly bright, two colossal figures collide at the end of the mountain and river.

Divine Demon Holy Embryo!

Jia Sheng Gui Si!

With the support of two Supreme Inner Elixir Methods, the Nine True Saint King comes fully alive, like a true deity, incense flames roiling, descending to the mortal world, blocking the divine might of the Celestial Master Realm.

”The younger generation is to be feared... the younger generation is to be feared...”

Wang Qiankun sighs, all phenomenons dissipate entirely.

Everyone is bewildered, their vision becomes clear once more, as if everything that transpired just now was merely a fleeting illusion.

In the boundless night, deep within the serene mountain, Wang Qiankun stands under a peach blossom tree, gazing into the distance, at that youth.

”The Wang Family’s Celestial Master actually didn’t subdue that youth?”

In the distance, astonishment grips everyone, revealing expressions of incredulity.

They do not know Zhang Sheng, yet of such age, being able to withstand the might of a Celestial Master is already unbelievable, let alone Wang Qiankun himself admitting the youth has not yet stepped into the Celestial Master Realm.

”Is there really such a master in this world? Among the younger generation, there shouldn’t be such a person.”

”Unknown...”

”How could a person like this be unknown?”

”Who exactly is he?”

At this moment, various thoughts surge and intertwine within everyone’s mind, bringing countless questions to a boil.

”Senior, you’ve let me win!” Zhang Sheng says calmly.

He stands firm, shielding Zhang Fan and Li Yishan, like a Celestial Gate blocking the mountain, just seeing his back makes one feel immensely assured.

”When I was your age, I was far inferior to you.” Wang Qiankun shakes his head and sighs.

”Dragon Tiger Mountain truly lives up to being the Daoist Sects’ flow, even though the South Zhang lineage has declined in incense and candle, with only three or five remaining, one cannot take it lightly.”

With these words, Wang Qiankun gazes meaningfully at Zhang Sheng, unable to hide a look of admiration.

No matter which sect or clan, if the incense and candle inheritance produces such young talents, it is destined to flourish, with a prestigious lineage.

If among their Wang Family disciples, such an existence emerged, even the ancestral tomb might ignite.

Unfortunately, this Zhang Sheng was born in the already extinct South Zhang.

”No wonder, no wonder the position of South Zhang’s master fell into your hands.” Wang Qiankun says faintly.

Only such roots and seedlings could give South Zhang the possibility of regrowth.

”Me?” Zhang Sheng’s gaze slightly sinks, but he smiles.

”Senior praises too much, I’m merely temporarily substituting as the master of South Zhang...”

”Temporary substitute!?” Wang Qiankun’s eyelids slightly lift.

”If a jade is not polished, it cannot become a tool, my little brother is much stronger than me, he just has a long road ahead...”

Zhang Sheng murmurs gently, he turns, looking at Zhang Fan, eyes filled with endless sentiments and emotions.

”If someday, he becomes a tool...”

”He shall be the master of South Zhang!”

Calm words echo in the mountains, at this moment, the world falls silent, the Great Moon washes white, purifying the sky as clear.

”Brother...” Zhang Fan’s gaze lightly trembles, momentarily unsure what to say.