Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 276 What's with the pretense of a mere thousand-year lifespan? (4000)

"You can deduce the items of a True Lord?" Zhang Yuanzhu's pupils contracted, and his hand lightly stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Of course not. At my current level, trying to deduce the things of a True Monarch would be suicide."

"But it is still possible to understand the general results and then deduce them."

Su Meng explained.

But the information revealed in those words is not simple.

Knowing the 'general outcome' means that Qingyangzhai has an extremely thorough understanding of this blessed land.

Do they really only send one woman to this place to fight for it?
The young man was somewhat uncertain.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Zhang Yuanzhu made a decision.

In any case, if the woman fights alongside him, they are allies on the island; if she plots to kill him, she is an enemy.

He cleared his mind of distractions and focused his attention on the battlefield, watching the cultivators fighting amongst themselves.

Without hesitation, they slowly retreated.

The battles in the Land of Creation were not yet fierce enough, especially since the dozen or so powerful figures around the ancient well had all kept their trump cards up their sleeves and had not yet entered a true life-or-death struggle.

Now is not the time to take advantage of the situation.

Zhang Yuanzhu retreated for more than ten miles before stopping and standing under the tree trunk.

A hand reached out, and a stone bow appeared, covered with densely packed runes.

This is a stone bow forged during the practice of the "Taiyin Slaughtering God Arrow," and it's ready to be used now.

Then he took the stone stick from behind his back.

The blood and qi in his palm burst forth, like a sharp long knife, slicing away layers of stone chips.

In the blink of an eye, nine arrows of the same length appeared in front of him.

Each arrow is extremely sharp and is also infused with the [Special Ability] of explosive combustion.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the stone bow in his hand and the stone arrow in front of him, a wide grin spreading across his face.

In battle, life and death are never determined solely by the strength of one's vital energy; otherwise, there would be no need for fighting, and those with weaker vital energy could simply commit suicide.

Now, using the 'Insightful Eye Technique' as a guide, they can shoot across dozens of miles, and no one on the island can ignore them.

Looking at the stone bow, stone arrows, and the patterns engraved with blood and qi, Su Meng easily guessed the young man's plan.

"Brother Dao, if you intend to intervene in the battlefield, why not wait until seven days later?"

The woman offered words of advice, her eyes serious.

Can a stone bow and nine stone arrows really pose a threat to a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator or a Qi Condensation True Person?
She felt uneasy.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he gazed at the group of cultivators fighting several miles away, without uttering a word.

It leaped up and stood atop the tree canopy.

Draw the bow and put the arrow on.

shoot!
The arrow flew like a meteor, tearing through the sky in an instant.

Waves of blood surged forth, engulfing the area around the stone well.

This arrow...
Extremely fast! Extremely ruthless! Extremely accurate!

Before the bowstring twanged, the stone arrow, carrying a cloud of blood, was already pressed against the throat of a powerful demonic cultivator.

Stab it!

It pierced through the neck, blood and bone fragments flying everywhere.

This arrow severely injured the powerful demon cultivator, and before the opponent could retaliate, the wolf demon who was fighting with him was caught off guard.

With a single slash, he tore the demonic cultivator to pieces.

Since setting foot on the island, the first cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage has died.

The powerful figures fighting around the ancient well scanned their surroundings but found no attackers, and their expressions all turned grim.

Their dormant magical power and restricted spiritual awareness exerted an overwhelming suppression on them; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so severely injured by a single arrow.

However, soon all the powerful figures began an even more intense battle.

No cultivator left the ancient well to search for the attacker.

The Land of Creation may open at any time. If we miss it, all our efforts will be wasted, and others will gain the opportunity.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were indifferent. He did not shoot another arrow, but put away his bow, climbed down the tree, and led Su Meng in a large circle.

At dawn the next day, he stood on the rock, gazing at the battlefield.

Hold the bow, nock the arrow, and draw the string.

shoot!
The arrows flew silently, like ghosts, approaching the area around the stone well.

Bang!
A powerful demonic cultivator's head exploded instantly, turning into blood and bone.

The nine-headed lion demon, standing upright, laughed loudly and swallowed the remains whole.

"Humans, you are doomed."

"My lads, follow me and kill!"

The battle between humans and demons became increasingly fierce, with even Foundation Establishment cultivators and True Immortals no longer holding back.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, put away the stone bow, and changed his position again.

On the third day, an arrow flew through the air, tearing apart a silver wolf in an instant and killing a demonic beast at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

On the fourth day, a powerful cultivator from the Flame Demon Sect was severely injured by an arrow and fled the battlefield.

On the fifth day, the nine-headed golden lion had one of its heads shot off, and four others were blown to pieces. It then fled in panic.

On the sixth day, the demonic cultivator from Painted Skin Peak had one of his arms shattered by an arrow and left the vicinity of the stone well with minor injuries.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood under the ancient tree, his expression solemn, and put away the stone bow in his hand.

Since the fourth day, even with the [Special Feature] Explosion, it has been impossible to kill a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator.

The enemy was already able to dodge the arrows using various means.

This was only because he only shot down Foundation Establishment cultivators. If it were a True Immortal, he probably wouldn't have much success in the remaining days, except for the first day when the attack was somewhat effective.

"Brother Dao, should we still launch an attack?"

Su Meng couldn't help but ask, her eyes, hidden behind the phoenix mask, filled with amazement.

The young man before me is simply insane. He shot down a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator while at the peak of Qi Refining, crossing a major realm and nine minor realms, and yet he succeeded several times.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the battlefield and shook his head.

"The purpose of the stone bow has been achieved. The human and demon races are evenly matched and are fighting each other with all their might."

"The situation is chaotic, so we can move closer to the battlefield."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"Moreover, the Land of Creation is about to open."

Su Meng nodded, took the jade sword from her back, and held it in her palm.

She looked toward the direction of the well, her heart heavy, without a trace of ease.

As the years passed, no one knew what would happen after the well was opened.

It may be a stroke of luck that forges an unparalleled foundation, or it may give birth to terrifying monsters, or it may all be for naught.

There are too many possibilities, and even the information recorded in the Taoist tradition may not be accurate.

As time passed, no living being knew what exactly happened on the island back then; they had simply arrived there based on ancient legends.

Zhang Yuanzhu, with the Prisoner Dragon Blade at his waist, strode forward, his black robe fluttering and his black hair flying.

He was tall and slender, and kept getting closer to the battlefield.

A deep voice slowly drifted out from behind the figure.

"If you encounter an insurmountable danger, you may leave on your own without any worries."

"Brother Dao is one too!"

The woman whispered as she followed the young man's steps forward.

The two arrived at the perimeter of the battlefield but did not enter; instead, they began to wait.

From dawn to noon, from the sun high in the sky to the moon rising.

The full moon hung in the sky, its silvery light casting a tranquil glow over the blood-soaked battlefield.

As time passed, an inexplicable aura rose on the battlefield.

With a mix of repression and relief.

bang~ bang~ bang~
Like a heartbeat, from low to high, the runes at the wellhead flickered and gradually dimmed.

"A new era is about to begin!"

Someone was whispering. As the words fell, all the powerful figures stopped fighting and stared solemnly at the ancient well.

Each person's body tensed, their blood surging, and they began preparing various backup plans.

They looked around warily, ready to fight again at any moment.

Bang~bang~
The heartbeat grew more and more intense, like the beating of war drums, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the entire island seemed to tremble.

Tear!

Like a tattered piece of cloth, the blockade that had lasted for so long was suddenly shattered.

The boundless radiance shot straight up to the Dipper and the Ox, causing the stars in the night sky to tremble.

An indescribable fragrance, accompanied by radiance, emerged and permeated the surroundings, filling the space.

Grass and trees grow, clear springs flow, and in the blink of an eye, the bloodstains disappear, and greenery returns.

"The great elixir has been successfully refined!" A cultivator stopped fighting and stared blankly at the light that shot straight into the sky.

Just by smelling this unknown medicinal fragrance, the injuries on my body had already healed.

Boom!

A deafening roar brought all living beings back to their senses.

It was a giant hand formed from condensed blood energy, which suddenly appeared and swiftly reached out to grab the ancient well.

Ning Sha Zhenren made the first move, breaking the silence.

"Human, this is a creation crafted by my demon ancestors. Get out of my way."

A demon roared to the sky, revealing its true form: a giant blue serpent thousands of feet long.

The snake's tail was pulled out, causing the air to explode, like a long spear piercing into the blood-red hand.

boom!
In an instant, the giant hand shattered into pieces.

The giant blue serpent opened its mouth and swallowed the pillar of light directly.

A flash of sword light tore through the scales, unleashing a torrent of snake blood that forced the demon race back.

The middle-aged cultivator stood with his sword in hand, his eyes burning as he stared at the ancient well, and growled:
"This was crafted by our human ancestors. The demon race is merely material, yet they dare to steal it."

They drew their swords and charged forward, beginning their struggle for the ancient well.

In an instant, the entire battlefield descended into madness, blood once again staining the grass and turning the clear spring into crimson.

An even more brutal battle has begun!

Zhang Yuanzhu remained hidden in the shadows, his double pupils deep and unfathomable, as he activated the secret technique of 'Breaking Illusion'.

His gaze passed beyond the radiance, probing into the interior of the ancient well—dark, decaying, littered with white bones, and...
A pair of beastly eyes!
Its pale golden beast eyes slowly turned to meet the young man's gaze, filled with vicissitudes and resentment.

In an instant, my vision was abruptly cut off, and I was plunged into darkness.

Is there something alive in the well?
Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was extremely solemn, his five fingers gripping the hilt of his knife tightly.

The creatures that can survive or be born in the ancient well sealed by the True Lord are definitely beyond his current ability to contend with.

Moreover, that look in his eyes didn't seem like something that had just been formed recently.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and growled:

"go!"

With a burst of power from the soles of his feet, the ground beneath his feet cracked and he shot forward at incredible speed.

Su Meng did not hesitate either. The moment the young man spoke, she made hand seals, and her qi and blood began to circulate in a strange way.

With one step, he was already close to Zhang Yuanzhu.

The second step is to run alongside the youth.

The woman held a sword in one hand, her white dress fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth, ethereal and graceful.

"What did you discover, senior brother?"

"There is a creature in the well!"

At this moment, even Su Meng felt a chill run down her spine. With the seal of a Golden Core True Monarch, it was absolutely impossible for any living being to accidentally enter it.

Therefore, any creature living in the well can only be something that has been conceived in the well.

In this way, there will be absolutely no extraordinary creations; if there are any, they will be swallowed up completely by that ghostly thing.

Was it something born from the flesh and blood of a demon race true lord? Or was it a contingency plan set up by a human race true lord?

“Brother Dao, you did the right thing. For unknown creatures, our best choice is to leave and let the True Man go and test them.”

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, and the two ran at full speed, covering more than ten miles in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and continued to head outwards.

"What exactly were the demons that were sealed away back then? Are there any records in the ancient books?"

“A tree spirit has an extremely large life force; otherwise, how could a human True Monarch have been worn down to death?”

Just as the two were fleeing at full speed, the battlefield had already changed.

A human cultivator repelled the demon race and arrived at the ancient well, preparing to enter the well and collect the great medicine.

A hand covered in brown patterns emerged from the well and pressed against Ning Sha Zhenren's brow.

Stab it!

Five fingers pierced between the eyebrows.

In an instant, Ning Sha Zhenren's body trembled, and all the essence of his magic power, blood, and spiritual consciousness leaked out wildly, leaving only a layer of skin in an instant.

Ta-ta-ta~
The footsteps were not loud, yet they clearly reached the ears of every living being.

A tall figure, draped in an ancient Taoist robe, emerged step by step from the ancient well.

His figure was blurry, and he was playing with a ball of light in one hand, which was the essence of Ning Sha Zhenren's entire body.

In front of many powerful figures, he slowly swallowed the ball of light.

"A long dream unfolds, what year is it tonight?"

As the words fell, the expressions of those at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation stages changed drastically.

Such tone, such posture.

boom! boom! boom!
Both humans and demons scattered and fled, streaks of blood light crisscrossing the land.

"No matter how long it takes, you will still look the same."

The tall figure seemed to be chuckling softly, as if whispering.

With a casual step, he arrived in front of the Puppet Sect Master, reached out his hand, smashed through layers of resistance, and grabbed the other's neck.

"I am an elder of the Puppet Sect. Your slaughter is surely..."

"The Puppet Sect, a newly emerging force?"

With a clench of his hand, the Demonic Immortal turned into a layer of withered skin and drifted to the ground.

All the essence has been completely extracted.

The figure, clad in an ancient Taoist robe, made several moves in succession, absorbing the power of one strong person after another, whether they were demons or humans.

"There's no escape. It can use its magic!"

A cultivator growled.

Without magic, they were too slow and had no chance of escaping the island.

Not only did the human race react, but the powerful demon race members also noticed it.

The two sides began to move closer and gather together.

At this moment, the being that had climbed out of the ancient well also stopped making a move and quietly waited for the humans and demons to gather.

"The full moon remains the same, but old friends are all gone; the world is ultimately different."

An ancient being stands with its hands behind its back, softly recounting its story; its weathered voice drifts on the wind.

"Pretending to be a god or ghost, a Golden Core True Monarch can only live for eight hundred years. Even if his methods are profound, he cannot live for more than a thousand years."

A demonic cultivator shouted, his chest filled with murderous intent.

The Puppet Sect suffered heavy losses on this trip to the island, but gained little, and is now being forced into this situation.

"It's nothing more than something born from a pile of wreckage, stealing our fortune and impersonating a Golden Core True Monarch. Heaven despises it!"

“Our sect’s experts came wielding Dao artifacts. With a single strike, even an island would sink. If we retreat now, we still have a chance to survive.”

One by one, demonic cultivators, unorthodox practitioners, evil cultivators, and even demons roared.

The other side's indiscriminate slaughter is the work of a madman.

Now, let alone a fake, even if it were the real one, various sects would dare to capture him if he didn't recover to the Golden Core realm.

Yes, all the Condensing Fiend Realm cultivators sensed the opponent's strength; a peak Condensing Fiend Realm cultivator was ultimately not a Golden Core True Monarch.

However, it is just a bit fierce due to the special terrain!

(End of this chapter)