Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 283 Zhang Yuanzhu: Where have I been transferred to? (4000)

Huhuhu~
A fierce wind howled, dust flew, and a figure appeared and disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward and walked out of the Gale Zone.

As the wind blades dissipated, he arrived at a jungle.

"After a month, I've finally made it through."

The young man whispered, stretched out his hand, and took the blazing furnace from above his head.

The bronze-colored furnace body is covered with marks and has narrow cracks.

Zhang Yuanzhu stroked the bronze furnace with his five fingers, a helpless expression on his face.

This low-grade spiritual artifact is already useless; apart from its [Special Feature] "Burning Explosion," it has little value.

He flipped his hand and put away the Azure Fire Furnace, then looked around.

The ancient trees stand tall and desolate, yet the sounds of birds and beasts are nowhere to be heard; the air is heavy and oppressive.

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep-set eyes sensed something was amiss; the place was unusually quiet.

A series of crimson-gold halos burst forth from his body, rising and falling, making the young man appear like a god descending to earth.

Take a step forward, slowly moving forward, taking nine steps in a row!

Boom!

He felt the earth shake violently, a burst of light bloomed and filled his vision, and then a hazy mist spread around him.

Perception and consciousness were completely blurred.

But in an instant, the view became clear again.

Chirp! Roar!
Birdsong and animal roars echoed continuously from the jungle.

Before anyone knew it, flowers bloomed all over the land, carrying a faint fragrance, and wisps of mist appeared, making the ancient forest seem like a fairyland.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was solemn. Everything had changed too quickly; before he could even react, the world had already turned upside down.

These matters were never explained in the jade slip given by Fairy Ye.

"Fellow Daoist, you've also come to this grand gathering. May I ask which lineage you belong to?"

A curious voice came from behind.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and looked at the man who was walking towards him.

The man carried a long sword on his back, had a gentle expression, and his black hair fell over his shoulders.

They walked step by step with an awe-inspiring presence.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze had already passed over the man and was now looking behind him, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

The gale zone disappeared. Even with spiritual sense sweeping over it and the 'Breaking Illusion' secret technique activated, the gale and dust could still not be sensed.

It seems that the experience of January was nothing but an illusion.

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned, and the divine halo surrounding him shone even brighter.

He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the man with the sword on his back.

"Since I've come here, I naturally want to participate in this grand event. May I ask where you come from, my friend?"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, then asked a question aloud, carefully observing the man.

The man had a gentle smile as he walked slowly forward, his robes fluttering, like a figure in a painting, elegant and unrestrained.

"Disciple of the Ancient Underworld Daoist Lineage of Cangya Mountain greets fellow Daoist."

"Since we are going the same way, why don't we go to Peach Blossom Village together and listen to the Daoist Master preach?"

A ripple of emotion stirred deep within Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, and his five fingers clenched tightly.

Daoist Venerable?
The Golden Elixir is nothing more than a True Monarch; who in the world dares to call themselves the Dao Venerable?

But an existence that survives being addressed with such a title must be extremely powerful.

Where exactly is this place?
Zhang Yuanzhu walked forward expressionlessly.
"Can!"

Roar!
A dragon's roar interrupted the young man's steps.

A true blue dragon descended from the sky, slowly landing and transforming into a young man.

"It's Little Azure Dragon. I didn't expect it to participate in this grand event."

The swordsman spoke softly, standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Yuanzhu, gazing at the transformed Azure Dragon.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent. This was indeed a true dragon, though still young, it was not weak.

At this moment, the little green dragon seemed to sense something, and after landing, it looked at the two of them.

His pupils narrowed slightly as he strode forward, his cyan-gold armor clanging.

It stopped ten meters away from Zhang Yuanzhu, its eyes blazing:
"I sensed my kin, but now it seems he's just a human undergoing body refinement."

"Imitation is ultimately just imitation, merely picking up scraps from others, and can never surpass them."

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up as he slowly opened his mouth.

Defeating you is not difficult!

There was no backing down; it was simple and direct.

"Then come on over. You must be someone who isn't unknown to be able to participate in this grand event."

The little green dragon spoke, its green hair dancing wildly, its armor gleaming, like a demon god.

"The Daoist Master's execution ground, do you also wish to make a move?" the sword-wielding man murmured, pointing into the depths of the jungle.

"How do the older generation view this?"

"What will the Daoist Master think?"

In an instant, the little azure dragon's fierce fighting spirit subsided.

"It seems I am unable to fight you."

At the same time, a golden light stretched across the sky and earth, arriving in all directions.

It was a golden roc, also one of the most powerful creatures in the world.

With incredible speed, Jinpeng arrived in front of the three in an instant, transforming into a tall woman draped in golden feathers.

The woman's golden eyes swept over the three of them, her expression gentle, and her red lips parted:
"Having met several fellow Daoists, the grand gathering is about to begin, and many seniors will be arriving soon. We should also make our way there."

"Several have passed away. The true path lies in cultivation, not in conquest."

The man with the sword on his back chuckled and stepped forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were half-closed, but he was actually thinking about his current situation.

The Azure Dragon, the Golden Roc, and the man with the sword on his back—each one was extraordinary, yet he had never heard of them or seen them before.

And the so-called Daoist Master is something I've never even heard of.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, walking alongside the others.

During this time, the little green dragon, the golden roc girl, and the man carrying the sword discussed their cultivation experiences with each other.

The more Zhang Yuanzhu listened, the more bewildered he felt.

Many of his experiences differed from common sense.

"Spiritual root cultivation is the foundation of all Qi Refining stages. Take the spiritual root of heaven and earth, place it in the dantian, and continuously cultivate it in order to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining and break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

……

Until a conversation reached my ears.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips twitched. He recognized every single word: spiritual root, Qi Refining Ninth Level, Foundation Establishment. But when put together, it was something he had never seen before.

At this moment, he could finally confirm that their cultivation systems were different, but how could that be?
One hundred days to cultivate Qi, twelve levels of Qi Refining, nine layers of Foundation Building... This cultivation system is an ironclad rule, followed by many cultivators, whether in Ancient Cliff Mountain, Fallen Demon Mountain, or even among the demon race.

Unless the world has changed, the conversation between the little green dragon, the golden roc girl, and the man with the sword on his back, and the words they spoke, were absolutely similar to his and of the same lineage.

He had merely embarked on a journey home, but where exactly did he end up?
Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and various guesses surged in his mind.

The ancient forests around us gradually thinned out, and as we walked forward, the view opened up dramatically.

The vast blue sea is dotted with sturdy peach trees standing tall.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, their petals slowly falling, a dazzling and beautiful sight.

Colorful butterflies danced gracefully amidst the rain of flowers, and one after another, agile fish leaped into the air.

This scene made Zhang Yuanzhu feel as if he had stepped into a painting.

"When the Daoist Master preaches, all the seniors arrive, and many rare and outstanding individuals also come."

The man with the sword on his back gazed at the streaks of light in the vast sky and spoke softly.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and suddenly asked:
"Has a Golden Core True Monarch arrived?"

"Among the many seniors, there are naturally Golden Core True Monarchs, and even several Nascent Soul Dao Monarchs have come here."

Jin Pengnu spoke gently, turning her body slightly to the side as she looked at the young man.

"At the Daoist Venerable's Dharma assembly, you should not conceal your presence."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded. If a True Lord were in front of him, or even stronger, no matter how he tried to conceal it, it would be useless.

The divine halos dissipated, revealing a slender figure and a pair of deep eyes.

His red robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair cascaded down, and his handsome face wore a smile. "Zhang Yuanzhu from the Ancient Cliff Mountain Immortal Weapon Valley greets fellow Daoists."

The young man cupped his hands in greeting.

"Ancient Cliff Mountain?"

The man carrying the sword looked surprised.

“‘Cang’ is synonymous with ‘ancient’, so Cangya Mountain can also be called Ancient Cliff Mountain. It seems that I am destined to meet you, fellow Daoist.”

"If I hadn't never heard of Immortal Soldier Valley before, I would have thought that you and I came from the same place."

Golden Roc Woman's sharp golden eyes scrutinized the young man, sensing his extraordinary nature.

"The fact that Immortal Soldier Valley can cultivate such a prodigy as you must mean that it has a powerful lineage."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, his arms hanging naturally at his sides as he gazed at the sea before him.

"It's time for us to get going."

"That's right! Let's go!"

Everyone laughed and walked forward side by side, talking to each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu would occasionally speak up, asking or answering questions, joining in the discussion.

Gradually, he began to make some guesses about his surroundings, and some of the terrain corresponded to what he had in mind.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the difference between the three people beside him; they did not have the usual ferocity of cultivators, but were very gentle and natural.

Even the seemingly powerful little azure dragon is nothing more than a bit arrogant. Compared to demonic cultivators, or even to unorthodox sects, it is a good dragon.

During their conversation, the four of them soon arrived at an island.

The stars were drawn by great magic and hung above the island, radiating light.

One after another, exotic animals frolicked and played on the island, catching Zhang Yuanzhu's eye.

The flesh and blood are full of vitality, and the hooves are strong; it should taste good.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions; now was not the time to think about food.

Stepping forward, the group landed on the island, before Zhang Yuanzhu could observe it further.

Roar!
A dragon's roar that shook time and space resounded throughout heaven and earth.

The stars disappeared, and a giant azure dragon appeared in the sky.

Each scale is as large as a star, entwined with wisps of chaotic energy, exuding immense majesty.

This is a fully grown dragon, incredibly powerful.

At the moment the true dragon appeared, a blue fragment in Zhang Yuanzhu's storage bag trembled slightly, emitting a blue glow.

Zhang Yuanzhu naturally noticed the change in the cyan fragment immediately. This was the first time his spoils from the Ancient Demon Graveyard had shown any movement.

He gazed at the shimmering patterns within the blue light and murmured to himself:
'Ten thousand?'

"The Daoist treasure, the Ten Thousand Dragon Bell, is truly awe-inspiring."

Jinpeng sighed softly.

"It is said that this artifact was forged by the Daoist Master after he killed a Dragon Lord."

The little azure dragon stared blankly at the giant dragon of the Azure Sky, speechless. This was its own kind, yet it had been refined into a powerful weapon.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu also withdrew his attention from the storage bag and looked at Cang Yu, or rather, the blurry figure atop the Azure Dragon's head, whispering:
"Wanlong Bell?"

The dragon roared, its body suddenly shrinking and transforming into nine intertwined bells.

The bell is exquisite, with a bluish-gold color and a faint bluish glow.

The blurry figure reached out a hand, gently grasped the bell, and walked towards the island.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the cyan fragment in the storage bag, recalling the Wanlong Bell from earlier, his double pupils deep and unfathomable.

Is it from the distant past?

He wondered in his heart whether the several prodigies beside him were real or just an illusion.

It's too early to draw conclusions now; we need to observe further.

Zhang Yuanzhu followed the group forward, approaching the center of the island, where a high platform stood and the Daoist master sat cross-legged.

One after another, powerful figures sat on either side.

There were golden crows soaring like the sun in the sky; sword cultivators with sharp auras that tore through space; and fairies swaying like blue lotuses, otherworldly beings.
There are far too many powerful individuals; even the weakest among them must have reached the Golden Core stage.

Such a magnificent scene even shocked Zhang Yuanzhu, and he remembered it deeply.

“Fellow Daoist, that area is where elders discuss the Dao. Let’s talk in another place.”

The man with the sword chuckled and led Zhang Yuanzhu and the others to the side.

It was a place frequented only by young people, who sat cross-legged on prayer cushions, discussing scriptures and doctrines.

The atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

Zhang Yuanzhu had never been in such an environment before. Since he began cultivating, he had either been fighting or on the path to fighting.

They trudged forward, stepping over bones and flesh.

He sat cross-legged to one side, quietly observing and gathering information.

During this time, a five-colored spirit deer was presented on a platter, and a white ape poured wine; all was harmonious, and laughter filled the air.

After an unknown amount of time, the little green dragon cupped his hands in a fist salute to the young man.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I sense that your aura is slightly different from ours. I wonder why?"

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his arms flat on his knees. He did not conceal his aura, or rather, he shouldn't try to hide it in front of so many powerful figures and geniuses.

"Different paths of cultivation naturally result in different auras."

The young man was at ease.

After observing for a while, he also roughly understood the other party's cultivation path.

Without the Qi Condensation Realm, they seem to be able to directly enter the Qi Refining Realm by relying on spiritual roots of various attributes.

Even those in the Qi Refining Realm do not need to condense spell patterns. After reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, one can find a spiritual root of heaven and earth and place it into the body to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm and then condense evil energy.

Even if one wants to form a core, all one needs to do is extract the essence of heaven and earth.

Refining elixirs, comprehending the Great Dao, and searching for various treasures of heaven and earth—this is their daily routine.

There was little fighting between them, after all, there were too many treasures in the world, inexhaustible and boundless.

"Why are the paths of cultivation different?"

With curiosity, the little green dragon was now being observed by a multitude of gazes.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, opened his mouth but didn't know where to begin.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke directly:
"You'll understand once you've fought a battle."

"war?"

The little green dragon looked surprised; it was always the one who asked for a sparring match, but this time it was the one being invited.

"Alright, a friendly spar is fine."

The little azure dragon stood up and walked forward, its azure-gold armor clanging.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly rose, his red robe fluttering in the wind, and strode forward to meet the approaching figure.

The dragon and the human drew ever closer, their energies colliding and creating surging waves that swept across the vast wilderness.

At this moment, not only the younger generation, but even the older generation of experts turned their attention to this place.

The bloodline of a true dragon always attracts attention.

The little green dragon strode forward, raised its arms, and wisps of green light emanated from its palms.

Hoo~ho~
The magic surged, and the dragon roared, transforming into a true dragon that charged forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was indifferent, and strands of crimson-gold light emanated, condensing and compressing, transforming into scales that adhered to his body.

In the blink of an eye, a crimson dragon appeared on the earth.

Dragon's eyes were cold as he looked down ahead.

Step forward, raise your arms.

Outstretch your claws!

Overbearing and domineering.

Boom!

The azure dragon formed from magical power exploded with a deafening roar.

A crimson-gold dragon claw, piercing through the radiant light, landed on the little green dragon's face.

In an instant, the little green dragon's body began to tilt and tumble, and then Zhang Yuanzhu pressed it to the ground, rendering it unable to move.

The strange scene of the Azure Dragon transforming into a human on the ground and the human transforming into a Crimson Dragon above appeared before the eyes of the cultivators.

"how is this possible?"

The little green dragon murmured, defeated in a single blow.

Its opponent was in the same realm as it, and had not surpassed it in terms of realm, so how could it have been defeated so easily?

(End of this chapter)