Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 301 Finally Arriving at the Border, the Temple of a Thousand Calamities (4000)

Inside the palace, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his five fingers lightly touching the hilt of his sword.

With each strike, magical power surges in like a vast ocean, erasing the remaining marks and leaving behind traces of its own magical power.

This longsword is quite good; according to his observation, it is no weaker than a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it should be that sword cultivator's natal sword.

He had only glimpsed a few words about the so-called natal sword in ancient Taoist texts, and had also learned about it during conversations with Xie Beiling.

This sword is not a conventional natal magic weapon; it was obtained through a clever trick.

He integrated the sword embryo into his dantian from a young age, constantly cultivated and broke through, and finally it became his natal sword.

This method is extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake could result in the dantian being torn apart, leading to death and the loss of one's spiritual essence.

However, during the Foundation Establishment stage, because such a sword has already become part of the cultivator's body, the pressure on the spiritual platform will be much less, and a low-grade spiritual platform may be able to withstand it.

hum~
A sword's cry interrupted the young man's thoughts.

The longsword trembled slightly, unleashing bursts of sword energy, sharp and dazzling.

Zhang Yuanzhu grabbed the hilt, drew the longsword, examined the bright blade, and nodded slightly.

The next moment, a magnificent scabbard inlaid with spirit stones appeared between his fingers.

Bang!

The long sword was sheathed and carried on his back.

The young man raised his head, a wicked smile on his face.

When he uses this flying sword to behead the people of various Dharma and Dao lineages, what kind of expression will the Sword Sect have?

With the arrival of the four major lineages on the island, they did not linger at the sects, but left Immortal Weapon Valley and headed towards the border.

As time passed, on the island, people from various schools of thought would invite each other to discuss their doctrines, talk about scriptures, and drink tea, creating a harmonious atmosphere, free from the initial tension.

Zhang Yuanzhu, however, was immersed in his cultivation and ignored the changes in the outside world.

During this period, he declined all invitations from both the Daoist lineage and the Vast Ocean Dharma lineage.

Eight days later, at the edge of the island.

Zhang Yuanzhu, carrying a flying sword on his back, leaned against a tree trunk and looked down.

Smoke curls from the chimneys, towns are scattered like stars, roads are neat and wide, and caravans flow endlessly along the roads.

The young man's eyes were unreadable, and a smile played on his lips.

"Brother Zhang, don't be fooled by the Wuliang Palace's scheme."

A man with a full head of white hair and wearing a silver cloak walked from a distance, his expression solemn.

He came to the side of the tree trunk and looked down at the ground.

"Their patronage of ordinary people is nothing more than treating them like pigs and dogs, increasing their private wealth, and providing them with incense and religious offerings."

"Hypocrisy and pretense have always been their nature."

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze, took out the jade bottle containing the bone effusion from his bosom, and drank it down as if no one else was around.

In an instant, lightning crackled around him, both explosive and majestic.

No matter how violent the thunder was, the tree trunks behind the young man and the flowers and grass under his feet remained unchanged, their vitality undiminished.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanzhu suppressed the lightning into his body before turning his gaze to the silver-haired man:

"Sword Sect disciples, you're all annoying!"

The silver-haired man's expression was stiff, and his face showed bitterness.

Clasping hands in a fist and bowing!
“Brother Zhang, regarding what happened a few days ago, Junior Brother Shao was at fault, and I apologize on his behalf.”

"Brother Dao, one palm strike has left him half-dead. Such punishment should be enough."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, with thunderous roars emanating from his body as he underwent the most extreme body tempering.

"If there is nothing else, Guan Cangdaozi may leave."

"There are some things that I can judge for myself, and I don't need your guidance."

If this successor of the Sword Sect had not been so humble and polite, he would not have exchanged more than a few words with him.

But it was just a brief exchange.

Guan Cang sighed inwardly. Some of the higher-ups in the Daoist lineage hoped that he would get in touch with the young man to increase his goodwill towards him.

However, what Junior Brother Shao did before was far too heinous.

The white-haired man was about to continue speaking.

A pair of deep, unfathomable eyes gazed upon me, filling my vision and resonating in my heart.

Immediately following was a soft whisper with an inexplicable emotion.

With regret and disappointment.

"Is this your swordsmanship?"

"Hesitant and calculating, looking before and after, lacking even a trace of the clarity of a sword cultivator."

The voice was not loud, but each word resonated in Guan Cang's heart like a great bell, shaking his mind and spirit.

The white-haired man opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood tall with his back straight, a ruler slung over his shoulder, his black hair flowing down his back, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

Like a banished immortal descending to earth, ethereal and serene.

With a stride forward, his red robe billowed, he took a half-step off the island.

His gaze fell upon the peaceful mortal world, and the towering stone statues standing in the center of every town and city.

It was a stone statue with a blurred face, but the half-mask on its face was the most memorable part.

"Yan State, Xuanqing Temple."

The floating island has now entered the sphere of influence of the Boundless Palace and was once the northwestern territory of the Qian Kingdom.

In just a few short years, it seems like the world has changed completely.

At this moment, even though they held different positions, Zhang Yuanzhu couldn't help but admire him in his heart:

'good! ’

He stood on the edge of the island, admiring the magnificent landscape and the bustling world.

Even with its flaws, this bustling world is still far superior to the Fallen Demon Valley and the mortal realm under the rule of the Immortal Soldier Valley.

Guan Cang stared at the young man's retreating figure, his eyes filled with confusion—a disconnect between ideals and reality.

What the other party said is correct. Sword cultivators should have a firm will and a clear mind. So what have I been doing these past few days?

Following orders from his elders, he spent his days circling around the young man.

Snapped!
The white-haired man clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

He turned and walked into the depths of the island, his figure quickly disappearing from sight.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged as he continued to admire the magnificent landscape.

Suddenly, the young man frowned slightly.

A blade of light, reaching to the heavens and piercing the earth, rose from the edge of the land.

In an instant, it tore through the sky and arrived near the island.

hum!hum!
The crisp sound of the blade, accompanied by a long howl, reverberated through the heavens.

"Junior Xuanqing greets all seniors."

As the words fell, the flash of the blade dissipated with a deafening roar.

A figure emerged, wearing a half-face mask made of green wood, with the right side of his face covered, revealing only half of his face, and dressed in a green robe that was spotless.

The person, simply standing in the sky, exuded an aura of nobility.

"This generation of Xuanqing Zhenren is quite remarkable. No wonder he was able to severely injure that Zhao family's foundation."

A calm sound came from deep within the island.

Without any power, it easily smoothed out the scattered sword light, causing the aura on Xuanqing Zhenren's body to drop lower and lower.

"Since you don't trust us old folks to go through Yan, then you should come and sit here yourself."

"It would be impolite to refuse."

Master Xuanqing nodded, took a step, and was already a hundred meters in front of Zhang Yuanzhu.

The two looked at each other, their gazes meeting in mid-air, one indifferent and aloof, the other fierce and domineering.

The two had met at Yinming Mountain several years ago.

Or rather, Zhang Yuanzhu, who was at the Qi Refining Realm, looked up to Xuanqing Zhenren, who had defeated the Qian Kingdom's patriarch and wreaked havoc, as if he were an ant.

The Azure Sky lineage, the Spirit Eater lineage, and the Qian Kingdom all declined during that indiscriminate massacre.

"Junior, I've seen your sword; it's not bad!"

"I've seen your sword before; it's acceptable!"

Xuanqing Daoist was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the young man to dare to reply. However, he quickly recovered, chuckled, and took a step forward to stand beside the young man.

With another step, he vanished from his spot and disappeared into the depths of the island.

Only a barely perceptible whisper drifted through the air.

"I look forward to the day you reach the Qi Condensation Realm, and then I will come to see your sword again."

Zhang Yuanzhu stared in the direction where the other person had disappeared, a grin spreading across his face.

That day won't be too far away!

After Xuanqing Zhenren entered the island, everything was as usual, and they continued to explore the suspended island.

Zhang Yuanzhu also immersed himself in cultivation once again.

He swallowed bone sap to refine his body, practiced cultivation techniques to increase his magical power, and honed his spiritual consciousness to solidify the pagoda. Day after day, month after month, he never slacked off.

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu has already swallowed the fourth bottle of Body Refining Bone Liquid, and has completed nearly half of the second level of the Body Refining Technique.

Now, his bones are pale purple, exuding an indescribable majesty.

Simply by standing on the earth, it exudes a magnificent and awe-inspiring presence that cannot be looked at directly.

"Yuanzhu, come quickly, we are about to reach the border."

The sound coming from outside the palace made Zhang Yuanzhu look towards the gate.

"Is the battlefield between humans and transvestites approaching?"

The young man murmured, a hint of seriousness creeping into his eyes.

He took a step forward, approached the gate, and stretched out his hand.

Crunch!

The gate opened, revealing an old man dressed in red.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled, his arm resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Elder Huo, I'm here."

The old man looked the young man up and down, his aged face beaming with joy.

"Good! Good!"

"Yuanzhu, your cultivation has improved once again."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, raised his hand, and pointed to the palace complex:
"The border is approaching; gather your disciples."

"Alright, summon them now."

The two walked side by side toward the palace to inform the disciples.

At the same time, the Corpse Refining Sect, the Beginning Cloud Sect, the Vast Ocean Sect, and even the Sword Sect are all gathering their own disciples.

Soon, five distinct streams of people gathered in front of the island.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood side by side with Elder Huo at the forefront of the Zhuoyang lineage.

He took this opportunity to observe the forces dispatched by various lineages and sects, and then pondered the measures that should be taken at the border.

The Vast Ocean Dharma Lineage has three Foundation Establishment cultivators, the strongest of whom is the Vast Ocean Mountain Lord, a great cultivator at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

This lineage is quite close to Zhuoyang. The foundation-building cultivators and disciples of the two sects on the island have exchanged ideas many times.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking at the Corpse Refining Technique on his right. His double pupils were dark, and his 'Illusion-Breaking' pupil technique burst forth, directly looking into the essence.

Five Foundation Establishment cultivators, three of whom are at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, represent the second strongest force dispatched by the Corpse Refining Cultivation ...

As for the first, it is of course the Zhuoyang lineage. Just one Ning Sha Zhenren is enough to make it the most powerful among all lineages.

To the right of the Corpse Refining Technique is the Initial Cloud Technique.

The three are Foundation Establishment cultivators, but the Lord of Chuyun Mountain has already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm and is likely to break into the Condensation Realm.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered as he assessed the strength of all parties, and various thoughts raced through his mind.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the location of the Sword Sect's Dao lineage.

Sword light!

Sword light!!
It's still sword light!!!

It reaches to the heavens and the earth, tears apart space, and divides the universe.

The moment he saw that sword light again, Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his 'Insightful Eye Technique'.

But a stinging pain still came from my eyes, and drops of blood slid down from my eye sockets.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, a vibrant blue light emanating from his eyes as he repaired his injuries.

With a fleeting glance, he vaguely deduced from the aura of the Sword Sect's lineage that it had dispatched a powerful expert.

'Peak of Qi Condensation!!!'

He had sensed such a vast aura in the giant hand that tore apart the Beast Taming Secret Realm, and in the golden-robed old Taoist who held a lamp and resisted the True Monarch Talisman when confronting the Tai Ri Dao Vein.

Now, he felt it again.

The young man turned his gaze away and began to observe his surroundings.

the other side.

A figure from the Sword Sect, dressed in plain clothes with an indistinct face, glanced in the direction of the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage.

"The younger generation surpasses the older generation; I never imagined that such outstanding individuals could emerge in an era like this."

"Guan Cang, you are far inferior to him!"

Beside the old man stood a handsome silver-haired man who seemed to know who his ancestor was referring to.

Guan Cang looked bitter, his arms hanging down at his waist.

“Ancestor, that person is exceptionally talented, has amazing abilities, and is resolute in character. How can I compare to him?”

The old man's figure became increasingly blurred, as if he had detached himself from the mortal world, his cloudy eyes gazing at his own genius.

He then looked at his fellow disciples behind him and began to talk to them.

The group made no attempt to conceal their conversation, but every word they uttered was forgotten by the surrounding cultivators.

The island stretches across the sky, hurtling forward at breakneck speed.

Strands of divine light appeared in the cultivators' field of vision, intertwining and shifting, illuminating the entire world as if they had fallen into a fairyland.

Brilliant and magnificent.

Immediately afterwards, a hazy divine light revealed a vast medicinal garden behind it. The soil was crystal clear, brimming with vitality, and precious medicinal plants were planted on it, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

In these soils, the remains of enormous demonic beasts are planted, gradually drying out.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed with fervent eyes at the light screen above the herb garden and the corpses of demonic beasts in the soil.

This large array covering the herb garden is quite interesting, and the demonic beasts planted there are extremely powerful, the weakest of which have Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Old Huo, standing to the side, gazed at the herb garden below, his eyes filled with envy:

"Zijing once mentioned the medicine garden of the Thousand Tribulations Temple in the Boundless Palace. It is truly vast, and many of the precious medicines there are helpful for condensing evil spirits."

"If our Zhuoyang lineage had such a vast medicinal garden, we wouldn't be facing a shortage of herbs."

"The Temple of a Thousand Calamities?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself, his eyes burning with undiminished intensity.

This medicinal garden is full of treasures, from precious herbs and the remains of demonic beasts to even the soil, all of which are of great help to his cultivation.

Of course, the most important thing is the formation covering the herb garden. Give him time, and he can sneak in.

Call ~
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

Such a treasure trove has already been discovered before even reaching the border; this campaign will surely not disappoint him.

As they pondered, the island stretched forward, and strange sights passed beneath them.

Temples stood on the earth, suppressing the wilderness.

At this moment, the elder of the Sword Sect's Dao lineage floated up, facing the numerous disciples.

“Disciples, we are in the territory of the Thousand Tribulations Temple, a powerful force with Golden Core inheritance, and a solid backing against the demon race.”

"The various treasures and cultivation environments you just saw can be enjoyed by anyone, regardless of their status, as long as they have contributed to resisting the demon race."

"This is a vow made by Wuliang Palace, and there is absolutely no possibility of it being broken."

As the words fell, a mountain range appeared at the edge of the world.

The moment the mountain range appeared, all the cultivators were speechless.

The mountain range was so vast that it exceeded the limits of any living being's imagination. It was like a real dragon coiled on the ground, with each mountain, of varying heights, resembling its scales.

At this moment, the Sword Sect elder's eyes were solemn as he gazed at the mountain range that stretched for countless miles, and he uttered each word carefully:
"We've arrived at the Ancient Cliff Mountain Border Pass!"

(End of this chapter)