Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 318 Green hills are everywhere to bury bones; if one can return to one's roots, that would be even better. (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu was concerned about the tempering of his kidneys; the desert was hot, and he wondered if he could find a suitable location.

I wonder if the Vast Ocean Dharma Lineage can find the water vein.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to climb Ancient Cliff Mountain again to continue his search.

Huang Yuzhou soared through the sky for nine consecutive days, finally arriving at the front line where humans and demons clashed.

A demonic aura permeated the air, and countless ferocious figures filled the desert, densely packed together.

Beyond the horde of demons, amidst swirling clouds and dazzling light, a colossal city towering into the depths of the heavens was being forged.

"Level 10!"

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze, turned around to bypass the demon race, and continued on his way.

At the same time, several demonic figures hanging high in the sky merely glanced in the direction the young man had left before ignoring him.

The human race's True Monarch and the demon race's Golden Core expert made a bet, which had already spread throughout the world, and the two races temporarily ceased hostilities.

They were just cultivators who had rushed back; they weren't worth breaking the rules for.

Huang Yuzhou traversed the sky, and it took him about six hours to circle around to the tenth pass.

Disciples of the Boundless Palace were constantly building the city walls, some performing hand seals and others setting up array patterns.

The city gates were wide open, and streams of light flowed in and out without any obstruction.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the long ruler, and with a thought, the flying boat went straight into the city gate.

His spiritual senses surged forth, searching for a familiar aura.

Soon, a smile appeared on the young man's face. He jumped off the flying boat and strode to the side.

Courtyards and pavilions stand on the ground, and disciples dressed in red and blue robes walk around here.

'This should be the base of Zhuoyang and Hanhai.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

Then, he strode towards the strongest aura in the camp.

A fiery red palace came into view.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of the palace gate, stepped forward, and gently knocked on the door.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Senior, your disciple Zhang Yuanzhu has returned."

As the words fell, footsteps echoed from the palace.

Crunch!

The palace gates opened from the inside, and an old man in a red robe with a cold and hard face appeared.

The old man carefully examined the young man, his stern face softening into a kind expression.
"Yuanzhu, it's good that you're back safe and sound."

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, gazing at Huo Lao's half-gray, half-red long hair, a ripple stirring deep within his eyes.

He suppressed his emotions and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Having returned from the depths of the Demon Realm, I have slain many enemies and benefited greatly, and have now reached the third level of Foundation Establishment."

"Foundation Building Level 3?"

Huo Lao looked horrified, only now sensing the youth's aura.

Like a thunderous explosion, as vast as the sky, it was far more powerful than it had been a few months ago, truly a result of a breakthrough.

“Great! That’s great!!”

Huo Lao laughed heartily, which greatly invigorated his listless spirit.

At this moment, Elder Huo was extremely grateful that it was Jin Zhan who went to Thousand Weapon Peak to recruit disciples.

Amidst laughter, the old man stepped aside and pointed to the palace:

"Come, let's have a good drink."

The young man smiled, nodded slightly, and strode into the palace.

The corridors were crimson, the main hall was solemn, and a high platform stood in front of it; everything was familiar.

Zhang Yuanzhu's thoughts were complicated. Although this palace was not as grand as the one of the Zhuoyang lineage, its layout was extremely similar.

The old man sat cross-legged at the bottom of the steps, waving his hands, and plates of spiritual fruits and wine appeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a futon and sat down cross-legged. Some spiritual fruits and wines from other realms, as well as glowing demon beast meat, appeared in front of him.

Each item is incredibly valuable, enough to tempt even a Foundation Establishment expert.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, picked up the wine pot, poured a cup, and handed it over.

"The wine from Fallen Demon Mountain has a unique flavor, please drink it, senior!"

"Then I'll have to try it."

Huo Lao chuckled, took the wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

The young man poured himself another glass and sipped it slowly.

"Senior, the mountain lord is not at the camp; he is out on a campaign."

“Zijing, he should be at the Sword Sect’s headquarters, discussing some matters.”

Elder Huo explained, put down the wine cup in his hand, picked up the spiritual fruit, and began to taste it.

"The Sword Sect lineage?"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, and then asked about some events that had occurred in recent months.

The old man answered them one by one.

Overall, it was not much different from what Lu Hongyun described, but the slight difference was that another Ning Sha True Person had fallen in the Paper Doll lineage.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, they drank spirit wine with the old man, discussed the meat of demon beasts, and appreciated spirit fruits.

Time passed by, and it wasn't until late at night that Zhang Yuanzhu finally cleaned up the mess on the floor and stood up.

He gazed at the drunken old man.

Bow with hands clasped!
"This disciple will take his leave now. Senior, please rest early."

"go Go."

Old Huo leaned against the steps and whispered.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and strode towards the palace exit.

The doors closed automatically, sealing off the inside and outside. The young man's smile faded, replaced by a complex expression.

The fire's vitality decayed, its aura waned, and even its hair turned gray.

The continuous battles had drained his energy, and this senior was about to collapse.

Or rather, none of the three elders of the Zhuoyang lineage who came to this place intended to survive; they were merely using their remaining bodies to do their last bit of strength for the lineage.

Call ~
The young man exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the turbulent emotions churning within him.

He cannot change the suffering of life, including birth, aging, sickness, and death, but there are still some things that need to be done.

The young man's double pupils scanned the surroundings with a deep, unwavering gaze, and he quickly located his target.

As I strode forward, a courtyard came into view.

He stopped in his tracks and spoke:
"Zhang Yuanzhu has come to pay his respects and hopes to meet Brother Qi."

Disorganized footsteps echoed from the courtyard.

The door was pushed open, revealing a Taoist priest wearing a blue robe.

The Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand, his expression serious.

Bow and salute!
"Senior Brother Zhang, please come in!"

"Brother Qi, you're too kind. I was just asking about a few things and will be leaving soon, so I won't bother you any longer."

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was serene, his arm casually draped over a long ruler:
"The Han Hai lineage is proficient in water magic. I wonder if they have discovered any water vein formations around the city?"

Qi Heng was stunned. Could there still be water veins in this desolate desert of the Demon Land?
There are quite a few water veins on the ancient cliff mountain.

The Taoist recalled his various experiences after arriving in the Demon Land, as well as reports from his disciples and conversations with the elders.

After a cup of tea, the blue-robed Taoist priest finally spoke:
"There is an underground water vein five thousand miles east of the city. I wonder if it meets your requirements, fellow Daoist."

"The city is five thousand li to the east?"

"I see!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, turned and left without saying a word.

Qi Heng watched the young man's retreating figure, his brows furrowing slightly, as if the other man had something urgent to attend to.

Only after the young man had completely disappeared did the Taoist shake his head and return to the courtyard.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu left his post and headed towards the city wall where Wuliang Palace was located.

Passing by figures dressed in ancient Taoist robes and under pairs of puzzled gazes, we climbed the city wall.

He strode quickly toward the section of the city wall where the strongest aura was.

Tower! Tower! Tower!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed along the city wall, attracting the attention of more cultivators.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, the seventh member of Immortal Soldier Valley, what brings him here?"

"It's probably because of the war between humans and demons. I heard he was one of only two disciples besides our Wuliang Palace to participate in the battle." "He probably has something to discuss with the seniors and masters."

A commotion arose, but it quickly subsided.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the tall, slender red figure entered the barrier where the elder was located and disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu bypassed the concealment formation and looked up. He saw figures sitting upright in the sky, looking down.

Their gazes met in mid-air, and the space fell silent.

It was as if a series of divine mountains were pressing down, causing the young man's blood and energy to freeze and his magical power to stagnate.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm and took a step forward.

Boom!

The surge of qi and blood, like smoke from a wolf's beacon, broke through the flow of qi, spreading in all directions, fierce and invincible.

"Zhang Yuanzhu of Immortal Soldier Valley pays respects to all the True Immortals."

The young man clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Haha~"

Amidst a hoarse laugh, an old man wearing a feathered crown and a feathered robe stepped out into the air.

"Xianbing Valley has indeed produced some promising talents. Back then, Ye Jinxian was several levels below you."

"Please praise me, I am still too weak compared to Senior Sister Ye."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.

The old man in feathered robes stood with his hands behind his back, his Taoist robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes fixed on the young man.

"What brings you here? There are still more than twenty days until the battle against the demon race."

"I want a different condition for this battle!"

The young man spoke, his words as clean and decisive as if carved by an axe, without the slightest hesitation.

Boom boom boom~
A surge of energy erupted, as powerful as mountains and as vast as the sea, pressing down upon us.

A series of sharp shouts echoed through the sky, shaking the very fabric of space.

"Change the conditions, it makes no sense."

"Zhang Yuanzhu, who do you think you are, changing things at will?"

"Even without you, the prodigies of Wuliang Palace can still defeat their enemies."

Zhang Yuanzhu listened silently to the numerous complaints and roars, his face expressionless, awaiting the final answer.

The old man in feathered robes raised his hand, silencing the voices of the many immortals.

The old man's expression was cold as he looked at the young man and spoke slowly and deliberately:
What terms would you like to change?

"Of the six thunder techniques, I only need three. But after the battle between humans and demons, I want to leave with some of the severely injured disciples of the Scorching Sun lineage and return to the sect."

"All passes shall be opened to passage, and no one shall be obstructed."

As the words fell, the oppressive aura dissipated, and many real people stared at the young man strangely.

The old man in feathered robes narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered:

"If that's all, Wuliang Palace can certainly agree, but..."

The old man paused, his voice carrying a hint of etherealness:
"Immortal Valley may not want you to go back, and has never sent a message asking you to leave. It would be inappropriate for you to leave the campaign without authorization."

"You can recuperate here if you are seriously injured. Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

"If you agree, then there's no need to trouble yourself with the sect's affairs."

Zhang Yuanzhu's robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair flowed over his shoulders, and his double pupils remained calm and undisturbed.

The old man in the feathered robe had a glint in his eyes, and he reached out to smooth out the wrinkles in his robe:

"Can!"

"I agree to this matter. Within the territory of Wuliang Palace, there will be no hindrance."

Zhang Yuanzhu cupped his hands in greeting.

He turned and walked towards the outside of the formation.

For a moment, only the True Immortals of Wuliang Palace remained within the barrier.

"Hey, that's interesting. Recently, the secret agents of Immortal Soldier Valley haven't sent any messages to let the Scorching Sun Lineage return."

"It seems that this was Zhang Yuanzhu's own arrangement."

"The so-called escorting of the seriously wounded disciple back is probably just a pretext. What does he really want to do? Is he afraid of fighting on the front lines?"

Many real people speculated, and various thoughts flashed through their minds.

The old man in feathered robes shook his head in response to the speculations of the other immortals.

"He is a remarkable figure who has traversed thousands of miles of demonic lands. Although the war between humans and demons is fierce, it is not enough to make that junior fear him."

"Not to mention, after the ten battles between humans and demons, the most intense war will surely come to an end."

"Although I don't know what the other party's purpose is, I still did some things."

The old man in feathered robes stared with a dark look in the direction the young man had left.

After leaving the formation, Zhang Yuanzhu leaped off the city wall, transformed into lightning, and headed east.

He remained calm, having cleared his mind of all distractions.

Green mountains are everywhere under heaven, and one can be buried anywhere.

But if one can return to one's roots, be born in one's homeland, die in one's homeland, and be buried in one's homeland, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

He cannot fight against birth, aging, sickness, and death, but he can bring a dying elder home.

Immortal Soldier Valley is dissatisfied, Boundless Palace is plotting.
It's nothing!
In the blink of an eye, thunder roared across the five thousand miles of desert.

Finally, he stopped above an oasis and looked down.

The greenery is sparse, the vegetation is short, and the place lacks vitality.

Apart from the addition of a few touches of green, it is no different from other places in the Demon Land.

"There is indeed an underground river five hundred feet underground."

"However, whether or not a formation can be set up still requires careful observation."

Zhang Yuanzhu's figure fell and disappeared into the earth.

Soon, they came to a stop in front of an underground river.

The river water was murky, the waves were churning, and the air was filled with moisture.

He walked around the river, observing every piece of land.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
Half an hour!!!

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face; this place was a good place to set up a lightning-attracting formation.

The place for tempering the five internal organs, especially the kidneys, has been found.

Having made his decision, the young man no longer hesitated and began to bury the array plate, arrange the array flags, and inscribe the array patterns.

This time, he set up a nine-sided array to protect himself and attract water mines.

This place is too close to the tenth level and the demon race. As soon as the water mines appear, it will almost certainly be detected.

Therefore, even if it means exhausting all the materials on your body used for array formations, you must ensure that nothing goes wrong.

The next day, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the underground river, gazing at the rocks above him.

"let's start!"

A whisper.

roar~
The thunder dragon appeared out of thin air, roaring towards the sky.

The blinding lightning illuminated every corner of the underground.

The next moment, the dragon's body rapidly expanded, reaching a thousand feet in the blink of an eye, and soared into the sky.

Boom!

The rocks and soil overhead, along with the entire oasis, were instantly buried, turning into a huge crater.

Sunlight streamed through the giant pit and shone onto the river.

The young man sat cross-legged, looking up at the sun, his face bathed in golden light, giving him a divine air.

"cloud!"

Dark clouds appeared, and the sun disappeared.

Crackling~
Lightning bursts forth, moving and twisting through the clouds.

Then, it crashed down with a deafening roar.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained still, using the body-refining technique to draw water and thunder to his kidneys for tempering.

At the same time, the liver, heart, spleen, and lungs trembled, unleashing four-colored lightning that circulated endlessly, accelerating the tempering of the kidneys.

Thunderbolts struck one after another, accompanied by continuous booming sounds.

One day like this!
This has been going on for three days straight!
The same thing happened for five days!
One by one, creatures were drawn to the formation and began to explore its surroundings.

(End of this chapter)