Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 326 Immortals and Gods Within the Southern Heavenly Gate (4000 words)

Thunder magic cultivation involves refining the body and tempering the blood to enhance magical power; this is the cultivation plan for the journey back.

This is also the path that Zhang Yuanzhu believes can quickly enhance one's strength.

As for the cultivation of spiritual awareness, since you have just broken through, you can slow down your pace.

Lost in thought, the young man raised his left arm and opened his palm.

With a thought, a purple portal appeared in his palm, small and vast.

In the other palm, the playful thunder dragon suddenly fell silent as the portal appeared.

Then, a series of dragon roars were emitted.

One after another, lightning dragons flew out from the palm and converged on the portal.

The gateposts and beams are adorned with dragons of lightning, twisting and turning, majestic and domineering.

Everything was so natural.

The two thunder techniques were combined into one in the young man's hands.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at the door in his palm, sensing its vast and boundless aura, like that of an immortal.

A smile played on his lips, a look of joy on his face.

This is the art of killing he intends to create, a technique for protecting the Dao, and also his ambition to seek the Dao.

The common people live in front of the gate, while the immortals live behind it.

Encompassing his spirit in suppressing all enemies, and his heart that ascends to the Great Way.

Zhang Yuanzhu observed the portal in his palm, sensing every slight change.

After an unknown amount of time, the five fingers suddenly clenched together, the gate dissipated, and turned into streaks of lightning.

"Before the gate dwell all living beings; behind the gate reside immortals and gods. This gate is the Gate of Heaven, and this technique is called..."

The young man's eyes were bright, as brilliant as a galaxy:

"Nantianmen!"

The art of killing and warfare is called the Southern Heavenly Gate; the next step is to continue refining this art.

Boom~
On the yellow jade boat, a great radiance burst forth.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, sensing the flow of the five thunderbolts within his five internal organs and experiencing the changes in every strand of thunder.

A thunderous roar erupted from his chest, and five-colored lightning emerged from his body, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.

He focused all his efforts on comprehending the Five-Colored Thunder Technique until the sun set and night fell, at which point he ended his thunder magic practice.

He then took out the meteorite core and placed it in his abdomen, beginning to absorb lightning to enhance his magical power.

As night falls, the body's energy and blood swell, accelerating the tempering of the blood.

Day after day, month after month, he remained immersed in spiritual practice.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu piloted the flying boat eastward without any further trouble, successfully entering the territory of the Xuanqing Temple.

At this moment, the young man stood at the bow of the ship, his body tall and slender, his skin radiant and glowing, and his black hair casually draped over his shoulders.

Strands of purple blood energy swirled around him, intensely hot and domineering, distorting the very air around him.

The young man closed his eyes and looked inward at his surroundings.

Five-colored lightning flowed between his internal organs, and his bones seemed to be flawless purple-gold spirit iron inlaid in his flesh. His once crimson blood turned purple, carrying a domineering and noble quality as it flowed throughout his body.

This is the result of two months of body tempering; the essence blood of the seven thunder beasts has been fully tempered.

As for his cultivation level, he made several significant strides on the path to the third level of Foundation Establishment, benefiting greatly from the experience.

"We are still missing the last two types of Thunder Beast essence blood."

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long, white ruler, opened his eyes, and looked ahead.

As the endless mountain range came into view, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

The Yinming Mountains were where he once fought alongside the Qian Kingdom, only to suffer a crushing defeat.

Finally, carrying Biki, they fled for tens of thousands of miles in a sorry state before they managed to survive.

Just as he was reminiscing, streaks of rainbow light flew out from the Yinming Mountains and blocked Huang Yuzhou's path.

"Xuanqing Temple Wutian greets Fellow Daoist Xianbing Valley."

The rainbow light that led the way dissipated, revealing an old man dressed in an ancient Taoist robe. His face was full of wrinkles, his hair was gray, and he exuded an aura of decay.

Behind the old man were a dozen or so cultivators at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he looked down at the old Taoist priest and slowly spoke:
"What's the matter?"

Why did the Xuanqing Temple send a dying Foundation Establishment cultivator and dozens of Qi Refining cultivators?
"Master Xuanqing heard that you have returned from the border and are passing through this place, and wishes to invite you to have a chat."

The old man had a gentle face and was extremely polite.

Behind the old Taoist priest, many Qi Refining cultivators also displayed extremely respectful postures.

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the long ruler with his five fingers, his expression indifferent, and shook his head.

"I appreciate your kindness, and I will visit you again if I have the opportunity in the future."

As the words drifted on the air, the jade flying boat moved forward again, preparing to depart.

The old Taoist priest, his face still gentle, stood in front of the jade boat:
"Please, fellow Daoist, come with me to meet True Man Xuanqing."

The young man's eyes were cold, and he leaned slightly forward—a very simple movement.

Huhuhu~
The entire sky was filled with tens of millions of tons of air, which boiled and roared, and a vast surge of energy burst forth, spreading across the mountains and rivers.

It was as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were overturning; its power was absolute.

One by one, the Qi Refining cultivators coughed up blood and fell to the ground like birds.

Even the old Taoist priest at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment was pale and trembling.

The old Taoist priest had a complex expression, but as he looked at the imposing figure, a sense of relief appeared on his face.

“A person like you should not live in this world, much less in Xianbing Valley.”

Before the words had even finished, the old Taoist's mind trembled, and his magical power surged.

Then, it shatters the heart, tears the flesh apart, and pierces the spirit.

In less than a breath, the old Taoist priest in front of Huang Yuzhou died, his life force extinguished.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly.

Suicide?

They want
The young man's expression turned solemn, and his eyes grew increasingly cold and sharp, as if he understood Xuanqing Temple's plan.

With a single palm strike, a torrent of purple blood poured down, crushing more than a dozen Qi Refining cultivators to death.

With a powerful push from his feet, he shot forward.

He quickly approached Huo Lao and Da Huang, spread his arms, placed one hand on the dog's head and the other on Huo Lao's shoulder.

In less than a breath, all the measures had been completed.

"You're too slow!"

It seemed to be mocking, or perhaps even sarcastic.

buzz~
A faint whistling sound emanated from the ends of the earth, spreading at an extremely rapid speed.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling blade of light, reaching the heavens and tearing through the sky, cleaved through the mountains and ripped through the air, slashing towards the jade boat.

Just like back then, just like then, the blade that once annihilated the Qian Kingdom, its millennia-old essence now gone to nothing.

On the same territory, he slashed out again.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and sharp. A small, dark halberd shot out from his storage bag, with array patterns appearing on its body, squeezing out all the potential of a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

These were his spoils of war after killing his enemies at the border; now he was ready to attack and defend.

A thought came to my mind.

The dark halberd shot out, leaving ripples in the sky.

A deafening sonic boom, accompanied by a long howl in the air, shook the heavens and the earth.

Violent and ferocious.

At the same time, the Xuan Kong Platforms in his arms shattered one by one, bursting forth with runes and patterns that spread out and enveloped the two people and the dog.

"Squeezing out potential, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, heh!"

A soft laugh rang out, accompanied by the flash of a blade.

Paji~
Like a bubble, the dark halberd shattered instantly, turning into powder that drifted down.

The dazzling blade, its momentum undiminished, crashed down upon the flying boat.

Boom! BOOM!!
The jade boat shattered instantly, and the blade flashed across the sky, leaving a trail of blade marks stretching for hundreds of miles on the earth.

The earth shook, and dust rose everywhere.

A figure clad in a blue Taoist robe and wearing a wooden mask appeared where the yellow jade boat had shattered.

He stared at the specks of purple blood and the tattered red cloth in the air. "He's injured!"

He stretched out his palm and gently beckoned, and purple blood and crimson rags drifted down into his hand.

In the instant before the blood was about to drip.

boom!
Blood boiled, the tattered cloth twisted, and in an instant, it transformed into a blood-red blade, slashing backward toward the head.

This sword is made with blood as its medium, based on the art of Blood Mud Platform, and its blade is made from a Buddhist robe forged using the "Mahayana Robe Crossing" technique.

Extremely fast!

Extremely dangerous!!
Extremely accurate!!!

It instantly pressed against Xuanqing Zhenren's face.

Snap~ Bang~
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the blood-stained blade was extinguished.

Master Xuanqing raised his hand and stroked the crack on the mask, a slight ripple appearing in his usually indifferent eyes.

"The demonic path, Buddhism, and the intent of the sword—a decent strike."

A real hand landed, sensing the chaotic spatial fluctuations, and whispered:

"But the mountains and rivers stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, where can you run to?"

He paused, then formed a hand seal with his five fingers.

A peaceful voice echoed from the Yinming Mountains, resounding from the stone statues in the cities within the Xuanqing Temple's territory.

"Zhang Yuanzhu of Immortal Soldier Valley is tyrannical and has wantonly slaughtered disciples of Wuliang Palace. He is suspected of being a demon."

"Any disciple or elder of the Boundless Palace who encounters this may be killed on the spot."

Towns and temples stood in rows, and cultivators with extraordinary auras rose up, exuding a chilling killing intent.

At the same time, all the passes and checkpoints along the border of the Yan Kingdom were sealed off.

Meanwhile, the neighboring Qian Kingdom (though its royal family was destroyed, the kingdom still existed) directly suppressed all the unusual activities of the Yan Kingdom.

Everything seemed so natural, so smooth.

the other side.

Hundreds of miles away from the Yinming Mountains, countless dark cracks appeared out of thin air, and two people and a dog fell out.

Before even landing, Zhang Yuanzhu immediately put Dahuang into his demon pet bag.

At this moment, he was dressed in tattered red robes, and a long, narrow knife wound appeared on his chest, with blood flowing down and wisps of knife energy entwining the wound.

A thought.

His blood and qi surged forth, obliterating the sword's aura, and his injuries healed instantly.

At the same time, the Xuan Kong Platform inside the storage bag shattered again, emitting a dazzling light, and array patterns and runes rose and spread out.

The young man tilted his head slightly, looking at the old man beside him, as if sensing the other's worry.

A smile played on his lips as he whispered:

"Old Huo, there's no need to worry. It's just an ambush. I've seen too many things like this."

"They can't kill me!"

As the words drifted away, the two figures, one young and one old, vanished into the sky once more.

After the two disappeared for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a figure dressed in green and wearing a wooden half-mask appeared, surveyed the surroundings, and then vanished.

Zhang Yuanzhu, along with Huo Lao, continuously used the Xuan Kong Platform, jumping again and again, until the Jade Platform's reserves were depleted by ninety percent before he stopped.

At this moment, the two were in a jungle, with ancient trees towering high, and the roars of beasts could be heard from time to time.

Zhang Yuanzhu scanned his surroundings, observing every detail and discerning the location.

A moment later, he led Huo Lao eastward.

"Senior, please follow along. Leave the rest to me."

Old Huo, with his white hair and gentle expression, followed the young man forward without saying a word.

The two concealed their presence and sped eastward.

The further they went, the more cultivators they sensed.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was icy cold as he abruptly stopped.

"get out!"

With a loud shout, he immediately activated the Golden Crow's Cry Technique.

Boom~
Mountains exploded, the earth was torn apart, and swathes of trees turned to dust.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, cultivators, without even uttering a wail, had already turned into blood and bones.

Only two figures with extraordinary auras flew out from the dust and retreated frantically.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were icy cold. He took a step forward, and his surging blood and qi transformed into a pillar of light that pierced through the sky and stained the heavens.

With one arm raised, the mountains and rivers for dozens of miles trembled.

The surging blood and qi, like a vast ocean, filled the sky and blocked all paths.

The two cultivators, dressed in ancient Taoist robes, were filled with horror.

Above and below the heavens, in all the wilderness, there is nothing but blood and qi, nothing else.

Such a physical body is what a Foundation Establishment Level 3 cultivator can achieve.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was fierce; he spread his five fingers and pressed down suddenly.

dead!
The surging blood energy poured down, washing over the mountains and rivers, and drowning the enemy.

In an instant, the two powerful cultivators at the sixth and fifth levels of Foundation Establishment perished completely, with no chance of survival.

The young man stood on the ground, gazing at the lifeless cultivators of the Boundless Palace, and only then did the pent-up frustration in his heart begin to dissipate.

With a wave of his hand, two storage bags floated over from a distance.

Grasp it firmly, tap it lightly with your five fingers, and lines will appear to seal it.

At this moment, Elder Huo stared at his disciple in shock, feeling a sense of unreality.

It has become so powerful.

The old man knew that Yuan Zhu was exceptionally talented, had amazing abilities, and was incredibly powerful in combat, but he had never seen him truly make a move.

With a single blow, cultivators at the two higher realms didn't even have the chance to escape; they died instantly.

Such a prodigy, such a hero, must never be allowed to live.
Die here!

Huo Lao's eyes were resolute.

"Let's go, senior."

"It seems we need to change direction."

The peaceful laughter brought the old man back to his senses.

Crimson robes billowed, black hair flowing over his shoulders, his tall figure strode forward, effortlessly changing direction.

Sometimes they went east, sometimes they turned west, and sometimes they even went south. They even released a few refining corpses out, concealed by formations and dripping with blood.
The various ways Huo Lao dealt with the pursuit left him dumbfounded.

At this moment, the old man suddenly felt that they might actually be able to escape Xuanqing Zhenren's pursuit.

Zhang Yuanzhu sped through the mountains, unaware of the old man's thoughts behind him, and instead probed his spiritual sense into the storage bag he had collected.

Check if there are any unexpected gains.

Spirit ore, spirit medicine, spirit stones, and all sorts of miscellaneous items were all useless to him.

"Hey, this is..."

The young man's face lit up with joy as he noticed a demon corpse placed in the corner.

The demon corpse was a white bear with a huge body, and streaks of lightning flashed on its fur from time to time.

"A thunder beast at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment!"

It should be noted that all the essence blood of the thunder beasts in his body had been tempered, and his body refining technique was at a standstill.

Now the blood can be tempered again.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not immediately extract the essence blood of the thunder beast. Instead, he continued to check the storage bag and, after confirming that nothing was missing, took out the white bear carcass.

Holding the demon corpse in one hand, crimson-gold light flowed between his five fingers, and raging flames rose up, climbing downwards and covering the corpse.

In an instant, fur burned, bones dissolved, and pure blood was rapidly extracted.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the polar bear's carcass had vanished, leaving only a clump of white blood in its paw.

Blood boiled, crackling with wisps of lightning, and the faint roars of demonic beasts could be heard.

The young man remained expressionless, raised his hand, and swallowed it whole.

Crushing the remnants of the soul, dispelling the resentment, and tempering the blood—everything was extremely familiar and went very smoothly.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanzhu and Huo Lao were also rapidly approaching the initial border of the Yan Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)