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Chapter 353 Golden Core, Pursuit, Destruction of the Xuanqing Temple (6K)

The veil of the Golden Core Realm was slowly lifted before Zhang Yuanzhu.

The Golden Elixir is gold, immortality, and also the Dao. The Dao combines with the Three Treasures to transform into the Golden Elixir.

He lived to be eight hundred years old, inheriting the rise and fall of the Taoist tradition, becoming a True Lord of Taoism and an Arhat of Buddhism, not human, but close to an immortal.

To achieve success, one needs great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity.

Our lineage has those with extraordinary talent who can take the Sun Stone, place it in their dantian, and attain the Golden Elixir Great Dao.
The more Zhang Yuanzhu observed, the more his brows furrowed. The golden paper explained the breakthrough methods of three Golden Core True Monarchs over thousands of years in the Tai Ri Dao lineage.

They all seek shortcuts to the Dao, relying on external forces to break through. Once the Dao object merges with the Golden Elixir, there is no possibility of climbing any further.

Putting aside the fact that even after thousands of years of searching, the Tai Ri Dao lineage has only managed to find a few of these near-perfect items.

That is to say, he cannot accept that after breaking through through a shortcut, there is no further way to climb higher.

No wonder the five major Daoist lineages didn't object to giving him the Golden Elixir Scripture, because it was practically useless.

"So this is the heretical path, this is how one fails to attain the true Dharma!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils are deep and mysterious.

If I'm not mistaken, the so-called Golden Elixir Method should involve normally comprehending the Great Dao and then breaking through, without any hidden dangers.

At this moment, he understood Ye Jinxian's choice to fake her death to escape the Immortal Soldier Valley and join the Puppet Sect.

However, this is not his path.

The young man grinned, a fierce killing intent surging in his chest.

Why go through all that trouble? Just take it.

With a flick of his wrist, the golden paper in his palm scattered.

He turned his gaze to the storage bag, first taking the storage bag he had obtained after killing the ninth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator in his palm, and then probing into it with his spiritual sense.

Spirit stones, pills, and medicinal herbs—all sorts of items floated into my mind.

His gaze finally settled on a long spear.

The spear was entirely purple, crystal clear, and flawless, like glass.

"A spear imbued with thunder!"

As Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the power contained within the spear, a smile appeared on his face.

With a light tap of his five fingers on the storage bag, a stream of light flew out and transformed into a spear that hovered in front of him.

He reached out with his free hand, grabbed it, and pulled it in front of him for a closer look.

Whispering in my heart:
'Take control!'

The purple spear vanished in the next moment.

Deep within the soul, the Seven Treasures Tree trembled slightly, and the mirror formed by the intertwining of red, blue, and purple divine light underwent a slight change.

Mastery: [Level 2] Purple Lightning Spear (Trait: Thunderclap)

"Thunder?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and his outstretched palm changed, with wisps of lightning appearing.

These bolts of lightning flowed like liquid between my fingers and palms.

The young man probed with his spiritual sense and sensed the energy contained within, which was more violent and majestic than before.

"【Characteristic】Thunderclap, increases the power of thunder, not bad at all."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently tapped his forehead.

In this way, his combat strength will be further enhanced.

Moreover, the Purple Lightning Spear is a mid-grade spiritual weapon, capable of unleashing its full power.

Afterward, he searched through all the items in the storage bag again, and after confirming that there were no spiritual items of great value, he turned his attention to another storage bag.

Unlike ordinary storage bags, this bag, suspended in mid-air, is inlaid with gold patterns, giving it an antique and noble appearance.

This is the spoils he seized from the remains after killing the one-armed master.

With a wave of his hand, the storage bag floated down into his palm.

The spiritual sense probed in and began the search.

As time passed, Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. His storage bag was in a mess, with only a few high-grade spirit stones left. A large number of spirit stones and pills had turned into fragments and ashes.

Clearly, it was the final moment of the battle, and the One-Armed Immortal shattered all the spiritual objects.

"Pity!"

The young man whispered, searching carefully among the debris, looking for something that couldn't be destroyed.

After a cup of tea, Zhang Yuanzhu's brows relaxed, and he opened his palm, revealing two strange stones the size of eggs.

It is entirely golden, with wisps of golden flame swirling around it, containing considerable energy.

A stone with interwoven silver and purple hues, its body resembling a honeycomb, revealing countless tiny holes.

A breeze blew.

Boom~boom~
The hole trembled slightly, emitting a thunderous sound that shook the heavens and dispelled evil spirits.

"The Mingxiao Mystic Stone can actually be found here."

Zhang Yuanzhu examined the stones closely, noting the interplay of silver and purple.

This is a rare and wondrous stone; its sound can dispel evil and its tone can shake demons.

He had seen it in ancient books of the Azure Thunder Dharma Lineage, but he never expected to find it in the Tai Ri Dao Lineage.

As for the golden-yellow, burning flame ore, it should be a fire-attribute gemstone.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand and put away both strange stones.

Then, looking at the stone box floating in mid-air, he flicked his fingertips.

Click!

The stone box opened, revealing a dazzling light, with countless runes flowing within.

This is an extremely special restriction; the slightest mistake will cause the radiance to destroy the jade book encased within.

Zhang Yuanzhu unleashed his 'Insightful Eye Technique' as he carefully observed and analyzed the runes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The young man remained still, observing quietly, and even took out a blank jade slip to write down the special runes and patterns.

Instead of rushing to break the restrictions, he continued to absorb the techniques within them.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu finally put the jade slip in his palm aside, raised his arms, and cast a series of spells.

In an instant, rays of light drifted out from the ball of light and dissipated.

The pace was relatively slow, but extremely determined.

A day has passed!
Three days have passed!!
Five days have passed!!!

Before the young man, only a jade book floated, exuding a mysterious aura.

He reached forward, his five fingers lightly grasping the jade book, pulled it to his side, and opened it.

"Kun Yuan Zhen Yue Gong"!
"Earth-attribute cultivation method?"

Zhang Yuanzhu was somewhat surprised.

He had initially thought it was a fire-attribute cultivation method, but now it seems to be an earth-attribute method.

It's quite interesting that the Tai Ri Dao lineage, which is proficient in fire magic and possesses an earth-attribute technique, is so cautious in protecting itself.

As I pondered, I turned the pages of the jade book, and line after line of writing entered my heart.

Kun is the source, Yuan is the foundation; cultivate an unyielding will like mountains and forge a body that is indestructible by all laws.
Zhang Yuanzhu was immersed in the cultivation method. About an incense stick's time passed before he closed the jade book and put it in his bosom.

Call ~
Exhale softly.

"The concept behind its techniques is not bad!"

The young man whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

This is a cultivation technique that can be practiced to the peak of the Qi Condensation stage. It also contains corresponding secret techniques, is completely inherited, and is extremely precious.

However, he can only read and understand the cultivation methods for the Condensing Fiend Realm at present; it is not yet time for him to practice them.

After Zhang Yuanzhu finished dealing with the spoils, he raised his head, and a blue figure appeared at the edge of the world.

As the warship moved forward, jungles, mountains, and rivers gradually came into view.

He left the Valley of Immortal Soldiers.

At this moment, the fragment of the Daoist artifact that had been flickering in his arms completely calmed down and stopped flickering.

The young man stood up, a drop of blood appearing in his palm.

Deep within the soul, the [characteristics] burst forth.

In an instant, a strange feeling welled up in my heart, and I turned my body slightly to look westward.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a smile:

"Escape west to Wuliang Palace?"

Thirteen days later.

On the border between Qian and Yan, a crimson figure stood on a treetop, gazing at the territory of Yan with a deep and unfathomable look in his eyes.

For nearly half a month, he had traveled all the way from outside the Immortal Soldier Valley, and in his perception using the [Characteristic] tracking ability, the faint aura had remained unchanged.

"What are you hesitating about? I'm curious."

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

The figure flashed by and disappeared.

the other side.

In the Yan Kingdom, 30,000 miles away from the Xuanqing Temple, in a secluded valley, a burly figure sat upright on a rock.

Jin Deyi was dressed in a golden robe and wore a golden mask. His eyes were filled with hatred and also with inner turmoil.

If he were to travel alone to Wuliang Palace, would the promise made by the other party still stand?

Build a temple and become the supreme ruler of the region!
No, there is no need to build a temple. It is enough to rebuild the Tai Ri Temple under the protection of the Boundless Palace.

However, Wuliang Palace is truly willing to sacrifice its own interests to satisfy the Tai Ri Dao lineage, rather than choosing to abandon its allies after achieving its goals.

It is precisely because there are so many uncertainties, and even a vague answer in one's heart.

Jin Deyi lingered here for more than ten days, unable to move forward or backward.

Call ~
"Let's heal the injuries left by the Refining Weapon Dao Vein first, and then head to the Boundless Palace."

Jin Deyi suppressed his emotions, which transformed into determination.

The Tai Ri Daoist tradition has been passed down for thousands of years and must not be allowed to perish in his hands.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp footsteps came from outside the valley, without any attempt to conceal them.

Jin Deyi suddenly stood up and looked at the only entrance to the valley.

It was a tall, slender figure, carrying a long, gleaming white ruler, walking slowly towards them.

Every move it made blended with heaven and earth, its majestic power resembling that of a deity.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!!!"

Jin Deyi uttered each word carefully, his murderous intent so intense that even the world's water could not wash it away.

The person before us is the cause of the destruction of the orthodox tradition.

If the entire Zhuoyang lineage had obediently died, there would have been no subsequent events.

"How dare you show your face in front of me? Who gave you the confidence?"

Jin Deyi roared and launched a powerful attack.

Golden flames surged forth, transforming into a mighty river that surged forward.

The valley melted instantly, turning into lava dripping to the ground, distorting space and revealing tiny cracks.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, raising his hand to reveal a talisman at his fingertips. (Returning from the border, he slew the Netherworld Dharma Lineage Lord and obtained the Qi-Condensing Talisman)
The talisman was pitch black, swirling with wisps of black mist, and faintly emitted wails and shrill laughter.

Magical power surged, and the talismans burned.

Hehe~ Waaah~
Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, wisps of black mist rose, and demonic figures appeared and disappeared within the mist.

A profound demonic aura permeated the heavens and the earth, which even the golden flames could not eradicate.

The young man took a step forward, flicked his fingertips, and the talisman floated out, merging into the black mist.

Boom!

The demonic mist churned, growing ever darker, until it finally transformed into a gigantic claw that blotted out the sky and slammed down.

The golden river was swallowed up inch by inch, and the earth was covered with a layer of frost.

"You think you can kill me with just a single Demon-Sealing Talisman!"

Jin Deyi roared to the sky, his palms shifting as he unleashed a series of spells.

In an instant, golden flames were generated, blazing and dazzling, constantly changing and condensing, transforming into a giant hand.
Slap it towards the sky!

In less than a breath, two attacks, one black and one gold, crossed the sky and collided.

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!
Amidst a deafening roar, the two giant hands collided violently, sending black mist and golden flames flying.

In the end, they were both annihilated.

Wow ~
Jin Deyi coughed up blood and his body swayed.

The injuries sustained in the battle with Tai Ri Shen Yue had not yet fully healed, and this attack only aggravated them further.

Zhang Yuanzhu kept moving forward without changing his pace.

The Five Thunder Pearls rose from his waist, hovered above his head, and dropped bolts of lightning.

The outstretched palm opens, and five colors of lightning—red, yellow, gold, cyan, and blue—rise at the fingertips, rotating and endlessly regenerating.

hum~
The Five Thunder Pearls trembled, and the falling lightning merged with the fingertips, becoming indistinguishable.

Take a step forward and press your palm forward.

Crackling!

Five-colored lightning pillars appeared, surging forward, displaying the majestic power of heaven.

The man in the golden robe had a cold look in his eyes. He steadied himself and desperately channeled his magical power, generating layers of golden flames that surged forward. In an instant, the golden flames collided with the five-colored lightning, annihilating each other.

"Kill!"

The man in the golden robe roared, his magical power surging wildly, but he was still unable to break through the lightning.

In the end, all we could do was try our best to keep going.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped for the first time, his double pupils deep-set, and whispered:
"Your injuries are severe, yet you are not going to Wuliang Palace. Are you afraid?"

It seemed like a question, but it carried an air of certainty.

"It is fitting that those who plot and scheme die because of their scheming and plotting."

Raise your palm and grasp the Five Thunder Pearls above your head, then raise your palm upwards.

The thunder pearl fell into the Five-Colored Thunder Court.

boom!
In an instant, five-colored lightning surged forth, like an ancient beam spanning heaven and earth, shattering the golden flames and engulfing the man in the golden robe.

"Beggar, you can't kill me."

A hoarse roar echoed from the thunder, and a golden figure struggled frantically.

Blood flowed, the golden robe was torn, and the mask shattered, yet it also forcefully dispersed the thunder.

Jin Deyi held the five-colored thunder pearl in one hand and supported himself on the glass-like rock with the other, panting heavily.

His eyes were fixed on the figure standing on the ground, whose red robes were fluttering and whose aura was as steady as ever.

He seemed to be in dire straits!

"You filthy beggar, back when you were under the Tai Ri Shen Yue, you should have been fearless and used your full strength to crush you."

Zhang Yuanzhu ignored the voice coming from beside him, slowly raised his arms, and clenched his fists together.

"The next blow will send you to your death."

"If you encounter fellow disciples on the road to the underworld, tell them it is Zhang Yuanzhu of Zhuoyang."

With each step, his figure seemed to rise infinitely, pushing aside hundreds of miles of air and stirring up tens of millions of tons of dust.

Strands of lightning erupted from his body, blotting out the sky and filling the heavens.

"We will exhaust all our strength to eradicate the remaining remnants of the Tai Ri Dao lineage."

Boom!

Purple lightning erupted, crisscrossing and intertwining, seemingly imbued with boundless Daoist principles, before transforming into a towering, supremely sacred bolt of lightning.
A magnificent gate that seems to have stood since ancient times, eternal and unchanging.

Five-colored lightning bolts clung to the gate, nine dragons coiled around the gateposts, and three ancient characters were inscribed on the gate plaque, shining brightly.

A vast, boundless, and magnificent aura rose up.

With the unparalleled ambition to revolutionize the world and recreate it.

Before the gate dwell the common people, behind the gate dwell the immortals, and also Zhang Yuanzhu!

Jin Deyi stared blankly at the sky, at the sacred gate, and at the ethereal figure behind it.

The hatred in his heart vanished like bubbles at that moment, and with a sense of relief, his mouth opened:

"Zhang Yuanzhu, what a fine one."

Boom!

The door trembled slightly, then crushed down.

bang~
Flesh and blood turned to ash, vanishing into nothingness.

A true man has fallen just like that.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his arms, letting them hang naturally at his waist, and the gate to the Azure Sky disappeared from sight.

He looked ahead, gazing at the five-colored thunder pearl amidst the ruins.

In the blink of an eye.

The thunderbolt fell back down.

He looked at the several cracks on the bead, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

This mid-grade spiritual artifact is completely destroyed and beyond repair.

The young man casually put away the Five Thunder Pearls, but instead of leaving, he turned his gaze toward the location of the Xuanqing Temple.

"Thirty thousand li is not too far."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered.

The next moment, he pushed off with his feet and sprinted towards the temple.

He holds grudges very well, and if given the chance, he won't let any of his enemies get away with it.

Mountains, rivers, towns, and cities constantly flashed by in the field of vision.

The young man rapidly approaches the temple.

In just three hours, a sacred land came into view.

The vegetation is lush and green, the spiritual energy turns into mist, and all sorts of rare and exotic beasts leap and frolic in the jungle.

Ordinary people walked among them, kneeling and bowing with each step, their devotion sincere and earnest.

At the edge of the sky, temples stretching for thousands of miles sit amidst the sacred mist, holy and majestic.

"The Xuanqing Temple!"

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward and stepped into the sacred land.

A series of purple halos emerged from his body, hovering above and below, making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

Seeing this, mortals and spirit beasts alike made way for the young man and bowed down.

The Boundless Protection Technique is a fundamental spell of the Boundless Palace, and those under the jurisdiction of the Xuanqing Temple are naturally familiar with it.

Zhang Yuanzhu continued forward, crossing jungles and mountains, getting closer and closer to the majestic temple.

"May I ask which temple this senior brother comes from?" A respectful voice came from ahead.

A middle-aged man with an ancient Taoist robe and a simple, honest face walked out of the temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, a hint of amusement appearing on his face beneath the halo.

The next moment, a halo expanded, then condensed and deformed, transforming into a purple spear.

He raised his arm and flicked his fingertips.

Boom!

The spear swept across the sky, carrying a piercing sonic boom, as it charged forward.

Stab it!

The light spear pierced through his chest, tearing the Taoist's body to pieces.

Blood mixed with white bones stained the earth red.

"The Xuanqing Temple, having lost its country in battle, was ordered by the Thousand Calamities Temple to destroy its lineage and its temple."

A cold voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The youth strode forward, and divine halos bloomed, their radiance transforming into sharp swords that shot out.

boom! boom! boom!
The earth was torn apart, vegetation turned to ash, and cultivators turned to blood.

It was extremely tragic.

"Our sect would never treat us like this. Who exactly are you?"

A cultivator let out a long roar that shook the heavens, and rolling divine light surged downwards like a tidal wave.

But as the spear flashed through the air, he was nailed to the temple and killed.

Zhang Yuanzhu pressed forward, leaving piles of blood and flesh in his wake, with cultivators falling one after another at his feet.

At this moment, the Xuanqing Temple was powerless to resist, and the cultivators could only retreat continuously, roaring and howling in anger.

It contains resentment and despair.

The figure before me, shrouded in divine halo, was far too powerful; the two remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators of the lineage were easily killed.

"Fellow disciples, the Daoist lineage is behind us, there is no turning back, follow me and kill!"

"Whether it's a sect or an enemy, if they want to destroy my lineage, I'll make sure they die and I spill my blood on them."

"Boundless Heaven, Boundless Earth, Boundless Way, Boundless Light, My Way is Boundless!"

They either risked their lives to fight or recited scriptures.

Divine light shone brightly, and the figure went mad.

Unfortunately, it's useless!
Zhang Yuanzhu walked slowly, his eyes remaining cold.

"A mayfly trying to shake a giant tree—how utterly presumptuous of it!"

He raised his palm and pressed it towards the sea of ​​light.

Boom!

The sea of ​​light and the figures vanished without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a narrow ravine that stretches for dozens of miles, leading directly to the temple gate.

Tower! Tower! Tower!
With light, quick steps, they entered the temple, and no one could stop them.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked around.

The temple was vast and blue, with unknown spiritual minerals covering the ground, and a tall statue standing in the deepest part.

Wisps of mist swirled around the statue, and the faint sounds of prayers from living beings could be heard.

tower!
The young man stopped in front of the statue, gazing at the familiar face on it, a smile spreading across his face.

"The statue of the previous Xuanqing Zhenren?"

"Unfortunately, I have already entered the cycle of reincarnation."

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the faith contained within the statue, and extended his palm with his fingers slightly bent.

bang~
The entire statue was trembling, and streams of faith and incense were overflowing and converging towards the palm.

Gradually, a snow-white bead appeared in the palm of his hand, crystal clear, echoing the kneeling and prayers of all spirits.

"Is the lack of faith due to the excessive consumption from the successive battles?"

Zhang Yuanzhu deduced that by clenching his five fingers together, he had collected the beads.

He spoke again:
"Although these beliefs are few, they should still be of some help to the dragon's energy."

The double pupils stared directly at the statue without moving.

In the next instant, dark light burst forth from his eyes, like a demonic sword, instantly tearing the statue apart.

Stone chips flew, and two glittering lights fell from the dust.

A rich medicinal aroma wafted through the air, filling the space.

Just one whiff of it made one feel one's blood and flesh boil, one's magical power surge, and one's spirit become much more active.

These are undoubtedly two precious medicinal herbs.

A look of surprise appeared in the young man's eyes.

He hadn't found the precious medicine; he had only destroyed the statue because it was in his way.

“An unexpected gain!”

A thought came to my mind.

Two orbs of light floated down in front of him.

In an instant, a rich essence of life filled the area within three feet of him, almost turning into mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were sharp as he carefully examined the precious medicine.

They were two transparent fruits, from which you could clearly see the texture of the flesh and hear the sound of devout worship.

A knowing glint flashed in the young man's eyes.

This is a precious elixir refined with the power of faith; no wonder there is so little faith depicted in the statue.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the two precious pills.

Immediately, they began a rapid search within the Xuanqing Temple.

Slay the hidden cultivators and loot their treasures.

Time passed, about an incense stick later.

Zhang Yuanzhu had just emerged from the Xuanqing Temple and stood at the gate, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. There weren't many treasures, and he had killed a bunch of the hidden cultivators.

However, the Xuanqing Temple was effectively destroyed after that.

He raised his head, gazing indifferently at the shattered landscape and the fleeing mortals.

He turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on the location of the Thousand Tribulations Temple.

In the blink of an eye, his aura surged, enveloping him, and he transformed into a rainbow and vanished.

In the sight of countless living beings, they headed towards the Temple of a Thousand Calamities.

After traveling thousands of miles, he affixed the Golden Sky Talisman to his chest to conceal his aura before landing on the ground.

He turned and ran towards the direction of Qian Kingdom.

The muscles, skin, and internal organs of his body vibrated, unleashing a surge of immense power that boosted his speed, causing it to continuously increase.

A cup of tea!

One hour!

Ten hours!!!

Zhang Yuanzhu traveled tirelessly for almost a day and a night before finally leaving the Yan Kingdom and entering the Qian Kingdom.

Shedding its halo, it transformed into lightning and headed towards the Ming Dynasty.

He wanted to integrate the power of faith he had gained into the dragon's energy to enhance the golden dragon.

At the same time, one needs to cultivate for a period of time to transform the recently acquired resources into power.

(End of this chapter)