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Chapter 358 The Second Person of Immortal Soldier Valley—Liu Yuntian! (4000)

Boom~
The clouds and mist, like fire, filled the sky and the ground, obscuring the space and blurring the view.

Only a tall, slender figure shrouded in a divine halo walked through the sky, his red robe fluttering in the wind.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually raised his arm and formed a hand seal with his five fingers.

Huhuhu~
A fierce wind swept through, scattering the fiery mist that filled the sky, and the world began to darken. Then...
Snowing!
Snowflakes fall, desolate yet beautiful, captivating all living things.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the lava turned into ice crystals.

In less than a breath, the world was already a vast expanse of white.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand and placed it on the measuring ruler, leisurely gazing at the fire spirit enveloped in falling snow.

It roared, struggled, and twisted its body amidst the clouds, but it couldn't change the final outcome.

"Pity!"

The young man sighed.

If it were a fire spirit with intelligence, it would be quite interesting; it wouldn't be unable to withstand even a single spell.

Lost in thought, he took half a step forward and lightly gripped the long ruler with his five fingers.

Raise your arm, extend the ruler!
A beam of pure white light swept across the crimson clouds.

In an instant, all of the Fire Spirit's struggles turned into silence.

The ice crystals shattered, the clouds dispersed, and a crimson bead floated in front of me.

"Fire Core!"

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out with his free hand and grasped the crimson bead.

The young man sensed the essence and energy contained within, and a smile appeared on his lips.

These naturally born demons possess a unique energy core that can enhance their magical power.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the fire core.

Stepping on the ice crystals, we continued forward.

In less than half a day, he encountered another fire spirit at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, with the same cloud-like appearance and the same chaotic intelligence.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually cast a spell, and he died instantly, leaving only his fire core behind.

He held the crimson bead in his hand, sensing the energy it contained, his double pupils half-closed.

"Is it possible for two of these naturally born and raised demons to be born at such a distance?"

The young man played with the fire core, somewhat puzzled.

According to ancient texts, it is already quite remarkable that a naturally born demon could be born in a land spanning millions of miles.

Something's not right about this place!
He put away the fire core in his palm and was about to take a step when a mournful howl came from afar.

Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly exerted force with his foot.

boom!
Lava splashed up, and a figure shot out.

In an instant, they arrived at the source of the wailing, where several charred corpses lay sprawled in the lava, slowly sinking and burning.

There was also a giant crimson snake, coiled behind the corpse, its serpentine eyes coldly watching the figure that suddenly appeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not pay attention to the Qi Refining Realm demonic beasts, but instead focused his attention on several corpses.

His double pupils were deep and unfathomable, seeing through all illusions. Wisps of smoke rose from the charred corpse, gathering towards the sky.

"This is?"

The young man murmured.

He 'saw' remnants of souls, resentment, and other unknowable things converging towards the sky in the blue smoke.

An inexplicable fluctuation began to emerge as the blue smoke gathered.

"Fire Spirit!"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked astonished.

This fluctuation is undoubtedly a blessing from heaven and earth when the fire spirit was conceived.
At this moment, he finally understood what the unique opportunity in the Tai Ri Secret Realm was.

Unlike the mixed-blood dragon beasts in the Beast Taming Secret Realm, the Fire Spirit is undoubtedly more precious.

However, the act of artificially intervening to create a fire spirit must have been done by a Golden Core True Monarch.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, which transformed into a sword of energy that pierced through the fire serpent.

Looking up, he patted his palms together and exclaimed in admiration:

"What a brilliant Golden Core True Monarch! His plans for the Dao lineage are far-sighted!"

"It's a pity that the younger generation was so incompetent that the dynasty eventually perished, leaving only regret."

He didn't even glance at the demonic corpse slowly sinking into the lava.

After an unknown amount of time, the fluctuations in the sky subsided, and Zhang Yuanzhu finally turned his gaze back to the boundless magma.

At this moment, he understood why the Blood Sea Dao Clan had captured the Azure Cloud and Black Horn Dao Clans and thrown them all into the secret realm after taking over the secret realm.

"Ah!"

"I seem to have underestimated those Golden Core True Monarchs."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, his eyes shining brightly, burning with fierce fighting spirit.

It's amusing that I'm so incompetent; it would be truly disappointing if the world were full of good-for-nothings.

Moreover, there must be many fire spirits in this secret realm. If he kills them all, his strength will increase rapidly.

His body transformed into a rainbow of light, soaring straight into the sky and speeding across the heavens and earth.

He moved with incredible speed, searching the lava world with all his might.

Time passes minute by minute.

A day later, he killed a Foundation Establishment Level 3 Fire Spirit and obtained a Fire Core.

Three days later, another fire spirit was killed.

For half a month, he roamed the secret realm, killing a total of four fire spirits, some strong and some weak.

The weakest are at least at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the strongest are at least at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

In this way, his initial killing of the peak Foundation Establishment stage fire spirit is actually the most valuable.

In the vast sky, Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his red robe fluttering in the wind, pondering the gains of the past half month.

He paid no attention to the battles and fighting taking place beneath him.

I'm still pondering this. I recently discovered that there are fewer fire spirits being nurtured in the secret realm, which means they must have been cleared out.

However, he was already quite satisfied with obtaining six fire cores; these resources were enough for him to further improve his strength.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep and slowly lowered as he looked down.

Nearly a hundred Daoist cultivators dressed in blood-red robes are engaged in a desperate battle with their disciples, who are clad in black robes and blue Daoist robes.

Disciples of the Black Horn and Azure Cloud lineages, led by several Foundation Establishment cultivators, continuously slaughtered disciples of the Blood Sea lineage.

"How dare a bunch of prisoners defy Heaven!"

A cultivator from the Blood Sea roared, causing the surging Blood Sea to churn, devour lava, and surge forward.

An elderly man with gray hair stood in front of the sea of ​​blood, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

“Disciples, in this godforsaken place, we will not live long and will surely die.”

"However, even if it means death, the Dao lineage must pay the price."

As the words drifted by, the old man's blood began to burn, his spiritual consciousness began to boil, and the five layers of spiritual platforms within his dantian began to melt like candles.

Their essence, energy, and spirit burned fiercely, fueled by an all-consuming madness.

Layers of azure light emanated from the old man's body, like silk and clouds, ethereal yet containing a chilling killing intent.

The old man took a step, clenched his fists together, and pushed forward with a roar.

kill!

The clouds and mist drifted forward like ribbons.

At the same time, behind the old man, disciples of the Qingyun and Heijiao lineages roared and howled, mobilizing all their magical power to charge forward.

With the lineage destroyed and me a prisoner, I have nothing left to lose in this hellish place filled with lava.

Blood churned, blue clouds drifted, dark light shone eerily, and all sorts of radiance filled the heavens and earth.

On the other side, Zhang Yuanzhu watched quietly as the two sides fought, without intervening, awaiting the final outcome.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man murmured:

"it's over!"

He gripped the long ruler with his five fingers, looking at the dozen or so remaining disciples of the Qingyun and Heijiao lineages.

His arm slowly rose, then gracefully slashed down.

Boom! Sword light and lightning intertwined, slashing down from the sky and instantly engulfing the remaining cultivators.

Before they could even utter a wail, the group of cultivators had already turned to ashes in the radiance.

The crimson magma was separated, leaving behind ravines that stretched for miles and a crimson light shield composed of various runes.

Before the light barrier, a pale-faced young man with blood-red hair sat cross-legged, performing hand seals.

Beneath the light barrier lies an ancient palace, adorned with various patterns, its walls bearing the marks of time.

At that moment, the young man with blood-red hair looked up, his face filled with astonishment.

Zhang Yuanzhu, who was holding the long ruler, also showed a look of surprise on his face.

He neither discovered the palace beneath the lava nor noticed the blood-haired youth.

This scene caused Zhang Yuanzhu's lips to curl into a cold smile.

In the blink of an eye, the figure landed on the glass-like ground and carefully examined the crimson protective shield.

The blood-haired youth in front of the shield composed himself, his face becoming gentle and friendly, and immediately stood up:

“Brother Dao, I am Zhuang Cheng, a true disciple of the Blood Sea Dao lineage. After entering the secret realm, I was fortunate enough to discover this site, but unfortunately I have not been able to break through the protective barrier and enter it.”

The blood-haired youth cupped his hands and bowed.
"Now that you have arrived, fellow Daoist, that is wonderful. We will surely be able to break through the protective barrier and enter the ruins."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his eyes calm and undisturbed, and slung the long ruler in his hand around his waist.

"Are you afraid?"

"Brother, you flatter me. As fellow disciples of the same sect, we should support each other."

The blood-haired youth's arms hung naturally at his sides, his eyes filled with deep fear.

His muscles were taut, his magic suppressed, ready to flee at any moment. He had no intention of resisting the person in front of him.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his gaze back to the ruins, observing the runes flowing within the crimson protective barrier, and murmured:
"Concealment tactics."

Upon hearing this, the blood-haired youth did not hesitate at all, and took out a blood-red talisman and a jade slip from his pocket and handed them over.

"The Blood Concealment Talisman was drawn by a True Person of the Condensation Realm. It is a special talisman belonging to the Blood Sea Daoist lineage. There is also the Blood Essence Secret Method, which can eliminate qi and conceal oneself."

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and casually picked up the talisman and jade slip, carefully read through them, and then returned them.

"Get out of here!"

"Yes, fellow Daoist."

Zhuang Cheng raised his head, his face showing surprise.

He turned and left.

A streak of blood-red light quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his arm, his five fingers stroking the long ruler as he continued to examine the protective shield and the patterns on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft whisper escaped:

"The formation has been activated recently, interesting!"

The young man strode forward, walking around the crimson protective shield, observing every tiny detail.

Within an hour, he had already come up with a plan to break through the protective barrier.

A thought.

Patterns spread out from beneath their feet, and array plates flew out and landed on the ground.

In an instant, a large array formed around the protective barrier.

Strands of light emerged from the array, attached to the protective shield, and slowly heated and eroded the runes.

The shield began to thin and fade at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu estimated the time it would take to break through the protective barrier, then sat cross-legged, circulated his qi and blood, and accelerated the tempering of his skin.

He needed to enter an unknown ruin, which had been inexplicably opened not long ago, in the best possible condition.

Therefore, completing the third rare stone to temper the skin and fully unleashing close-quarters combat is the best choice.

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The crimson shield was thin and dull, and could break at any moment.

As for Zhang Yuanzhu, the third lightning pattern had already appeared on his chest, carrying an indescribable pressure, like a god.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath, and the sharp sword of energy instantly struck the protective barrier.

Click!Click!
The protective shield shattered inch by inch, and the crimson fragments turned into specks of light and vanished into nothingness.

In an instant, a vast and ancient aura rushed towards us.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, gazing intently at the completely opened ruins. His eyes were serious; most of the ruins in the secret realm involved Golden Core True Monarchs, so no amount of caution was excessive.

He stretched out his palm, his five fingers grasping at the air, and with a gentle pull, a purple spear appeared in his hand, which he carried on his back.

Deep within their hearts, they possess the unique abilities of "Moving Mountains and Controlling Ridges," "Taking Off Damage," and "Storing Energy," allowing them to elevate their combat power to its peak.

He strode forward, his red robe billowing, his long black hair dancing wildly.

He walked into the ruins without any attempt to conceal himself.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the heavens and earth, resounding amidst the rubble of the ruins.

As you enter the palace, the floor is paved with golden spirit stones, exuding nobility. The walls on both sides are engraved with golden crows, the sun, and candlelight. All things related to fire in the world are contained in the paintings.

The young man strode forward on the golden ground, slowly arriving at the main hall, where a blurry figure sat high on the throne.

"More than four hundred years have passed, and it is time for my Tai Ri Dao lineage to open the secret realm once again."

"Junior, from which sect do you belong?"

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the long ruler tightly with his five fingers, his eyes blazing as he stared at the blurry figure on the high platform.

Sensing the mysterious aura that it naturally exuded, he narrowed his double pupils.

He was extremely familiar with this energy; it belonged to the Daoist aura of a Golden Core True Monarch.

After a moment, the young man spoke:
"Scorching Sun!"

"Scorching Sun?"

"Your ancestors and I were friends, supporting each other and fighting against our enemies together."

The blurred figure sighed, bearing the marks of time.

He stretched out his palm and pointed to the side.

Boom!

The main hall trembled, and a door engraved with various patterns appeared out of thin air.

Behind the door lies a deep, dark place, reflecting various demonic beasts, remnant souls, and fire spirits.

"Go, this is your opportunity. As long as you fight your way through this path, you will obtain precious medicines and deadly weapons."

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was calm, and his free hand smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes with composure.

He ignored the emerging door and slowly spoke:
"The Tai Ri Dao lineage is dead, and Zhuo Yang and Tai Ri have long since severed all ties, leaving only blood and hatred."

"Six months ago, I personally killed the last Nascent Soul Realm True Person of the Tai Ri Dao Lineage."

The calm voice echoed in the hall, making the space silent and oppressive.

The figure seated on the throne remained silent, revealing a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes.

"The moon waxes and wanes, the sun sets in the west, and living beings experience joy and sorrow. The tradition will naturally perish one day. It has been passed down for thousands of years, which is not wrong."

"As long as the Taoist tradition and its scriptures still exist, all practitioners are disciples of the Taoist tradition."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, exuding a carefree air.

"If even a Golden Core cultivator has to suppress their emotions, can they still be called a True Monarch?"

"It seems you are not even a remnant soul, but merely a trace left by a True Monarch."

The blurry figure paused slightly, then chuckled softly as it gazed at the unrestrained figure.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The laughter, deep and resonant, shook the palace and created ripples throughout the space.

"It's my fault. I wanted to save some effort, but it caused you to misunderstand."

"Zhang Yuanzhu, the seventh member of Immortal Soldier Valley!"

At that moment, he accurately pronounced the name of the person who had come.

The blurry, unreal figure suddenly stood up, its aura bursting forth with unrestrained power.

It was as if the sky had collapsed, as if the earth had caved in.

"Remember my name, True Lord Li Ding, or perhaps..."

"The second-in-command of Immortal Soldier Valley—Liu Yuntian!"

(End of this chapter)