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Chapter 361 Departure—Golden Light Pavilion! (4000)

"Hey!"

"Whether it's a family matter or a sect matter, my intentions are clear, young friend."

The blood-robed youth chuckled softly, his figure gradually becoming ethereal, as if he had vanished into another dimension, no longer of this mortal world.

"I understand your meaning, senior."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke slowly, his double pupils as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

"If I have the opportunity, I will visit my fellow Daoists at Shenyue. I have no other thoughts."

"Blood Sea Dao Meridian, I look forward to the day when you reach the summit, young friend."

After receiving the assurance, the blood-robed youth vanished completely from the warship.

Only a faint sound echoed within the warship.

"My name is True Lord Chiming!"

True Lord Chiming left just like that, paying no attention to the few people the young man mentioned he wanted to visit.

For Yu Zhenjun, apart from the continuation of the Daoist lineage, everything else is nothing but dust.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained tense, his inner energy surging like a tidal wave as the warship shot out.

A single incense stick has already traveled thousands of miles.

Only then did he relax a little and recall what he had just seen and heard.

Facing the True Lord is like facing the Great Dao, as vast and boundless as the sky, with no end in sight.

In his observation, there was no youth at all; it was clearly the existence formed by the convergence of laws and even more mysterious things.

Every move he made was as if a deity were before him, suppressing all thoughts of resistance.

"Chiming?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

Crimson represents blood and ferocity, while "Ming" refers to the deep sea and abyss, which connects to the underworld and captivates the soul. This is what is meant by: the boundless sea of ​​blood, which controls life and death.

An extremely fierce and cruel title for a true lord.

Call ~
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the young man severed his distracting thoughts and turned his gaze to the Blood-Burning Bead in front of him.

This is a cursed weapon, extremely precious, offered as an apology from the Blood Sea Dao Clan.

Extending his hand, he gently grasped the crimson orb, sensing its immense power, and murmured to himself:

'Take control!'

In an instant, the Blood-Burning Bead disappeared.

Deep within the soul, the mirror formed by the interwoven tricolor divine light also underwent some changes.

Control: [Level 3] Blood Burning Bead (Trait: Karma)

'Karma?'

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly.

The so-called karma, as described in Buddhist scriptures, refers to the sins committed when one does evil.

But in his view, Heaven is ruthless and impartial; what is good? What is evil?
The young man lowered his gaze to himself, where streaks of crimson lines intertwined and covered his surroundings.

Each line of blood contains sin, a recurring scene from the past.

During battles and fights, they cause destruction to heaven and earth; when meditating and cultivating, they absorb spiritual energy to improve their cultivation; they kill living beings and collect their flesh and blood to turn into resources for refining corpses.

Perceiving various scenarios, Zhang Yuanzhu understood that this was karma.

It is not the slaughter of living beings, nor is it good or evil as defined by humans, but rather the destruction of heaven and earth, the domineering act of not allowing the remains of the slaughter to return to the world.

With a single thought, the [characteristic] karmic force erupts.

The young man raised his hand, and surprisingly, it transcended reality and touched the long, blood-red line.

With a flick of the fingertip, the long string is plucked.

boom!
A blood-red karmic fire ignited from all over his body, burning in his flesh, in his dantian, and in his mind.

In an instant, intense pain struck; even a thousand cuts and scrapes could not describe it.

Zhang Yuanzhu merely frowned, then relaxed, turning his attention to himself.

The spiritual platform trembled, and under the burning of karmic fire, the magical power became more and more refined, and the spiritual platform became more and more crystalline.

Within the flesh and blood, qi and blood intertwine and contend with karmic fire, constantly growing stronger.

In his mind, inside the glazed pagoda, a golden figure sat cross-legged, his hands forming hand seals, allowing the karmic fire to forge him.

The young man stared strangely at the long, blood-red lines swirling around him; these karmic forces seemed to do him no harm.

With his fingertips, he once again manipulated the long thread, throwing it all into the karmic fire.

In an instant, bright red flames enveloped his body, burning fiercely.

I don't know how much time passed, but the bright moon set and the sun rose in the east.

On the Blazing Sun warship, the blood-red flames had dissipated, leaving only a tall, slender figure standing at the bow.

A clear and pure aura permeated the space.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the body after it had been burned away by the karmic fire.

Its flesh and blood were crystal clear, and its power was as vast as the sea; its magical power was pure, and its cultivation speed was getting faster and faster; its spiritual consciousness was brilliant, as if a layer of dust had been wiped away.

This is a comprehensive transformation, with significant progress in all three aspects: essence, energy, and spirit.

After thoroughly investigating the transformation of his body, the young man once again focused his attention on the [Characteristic] Karma.

This characteristic would be a decisive killing move against the bloodthirsty demonic path and against the three peaks of the Puppet Sect who treat mortals as resources for refining weapons.

It is also a kind of tempering for oneself.

'As expected of a level three [trait]!'

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed softly.

If I can avoid being burdened by karma in the future, I imagine I will create a way to give back to heaven and earth, and after killing my enemies, I will offer them as a sacrifice to the world.

As for things like defying the heavens to cultivate.

Ah!
If Heaven and Earth do not prevent him from ascending the Great Dao, he will naturally follow the way of Heaven and Earth and give back to the world.

Lost in thought, he waved his hand and put the two real human heads placed on the deck into his storage bag.

If one's own karma burns oneself, it will naturally not burn other things.

Immediately, he took out the "Glassy Jade Bone Scripture" from his bosom and continued to read it, constantly trying to comprehend the technique.

Two days later.

The Ming Imperial Palace in Nanjing, the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bottom of the steps, watching the two men in straw hats approach.

"Now that you two fellow Daoists have arrived, let's discuss our journey to the Southern Desert."

"it is good."

Legally permitted opening.

She stepped forward slowly, extended her fair hand, and waved it gently.

A light screen appeared in front of the three of them.

There are steep mountains and rivers, and also miasma that covers the sky and the earth.
Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered as he carefully observed the light screen. Combining this with his knowledge gained from reading ancient texts, he slowly spoke:
"This is the surrounding area!"

A legal nod.

He raised his palm, pointing to a piece of land three times the size of the ancient cliff mountain:

"The Qingyangzhai, one of the leaders of the righteous path, is located in the Shichuan Plain."

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze followed the movement of the legal finger, focusing on the area behind Ancient Cliff Mountain and Fallen Demon Mountain.

The woman's fingertips continued to slide, moving southward across the Past River Plain.

"South of the Shichuan Plain, past the Tianmeng Marsh, lies the Southern Desert."

The young man gazed at the vast expanse of mountains and rivers, his lips twitching; the distance was far greater than he had imagined.

How did these two Buddhist disciples manage to bridge such a vast distance?

Zhang Yuanzhu was puzzled, but he had no intention of finding out.

He stretched out his palm, pointing south across the ancient cliff mountain territory, past the Fallen Demon Mountain, into the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain (Soul-Eating Poison Palace), then east into the Heavenly Dream Marsh, reaching the Southern Desert.

"This is also a path."

The legal figure nodded slightly to the forehead and whispered:
"Although there is competition among the righteous path, it is not as fierce and insane as the demonic path and the unorthodox sects."

"Of course, since the Emperor is escorting us, my junior sister and I will follow His Majesty's arrangements."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the two paths.

He had traversed part of Fallen Demon Mountain and was quite familiar with it. The pass he entered, Demon Suppression Pass, was also under the control of Immortal Soldier Valley, so entering and exiting was not difficult. However, even so, he would still have to endure countless battles to fight his way out. As for Ten Thousand Poison Mountain, it probably wouldn't be much calmer than Fallen Demon Mountain.

This is an extremely dangerous route.

As for the second route, from the ancient cliffs to the Shichuan Plain, the pass alone is a problem, since that pass is within the territory of the Wuliang Palace.

However, once we enter the Shichuan Plain, things should be much calmer.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind. After an unknown amount of time, he made a decision:
"Enter the Plains of the Passing River!"

The voice was calm yet resolute.

Yi Xing Dao Mai once deduced lightning-attribute evil energy for him, and this trip is just the right time to search for it in the southern part of Shi Chuan.

In the past, Qingyangzhai sent Qin Li, an undercover agent, into the Beast Taming Secret Realm in order to obtain the so-called inheritance. In the end, Qin Li was sacrificed. He is going to go there and kill some people.

Most importantly, how could he not want to witness the power of a sect that could expel heretics and demonic paths and confine them to remote places?

Upon hearing the young man's decision, the legal and legal representatives exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

"The journey home is long, and I trouble Your Majesty."

"It's just a deal."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

"Since there are no objections, let's set off."

He took out three jade slips from his bosom, and with a flick of his finger, the jade slips turned into streams of light, falling into various parts of the palace.

Qi Heng, Feng Ling, and the elders of the Zhuoyang lineage gazed at the jade slip that had fallen before them.

These were all the words of advice given by the young man after he left.

After arranging everything after his departure, Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand.

The blazing warship appeared above the palace, and the young man leaped aboard.

Two figures dressed in black robes and wearing bamboo hats followed closely behind.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, arrived at the bow of the ship, and placed several high-grade spirit stones in the ditch.

In an instant, the warships appeared in the sky and headed towards the Qian Kingdom.

A fierce wind howled, his red robe fluttered, and the young man stood with a ruler in his hand, gazing at the mountains and rivers passing beneath him.

Who knows when I'll see this scenery again?

Two figures stepped to the young man's side, looking down at the mountains and rivers.

The petite Fayan stretched out her hand, grasped the edge of the straw hat, and slowly raised it.

"The mountains and rivers are magnificent, far surpassing the southern desert, but they are not my hometown."

The straw hat was lifted, revealing its true appearance.

It was a woman, not very old, with a gentle and charming face, and a faint tenderness between her brows. Her eyes were like the lake water in spring, calm and deep.

Her scalp was smooth, and although she didn't have a long, flowing black tress, it didn't seem to detract from her beauty.

"People value physical appearances, and to avoid trouble, we have no choice but to do this. I hope you will forgive my foolishness, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his body slightly, glanced at Fayan, then looked away and continued to ponder the journey.

It's just a decent-looking body, nothing more than 206 bones, nothing worth looking at.

Upon seeing his junior sister's actions, the man on the other side also removed his straw hat, revealing his true appearance.

An ordinary-looking nun, with compassion in her eyes, clasped her hands together, remaining silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu memorized the faces of the two men, then took out the "Glassy Jade Bone Scripture" from his bosom and carefully examined it.

Time passed, and the warships sped on.

Two days and nights later, they entered the Qian Kingdom. Instead of heading north to the Yan Kingdom, they headed east towards the Golden Light Pavilion.

Five more days and nights passed before the Blazing Sun Warship reached the eastern border of the Qian Kingdom.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the distant, sprawling mountain range and murmured:

"The Blazing Sun Warship is too conspicuous at Ancient Cliff Mountain; it will proceed on its own from here on out."

"it is good!"

The two women spoke.

The young man flicked his sleeves, stowed the warship, landed on the ground, and strode forward.

Fayan and Fading followed behind, and together they entered the mountain range.

The three figures disappeared into the mountains.

Jiaomu City occupies a vast area of ​​mountains and rivers, situated on a plain.

It resembles a giant beast lying on the ground, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

At the city gate, a line of cultivators slowly entered the city in an orderly fashion.

In the center of the crowd, three figures shrouded in mist moved forward with the flow of people.

Zhang Yuanzhu surveyed his surroundings and observed the group of cultivators. This border city, under the jurisdiction of the Golden Light Pavilion, gave him a sense of prosperity.

Both the number of cultivators and their strength are not bad.

At the same time, some noise reached my ears.

"Have you heard? Immortal Soldier Valley and Boundless Palace went to war and suffered heavy losses. The Qian Kingdom was even destroyed."

"The information we received is outdated. The Qian Kingdom has already been restored, and it is rumored that it was done by that genius from the Immortal Soldier Valley."

"Do you really think it's a good thing for the higher-ups to remain neutral when the two major unorthodox sects are at war?"

Some of the monks looked worried, but no one could respond.

They were just low-level cultivators, unable to make any decisions.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless and continued forward.

Legal and legal language follow closely behind.

The three of them entered the city one after the other.

boom!
The overwhelming atmosphere of the mundane world rushes towards you.

The sounds of noise, laughter, and hawking were incessant.

The three of them kept walking, strolling through the streets, gathering information about the Golden Light Pavilion.

In Zhang Yuanzhu's plan, they would cross the Golden Light Pavilion and enter the Boundless Palace.

Then, proceed to the pass as quickly as possible and enter the Passing River Plain.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a general understanding of the situation of Jin Guang Pavilion in order to better respond.

As he passed a teahouse, the young man paused slightly and looked up at the top floor.

His gaze pierced through the layers of obstruction, allowing him to see the scene inside the room.

A middle-aged man in a golden Taoist robe sat at a tea table, drinking with a woman in palace attire.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, sensing the fluctuations in the two people's magical power, and had already made some deductions in his mind.

Qi Refining cultivator from the Golden Light Pavilion!
Unlike Wuliang Palace, which also has Immortal Soldier Valley, Jinguang Pavilion directly dispatches disciples to manage its subordinate immortal cities.

The two people on the top floor of the teahouse were clearly disciples managing the city.

At the same time, the conversation between the two disciples of the Golden Light Pavilion was clearly heard.

"The Wuliang Palace delegation came in a grand manner, yet they are 300,000 miles away from the sect, neither advancing nor retreating. I'm afraid they have ill intentions."

"I heard that they came for the sect's Golden Core disciples. I wonder what the elders will decide."

"Alas, these matters of great importance concerning the world are ultimately beyond our control."

"Foundation building! Foundation building!! When will I be able to live to be 240 years old?"

Zhang Yuanzhu listened intently to their lamentations, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Has the Wuliang Palace delegation arrived here?
The young man's lips curled into a smile, a look of pleasure on his face.

They continued their journey through the city.

As time passed, he gradually gained a general understanding of this unfamiliar place, Jin Guang Ge.

Finally, Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of a shop.

He stared at the two characters "Qingyun" on the plaque above the door, his expression turning indifferent. He raised his hand and lightly flicked his fingertips.

A sliver of moonlight silently slipped into Qingyun's shop.

bang bang bang~
A series of faint cracking sounds rang out, and the entire shop fell silent instantly.

Fayan and Fading watched the sudden start of the slaughter, their brows furrowed, their heads bowed, as they chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)