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Chapter 382 Thunder Technique Perfected, Southern Heavenly Gate Completed! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his palm and placed the precious liquid, which was wrapped in lightning, in front of him.

As he circulated the body-refining technique, strands of lightning converged towards his eyes.

Crackling!

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu's entire face was covered with pure white lightning, which became increasingly dazzling and blinding as time passed.

A tingling and stinging sensation kept coming from my eyes.

The young man's expression remained unchanged as he quickly absorbed the lightning liquid.

An hour has passed!
Two hours have passed!
Three hours have passed!

The pure white lightning liquid in his palm gradually disappeared, and the lightning on his face also vanished one by one.

The fourth type of Thunderous Elixir tempering has officially begun!

Next, Qingyang began his training in the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder.

Months of continuous training and fighting.

He was already extremely proficient in this thunder technique; he was just half a step away from achieving perfection.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu took out a jade slip containing records of thunder magic from his bosom and carefully read it.

At the same time, the freed hand stretched out, and strands of azure-gold lightning burst forth, dazzling and blinding.

He devoted himself to cultivating thunder magic, and the characteristics of purity, clarity, and tranquility burst forth from the depths of his mind, enhancing his understanding.

Time passed second by second, but Zhang Yuanzhu remained immersed in the thunder magic.

Seven days passed.

The young man dispersed the lightning in his palm, placed the jade slip aside, and began to inhale and exhale:

"My technique is complete!"

With a soft whisper, Qingyang's Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder Technique was completely perfected, reaching a level that no one except the founder of Qingyangzhai had ever reached.

boom!
A clap of thunder resounded in his heart, leaving the young man stunned.

When I came to my senses again, I noticed that something had changed in my dantian.

The seven spiritual platforms trembled simultaneously, and magical power surged forth, filling the dantian.

The five divine beasts—Red Dragon, White Tiger, Qilin, Azure Phoenix, and Black Tortoise—stood in the dantian, roaring to the sky and stirring up magical power.

Boom~boom~
The waves of magical power surged, and illusory patterns appeared in various parts of the dantian, with profound Daoist charm permeating every minute detail.

Moreover, these phantoms became increasingly realistic as magical power surged and divine beasts roared.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, observing all the changes in his dantian until six different illusory patterns appeared, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He sensed the familiar aura of six thunder techniques: Taixu Thunder Palace, Thunder Dragon Nine Meteors, Five-Colored Thunder, Nine Heavens Thunder Stele Technique, Thunder Control Divine Sword, and Azure Sun Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder.

"Artifacts!"

Techniques that can only be cultivated in the Qi Refining stage reappear in the Foundation Establishment stage.

This is an unprecedented event in history, yet it truly happened to this young man.

"In the Foundation Establishment stage, only when all six spells have been perfectly mastered can spell patterns be generated?"

Zhang Yuanzhu speculated.

If that's the case, then it's only natural that there has never been such a feat before, except for him.

The lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is limited, and cultivation becomes even more difficult. Who has the talent and energy to cultivate the Six Paths of Magic to perfection, or even surpass perfection?

As the young man pondered, six illusory magical runes rose and fell with the surging waves of magical power.

Finally, with a gentle leap, it appeared completely.

Boom~
A tremendous pressure spread from the dantian throughout the body, causing flesh, bones, and internal organs to tremble as they endured the pressure of the birth of the magical runes.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled a breath of stale air, his smile deepening.

If he hadn't cultivated the Nine Tribulations Thunder Body, he would have been in some danger, but now, this level of pressure wasn't even a gentle breeze.

While enduring the pressure from the magical runes, he observed the changes inside his dantian.

The moment the six magical runes formed, the magical power gradually calmed down, the divine beast's figure dissipated, and the dantian returned to its previous tranquility.

The six magical runes slowly approached, intertwined and merged, transforming into a small seal.

This small seal sometimes disperses, sometimes transforms into chains of light, constantly changing, and continuously approaches the spiritual platform.

At this moment, the seven-layered spiritual platform trembled slightly, and the veins of two vines, climbing up from the bottom of the platform, shimmered continuously.

This is a combination spell, the mark formed by planting red lotus under snow and the Qiankun Seal.

His once solid spiritual platform allowed him to calmly build his foundation.

Now, the small seal formed by the third killing technique slowly drifted down and merged into the spiritual platform.

In an instant, the small seal disappeared, and lines appeared at the bottom of the spiritual platform, climbing upwards and transforming into a third vine to solidify the spiritual platform.

A feeling of perfect completeness welled up in the young man's heart, and his body, mind, and consciousness all trembled with joy.

The true art of killing.
The South Heavenly Gate is complete!

The Thunder Technique was thus perfected.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his eyes, raised his arm, and opened his palm.

Strands of lightning flashed, transforming into a small, exquisite gate, sacred and ancient, nurturing the grand spirit of revolutionizing the world.

'It's not over yet.'

The young man whispered in his heart, his five fingers shifting.

The portal emanated a hazy glow, reflecting various scenes: snow falling and red lotuses blooming, the sun and moon revolving, and stars shining in the blue sky.

These images appeared one by one, leaping into reality and being engraved on the door.

An aura of suppressing all living beings and being the only one who reigns supreme spread far and wide, filling every corner.

This is the true art of killing, a synthesis of all the spells he has cultivated throughout his life, used to forge the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Otherwise, how could it be called a move that can kill a great enemy?

At this moment, his combat power increased once again, moving towards an even stronger level.

After an unknown amount of time, the portal in the young man's hand dissipated and disappeared.

Having successfully completed his cultivation at the Southern Heavenly Gate, he can now focus his magical practice on his divine form.

The five divine forms—Red Dragon, White Tiger, Qilin, Azure Phoenix, and Black Tortoise—are currently only the Red Dragon and White Tiger completed; we need to speed things up.

the other side.

Fa Yan and Fa Ding stared at the crimson figure in horror.

They looked at the gate they had just seen, wondering what it was and how it could have such a terrifying aura.

Do unorthodox sects have such things?

While the two women were lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu slowly stood up and patted his red robe.

"Fellow Daoists, would you like to continue your cultivation?"

"We have finished our work and can set off again."

The Dharma spoke.

She stood up, stepped to the young man's side, and looked at him with curiosity:

"Brother Daoist, what about that doorway from earlier?"

"It's just a spell."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled lightly, without trying to hide it.

"Just a spell? What a terrifying person."

The woman sighed softly.

Turn to the side and open your mouth to the legally designated area:
"Senior sister, what the Daoist brother said is correct; the truly powerful have always been human!"

Nobody's a fool; they obviously have some guesses about the origins of the magic.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled, flicked his sleeves, and a flash of silver light appeared, transforming into a flying boat.

Take a step and step into the flying boat.

"The two of you board the ship and head together to the Holy City to witness the heroes of this world."

"You can do anything!"

"it is good."

Two responses rang out, and the two women stepped onto the flying boat. A thought flashed through the young man's mind.

boom!
The silver boat shot out with tremendous force, traversing the vast sky, heading towards the holy city in the southwest.

Like a silver arrow, it streaked across the sky and sped forward.

The ruins of the Innate True Man are not far from the Holy City; it takes at most ten days to reach them.

Along the way, Zhang Yuanzhu and Fayan stood at the bow of the boat, talking about their insights and scriptures from their cultivation.

Every word the woman spoke brought him something new; it was not the kind of Dao and principles that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could explain.

Zhang Yuanzhu shared his experiences from his cultivation without reservation, which amazed the woman.

Both were so engrossed in their discussion that they lost track of time.

Nine days have passed in the blink of an eye.

As the sun sets, the mountains and rivers darken, and the half-red sun emits a blood-red afterglow.

A massive black shadow, like a giant beast, lay coiled at the junction of heaven and earth, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

"We've arrived at the Holy City!"

Fayan stood at the bow of the boat, her black robe fluttering in the wind, a smile on her pretty face.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were as deep as the starry sky, and every now and then, purple lightning would flash in his eyes, dazzling and brilliant.

He gazed at the holy city at the edge of the sky, his expression indifferent, experiencing a strange feeling deep within his heart.

Whispering in my heart:

'She really is here.'

The young man climbed Qingmu Mountain to see his junior sister, and now he has finally reached his destination.

With a light stomp of the foot, the flying boat continued forward, arriving before the city.

This is a vast and ancient city, with walls stretching like a long dragon, their edges invisible.

Beneath the city walls, figures silently entered the city gates.

Zhang Yuanzhu piloted the flying boat to land and slowly moved forward with the flow of people.

After about an hour, I handed over a high-grade spirit stone at the city gate and entered the Holy City.

Step forward and cross the city gate.

Boom~
The sounds of noise, laughter, and hawking filled the air.

The crowds were dense, and the bustling atmosphere of the world was overwhelming.

There were cultivators carrying long swords, figures draped in Taoist robes, scantily clad female cultivators, and even demons with beast-like features, all walking the streets, exchanging and buying spiritual items.

Standing in front of the city gate, Zhang Yuanzhu looked out and saw that the prosperity seemed to stretch on forever.

Looking up, the bright moon hangs high, and the stars are dazzling. Rays of moonlight and starlight are drawn into the city, making the world bright.

"What a paradise on earth, what a bustling world!"

The young man exclaimed in admiration.

Step forward, listen to the clamor, and gather all sorts of information.

Speaking, the legal representatives walked alongside the youth, their eyes scanning the surroundings as they surveyed the city.

Gradually, the three of them arrived at a teahouse, where cheers and praises emanated from within.

"The Holy City is ancient, the first city of Qingmu Mountain, and it has stood forever. It is said that it was forged by the Golden Core True Monarch."

"The righteous path once fought the demons here, and the righteous path won a great victory. The demons' blood stained the blue sky, and the righteous path flourished from then on."

"Qingyangzhai and the Du family once competed here. Subsequently, the Du family went into seclusion and stopped caring about worldly affairs."

“The Buddhist Arhats also personally went to the city walls to discuss the Dao with the True Lord for ten years before returning.”

Various stories, passed down from the teahouse, recount the glorious past of the holy city.

“What that man said is true. The Holy City has witnessed too much. Standing here, it is immortal and indestructible.”

Fa Yan sighed softly, raising her slender hand to catch the scattered rays of moonlight:
"Thousands of years later, we have long since returned, but the bright moon remains the same, and the holy city is as it was before, which makes one feel sad."

The Golden Elixir grants a lifespan of only eight hundred years, and even those skilled in extending lifespan can only manage a thousand years.

Whether it's her or Zhang Yuanzhu, they are ultimately just passersby in this world.

"If the Holy City can remember us, just like the sages of the past, then it won't be too bad."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the somewhat sentimental nun, raised his arm, and placed it on the measuring ruler.

"The moon will eventually set, and the world will eventually wither; it's just a matter of time. Why think about it?"

He paused for a moment, then followed the [trait] trail and continued forward, his voice tinged with laughter.

"And who knows what kind of stories will unfold hundreds of years from now, after we have personally come to the Holy City tonight?"

"A heretical sect leader and a Buddhist Arhat strolled arm in arm at night, chatting happily?"

Upon hearing this, the sadness in Fa Yan's eyes faded, her red lips curved into a smile, and they walked forward side by side.

"I look forward to the legends of later generations: that the heretical Taoist master and the Buddhist bodhisattva traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers and established two paths of peace in the holy city."

"Daoist Lord? Bodhisattva?"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

These long-established sects indeed had some understanding of the realms beyond the Golden Core stage.

The law silently follows.

She gazed at the two spirited figures, discussing history and the present, on the bustling street under the bright moon. Her lips were slightly pursed as she softly recited Buddhist scriptures to calm the turbulent emotions within her.

At this moment, even the legal representative himself was unsure of the emotions he was feeling.

Envy, admiration, jealousy—all seven emotions and six desires swirled in my heart, only to be suppressed one by one.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Fayan continued forward, visiting stalls and shops, and occasionally buying interesting spiritual items.

Before we knew it, the night had deepened.

Suddenly, an old monk wearing a dark yellow robe and holding a staff walked towards us.

The monk looked at the three people on the street, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he clasped his hands together in prayer:

"This humble monk is from the Hollow Heart Temple of Holy Enlightenment. I have met three fellow practitioners, but I do not know which temple they come from."

Both Fa Yan and Fa Ding frowned simultaneously.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward and faced the yellow-robed monk directly.

Strands of azure-gold lightning erupted from his body, spreading an aura of supreme yang and strength.

"Disciple of Qingyangzhai greets Master."

"If there's nothing else, please leave!"

It was straightforward and to the point, without any unnecessary embellishment.

The old monk's eyes were cloudy. He looked away from the two women and turned his gaze to the young man, especially at the red robe fluttering in the wind beneath the lightning.

A hint of respect flashed across his face:
"It was this old monk's rudeness that disturbed the three benefactors. I will leave now."

As the words drifted by, I stepped forward and approached the youth.

He paused slightly as he approached Zhang Yuanzhu's side, and whispered:
“Benefactor, you are compassionate and possess Buddha-nature. If you have any questions during your practice, you may come to the temple in the north of the city to seek my guidance.”

Then, he took a step and disappeared from the three people's sight.

Fayan came to the young man's side, stretched out his hand, and stroked the red robe, feeling the warmth and Buddhist nature emanating from his fingertips.

“That old monk’s cultivation level should be at the Condensation of Evil Realm, and he saw through your ‘Mahayana Kasaya Crossing’ outfit.”

"Sacred Awakening Temple?"

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself.

He had heard about this temple from a monk named Kongding on Mount Zhuimao.

Call ~
He exhaled lightly, dispelling the lightning around him, and continued forward.

The old monk probably meant him no harm. Sensing the three's wariness, he immediately left without disturbing them.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu and the other two stopped in front of a palace complex that stretched for hundreds of miles.

The spiritual energy transformed into mist, enveloping the surroundings. The palace was exquisite and elegant, clearly an extraordinary place.

At that moment, he clearly sensed that Qin Yuyao was in the palace in front of him.

The young man raised his head, looking at the words "Yang's Stone Gambling Shop" on the plaque above the door, his brows furrowing slightly.

(End of this chapter)