Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 411 My Karma, You Dare to Interfere! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu's [Characteristic] The instant the replacement is completed.

boom!
In his eyes, all the patterns on the mural disappeared and turned into streams.

These streams vary in size and width; some are as wide as rivers, while others are no more than an arm's length wide.

However, what they have in common is that each stream contains laws, including wind, fire, water, earth, and all sorts of things.

The young man carefully observed the streams and found there were approximately sixteen in total.

'Sixteen rules, not bad at all.'

As he pondered this, he first turned his gaze to the widest stream.

Warmth, heat, burning... all sorts of feelings related to fire flooded my mind, incredibly profound.

'The Law of Fire?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself, then looked away to observe the other streams.

What he most wanted to comprehend was the law of Yin and Yang; only if he couldn't find it would he settle for comprehending other laws.

Earth, water, wind, sword... streams leaped past my eyes.

Finally, the young man sighed softly.

There is no principle of Yin and Yang!

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu no longer hesitated and focused his gaze on the widest part of the stream.

In an instant, my mind was at peace, free from thoughts and ideas, and various insights related to fire welled up in my heart.

Outside, a faint red light appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's body, and wisps of flame rose, emanating a profound Daoist charm.

All the cultivators' gazes unconsciously turned to the red-clad figure sitting cross-legged, their expressions extremely complex.

This is a law, extremely difficult to comprehend, yet it was grasped by the person before him in just a few breaths.

Simple and easy.

What a genius!

This was the thought that arose in the minds of all cultivators, even those who were mortal enemies.

Regardless of what the group of cultivators were thinking, Zhang Yuanzhu was completely immersed in comprehending the Law of Fire.

He already had his own feelings about fire, after all, the cultivation method he practiced in the Qi Refining stage was related to flames.

Now, with the help of the murals, he easily comprehended the Law of Fire and continues to expand and deepen his understanding, moving towards higher levels.

Time passed second by second, and the red glow on the youth grew stronger, like a small sun blooming.

Du Qing also awoke from his comprehension of the laws, looking at the young man with a complex expression.

As a True Person of the Condensing Fiend Realm, he was far behind in terms of understanding the laws.

About half an hour has passed.

"cough~"

With a soft cough, the mural disappeared, and the cultivators awoke from their reverie.

The red light emanating from Zhang Yuanzhu's body gradually dissipated.

At the same time, the aged voice rang out again.

"The first stage has ended. The ten people who have the deepest understanding of the laws can enter the second stage."

As the words drifted by, names appeared one by one on the blank wall.

Zhang Yuanzhu, Fayan, Du Qing, Du Xuehen... Fazhi, a total of ten people.

"Dharma words?"

Du Qing tilted his head slightly and looked at the pretty nun next to Chi Ying.

He acknowledged that his talent was inferior to Zhang Yuanzhu's, but as a Buddhist nun, her understanding was also superior.

Before Du Qing could think further, all the cultivators who had not made it into the top ten disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu and the others also felt their perspective change, as if they had entered a different space.

The sky and earth were dark and pitch black, with only ten roads stretching forward, emitting a faint glow, their end nowhere in sight.

Bang!

A divine sword shrouded in rainbow-colored clouds appeared and slashed down at the group of cultivators.

Tens of thousands of sword lights burst forth, dazzling and blinding.

In an instant, Du Qing and the others felt a tremor from the bottom of their hearts, their minds completely occupied by the sword light.

No one expected that Zhang Yuanzhu would disregard everything and suddenly make a move.

"Insanity!"

An aged roar fell.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled, and a pale white halo appeared, blocking the sword light.

But in the end, it was too late.

bang~
Du Qing's arm was instantly twisted into bloody foam, which fell into the sky.

With a groan of pain, the boy staggered backward, his face deathly pale.

"It's...it's the Changhong One Qi Sword! You've really gone mad!"

At this moment, Du Qing finally recognized the Sword Sect's divine sword, and was utterly horrified.

With such a famous sword here, the fate of Changhong Yiqi Sword Master is self-evident.

They dared to provoke those sword cultivators from the Sword Sect, unafraid of being chopped to dust by the entire side sect.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a playful smile. He ignored the boy and looked at Tianyu instead.

He brandished the longsword in his hand and chuckled softly:
"The divine sword has a master, which I cannot control; it is truly my own doing."

There was no response, only an increasingly oppressive atmosphere and a dense, pure white halo in the air.

A moment later, the aged voice fell silent.

"This is the only case!"

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his smile widening, and with a flick of his hand, he put away the divine sword.

At the same time, a bluish light emanated from the wound, spreading vitality and repairing the palm.

"Tell me, what is the second level?"

"The second test is a test of character. There are ten paths, and the first three people to reach the end can enter the final test."

An aged voice drifted through the air, then all other sounds ceased.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his head, staring straight ahead at the road, his double pupils deep and unfathomable.

The next moment, he took a step and walked towards the middle of the road.

Fa Yan and Fa Dong exchanged a glance and chose one of the two paths beside the young man.

Du Qing stared blankly at his empty right arm, his expression dazed. He too had had one arm severed in front of the Golden Valley Pavilion.

He seemed to have returned to that day when all the talented members of his family had died, and he was the only one who survived thanks to the Holy Maiden of Qingyangzhai.

So now, is he still alive?
The boy's face showed bitterness; he had already foreseen his fate.

As for the other cultivators, they all looked gloomy. That person was too domineering. Even the spirit of the artifact in the ruins couldn't do anything to him. Even if they had a great opportunity, it wouldn't change anything.

“Whether you are righteous cultivators or members of the Du family, even if you are in such a predicament, you cannot allow cultivators from other sects to look down on you.”

The bitterness on Du Qing's face faded, replaced by gentleness. He strode forward and walked onto a road.

His Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his black hair flew wildly, exuding a carefree spirit.

“Young Master is right. At worst, we will die in battle. We were prepared when we embarked on the path of seeking enlightenment, so why should we be afraid?”

The cultivators remained silent, then stepped out and walked onto the road.

Each person's steps carried a hint of determination.

the other side.

The moment Zhang Yuanzhu stepped onto the path, he felt his magical power, blood and energy, and spiritual consciousness all disappear, as if he had become a mortal.

boom!
A raging fire rose, and a burning sensation continued to assault the senses.

The young man narrowed his double pupils and softly uttered two words:
"Hallucination?"

If this is the test of one's character, then it is ridiculously simplistic.

Ignore everything in front of you and stride forward.

Zizizi~
My skin was charred black, my flesh was scorched, and my bones were cracking; intense pain filled my heart.

The young man remained calm and continued forward.

Fire, snow, mountains of knives, forests of swords, friends, teachers... all these appeared before Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, yet they did not slow his pace in the slightest.

Everything is an illusion, so how can we stop him?

Time passed, and I don't know how much time has gone by.

All the sights vanished, and he came to the end of the road.

What comes into view is an arc-shaped plaza, with a pure white tower floating quietly in the center, and five closed doors behind the tower.

"You were the first one to arrive, just as I expected!"

The small tower trembled slightly, its aged voice carrying a particularly complex tone.

"The ruins have stood here for a long time. I have seen too many geniuses and prodigies, but I have never met anyone like you."

"Slaughtering, fierce, and unaware of fear."

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on a long ruler, staring directly at the pure white pagoda:
"If you, senior, were aware of my cultivation environment, you would naturally understand everything." He stepped forward, approaching the small tower, his expression solemn.
"Would you be willing to leave with me, senior, and see the wonders of the outside world?"

"hey-hey!"

"The younger generation is quite cunning."

The pure white spire trembled slightly, and the aged voice carried a sense of helplessness.

The young man in front of me wants to take over the entire ruins.

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the long ruler with his five fingers, neither denying nor denying, and slowly explained:
"My talent is something that you, my seniors, should know. I am the best in history, and no one has surpassed me."

The pure white spire stands silent.

This unorthodox cultivator is indeed outstanding, but he has too many troubles.

"The Lord's succession still needs me to preside over it."

As expected, Zhang Yuanzhu felt regretful but didn't take it too seriously.

He stood there in front of the pure white spire, carefully observing the magical artifact and sensing the Daoist aura emanating from it.

Time flies, and years pass by like flowing water.

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

Fayan clasped his hands together, slowly walked out of the road, and arrived at the circular square.

She stepped to the young man's side, and together they gazed at the spire's magical treasure.

"It's getting late."

When Zhang Yuanzhu spoke, the aura around him was exceptionally mysterious.

"I saw some very interesting things."

Fayan's red lips were outlined, and his eyes were filled with a strong Buddhist aura, bordering on obsession.

The young man gave the woman a deep look, then said nothing more and continued to observe the magical artifact and sense the energy emanating from it.

Fayan lowered his eyes and softly recited Buddhist scriptures.

Five days later, a boy with one arm walked out of the road and strode across the square.

Du Qing remained silent, standing quietly at the edge of Guangchao.

At that moment, the pure white spire trembled slightly, and all ten paths vanished.

"The second stage is over. The three of you may now choose any one of the five doors to enter."

"There will definitely be some gains."

An aged voice fell, and Du Qing stepped forward, entering directly through the leftmost portal.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler slung over his shoulder, indifferently watching the enemy's departing figure.

A moment later, he took a step and walked towards the central gate.

Fa Yan turned around and glanced at the hidden path, letting out a soft sigh.

'My senior sister's temperament is ultimately lacking.'

Then, they entered through a door.

The square was empty for a moment, with only the pure white spire floating in the center.

……

Tower! Tower! Tower!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the darkness as a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the distance.

His crimson robe billowed like fire, and the long ruler at his waist emitted wisps of light.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, gazing at the jade platform at the very front.

The jade platform is ancient and simple, with a ball of light floating above it.

Nine days have passed since I entered the portal.

We continued forward and arrived at this place.

The young man stepped onto the jade platform, stretched out his hand, and grabbed at the ball of light.

Snapped!
A jade book directly drew out a ball of light.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Is it a cultivation technique? Or a spell?
However, neither of these items was of much use to him, unless it involved methods for reaching the Golden Core realm.

He stretched out his free hand and opened the jade book.

The four characters "Seven Steps of the Purple Sun" came to mind, followed by the essence of the scripture:
"The purple sun rises in the east, its steps shaking the celestial pivot; seven suns scorch the universe, each step a tribulation, seven steps knocking on the gates of heaven."

As the young man turned the pages of the jade book, his expression grew increasingly solemn as he studied each word carefully.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he carefully placed the jade book into his bosom.

This is a spell involving the Golden Core level, extremely precious, and the scriptures recorded within are so profound that even he finds them difficult to understand.

Moreover, according to the description in the jade book, if one takes seven steps, it can ignite a purple flame that stretches for 30,000 miles and will not dissipate for a thousand years, making it extremely powerful.

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu let out a soft breath.

This single Golden Elixir technique alone was enough to justify the effort he expended in the ruins.

Now it's time to leave.

The crimson figure raised its head and spoke to the sky:
"I want to leave!"

The space fell silent for a moment before an aged voice finally rang out.

"Can!"

In an instant, the world spun and space shifted.

When his vision cleared again, he was back outside the pure white spire.

"Brother Dao, you've come out."

Two beautiful figures walked quickly over, looked the young man over, and only after confirming that he was alright did Fa Yan and Fa Ding breathe a sigh of relief.

"Senior sister has already left the ruins, and I have been gone for five days, but I still haven't seen brother."

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the pure white spire, his gaze deep and his eyes gleaming with dark light.

"Du Qing and the righteous disciples have already escaped?"

Although it was a question, it carried a tone of certainty.

Fa Yan nodded, following the young man's gaze to the pure white spire, and parted her red lips slightly:

"Yes!"

"It was intentional!"

hum~
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu drew his divine sword.

Take a step, raise your arm.

cut!
In an instant, countless sword lights burst forth, and boundless sword energy engulfed the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Everything in sight was shattering and tearing apart, and even the pure white spire was marked with sword marks.

bang~
Blood splattered on the arm holding the sword, but the young man seemed oblivious to the pain, his fingers gripping the hilt tightly as he prepared to strike again.

Just then, the pure white spire soared into the air, shattering layers of sword light, and fled at top speed.

"It's just a magic weapon, yet it dares to interfere with my karma."

Zhang Yuanzhu sneered, leaning forward, ignoring the struggling, humming divine sword in his hand, ignoring the constantly tearing flesh, and took a step forward, slashing with his sword again:
"Come, take this sword!"

Heaven and earth trembled, mountains and rivers, space itself shattered, and a sword light soared into the sky, dazzling and brilliant.

This sword strike was violent and extreme, slashing towards the sky with overwhelming force.

Like an emperor punishing those who dare to defy him, like a swordsman slaying demons, or like a commoner rising up to overturn the world.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, how dare you!"

Boom!

The spire continues to expand, taking root in the netherworld, piercing through the void, ancient and weathered.

Through the spire, one can vaguely see a much smaller white tower slowly rotating inside, its aura sacred and intense.

In less than a moment, a stunning sword light pierced through the void and struck the spire.

Kakakka~
Cracks appeared on the tower.

The next moment, the spire suddenly broke off and was engulfed by the sword light and turned into dust.

Only two-thirds of the remaining tower escaped and disappeared into the horizon.

bang~
Zhang Yuanzhu's entire arm was ripped apart, leaving only purplish-gold white bones, a truly gruesome sight.

Fayan strode forward, and rays of Buddhist light bloomed, brushing against the young man's bony arm that held the sword.

"Brother Dao, the backlash from this famous sword is too great; it can no longer be used."

"A minor injury, nothing serious."

The young man chuckled softly. Compared to severing the ruins and battling against magical treasures, what was this minor injury?

Next, it was time to find the fleeing enemy.

With a thought, the divine sword in his hand disappeared, and a blue light shone in his eyes as he began to focus all his efforts on healing his injuries.

Flesh and blood writhed, skin emerged, and wisps of sword energy were expelled.

This time, the healing process took much longer than before.

It took a full hour for his injuries to be mostly healed.

(End of this chapter)