Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 415 Talented Individuals Across the Land Seek the Dao and Gold (4000 words)

boom!
The great formation erupted, and wisps of demonic energy and blood mist intertwined and entangled, transforming into chains that coiled around the divine sword.

Wow! Wow!
The chains slid, like long snakes coiling around the sword, as countless demonic mists and blood-red light poured down.

"Even a demonic sorcerer dares to defile the divine sword."

The sword's cry, like a thunderclap, pierced through layers of obstacles and echoed throughout the great formation.

hum~
The divine sword trembled slightly, and beams of sword light burst forth, shattering the chains and cutting through the demonic mist, like a great sun emerging, dazzling and blinding.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the blood-stained sword, a smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand, his five fingers shifting to form an ancient hand seal.

Boom!

Yin energy, resentment, killing intent... all sorts of negative energies rolled down, constantly surging towards the divine sword.

The crimson blood transformed into a vast ocean, surging towards the sky.

Demonic energy and bloodlust filled the heavens and the earth, overturning the sun and enveloping it.

hum~
Another sword rang out.

The demonic energy dissipated, the sea of ​​blood evaporated, and a divine sword wreathed in rainbow light floated in the sky.

"Hey, the Filthy Sword Sect's famous sword, throughout history, only you have ever been the master."

Demonic mist was generated, and a sea of ​​blood reappeared, seemingly endlessly surging downwards.

At the same moment, Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his outstretched hand, took out the Lingxi Flute, and placed it horizontally to his lips.

"A flute melody, please judge it!"

The young man had a gentle expression and a smile on his face, but it didn't feel like a smile at all; instead, it was chilling.

The melodious sound of the flute rang out, pleasant to the ear and gentle, yet it also contained an extreme killing intent.

Crystal-clear petals, accompanied by flute music, descended from the sky, passing over demonic energy and blood-red light, piercing through the boundless sword energy, and landing on the divine sword.

buzzing~
In an instant, the divine sword trembled, and its sword energy dissipated.

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile widened. Just as expected, a weapon spirit is still a weapon spirit. Even if the magic weapon itself is protected by its material, it is still a weakness.

The best option is to directly attack the spirit of the artifact with the sound of the flute.

At the same moment, the free hand is raised, and the five fingers form a mudra.

Blood Mud Platform!

Zizizi~
The blood stains on the Changhong One Qi Sword suddenly twisted, as if it had come alive, and continued to seep and climb.

"Demonic methods must be eradicated!"

Sword energy burst forth, repeatedly washing over the sword's blade, desperately resisting the flute's melody.

Time passed second by second, and the crimson blood on the sword faded, revealing specks of purplish-gold blood.

At this moment, the famous sword resisted even more fiercely, its sword energy surging wildly against itself.

The flute music was ethereal, purple-gold and blood-red colors twisted, blood light shone crimson, and demonic energy boiled—a series of long-planned methods were activated.

The light of the Long Rainbow Sword grew dimmer and dimmer, and the sword's cry became increasingly deep.

Zhang Yuanzhu held a flute in one hand and made a hand seal with the other, gazing at the divine sword that was half-stained with purple-gold blood.

With a single thought, the final measure is activated.

Boom!

The earth shook and the sky trembled as a huge, dark sun rose from within the formation.

Demonic and eerie!
Mysterious runes and patterns intertwined within the Great Sun, attracting a surge of demonic energy and blood-red light.
The array of artifacts engraved on the surface of the device was operating at full power, relentlessly squeezing every last bit of power out of the magic orb.

At this moment, it was as if the demonic sun had descended upon the mortal realm, crashing forward and colliding with the divine sword.

At the same time, the flute music changed from ethereal to passionate, and the purple-gold and blood-red colors twisted wildly, climbing towards the Sword God.

"This wicked villain will surely be slain by the Sword Sect!"

The Long Rainbow Sword trembled.

boom! boom! boom!
With three deafening roars in succession, the great formation exploded, space shattered, and the demonic orb tore apart.

In the pitch-black void, only the crimson figure stood atop the mountain, looking down.

A purple-gold divine sword floated silently in the void, without making a sound.

"Success!"

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the Lingxi Flute in his hand, stepped down the mountain, and came to the divine sword.

He reached out and grabbed the sword hilt, pulling it close to his face for a closer look.

He sensed the dormant intelligence of the Changhong One Qi Sword, and a smile appeared on his lips, filled with pleasure.

A mid-grade evil weapon, along with some remnants, finally suppressed the spirit of the Changhong One Qi Sword.

Holding the sword in one hand, he turned to look at the location of the Willow Clan's territory, his eyes cold.

He naturally knew that evil must be eradicated completely!

With a thought, streaks of lightning erupted from his body as he lightly stomped his feet.

boom!
He transformed into lightning and shot out.

In the blink of an eye, they had left the void and entered the mortal world, traversing the heavens.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation... all sorts of scenery kept passing by beneath me.

The youth's speed increased rapidly, closing in on the Willow Clan at breakneck speed.

Time flows by, and years pass like water.

Two days and nights later, a crimson figure carrying a long sword appeared before a piece of immortal land.

The spiritual energy is as ethereal as mist, and the willow trees stand tall on the earth, radiating a faint blue glow. The willow branches sway in the wind, elegant and serene.

Zhang Yuanzhu surveyed this immortal land, his brows gradually furrowing.

So quiet!
Or perhaps it's because the clan's powerful members have died one after another, so they wouldn't react this way no matter what.

The young man's eyes were deep, and the secret technique 'Breaking Illusion' was unleashed as he explored the immortal land.

There were no living beings, no cultivators, and nothing else but the willow trees in front of them.

Tower! Tower! Tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, stepped forward, and approached the Willow Wood Clan's territory.

Now that we've come, how can we leave empty-handed? Besides...

"I am very curious about what happened to the Willow Clan."

As the words drifted on the air, they had already entered the clan's territory.

Dang~
A soft hum came from deep within the Willow Clan's territory, causing Zhang Yuanzhu to abruptly stop in his tracks.

"This is?"

The young man's eyes were more serious than ever before.

Dang~
Another soft hum rang out, like the sound of the Dao descending from the heavens, profound and mysterious, spreading rapidly in a way that living beings could not describe.

Thousands of miles!

Ten thousand miles!
Ten thousand miles!!!
Invisible ripples spread across a small portion of the secret realm.

An aged voice slowly rose, spreading throughout the heavens and earth, flowing into the ears of billions of living beings.

"The Willow Clan of Muqiutian has cultivated for 485 years, and their Dharma, body, and spirit are all perfect. Today they seek gold, and Heaven, Earth, and the gods bear witness to it."

hum~
The divine sword trembled slightly, as if something was awakening.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually wielded the divine sword, gazing into the deepest part of the Willow Clan.

He seemed to see a blurry figure, as tall as the Dao, emanating wisps of azure energy.

"The Golden Elixir of Enlightenment!"

The young man murmured, his expression complex.

The Golden Elixir True Lord is shrouded in too many legends.

Reversing life and death, opening up secret realms, inverting space, one is not human but close to an immortal.

"Come, let me see how a clan of heroes breaks free from their shackles and seeks enlightenment and gold."

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped moving forward, leaned against the willow tree, and looked towards the Willow Clan's territory.

He remained calm, showing no signs of panic or anxiety.

Meanwhile, within the secret realm, powerful beings looked up at the sky, their expressions filled with astonishment.

"When did that old willow tree come to this?"

At the bottom of the pool, a dark shadow sat cross-legged, its face showing resentment.

In a spiritual land even more vast than that of the Willow Clan, a white-haired figure stood up and gazed at the sky.

"What a cruel heart, Brother Mu."

Beneath the towering "Divine Mountain," a stunningly beautiful woman in a Taoist robe had a chessboard laid out before her.

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces are intertwined, densely interwoven and mixed together.

She held the white piece between her fingers, suspended in mid-air, unable to fall.

A moment later, the white piece was placed back outside the chessboard, and a look of helplessness appeared on Jiang Xingye's pretty face:
"Is this what teachers often refer to as a variable?"

At this moment, everyone within the secret realm, regardless of their schemes or calculations, naturally ceased, awaiting the final outcome. If that person succeeded in seeking gold, the situation would instantly change.

The Willow Clan emitted halos of various colors from the depths of their territory, spreading rapidly.

Drops of glistening rain fell from the sky, carrying a strange and profound charm.

Golden lotus flowers emerged from the earth and spread towards the ends of the mountains and rivers.

Dewdrops fall from the sky, golden lotuses spring up from the earth, and the entire land trembles in unison.

Such a beautiful scene was enjoyed only by Zhang Yuanzhu, who leaned against the willow.

A thought came to my mind.

Divine halos appeared around him, hovering above and below, blocking the rain and dew and dispelling the golden lotus.

His gaze was profound, seeing through illusions and looking straight to the essence, unwilling to miss a single moment of the process of attaining the Golden Elixir.

The scene of seeking enlightenment and gold is extremely rare; it is an extraordinary opportunity.

Suddenly, a storm raged in the depths of Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

The next instant…

Wow~Wow~
A mysterious sound of waves arose, and a crystal-clear, ethereal river appeared in the sky.

This river is too wide, too vast, exceeding the limits of vision.

It has no beginning, nor does it know the end.

A burly figure emerged from beneath the river, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of bluish-gray aura that obscured his face and blurred his form.

Every movement is imbued with Taoist charm, profound and extraordinary.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu's body stiffened slightly.

He felt a gaze fall upon him, but it vanished in an instant.

"Ah!"

The young man chuckled softly, the Seven Treasures Tree swaying gently deep within his mind, and the Rainbow Sword vibrating, radiating a sharp killing intent.

He continued to observe the changes in the sky, waiting quietly.

The next moment, the burly figure raised his arms and clasped his hands together.

A cyan Dharma Fruit, formed by countless laws surrounding and converging, emerged from above and slowly approached the surging river.

Ten meters!

Five meters!!
One meter!!!
It was only ten meters long, but it lasted for a full three hours before the laws gathered and formed the Dharma Fruit before disappearing into the great river.

In an instant…

Boom~
The great river surges and roars, flowing on and on, its destination unknown.

At this moment, most of the creatures in the secret realm could clearly see this river, and their expressions varied.

Whether bewildered, solemn, or filled with emotion, they all ultimately converge into one:
"The Great River of Wood!"

Time passed second by second, and the profound Daoist charm within the secret realm grew increasingly intense.

Flowers bloom in barren lands, vegetation revives in withered places, and faint sounds of praise can be heard.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

"Ah~"

A soft sigh drifted out, tinged with helplessness and regret.

The next instant, the cracked blue magic fruit fell from the river, then tore apart and vanished.

The great river also disappeared at this moment.

Everything was accomplished in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, it failed!"

"As expected, it failed. How could a Golden Core True Monarch be attained so easily?"

"Great, that was a good failure."

……

One by one, living beings shouted, and one by one, powerful figures laughed.

Within the secret realm, no cultivator would willingly bear the weight of a mountain above their head, with absolutely no possibility of resistance.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu watched the figure falling from the sky with a complex expression, neither happy nor disappointed.

The young man straightened his back, slightly bent his fingers, and pulled out a purple-gold divine sword from thin air.

He strode forward, carrying the divine sword, approaching the spot where the figure had fallen.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed between heaven and earth, like the beating of war drums, stirring the heart.

A burly figure gradually came into view.

He was a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples and a face as sharp as if carved by a knife.

The man, clad in a blue iron suit, leaned against a tree trunk.

The exposed skin was cracked, making the person look like a fragile piece of porcelain.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and looked down.

Their gazes met in mid-air, one indifferent, the other unwilling, neither speaking as they sized each other up.

For a moment, the air was still and oppressive.

After an unknown amount of time, the genius Muqiu slowly spoke, breaking the silence:
"After 485 years of cultivation and countless hardships on the path to enlightenment, he was still one step short, and died, leaving behind a regret for the world."

The patriarch of the Willow Clan lay limply on the ground, his eyes dim, muttering to himself:
"After a month of gathering Qi, he used the twelve Qi Refining Techniques to forge a superior spiritual platform, found the evil Qi of a tree and stepped into the Qi Condensation stage, but in the end he collapsed here."

"Golden Core! True Monarch!! How difficult it is!!!"

Cracks spread and expanded all over its body, its eyes fixed on the crimson figure standing before it:

"Slaughtering entire clans to extract their bloodlines to achieve a flawless physical body; consuming inherited treasures to perfect one's spiritual consciousness; cultivating the laws of cultivation for nearly five hundred years without flaw—why?"

"Why did I still fail!"

Mu Qiutian was puzzled, as if he were asking the young man a question, or as if he were asking the heavens for an answer.

"hehe!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, a hint of understanding in his eyes.

Was it originally done with the help of external objects?

"No! It can't be called an external thing; it was just the last madness before I died of old age."

The young man pointed his sword diagonally and uttered each word carefully:
"If someone like you could attain enlightenment and seek gold, that would be the biggest joke in the world."

"Just a mediocre talent!"

"Mediocrity? Madness?"

"Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, his long, emerald-green hair dancing in the wind, and even his cyan-gold iron armor clanged.

"What do you know? What do you understand? You are just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how dare you speak of matters concerning the Golden Core stage?"

"You think you can look down on me just because you have a sword?"

Boom~
The heavens and earth trembled, and streams of profound Daoist energy burst forth from his body, stirring up the winds and clouds in all directions.

powerful!

powerful! !
Still incredibly powerful!!!

It is a powerful force that emanates from the inside out, from every inch of flesh and blood, and from every strand of the soul.

"It's just a broken sword. With my crippled body, I can still kill you and avenge my fallen clansmen."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes remained calm and unchanged. How could a cultivator like him, who was middle-aged, have any thoughts of his clansmen?

Five fingers gripped the hilt tightly, the divine sword pointed directly at the enemy's brow:
"You might as well give it a try!"

bang~
The middle-aged man's arm was shattered, tearing his iron armor along with it, and his rising momentum instantly diminished.

The tense and oppressive atmosphere dissipated completely.

Mu Qiutian looked helpless and slowly spoke:
"It seems I won't have the chance to experience your broken sword."

He paused, then changed the subject:
"Do you know why I am seeking enlightenment and gold at this moment, and why I am choosing this time to slaughter my clan and extract my bloodline?"

bang~
Another arm was torn apart, and his life force weakened once more.

The middle-aged cultivator seemed oblivious, uttering each word carefully:
"Simply because Heaven and Earth are unjust!"

His gaze passed over the crimson shadow and looked towards the sky:
"The Great Dao of this world is incomplete. Only when the world opens once every thousand years, which is what you outside cultivators call the secret realm, will the Great Dao be restored."

"This is the only chance for us prisoners to obtain gold in a thousand years."

"Compared to those predecessors who died of old age without ever seeing the dawn, I was much luckier. I got my chance when my life was coming to an end."

(End of this chapter)