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Chapter 416 Zhang Yuanzhu: You also want to fight me on the same level? (4000)

bang~
His left leg was torn apart, turned to ashes, and scattered in the wind.

The vital energy of Muqiutian weakened once again.

The middle-aged man leaned against a willow tree, his eyes gray, as if awaiting death.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu slowly lowered the divine sword that had been pointing between his opponent's brows, his face serious:

What is the Golden Elixir?

He had asked the remnant soul of the Golden Core in the Beast Taming Secret Realm about this question, and he had also asked Fayan for clarification. Now he was asking his opponent, who had failed to attain the Golden Core stage, about it.

Regardless of stance or hatred, there is only a heart seeking the truth.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face visibly changed, even his lifeless eyes stirred slightly, and his voice was hoarse as he uttered each word:
"Golden Core True Monarch, how could I possibly know before reaching that realm?"

"I have only seen a few words in ancient and passed-down books. It is said that gold is immortal and is no longer human. It can live for three thousand years without dying."

boom!
Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils narrowed slightly, his mind reeling:

"The lifespan of a Golden Elixir cultivator is eight hundred years. Even those skilled in extending lifespan can only live for a thousand years. This is a fact universally acknowledged by all living beings. How could someone have a lifespan of three thousand years?"

Muqiu Tian sneered:
"It's just a description in ancient books; it's something from a bygone era, and the truth or falsehood of it has long been blurred."

The young man had now calmed his agitated mind, and various thoughts flashed through his head.

If what Ancestor Willow Wood said is false, that's fine. But if it is true, then things get much more interesting.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like the vast depths of space, causing all living beings to sink into despair.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of stale air, and his head drooped.

How to achieve the Golden Elixir?

"Hehe~, the junior thinks highly of the old master, allowing me, a loser, to explain it to you."

Mu Qiutian's laughter was hoarse, and his remaining right leg also vanished as the crack spread.

Ten breaths later, the laughter stopped, and a hint of mockery appeared on the middle-aged man's face:
"Putting everything else aside, just the fact that you slaughtered my clan's high-ranking members, what right do I have to inform you?"

"Insights on Seeking the Path to Enlightenment!"

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, simply gazing at the middle-aged man.

He wasn't stupid. It was abnormal for someone who was about to die to talk to him so much; they must have some ulterior motive.

The young man was simply waiting; whether he received an answer or not was not important.

Sizzle~ Sizzle~
His body began to spread outwards, reaching towards his chest. Mu Qiutian's face showed sorrow, and he sighed:

"That's enough! That's enough!!"

"Let's leave a legacy for those who come after us."

"I have placed all my cultivation insights since I reached the peak of the Qi Condensation stage deep within the clan's territory. Go and retrieve them."

As the words drifted by, the cracks spread throughout his body.

bang~
The remains exploded, the vital energy completely vanished, and it could no longer be sensed.

"Is he dead?"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, gazing at the spot where his enemy had fallen.

His five fingers gripped the divine sword tightly, without the slightest loosening.

clang!
As the remains disintegrated, the nine-story wooden pagoda fell to the ground.

The wooden pagoda is simple and rustic, with cracks all over its body.

Even so, the aura emanating from the wooden tower was still powerful, surpassing the category of a superior-grade evil weapon.

clang~clang~
The wooden tower trembled slightly, emitting mournful cries, as if it possessed consciousness.

'A magic weapon? No, it's still a little short.'

Zhang Yuanzhu made this deduction in his mind.

The next moment, a ripple appeared deep in his eyes.

The wooden pagoda destroyed itself!
The cracks in the tower spread rapidly, forcibly tearing itself apart, and its spirituality and energy were extinguished one by one.

This was a choice made by the pagoda's own spirit, unwilling to exist alone in the world.

Dang~
With a final tremor, the fragments of the wooden tower were carried away by the wind, turning into wisps of dust and disappearing completely.

Zhang Yuanzhu watched this scene unfold.

He should have had time to stop it and obtain a decent tool, but in the end he didn't make a move.

If one is so greedy for [special characteristics] that one has no intention of letting a tool self-destruct, then one is seriously underestimating him.

Since the wooden pagoda is willing to go with its owner, then let it go.

Stepping forward, they arrived at the willow tree where Muqiu Tian had died.

He reached out with his free hand and gently stroked the tree trunk, feeling the roughness through his fingertips and the Daoist essence contained within.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a smile.

A piece of spiritual wood that has been imbued with the aura of the Willow Ancestor before his death naturally becomes extremely valuable and can be considered a fine spiritual material.

With a flick of his sleeve, he gathered up the entire spirit tree.

Then, he turned his gaze to the depths of the Willow Clan's territory.

"Is it a conspiracy, or some other method?"

Zhang Yuanzhu drew his sword and stepped forward without hesitation.

If he didn't have the divine sword in his hand, he would have left without saying a word.

However, with this divine sword, in times of crisis, its special properties will ignite, making it invincible within the secret realm, capable of killing anyone and destroying anything.

This is also one of the reasons why he was able to quietly observe Mu Qiutian's breakthrough.

Lost in thought, the young man took a few steps, traversing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and arrived before the valley.

Towering willows, misty air, blooming flowers, and lush green grass—it's like a true fairyland.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped there, looking into the valley with a slight frown between his brows.

Crunch!Crunch!
He stepped forward on the grass and slowly walked into the valley.

Corpse!

A corpse!!
It's still a corpse!!
As far as the eye could see, countless corpses filled the valley for miles.

Each corpse was emaciated and lifeless, lying on the ground without a trace of life.

Flowers bloom, grass sways in the wind, yet it is littered with corpses.

Life and death, fragrance and hatred, intertwined and blended together, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

"He's gone mad, slaughtering his entire clan for a single chance."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent as he walked past the wreckage and continued forward.

Soon, he arrived at the center of the valley, where an array stood, with light curtains falling and concealing the interior.

The young man narrowed his double pupils, unleashing his secret technique 'Dispelling Illusion' as he carefully examined the situation.

The terrain and the heavens converge here.

If any spiritual remnants remain.
"This is it."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm and placed it against the light screen.

He suddenly exerted force with his palm.

Click!Click!
Cracks appeared one after another, then shattered with a crash, and the light screen turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Looking ahead, a willow tree comes into view.

It is very tall, with old roots and rough bark, like sand and gravel, full of cracks, exuding the breath of time and a sense of vicissitude. Withered yellow willow branches hang down, filled with death and loneliness.

This is a willow tree that is about to die. When it is alive, it must be full of vitality and a rare treasure in the world.

Suddenly, a medicinal fragrance wafted from the willow tree, and a plump, red fruit hung among the branches and leaves.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully examined the fruit on the willow tree, using the 'Breaking Illusion' secret technique and his spiritual sense to probe it with all his might. Apart from the rich vitality, pure energy, and Daoist charm, there was nothing else.

This is undoubtedly a rare and precious fruit, and it is highly likely that it was a spiritual item left over after the Willow Ancestor swallowed it.

However, he sensed something was amiss and stared intently at the rosy fruit, using all his secret techniques to investigate.

Despite repeated searches, Baoguo remained safe and sound.

The young man's eyes gleamed, and a smile appeared on his face.

It's just a precious fruit, why think so much about it?

Holding the divine sword, he took a step forward and raised his arm.

cut!
A sword soared into the sky, transforming into countless sword energies that illuminated the valley, then instantly coalesced into one, slashing towards the spiritual fruit.

Stab it!

The fruit tore open, releasing a rich life essence mixed with Taoist charm that permeated the willow tree.

Hey~
A sigh of resentment escaped.

In the next instant, all life essence, Daoist energy, and the debris scattered on the ground were annihilated by the sword energy.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword light dissipated, and the valley returned to calm. The upper half of the willow tree had been completely cut off, leaving only a small portion of the trunk.

Zhang Yuanzhu's arm fell, his divine sword pointing diagonally at the ground:
"Is it a remnant soul or a wisp of consciousness?"

The young man's eyes held disdain.

When seeking enlightenment and gold, he even left himself a way out, lacking the determination to forge ahead.

If you don't fail, who will?

Trying to turn the tide with this is nothing but a joke.

He took a step forward, stood before the tree trunk, and lowered his gaze.

A touch of green came into view; at the center of the tree trunk, a green luster shone, containing extremely pure vitality and energy.

"The spiritual root is not completely dead!"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked surprised.

Given time, this willow tree might just revive and come back to life.

pity!
He didn't have time to wait for the other person to be reborn.

He brandished the divine sword in his hand, its cold light conveying a resolute and domineering force.

Stab! Stab!
Wood chips flew everywhere as three feet of green heartwood were dug out.

Only a ten-foot-long tree trunk and roots remained on the spot.

The young man flipped his hand, took the green willow heartwood, and then strode off to continue his search.

He was very interested in the cultivation insights of the Willow Clan's ancestor, as well as the scriptures and ancient books collected over the years.

If possible, I would naturally take a look.

Ta-ta-ta~
His footsteps were crisp as he circled the valley.

Finally, it stopped in front of a pool of water.

The pool water is clear, and fish swim freely, creating ripples.

"is it here?"

This is the only place in the valley that he cannot fully explore.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze was profound, his eyes radiating a blue and black light, like two great suns swirling around each other, seeing through illusions and containing the power of birth and death.

huh~
A beam of light burst forth, tearing through space and plunging straight into the pool.

Boom!

The water in Shili Pool evaporated, leaving behind a pit that extends deep underground.

In the next instant, streams of demonic energy overflowed, instantly filling the valley and covering everything.

Zhang Yuanzhu's divine sword trembled, unleashing sword energy. He raised his hand, ready to cleave through the demonic energy and charge out.

A very familiar pulling sensation appeared all over my body, just like the feeling of my body shifting when I encountered a pure white spire.

"Ruins?"

The young man swept his gaze over the demonic aura swirling around him.

The next moment, the sword light in his hand subsided and turned into a purplish-gold color.

call out!
The crimson shadow vanished from its spot, and the demonic mist dissipated as well.

Torches, strange rocks, thatched huts—all sorts of scenes flashed before his eyes.

Finally, the view settled on a tall, majestic stone wall.

The sky was overcast, and a strong wind was blowing.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the ground, his crimson robe fluttering like blood.

On either side of him, clusters of torches and lamps emitted a faint light.

Before him lay skeletons and remains, lifeless.

Zhang Yuanzhu scanned the dark and eerie scene, a smile appearing on his face.

Is it the ruins of a demonic or unorthodox sect?
He returned to familiar surroundings and felt a sense of warmth.

I took a step forward, leisurely moving towards the stone wall at the very front.

Crunch!Crunch!
They crushed the skeletons and searched for any remaining treasures.

Most of these corpses were human, but there were also monsters and other alien races.

After searching, they found nothing of use!
hum~
The stone wall trembled and became smooth and bright.

Lines of writing emerged on the stone wall, flowing out:

"The Ancient Spirit Wall can reflect the geniuses, prodigies, and freaks of the past and present, allowing them to fight against each other in the same realm, with some dying and others surviving."

The handwriting, faded and bloodstained, carried a sense of coldness and cruelty.

However, it did not cause the slightest ripple in Zhang Yuanzhu's heart.

No matter who it is, he will inevitably win at the same level; this is his belief.

Stab it!

The divine sword was planted in the ground, and he strode forward.

At the same time, the writing on the smooth stone wall slowly disappeared, and a touch of crimson emerged, spreading rapidly and coloring everything.

The next instant
Boo!
A loud and melodious bird song rang out, echoing across the sky and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing sun shot out from the stone wall and crashed forward with a roar.

Violent and ruthless!
Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes gleaming with a dark light, like black holes swallowing all the surrounding light.

These dark lights overflowed, intertwined and gathered, transforming into two demonic swords.

call out!call out!
In the blink of an eye, the demonic sword flashed, slashing towards the blazing sun.

The two approached each other at lightning speed; in less than a breath, the blazing sun and the demonic sword collided.

There was no stalemate, no deafening roar; the pitch-black demonic sword easily pierced through the crimson radiance and tore apart the great sun.

A mournful cry rang out, accompanied by falling feathers.

A crimson divine bird, resembling a phoenix but even more elegant and noble, with full plumage, retreated rapidly, hovering before the stone wall, gazing at the young man.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and snatched the black demonic sword, then looked up and uttered two words:
"Suzaku!"

This is also a sacred being of heaven and earth, no weaker than the Qilin or the True Dragon. If it grows up, it will surely possess the power of the Golden Core.

That explains why he was able to withstand a casual blow from him.

Boo!
The Vermilion Bird cried out, and ten thousand flames were born.

Scorching, icy, magnificent, and heavy, flames of all kinds intertwined and filled the sky.

With its wings spread wide, flames of various colors covered and converged into one, as if molten gold and crimson clouds were draped over its feathers.

Its beastly eyes were cold, and its wings flapped.

boom!
The figure descended rapidly, its wings resembling a guillotine falling from the heavens, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up, staring directly into those cold, beastly eyes, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Leaning slightly forward, an extremely simple movement.

Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and space all groaned under the weight, and the rolling waves of air mixed with the boundless spiritual energy were pushed aside and blown across the vast wilderness.

Such a scene was too terrifying; both Suzaku and the beings observing in the shadows were horrified.

The young man raised his arm and drew his sword.

cut!
A streak of dark light flashed, traversing the sky, tearing through wings, and slashing at the Vermilion Bird's body.

Stab it!

Blood, like lava, splattered down as a massive beast's skull was thrown down.

In an instant, the entire Vermilion Bird was cleaved into dust by the dark light.

bang~
The beast head rolled down in front of him, and Zhang Yuanzhu stepped on it, gazing at the stone wall in the distance:

"Too weak, let's bring some creatures worth seeing."

The stone wall remained silent and unresponsive.

However, the debris, feathers, and blood on the ground slowly dissipated and disappeared completely.

After a while.

Ta-ta-ta~
The dull sound of footsteps came from within the stone wall.

A figure gradually became clearer; it was a tall, imposing creature with flowing green hair and captivating eyes.

He stepped out from the stone wall and stood before the crimson figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the somewhat familiar face and chuckled:

"Muqiu Tian, ​​do you wish to fight me, a being of the same realm?"

(End of this chapter)