Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 439 The Unexpected Person at the Heavenly Dream Marsh (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu placed the evil energy into his robes:
"I will take this opportunity to comprehend the corresponding laws within the malevolent energy, and I will trouble you, fellow Daoist, with the matter of controlling the flying boat."

"Brother, please focus on your cultivation. Your senior sister and I are here for you."

Upon hearing this, the young man turned around, holding the battle flag, and walked towards the stern of the ship.

tower!
Stopping in his tracks, he raised his free hand, and a dusty gray stone tablet appeared.

His gaze fell, fixed on the ordinary stone tablet, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

This is a secret treasure given to me by Ye Jinxian. It can obscure cause and effect and resist deduction. It is just right to play its role now.

With palm raised, the stone tablet fell.

slap~
In an instant, the stone tablet merged into the deck, and invisible ripples caressed every inch of the flying boat.

The bow and the stern of the boat simultaneously looked up, casting their gaze toward the stern.

Is cause and effect blurred?

The woman muttered to herself.

At this moment, she and the flying boat itself seemed to not exist in the world.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the stern of the boat, quietly sensing the changes in the flying boat, and nodded slightly.

In this way, the three of them will be safer and more discreet.

Next, it's time to tally up the spoils of this battle.

Holding the Blood Demon Banner, he gently swayed it.

Three corpses appeared on the deck.

One was an old Taoist priest with white hair, one was a sword cultivator in plain clothes who had just fallen, and one was a young man in red robes. In their lifetimes, they were all true cultivators at the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm.

He slapped the storage bag with his palm, and the coffin appeared.

The coffin was pitch black, shrouded in a mist of blood, but instead of giving off an eerie feeling, it exuded grandeur and majesty.

A light flick of the fingertips.

Crunch!

The coffin lid was opened, and a tremendous suction force emerged.

In an instant, flesh and bones turned into a torrent, all rushing into the coffin.

roar~
An excited roar came from the coffin, and the blood mist on the coffin grew even thicker.

Feeling the pleasure emanating from the blood corpse, Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and gently pulled.

Close the coffin!

"The remains of three fifth-step Qi Condensation Realm cultivators, plus the flesh and blood of many righteous cultivators, are enough to make the Refined Corpse much stronger."

The young man turned his gaze away from the coffin, chose a relatively open space, sat down cross-legged, and flicked his sleeves.

A streak of light flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of him.

It was a long sword covered in cracks, the weapon of a Sword Master.

He reached out and lightly grasped the sword hilt, carefully observing and sensing it.

In his mind, the twelve-story glazed pagoda trembled, and streams of spiritual energy burst forth, surging into the longsword and probing out with all its might.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

"A wild goose leaves its cry as it flies past, and a person leaves their mark as they pass by. A replica that once contained the intent of the Sky-Splitting Sword will naturally also leave traces of that intent."

The youth whispered.

The glazed pagoda trembled violently, and countless spiritual senses surged forth, probing into the deepest part of the longsword.

Gradually, he 'saw' the inexplicable remnants of sword intent, which shone brightly and magnificently, burning like candlelight.

'Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent!'

He murmured to himself, his smile widening.

The sword intent of one of the seven famous swords of Jianmen, though barely a trace remains, is still a piece...

Use a good whetstone!
Spiritual awareness, like clouds and mist, enveloped the remnants of sword intent.

bang bang bang~
In an instant, the vast expanse of clouds and mist vanished, but even more spiritual consciousness surged in, covering the remnants of sword intent and dragging it toward the mind.

Time ticked by, and a wisp of 'candlelight' was forcibly dragged into my mind.

boom!
The candle flames surged, transforming into raging flames, and an extremely bright divine sword emerged from the flames.

Sword energy surged forth, its sharpness fully revealed!
The twelve-story glazed pagoda trembled slightly, and a golden ripple was generated, spreading and protecting the mind.

The next moment, a knife appeared in front of the divine sword.

The hilt is simple and unadorned, the blade is crimson red, and engraved with a red dragon pattern.

hum~
The long sword trembled slightly, its blade flashing with a chilling light.

A sword and a blade, facing each other in a standoff.

In the next instant, the sword thrust and the knife slashed, and the two collided violently.

Stab it!

Amidst the deafening roar, the divine sword and the longsword clashed wildly, their sword energy and blade light eroding each other.

Two breaths later…

Click!

The blade is cracked and has fissures.

Five breaths later, cracks covered the blade and spread to the hilt.

Seven breaths later, the longsword exploded with a bang, scattering fragments that disappeared without a trace.

And in the next moment.

roar~
A dragon roar sounded.

A crimson dragon emerged from the sky, its scales menacing, its eyes icy cold, gazing down.

kill!

The dragon roared out and lunged downwards to devour it.

The divine sword trembled slightly, its sword intent burst forth, soaring into the air and slashing upwards against the sky.

broken!

broken!!
Still broken!!!

From head to tail, from scales to bones, everything was torn apart, dragon blood spilled, and then it disappeared.

After that.

Roar roar~
As dragon roars resounded, crimson dragons emerged from the darkness, hunting the divine sword.

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, and scales and armor fell off everywhere.

On the flying boat, Zhang Yuanzhu watched the clash between the sword intent and the saber intent in his mind.

He gains new insights every moment.

"By honing your swordsmanship in this way, you will surely reap great rewards."

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a triumphant smile.

Such slight mistakes, which would be a trial that damages his spiritual consciousness, are like a gentle spring breeze to him, nothing serious.

Lost in thought, his gaze fell upon the longsword, now devoid of any trace of sword intent.

Even though the sword is damaged, it is still a high-grade weapon and is extremely valuable, a rare find in the world.

He reached back and carried the replica of the Sky-Splitting Sword on his back.

Then, he took out the wooden box containing the evil energy from his pocket.

Lightly tap with five fingers.

Click~
The wooden box was opened, and black and white energies surged out from the gaps.

Life and death, yin and yang, the laws of yin and yang endlessly revolve within the malevolent energy.

In the blink of an eye, the black and white energies covered his palm and spread towards his arm.

The young man closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on understanding.

In that instant, the malevolent energy stopped clinging and began to retreat, converging towards the palm and flowing back into the stone box.

Since embarking on my spiritual practice, the path I have chosen and prepared is now easier and smoother than ever before.

The ice techniques of the Qi Condensation Realm and the fire techniques of the Qi Refining Realm, the life and destruction of the two pairs of pupils, the birth and annihilation of lightning... so much preparation has now been transformed into resources for comprehending the laws of Yin and Yang.

His understanding of the laws within the Yin-Yang Calamity Qi deepened visibly with each passing moment.

Simple and easy, without any obstacles.

Time passed by, and it wasn't until three hours later that Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his malevolent aura and closed the stone box.

Then, he began practicing the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost" to increase his cultivation level.

From then on, he spent six hours each day sensing the killing energy and six hours practicing his cultivation techniques, while constantly honing his sword intent. Zhang Yuanzhu was completely immersed in cultivation, continuously growing stronger and moving towards the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment realm.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the incessant thunder also disappeared, revealing a patch of green at the edge of the world.

The flying boat traversed the sky, speeding forward.

Three figures stood side by side at the bow of the boat, gazing at the lush greenery.

"This is Tianmeng Marsh. The environment is acceptable, but..."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, as if touching something, and slowly spoke:
"The spiritual energy is extremely scarce, even less than that of Ancient Cliff Mountain."

With her hands clasped together, she turned her gaze from the handsome young man's face to the distant jungle, her red lips slightly parted:

"Otherwise, why would Qingyangzhai and the Buddhist sects have abandoned this area and not sent anyone to guard it?"

It is precisely because Tianmengze lacks spiritual energy and has few spiritual objects that it has become an area without the jurisdiction of any major power, and a gathering place for rogue cultivators and sinners.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, gazing at the vast forest and sensing the faint energy within it.

The legal hand slowly falls to the ground, hanging naturally at the waist, eyes looking forward, but attention always focused on the sides.

Fire and ice, life and death, destruction and life, constantly revolve, yet merge into one.

Such an aura undoubtedly stems from an understanding of the principles of Yin and Yang.

It's only been a month, yet Brother Dao has already achieved such a feat, which is astonishing.

"Brother Dao's talent is already astonishing, and he is also in harmony with the Yin-Yang principle. I'm afraid it won't be long before he comprehends the Yin-Yang laws and is able to guide the evil energy."

He exclaimed in admiration, his eyes filled with respect.

"It won't be long?"

Chi Ying chuckled softly, her tone enigmatic.

Fayan glanced at her senior sister, a hint of helplessness appearing on her pretty face, her red lips slightly parted:

"Senior sister, Dao brother has successfully comprehended the Yin-Yang Law. If his cultivation is sufficient and his baleful aura is complete, he can break through now and become a True Person."

The legal pupils constrict slightly, and comprehending the laws is a difficult hurdle in the Foundation Establishment stage. Many geniuses are stuck at this step and cannot break through.

The principles of Yin and Yang are undoubtedly among the most profound and difficult to comprehend.

Of course, she didn't think this level would trap the Daoist, but he should at least stay there for a short while.

You should know that it has only been about thirty days since you obtained the evil energy.

Call ~
She let out a soft breath, a look of relief appearing on her face.

"It is this humble nun who has underestimated you, fellow Daoist!"

As for breaking through the barrier of condensed evil spirits, neither the Dharma words nor the laws were mentioned.

Because that's nothing to your brother, he can definitely break through.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand from mid-air and lightly gripped the ship's railing with his five fingers.

“Since I began my practice, I have been constantly learning about and trying this path, so this speed is not surprising.”

His voice was gentle, like a warm spring breeze, soothing the turbulent emotions in the two women's hearts.

The young man's gaze remained fixed on this area, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"This region is somewhat special."

Following the young man's movements, Fa Yan stretched out his hands and gently grasped the boat railing.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the monk's robes to flutter, and a soft female voice slowly carried on:
"I have consulted ancient texts. Long ago, this place was a body of water, a region far more vast and prosperous than the outer star sea of ​​Fallen Demon Mountain. Unfortunately..."

"It's dried up!"

Fa Yan looked regretful, his voice low.

"The ancient books do not explain the reason, but only record one sentence."

Her expression was solemn as she softly chanted the Buddhist mantra before speaking in a low voice:
"The dust of the vast sea eventually sees its bottom, the turtles weep and the dragons grieve, and the ancient waves are extinguished in a single night."

His words were tinged with deep sorrow.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and gave Fayan a deep look.

This fellow Daoist of mine knows quite a lot.

"Millions of miles of desert dried up in a single day. If this is true, it must be either a change in the heavens or the intervention of the strongest being."

After a pause, the young man slightly bent his five fingers and lightly tapped the ship's railing with his knuckles, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"The past is already set in stone, but now is the era we should seize."

"No need to overthink it. If you have enough power, all doubts will be resolved!"

His voice was calm and confident.

Over the past month, he not only comprehended the laws of Yin and Yang, but his own sword intent also became increasingly powerful under the tempering of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent.

He is getting stronger at an incredible speed!
The speedboat sped forward, and the greenery at the horizon came into view.

Ancient trees, swamps, wild animals in the mud, and villages formed by rammed swamps—all these scenes came to mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanzhu and Fayan both looked toward the nearest village, or rather, at the old man in blue robes holding a folding fan in front of the village.

The old man was thin and frail, but his face was dignified and compassionate.

This was someone who should never have appeared in Tianmengze, yet at this moment, he stood before the village like an ordinary mortal.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and mysterious, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

He knew this old man very well; they had met at the teahouse in the sacred city of Qingmu Mountain. He had brought him Kong Ding's relics, and the old man had promised to bury a formation plate within a hundred miles of Qingyangzhai.

However, this person broke his promise!
The moment the old man in blue saw the flying boat, he took a step forward, ascended into the sky, and stood in front of it.

Blue robes fluttering, white hair dancing in the air.

Snapped!
With a gentle wave of his hand, the folding fan opened.

"This humble monk, Kongyu, is truly fortunate to see you again, young benefactor, here."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, gently grasping the measuring ruler, his smile deepening.

"The old monk's methods are quite remarkable. Even though he blurred the cause and effect and isolated the energy flow, he still managed to block us here."

Kong Yu frowned slightly. The young man before him did not show him the initial respect, but instead showed hostility.

He gently waved his folding fan, and the raging wind dissipated.

“This humble monk knew of your journey home and was simply waiting here in advance; I was not trying to obstruct you.”

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, staring indifferently at the old man.

The next moment, with a light stomp of the foot, the flying boat slowly moved forward.

"Whether you wait or obstruct, if the old monk stands before the boat again, blocking the way home, then he is an enemy. Now."

"leave!"

A low drink.

Layers of sound waves scattered and flowed, creating folds in the space.

Bang bang bang~
The old man took three steps back, each step tearing the space apart and leaving dark, deep footprints in the sky.

Kong Yu stared in horror at the red figure standing with a ruler in his hand. It had only been a short time since their last meeting, how could he have become so powerful? No wonder he could stir up such waves on the riverbed of the River of Departure.

Call ~
The old man exhaled a breath of stale air, his expression hardening. He closed his folding fan, clasped his hands together, and prepared to take a step.

"Master Kongyu, do not make a mistake for yourself."

A woman's voice came from the flying boat.

Fayan placed his hands on the boat railing, his eyes radiating Buddhist light, and uttered each word carefully:
"We have come a long way, slaying all our enemies, not even the strongest experts at the peak of the Condensation Realm."

"Retreat now!"

The voice was indifferent, yet it carried a hint of persuasion.

The old man in blue robes seemed not to hear him and continued to walk forward through the air.

With one step, three thousand white hairs fell away.

With two steps, the blue Taoist robe transformed into a golden kasaya.

He took three steps forward, blocking the airship's path, his hands clasped together, his eyes wide with fury:

"I have some doubts, please enlighten me!"

Before the young man could respond, he spoke again:
"Does the benefactor know that since the explosion at Qingyangzhai and the fall of the Golden Core True Monarch, how many ordinary people have died, and how many righteous cultivators have been condemned to the Netherworld?"

“Millions, tens of millions, hundreds of billions. The world is in turmoil, war is raging. This crisis is caused by many factors, and you alone account for ninety percent of it.”

"Such a sin, do you not feel even the slightest remorse or desire to make amends?"

Rays of Buddhist light emanated from Kongyu's body, solemn and sacred, carrying the compassion to save all beings.

"If you are willing to turn back and admit your mistakes, there is plenty of support behind you."

"the other side!"

(End of this chapter)