Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 442 The Obsessions and Resentments of Countless Living Beings, I Will Bear Them All on My Shoulders (4000)

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The purplish-gold blood flowed down his body, dripping onto the deck, only to be wiped away by the azure light.

The spiritual platform was mottled and filthy, its magical power nearly exhausted.

In my mind, a twelve-story glazed pagoda, dim and without light, slowly spiraled.

After forty-nine days of being cursed to death, Zhang Yuanzhu's body had reached its limit.

But those eyes shone brightly, more dazzling than the sun, burning with an intense fighting spirit.

He seemed to have seen through illusion, transcending layers of cause and effect, and saw a massive altar, countless cultivators sitting cross-legged, and a heroic young man standing with his sword.

"I can shoulder all the obsessions and resentments of countless living beings."

His voice was hoarse, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps speaking to the heavens.

Confidence remains, steadfastness is unwavering, and nothing has changed.

Fa Yan and Fa Ding gazed at the withered figure. The once handsome young man now resembled a skeleton in a leather bag, his crimson robes now stained with purple-gold blood.

Whether it's his vital energy, blood and qi, or even his magical power, it seems that Brother Dao is about to perish, perhaps in the next instant.

However, whether it was a matter of legal words or laws, they were full of confidence that their fellow Daoist could survive this tribulation.

After all, the young man was already in this state 19 days ago, and he endured it for more than half a month. Now, his condition is slightly better than it was 19 days ago.

the other side.

On the riverbed of the River of Departure, on the massive altar, only a handful of people remained, sitting cross-legged.

bang bang bang~
One figure after another exploded, turning into dust and disappearing without a trace.

Such a curse, involving countless lives and powerful beings, is a matter of life or death; there is absolutely no third way.

"Alas, it still falls short by a little."

The one-armed old man sighed, looking at the True Lord standing below the altar. He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

bang~
His body disintegrated, and all his blood, flesh, and essence flowed into the Xuan Banner.

A True Person at the peak of the Condensation Realm from Qingyang Daoist Academy has fallen.

The only remaining Taoist nun on the altar glanced over the empty space, her gaze finally settling on the young man in the green robe, her eyes filled with pleading:

“Senior True Lord, the pursuit, encirclement, and curse killings are always the work of our three Dao Academies. Xuan Yang will not know anything about them.”

The valiant young man looked up, his eyes swirling with profound Daoist charm, reflecting the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the grass and trees, and the mountains, as well as the woman's gaunt and emaciated appearance.

He lightly tapped the hilt of his sword with his ten fingers and slowly uttered a single word:
"Can!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Taoist nun showed a relieved expression. When a diviner is nearing death, they often see scenes that are neither real nor false.

It may be a dream or an illusion, or it may be real.

We must make arrangements to fight for that sliver of hope for the orthodox tradition.

bang~
His body disintegrated, and his essence of blood, flesh, and magic power vanished into the Xuan Banner.

At this point, the altar was empty, with only the black banners fluttering in the wind.

Click~
The banner was torn, the banner pole was broken, and a stream of extremely pure life essence flowed away along the path of cause and effect.

For a time, only a figure in green stood at the former site of Qingyangzhai.

Quiet and deathly still!
After an unknown amount of time, a barely perceptible whisper drifted away on the wind.

"is it wrong?"

In the center of Tianmengze, on the deck of a flying boat.

Chi Ying sat cross-legged, and suddenly a vast, pure life essence descended from the sky.

In an instant, flesh and blood were replenished, and tendons, bones, internal organs, and skin all radiated a luminous glow, and the injuries all over the body were rapidly healed.

With the surge of magical power, the mottled marks on the spiritual platform disappeared, the filth was washed away, and it regained its noble and sacred status.

Its spiritual awareness was active, and the twelve-story glazed pagoda shone brightly and dazzlingly, without a trace of dimness.

Furthermore, the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit continue to evolve towards becoming even stronger.

Zhang Yuanzhu only sensed these things briefly before paying no further attention, a smirk spreading across his face, a chilling killing intent emanating from his unrestrained expression.

"I won!"

"And you will soon taste true defeat!"

With repeated attacks and various methods of assassination, his heart is now filled with nothing but killing intent.

Close your eyes, look inward at your body, and perceive the changes within yourself.

At the same time, it manipulates the essence of life to nourish the body, temper the mind, and solidify the foundation.

Time passed second by second, and this transformation lasted for three whole days.

His body grew stronger and stronger, every drop of blood cheered, every muscle contained immense power, and his body took another step forward.

Moreover, his cultivation level has also improved significantly.

Realm: Foundation Establishment Level 9 (92.35%), is about to complete Foundation Establishment Level 9 and will soon be completely perfected in the Foundation Establishment realm.

And this is the effect after he used most of his life essence to enhance his physical body and refine his spiritual platform.

After all, even if one's cultivation reaches the peak of the first realm, without the complete Yin-Yang Tribulation Qi, one cannot break through and can only waste time. In this case, it is better to temper the spiritual platform and improve the physical body.

With his current level of cultivation, even with normal practice, he could reach the Foundation Establishment Perfection stage in no more than two months, without delaying his breakthrough.

However, neither the improvement in cultivation level nor the enhancement in physical body were the biggest gains from this curse killing.

Forty-nine days of life-or-death trials, walking on the edge of death every second, gave him a deeper understanding of the laws of yin and yang and life and death.

These are all foundational elements that will inevitably erupt when he breaks through to the Condensation Realm, propelling him forward rapidly.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind.

Call ~
He exhaled a soft breath and slowly opened his closed eyes.

stab~
Lightning flashed in the void, and a glint of light shone brightly, sweeping across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, making all living things as clear as lines on the palm of one's hand.

His gaze returned, falling to the ground, fixed on the body covered in a purple-gold blood-red hue.

In the blink of an eye, strands of Buddha's light emanated from his robes, washing away the bloodstains and leaving them clean and tidy.

He stood up, looked at the two women beside him, and his expression was gentle:

"Thank you both for your help these past few days."

"Compared to your struggle against the curse, we are merely traveling by flying boat, and we are protected by the corpse refiner, so it is nothing."

Fa Yan clasped her hands together, carefully examined the young man, sensed his aura, and after confirming that he was alright, she curved her red lips into a smile.

She stretched out her delicate hand, and a wooden box appeared, containing a small pile of stone powder.

“Brother Dao, these stone powders were all collected after the stone tablet was shattered that day.”

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, gazing at the wooden box.

It was the stone tablet that blocked the first and most vicious curse attack; otherwise, he would have had to use his [Special Feature] to take the fall.

A hand reached out and took the wooden box:
"I'm determined!"

Upon close examination of the stone powder, nothing was found; it was as if it were nothing more than ordinary stone powder.

crunch~
He closed the wooden box, put it out of the storage bag, and muttered to himself:
'Ye Jinxian!'

Did the other party foresee the calamity he would face, or was it just a coincidence?

The young man's eyes were deep, and he unconsciously looked towards the northwest, the direction where the Fallen Demon Mountain was located.

Only someone at his level could truly appreciate that Ye Jinxian's actions had already surpassed his own abilities.

Was it a stroke of luck? Or something else?
It seems that some things need to be clarified in person, and it's best to talk things out.

The young man's thoughts had already begun to speak:
"On the return journey, I will pilot the flying boat, and you two can focus on your cultivation."

He paused, his face turning cold and stern, and whispered:
"But before that, we need to crush a bedbug."

As his words drifted by, Zhang Yuanzhu slowly raised his arm, his five fingers spread wide, and strands of purple lightning flickered and flowed at his fingertips.

Crackling~
Thunderclaps and lightning crisscrossed, transforming in an instant into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and covered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Each finger is like a great mountain, stretching from heaven to earth, majestic and ancient.

Such a scene was so terrifying that it made people tremble. Within a thousand miles, figures knelt down and worshipped as if they were worshipping a god.

At the same time, within a hundred miles of the flying boat, a series of shrill screams rang out, then fell silent. One after another, charred insect corpses appeared, turning to ashes under the lightning.

"The Soul-Eating Poison Palace's poisonous insects, when did they appear?" Fa Ding exclaimed in surprise.

These poisonous insects were all formidable, and they gathered around the airship without her and her junior sister noticing them at all.

Fayan clasped his hands together, and ripples stirred in the depths of his eyes.

She watched as the charred insect corpses fell like rain, and a sense of relief flashed through her mind.

If these poisonous insects were to attack the flying boat while the Daoist was resisting the curse, it would cause immense trouble.

"Roar!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is a misunderstanding. Please do not take action."

A roar, like a thunderclap, erupted.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man wearing a dark red cloak and with a pale face appeared out of thin air, looking up.

A pair of eyes revealed fear as they stared at the overwhelming hand.

squeak~
A hoarse insect-like cry erupted from its body, and clusters of multicolored mist bloomed, gathered, and intertwined, transforming into a colorful centipede.

The centipede was enormous, its body covered in poisonous mist and insects. The moment it appeared, the space itself began to corrode and melt away bit by bit.

The middle-aged man clasped his hands together, and the colorful centipede swelled in the wind, roaring towards the sky.

He himself didn't even look at the attack; his body exploded, turning into streaks of poisonous mist, and he fled in all directions.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh echoed across the vast land.

Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly pressed down with his arm.

Boom!

The giant hand slammed down, the centipede exploded, the poisonous mist vanished, the poisonous insects turned to ashes, and the mountains and rivers were destroyed.

All the five poisonous creatures and the poisonous fog vanished in an instant.

In the sky and on the ground, only a figure wearing a dark red cloak stumbled out and was held in a palm.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you devil."

The middle-aged man roared to the sky, the person in front of him was too domineering, and he immediately attacked at the slightest sign of something amiss, destroying thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, trying to kill him.

In this desperate situation, the middle-aged figure suddenly leaped forward.

The skin simply peeled away and disappeared into the distance.

"Huh! Painted Skin?"

The young man chuckled softly, opened his palm, and casually grabbed at something.

The fleeing figure was once again caught in his palm.

It was simple and easy, leaving no room for resistance.

His five fingers trembled slightly, and lightning flashed.

Crackling~
His bones and tendons were broken, his flesh was torn apart, and even his nine-layered spiritual platform was shattered.

In less than a breath, a True Person at the fourth step of the Condensation Realm was completely destroyed, losing all resistance.

bang~
The charred figure was thrown onto the deck, its body twisted irregularly.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked down, his expression indifferent, and spoke:
"Whether it's the Five Poisons lineage of the Soul-Eating Poison Hall or the Skin-Painting Peak of the Puppet Sect, how should I address them?"

The middle-aged man felt his mind collapsing, his bones shattered into pieces; he was already ruined.

"Hehe, since you have some guesses about my identity, do you think I will respond?"

He strained to look up, as if making eye contact with the man.

Once he falls into this person's hands, he's doomed, without a doubt.

Snapped!
With one foot stomping on his neck, the middle-aged man slightly raised his head and slammed it onto the deck.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Fayan beside him and asked directly:
"Is there any way to get this person to answer truthfully?"

Upon hearing this, Fa Yan slowly walked to the young man's side, gazing at the charred figure that resembled a dead dog.

"There are some special elixirs that, when combined with Buddhist magic, can make them respond."

"However, this person is, after all, a fourth-step True Person of the Condensation Realm, with a powerful spiritual sense. He needs your help to suppress him for the spells to be effective."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

"it is good."

In his mind, the twelve-story glazed pagoda trembled, and streams of spiritual energy surged forth, flowing towards the middle-aged man's brow.

Boom~
The radiant light of crystal surged forward, suppressing the already weakened spiritual consciousness of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, Fa Yan took out a golden pill from his pocket, flicked it with his fingertip, and it turned into light and merged into the middle-aged man's body.

The woman raised her arms and formed a mudra, as if in reverence or worship.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's eyes glazed over, and he stopped struggling.

"Brother Dao, it will take about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently tapped his forehead.

He lowered his hand, looked at the middle-aged man, and spoke directly:
What is your purpose in coming here?

The middle-aged man's eyes were vacant, and his hoarse voice slowly drifted out:

"I came to investigate the cause of Chong Xue's death. To prevent the secrets of the ruins from being leaked, I will kill weak opponents directly and return immediately if they are strong."

"Secrets of the ruins?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

"Rumors suggest that it is related to the drying up of Tianmengze in the previous era, and that it involves an extremely powerful figure. It is currently being investigated by the five Supreme Elders of the Five Poisons lineage of the Soul-Eating Poison Hall."

The middle-aged man recounted the story in great detail, but unfortunately, there were some things he himself didn't understand.

The young man listened attentively in silence, his eyes filled with thought.

If it is truly related to the drying up of Tianmengze, and involves an area of ​​millions of miles, then its power must be at least at the level of a Dao Lord or Bodhisattva.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, and finally settled into silence.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the long ruler with his five fingers and asked again:

“If the ruins were in Tianmeng Marsh, you should have found the flying boat long ago. Why did it only appear nearby a few days ago?”

Nearly two months have passed since that insect Xue died, so the other party's speed is not too slow.

In an instant, the middle-aged Taoist's face twitched, his eyes filled with struggle, and drops of blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Fayan frowned slightly, his palm forming a series of hand seals, and he uttered a low shout:

"Say!"

In an instant, a hoarse voice echoed across the airship:
"The pursuit is secondary; the most important thing is to relay the message back to the Puppet Sect as ordered."

"Of course, I also sensed the aura of Zhang Yuanzhu from the unorthodox sect at the place where Chong Xue died, and sent it back to the sect."

The young man's lips curled into a smile, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet.

bang~
Blood and bone exploded, and the entire body turned into a cloud of blood mist.

He reached out his palm, gently beckoned, and the blood mist gathered, which he then sent into the coffin.

"Brother Dao, this involves ruins beyond the Golden Core stage. Shall we take a trip there?"

Fayan's beautiful eyes shone with Buddhist wisdom, and her arms fell naturally to her waist.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, looked south, and replied softly:

"We're not far from the Southern Desert. Let's escort you back first."

"Several years have passed along this journey, and we should not delay any longer!"

The two, Fa Yan and Fa Ding, exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

"Listen to what Brother Dao says."

(End of this chapter)