Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 443 How dare you, a traitor, appear before me! (4000)

The sun was hidden, and the drizzle was sparse.

A flying boat emitting a faint Buddhist light traversed the sky, speeding southward.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the boat, the patterns of the Gui Cang talisman in his bosom shimmering, and an inexplicable aura surging forth, concealing his presence and causality.

The stone tablet was damaged, so the only way to cover up the traces was to use the golden elixir talisman given by Ruan Qing.

The young man's arms hung naturally as he gazed at the coffin placed before him, shrouded in a mist of blood, sensing the power it contained.

His double pupils were deep and his face held a smile.

Feeding himself on the flesh and blood of countless powerful beings, and further enhanced by precious blood and fruits, the Corpse Refiner finally reached the end of the fourth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, and could now attempt a breakthrough.

If he could reach the peak of the Condensing Qi Realm, it would be a great help to him.

In a moment of thought, he raised his arms and cast a magic seal.

crunch~
The coffin lid was opened, and wisps of blood mist surged out, spreading in all directions, only to be blocked within ten feet by the surrounding array.

Hehe~ Woohoo~
The sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling also emanated from the burst of blood mist.

Until a burly figure rose from the coffin, all the sinister and eerie sounds dissipated.

The crimson mist that filled the surroundings also surged into the corpse as the figure stepped out of the coffin.

Ta-ta-ta~
Heavy footsteps echoed within the formation until, three steps away from the crimson shadow, the blood mist vanished, revealing the true form of the refined corpse.

A humanoid creature with dragon horns and a face inlaid with scales stood respectfully on the deck:

"My Lord...!"

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the refining corpse.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm as he carefully examined the refined corpse.

As for the other party speaking, he was not too surprised. After all, it was a being in the Condensation Realm, which already possessed basic intelligence and would become more and more intelligent as its cultivation level increased.

If one breaks through to the Golden Core realm, it is not impossible to be reborn from the dead and become a normal living being.

Of course, these are just speculations. Even he could only see the moon in a well or flowers in the fog; he didn't really know what was so mysterious about the Golden Core realm.

"let's start."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke and dispelled the formation.

"Yes..., Lord..."

The corpse nodded and sat down cross-legged.

boom!
A surge of corpse energy erupted, like a pillar of heaven, piercing through the sky and reaching the very edge of the firmament.

The corpse-refining aura was no longer concealed in the slightest, and the entire area within eight hundred miles was shrouded in corpse energy. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and all the rain disappeared.

Wow~Wow~
Within the dantian, the shackles that had been sealing the nine layers of the spiritual platform contracted and disappeared one by one, and the restrictions were completely lifted.

The malevolent energy covering the eight layers of the spiritual platform began to boil and twist, emitting sharp shrieks. Streams of corpse energy surged and intertwined with the malevolent energy, and then…

down!

down!!
Go further down!!!
Dragged down by the will of the corpse refiner, the malevolent energy began to climb downwards little by little, but it could not advance even an inch.

The malevolent energy surged, and the corpse energy roared, crashing downwards time and time again, trying to corrupt the first layer of the spiritual platform.

Time passed by, minute by minute, until seven days and seven nights had gone by.

Click~
The invisible shackles shattered, and the malevolent energy seeped into the first layer of the spiritual platform, even if it was only a trace.

The power of the corpse refining process also began to surge, and the corpse energy and flesh began to transform and improve.

roar~
The corpse roared to the sky, its corpse energy surging forth, compressed and condensed, as deep and eerie as blood jade.

Its body began to lengthen, and patches of blood-red scales formed. The dragon horns on its head grew sharper and sharper, like two peerless divine swords, as if they wanted to pierce the sky.

In an instant, a 'blood-red dragon' appeared in front of Chi Ying, exuding a domineering dragon aura.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the soaring blood dragon, his double pupils seeing through illusions, and 'saw' the boiling dragon blood inside the corpse.

"Dragon blood is pure and can transform into a blood dragon, so it's not bad."

The young man whispered, raised his palm, and his five fingers moved to form an ancient hand seal.

Wow~Wow~
The sound of chains sliding echoed in the Blood Dragon's dantian.

In an instant, the flying corpse froze, then transformed into human form and landed on the deck.

With hands clasped in a respectful gesture:
"With the Lord's help, I was fortunate enough to break through."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes, gazing at the refined corpse that was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary living being.

The seal faded, and he waved his sleeves.

The corpse immediately got up, walked towards the coffin, lay down inside, and closed the coffin lid.

In the next instant, the black coffin shrank and disappeared into the storage bag.

At this moment, Fa Yan appeared beside the young man, looking solemnly at the storage bag at his waist:

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on gaining another ally, however..."

After a pause, the woman spoke again:
"At the fifth stage of the Condensing Evil Realm, the Corpse Refining Realm, one's intelligence is no different from that of an ordinary person. All those with intelligence are unwilling to be controlled by others."

Zhang Yuanzhu patted the storage bag with his palm, his expression gentle, and chuckled softly:
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist. I will pay attention."

Fa Yan nodded slightly. With your talent, brother, since you've already given me a heads-up, there shouldn't be any more surprises.

At that moment, Fa Guang also walked from the stern of the ship, stood beside the two of them, and looked ahead.

Her brow furrowed, and she murmured to herself:

"This is... a city?"

At the edge of the sky, a dark shadow appeared, becoming clearer as the flying boat moved forward.

A majestic city stands between heaven and earth.

The city walls were dark, with armored soldiers standing guard on all sides, while cultivators and mortals constantly entered and exited the city gates.

Even across the vast sky, one can still hear the noise and laughter, and feel the bustling atmosphere of the mortal world.

"How could there be such a cultivator's immortal city in Tianmengze?"

Fa Yan frowned slightly, his eyes revealing doubt.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the measuring ruler, surveyed the city, looked down at all the living beings in the city, and sighed softly.

"Demonic cultivators should indeed be exterminated."

The words were indifferent, drifting down and clearly reaching every corner of the city.

In the next instant, figures entering and leaving the city, scholars drinking tea and discussing, burly men singing wildly, noble ladies sitting on strange beasts... all the creatures in the city looked up, their faces strange and blank:
"That's a misconception. In this world, when it comes to killing and slaughter, who can compare to you—"

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

Millions of living beings spoke in unison, their voices layered upon each other, spreading and flowing, echoing across the heavens and the earth.

The two women stared at the densely packed figures in the city, their eyes first filled with horror, then turning icy cold.

This is a ruthless act that slaughters millions of lives, trapping their remaining souls within a tiny space.
"The Demonic Thief..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a low shout.

"kill!"

A figure, as red as fire, took a step forward.

The nine-layered spiritual platform trembled, and the magical power around him surged forth, shaking the space.

A fiery serpent, ten thousand feet long, appeared and coiled on the ground.

Its scales were crimson, covered in flames, and its serpentine eyes were cold and merciless as it gazed at the dark city.

This is the Fire Serpent Technique!

hiss~
With a piercing roar, the mountains and earth exploded simultaneously, the majestic city shook, and figures turned to ashes.

The next moment, the snake's head shot forward, suddenly leaping out like a mountain range shifting and crushing everything in its path.

tyrannical and violent!
At the same time, all living beings in the city raised their arms and formed hand seals.

In an instant, the shaking city stopped, and wisps of black mist appeared, filling every tiny corner of the city.

Wherever the fog passed, figures trembled, skin changed, becoming pale and rough; even the city turned pale under the fog.

Paper figures with rosy cheeks and eerie smiles stood within the paper city, gazing at the fire serpent.

In less than a breath, the majestic city had become a dead city.

The paper city soared into the air, carrying countless paper figures as it followed the black mist and crashed into the fire serpent.

The two traversed the vast sky, continuously…

Closer! Closer!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!
stab~
The fire snakes roared, the giant city trembled, layers of black mist vanished, and flames went out one after another.

In an instant, the two collided more than a hundred times.

Finally, the city wall tore apart, and the paper figures turned to ashes.

The entire city became a vast sea of ​​fire, burning rapidly.

However, the fire serpent had shrunk considerably and was moving through the city.

At this moment, a short figure shrouded in a black robe appeared out of thin air, gazing at the long serpent crisscrossing the sea of ​​fire.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, he flicked his sleeve.

The billowing black fog, like a vast ocean overturning, submerged the fire serpent along with the city.

The man in black robes raised his head, revealing a wrinkled face and eyes that reflected the handsome young man.

“This is how a junior disciple greets his elders after not seeing them for so long.”

"Nephew/Master?"

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, casually draped his arm over the long, white ruler, and chuckled:

"The Paper Doll Dao Lineage, also known as the Paper Doll Peak."

With a slight tilt of his body, a seemingly simple movement generated a massive airwave that swept across the vast expanse, causing the entire space to tremble and creak under its strain.

"A rebellious person clinging to life..."

Boom~
Hundreds of miles of space were torn apart, and fragments of space streaked across the sky like meteors, tearing apart the earth, sweeping away the dust and revealing the pitch-black void.

"You dare show your face in front of me!"

Roar roar~
Nine dragon roars followed in succession, and one after another, thunderous dragons emerged from all directions, surrounding the short old man.

Nine thunder dragons, each spanning hundreds of miles of void, their purple-gold scales gleaming with lightning, their faces ferocious, their eyes cold and piercing, carrying a murderous intent.

Nine Thunder Dragons Met!

The spells obtained from the Azure Thunder lineage unleashed terrifying power at this moment, reaching a height that none of the Azure Thunder lineage's predecessors had ever achieved.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent as he watched the nine dragons surrounding the old man. He lowered his hand, grasped the azure thunder pearl at his waist, and casually tossed it aside.

In an instant, a pale, thunderous sun descended upon the void.

Nine dragons roared, swaying their bodies, guarding the thunderous sun...

kill!

The old man in black robes looked solemn, his initial composure gone. In just a few years, he realized that the Zhuoyang lineage, once an insignificant ant, had become so powerful.

We cannot allow him to continue growing up today, no matter what.

As thoughts drifted, layers of black mist emerged, and pale paper shadows appeared and disappeared in the mist, scattering and surging outwards.

In an instant, the two attacks crossed the void and collided fiercely.

Boom! Roar!
Thunder flashed, black mist surged; the daylight shone brightly, and the paper figures were sinister.

The two sides are engaged in the fiercest battles, eroding each other's strength.

The old man's expression was ferocious as he stared at the retreating black mist and the thunder dragon that sealed off space and time, blocking all escape routes.

Even with an overestimation, they still underestimated the former seventh person of the sect.

The opponent, relying solely on magic, put him, a peak-level Qi Condensation cultivator, at a complete disadvantage.

We must kill them immediately!

Huhuhu~
The howling wind interrupted the old man's thoughts. Looking around, he saw snow falling heavily, the sky a vast expanse of white, and the black mist completely dissipated.

One by one, red lotuses bloom, each petal lifelike, crystal clear, dancing in the snowflakes.

Snowflakes fluttered down, red lotuses rose, and nine dragons chased the sun—a breathtaking spectacle that captivated the heart.

Yet it also contains a resolute killing intent!
Layers of wind and snow gathered around the red lotus, swarming towards the short, dark figure.

Nine dragons roared, propelling the great sun forward to strike the enemy.

boom!
Boom!

Rumble!
A deafening roar continued to ring out.

Flames erupted, black mist surged forth, accompanied by roars and screams, and blood splattered everywhere.

A figure staggered backward, blood streaming down, staining the void crimson.

The old man's black robe was already torn, his skin was charred in large patches, and his breath was weak.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you deserve to die!"

The old man roared, but had not yet made a move.

A fair hand had already crossed the sky and was striking down.

Her palms were fair and radiant, with a faint glow. Every finger was flawless, like a precious jade.

He spread his five fingers, encompassing the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, and pressed them against the old man's head.

There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid.

The crisis of death, growing wildly from within, caused the old man's body to tremble and his face to contort into a grotesque grimace.

Ah!
He roared desperately, his head tilting to the side.

At the same time, a dark gold short stick flew out from his bosom.

The short stick is no more than seven inches long, and it is engraved with dense patterns, exuding a mysterious energy that is in harmony with heaven and earth.

"magic weapon?"

A soft laugh echoed in the old man's ears.

In the next instant, their hands clasped together, and a scarlet battle flag appeared, which they brought down upon them.

Clang~ Bang~
The sounds of metal clashing and flesh tearing rang out almost simultaneously.

The dark gold short stick flew backward, and half of the old man's body turned into blood mist in the aftershock of the collision.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, his crimson robe billowing like fire, the Blood Demon Banner fluttering as he swept out.

Violent and cruel, it sought to extinguish the last vestige of its enemy's life.

The old man collapsed into the void, his eyes filled with despair.

He was defeated; whether it was a battle of spells or a clash of magical artifacts, he was at a complete disadvantage.

The young man's fighting skills were too formidable; compared to him, I seemed like a child.

Hey~
A soft sigh emanated from the old man's body.

In an instant, the wind stopped, the clouds ceased to flow, and the void fell into silence.

A mysterious aura emanated from the old man, merging with the void, profound and extraordinary.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable, and the battle flag in his hand trembled slightly as he swept it out with an even more violent posture.

A dark gold short staff suddenly appeared, blocking the battle flag.

Dang~
Amidst the deafening crash, ripples spread through the void, shattering distant spaces and spreading outwards.

"Young friend, why get so angry?"

A gentle voice echoed in the void, smoothing the ripples and bridging the space.

The old man, who should have been half-dead, stood up at some point.

Flesh and blood writhed, bones grew, skin reappeared, and in an instant, the old man was completely whole again.

He extended his hand, lightly grasped the short stick, and toyed with it in his palm, his face gentle.
"The Shattering Dao Staff was forged by a prodigy from a branch of the Paper Doll Peak who fled. It does have some merit, but unfortunately, it did not understand the will of Heaven and refused to return to the lineage, resulting in its death and the dissipation of its Dao."

"After thousands of years, the branch lineage returns, and it is no different from the original one."

The old man sighed, turning his gaze from the short club to look straight ahead:

"My subordinates are incompetent; please excuse my poor performance."

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the flagpole tightly with his five fingers, his double pupils half-closed, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"Golden Core True Monarch!"

"I am but a wisp of spiritual consciousness here, wanting to take a look at the demeanor of this demonic genius who has caused chaos in the world."

Now that I've seen it, I only have one question...

The old man's one arm hung down, while the other gripped a dark gold short stick tightly. His gentle expression vanished, replaced by indifference.

"Young friend, do you want to live or die?"

(End of this chapter)