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Chapter 454 The Seven Treasures Technique, The Road to the Future, Traces of the Golden Core (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by lush, vibrant forests, with specks of blue light emanating and converging on his slender body.

A moment later, the blue light flowed out from the youth's body and returned to the trees.

This continued until he finished his practice.

With palms outstretched and fingers spread, red, blue, purple, and cyan light emanates from the fingertips, creating a dreamlike effect.

Amidst the interplay of various colors of light, it was as if countless worlds were being created and then destroyed, dazzling and magnificent.

It also resembled a radiance woven from countless runes, mysterious and serene.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his double pupils, observing carefully. A ripple of emotion appeared deep within his eyes as he slowly uttered a few words:
"Seven Treasures Wonderful Technique!"

The supernatural powers that had been present in the depths of his mind since he came into this world could now be truly used after he entered the Condensing Evil Realm and completed the transformation of his foundation.

Or, to put it another way, it can be used as a tactic of warfare.

Even the most basic use is enough to be one of his trump cards.

The young man looked solemn as he recalled the scene of Jiang Shuicheng's first encounter with supernatural powers on a snowy night.

Just thinking about the Seven Treasures Magic Technique, and the grand scene of sweeping away countless gods and Buddhas, billions of living beings, and layers of time and space.

His eyes blazed with an intense fighting spirit.

If the Seven Treasures Mystic Arts can achieve this level, then the Southern Heavenly Gate, the Qiankun Seal, and the Red Lotus Planted Under the Snow will certainly be able to do the same, or even be stronger.

Otherwise, how could one transcend this supernatural power and forge one's own path?

A thousand thoughts swirled in Zhang Yuanzhu's mind as he slowly clenched his fists, and wisps of four-colored divine light dissipated.

Call ~
Take a breath of air.

The young man flipped his hand, revealing an ancient jade slip and a willow tree in front of him.

The jade slip is a treasure granted by law, and it is inscribed with the ancient characters for 'yin and yang', which can be used to comprehend the laws of yin and yang.

The willow tree is also remarkable. After the ancestor of the Willow Clan (a mysterious alien race) failed to break through to the Golden Core stage, he died by this willow tree and absorbed its energy, which can be used as resources for cultivation.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept over the jade slip and the willow tree. He raised his hand, grasped the jade slip, and probed it with his spiritual sense, trying to comprehend the interwoven Dao and principles within.

Time passed second by second until night fell, and only then did he put down the jade slip.

Immediately, he placed his palm on the willow wood, causing the nine-tiered green platform to tremble and unleash a surge of magical power, circulating the "Withered Wood Revolving Sutra".

In an instant, the rich vitality, along with the resentment and unwillingness of the peak-level Qi Condensation Realm expert before his death, all converged into his dantian and transformed into magical power.

He devoted himself to practicing the technique until the next morning, when the sun rose in the east, before he lowered his palm.

Sensing the increased magical power, a smile appeared on his face.

Realm: First step of Condensing Qi (54% complete)

With his extraordinary talent, decent cultivation techniques, and abundant treasures, his cultivation speed was naturally extremely fast.

He improved by one point in just one night, and it probably won't be long before he breaks through again.

The resources and foundation he gained in the Foundation Establishment stage have not yet been completely exhausted, helping him to continue moving forward.

However, once the cultivation method has been transformed, the subsequent path of cultivation also needs to be properly planned, moving forward step by step.

He raised his hand, resting it on his chin, his eyes flickering as he thought rapidly.

They made a decision very quickly.

One must cultivate laws and magical power simultaneously, and spiritual awareness should not be neglected either.
Combination spells!

Currently, three vine-like magical runes are engraved on his spiritual platform, increasing his potential and enhancing his combat power.

As one breaks through to the stage of Condensing Evil, the evil energy permeates the spiritual platform, making it even more solid, and it is now possible to attempt to inscribe new spell patterns.

As for the magic he would cultivate, he already had a plan in mind.

Unlike the killing and warfare of Nantianmen, what he needs at the Ning Sha realm is a technique to verify himself and to align with the Yin and Yang principles!

Now that the path of cultivation is ready, the next step is to find magic.

The complete lineage of the "Drywood Wheel Sutra" naturally includes many powerful spells.

He took out the jade slip and flipped through it, soon fixing his gaze on a passage of text:

'The withered mirror and the deadly light'—the cycle of life and death, the decay and flourishing—with the withering of vitality, incites a riot in the void, slaying the enemy!

This is a powerful spell involving death and destruction, completely lacking the gentleness of wood magic, yet it meets the expectations for the subsequent combination spells.

Study carefully and comprehend continuously.

He slowly got up when it was noon.

"Woof~, is the Dao Lord going to slaughter enemies again?"

A yellow shadow emerged from the jungle, accompanied by the joyful barking of dogs.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, patted the dog's head, and said:
"How can I cultivate in peace if I don't crush all the bedbugs that have entered Tianmeng Marsh?"

The killings of the past few days have not diminished his murderous intent; on the contrary, they have made him even colder and more resolute.

Tianmengze, a remote place lacking spiritual energy, has seen too many righteous and demonic cultivators appear, and their purpose is self-evident.

After all, no Taoist lineage would choose such a place for training.

But before that
Zhang Yuanzhu raised his head and looked towards the horizon, where a figure appeared.

In the next instant, the figure was already in the sky above the jungle.

It was an old man wearing a white Taoist robe, with gray hair tied behind his back with a wooden hairpin, a weathered face, and eyes that shone with extreme sharpness.

The old man's gaze fell downwards, fixed on the lifeless remains lying on the ground:
"Unorthodox and heinous methods, bloodthirsty by nature, are even more brutal than the demonic path."

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the aura emanating from the old man.

The fifth step of Condensing Evil is the end of a realm, and can become the foundation of a great sect. Without the appearance of a True Monarch, it is enough to dominate the world.

Now, Chi Ying merely tilted his head slightly and uttered two words indifferently:

"bed bugs!"

As the words fell, their breath was no longer concealed and burst forth unrestrained.

The surging blood and energy, mixed with thunder, soared straight to the heavens, spreading across mountains and rivers, obscuring everything.

An endless, powerful wind was generated, stirring up dust everywhere. Ancient trees rose from the ground, floated in the sky, and were then torn to shreds.

As if the sky were collapsing and the earth were being overturned, the entire space trembled.

oppression!

oppression!!
It's still oppression!!!

The white-robed elder felt an indescribable pressure; his body, soul, and magical power trembled.

How could it be so strong? How could it be so powerful?

The message from the Daoist lineage is not that this child is at most capable of contending with someone at the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, but that if he possesses a secret treasure, he might be hunted down.

"Ah~"

"You scoundrel, you've broken through!"

The old man in white robes roared to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A perfectly round sword pellet appeared.

In an instant, dazzling sword light burst forth, leaping and traversing the sky, colliding with each other, and evolving into various sword techniques.

Whether ruthless, grand, cold, or merciless, it is like a world composed of sword energy.

"cut!"

The old man raised his palm and brought it down with a thunderous crash.

A world composed of countless sword lights suddenly slashed towards the sky.

Stab it!

The layers of blood energy broke apart, the lightning was extinguished one by one, revealing a narrow crack through which a ray of sunlight shone down.

Without a moment's hesitation, the old man merged with the sword pellet and fled at lightning speed.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh echoed through the blood and mountains, clearly reaching the mind of the white-robed elder.

The old man's eyes were cold, and without pausing for a moment, he directly pierced through the blood-red sky.

The sun hangs high in the sky, its golden rays bathing you in warmth.

Before they could even leave...
It’s getting dark!
A touch of blue filled the entire field of vision.

Even with all my might, I could not see the end.

Like a mountain range stretching across the sky, yet etched with ancient patterns, the old man stood frozen in place, bewildered and at a loss. "This...this is..."

"Green Wood Seal, please examine it!"

A large, ancient seal, entirely blue in color, covers three thousand miles of mountains and rivers, obscuring the sun, and causing countless living beings to worship it devoutly, as if it were a deity.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out his hand, grasped it in mid-air, like an emperor holding a seal to execute a disloyal subject, and slowly pressed it down.

Boom!

The sword light shattered, flesh and blood turned to ash, and the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers were pressed down by an invisible force.

One by one, beings collapsed to the ground, bowing in devout worship; even those who practiced spiritual cultivation were no exception.

The young man remained calm, flipping his palm upwards. The azure seal in the sky rapidly shrank, landing in his palm and hanging at his waist.

Along with it fell a golden sword pellet, covered with tiny cracks, yet still radiating a dazzling sword light.

He carefully examined the sword pellet, feeling its sharpness emanating from his fingertips.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze returned, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Sword cultivators are divided into two paths: those who use their natal sword and those who use sword pellets. Most of the sword cultivators he usually encounters use their natal sword, while he has only encountered sword pellets a few times.

Moreover, the sword pellet was not severely damaged and could still be used.

A sword pellet from a fifth-step sword cultivator in the Condensation Realm is extremely precious, but for him at this moment, it can only be described as passable.

However, now is not the time to dwell on these things. He casually put away the sword pellet and looked towards the place where the old man Tianyu had died.

A phantom figure appeared and disappeared, exuding a mysterious Daoist charm and possessing a unique aura.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled slightly, and he spoke softly:

"Golden Core cultivation, no wonder you dared to appear before me alone."

The young man's arms hung naturally at his sides, which did not prevent the illusory figure from appearing; instead, a fighting spirit surged within him.

He also wanted to assess his own strength, and leaving behind the methods of the Golden Core cultivator was undoubtedly a good choice.

Time passed, after a cup of tea.

The illusory figure flickered continuously, yet it never became real.

It was a figure carrying a long sword, its form ethereal, its gaze lowered.

Zhang Yuanzhu, his robes fluttering, looked up with his head held high.

In an instant, two gazes met across the sky, one indifferent, the other peaceful.

The mountains and rivers were silent, and the atmosphere around them grew increasingly heavy, like two gods facing each other across the void.

Click~
Space tore apart, and countless fragments swept across all directions, leveling mountains and wiping out ancient forests.

"Foundation Establishment, Breakthrough, and Entering the Qi Condensation Realm—such a rapid cultivation speed! No wonder he's so unrestrained."

A detached voice descended from the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile deepened as he took a step forward.

Too much nonsense.

Boom~
A powerful gust of wind was generated, sweeping across the vast wilderness.

Qi and blood circulate among the limbs and bones, causing muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs to tremble and unleash tremendous power.

One arm was raised, and the heavens and earth trembled.

"Come on, take this punch!"

A cyan-gold arm guard appeared on the arm, the palm stretched forward, and it changed six times in less than a breath, each change representing the pinnacle of magic.

Magical power and vital energy burst forth, manifesting in various forms.

The rising sun, the setting moon, the crowing of the golden crow, and the croaking of the silver toad—these sights surround the arms, empowering them with tremendous force, propelling the fist forward.
forward!

forward!!
Keep going forward!!!
An unparalleled burst of fist light erupted, carrying an invincible will to sweep across heaven and earth and conquer all directions.

The sun and moon revolve, and all things in heaven and earth are contained within a single fist.

It is both fist and magic.

"kill!"

Zhang Yuanzhu roared and unleashed a punch that struck the heavens.

At this moment, for the first time, emotion appeared in the indifferent eyes of the True Lord's illusory figure.

serious!

With palms facing backward, grip the hilt of the sword tightly and draw the sword.

The phantom leaned forward, shattering the heavens with a single step. The sword in its hand trembled slightly, and with a soft shout, it slashed out:
"Rend the heavens, slay the demons!"

hum~
In that instant, the sword light tore through the void, dazzlingly bright, even more so than the sun, its sword power unprecedentedly strong, suppressing layers of strong winds.

With an extremely violent and powerful stance, it slashed towards the earth and Zhang Yuanzhu behind the fist light!
Like a sword immortal slaying a great demon, like an emperor punishing a traitor, and like a sword cultivator sweeping away evil spirits!

A punch and a sword, in an instant, soared through the sky and collided fiercely.

Rumble~
The earth was torn apart, mountains and rivers turned to ash, and space cracked open with fissures that meandered like ferocious black dragons before exploding.

In the void, the light of fists and the light of swords collided wildly, exchanging blows hundreds of times in just a few breaths.

Until the snap~
The sword light vanished, the sword shadow broke, and the unparalleled fist light engulfed the void, covering everything.

After an unknown amount of time, the light from the punch dissipated.

A figure in crimson stood where the Sword Gate True Monarch had once stood, gazing at the swirling, illusory smoke in his palm, unrestrained and arrogant:
"A drop of essence blood, a wisp of spiritual consciousness, you are not enough. Let your true form come."

bang~
With fingers clenched together, the smoke dissipated.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, leaving the void, and casually flicked his sleeves behind him.

Space is healed, and vegetation reappears.

He stood on the ground, concealing the myriad wood armor on his arms, reflecting on the battle just now, and vaguely guessing his own combat strength.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distracting thoughts.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword pellet he had just acquired appeared and then vanished.

Deep within the soul, the Seven Treasures Tree swayed, and the mirror formed by the intertwining of four-colored divine light underwent a slight change.

[Tier 3] Sword Pellet (Characteristic: Sharp)

Sharp?

Zhang Yuanzhu was not greatly disturbed. He had seen the Sharpness [trait] many times before; it was a way to enhance killing ability.

At this moment, he can only be described as passable.

After all, everything he now wields surpasses [Sharpness].

With a thought, he put the sword pellet into his storage bag, intending to use it as a spiritual material when he reforged the Changhong One Qi Sword in the future.

"Wang Wang~"

Big Yellow, standing nearby, circled around Red Shadow happily, its beastly face full of excitement.

A True Person at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage can be killed with a single cauldron strike—simple and easy.

Even the methods left behind by the Golden Core True Monarch were defeated in a short time.

What other being in the world could stop the Dao Lord? Even a Golden Core True Monarch could fight him.

At this moment, Dahuang was full of confidence in his Dao Master.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the cheerful Big Yellow, seemingly understanding what it was thinking, and shook his head with a smile.

The Golden Core realm is far too far ahead of the Condensing Evil realm; it is the realm of an Arhat or a True Monarch, far beyond the ordinary.

Even with his fighting prowess, it was still insufficient.

He strode forward, heading north, like a noble young man enjoying a spring outing, leisurely and content.

Big Yellow followed beside Red Shadow, its tail wagging constantly.

"Woof woof~, Dao Master, are we going to kill the enemy?"

"Crush some of the slightly larger insects."

"Master, where are the biggest insects?"

“There should still be quite a few strong insects in this place that was once called the Dragon Palace.”

After a few words, the man and the dog walked away until they disappeared from sight.

(End of this chapter)