Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 456 The matter is settled, enter the River of Departure, wish to weigh the True Lord (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu was filled with countless thoughts, but he finally calmed himself down. He knew that if he didn't have the strength, thinking too much would be pointless.

Whether it was by chance or some other scheme, he couldn't change it at this moment; all he could do was strengthen himself.

Now we need to thoroughly understand the [characteristics] of entering dreams.

He focused all his attention on sensing the trajectory of the black-robed elder's magical power, the laws and evil energy covering the nine-layered spiritual platform, comprehending the principles and truths within, enhancing his understanding of the Yin-Yang laws, and transforming his opponent's insights into his own resources.

After all, in Zhang Yuanzhu's view, all things in the world and the way of the world can be covered by the two words Yin and Yang.

Whether it's the poison path law or the wood law practiced by the old man, it can all be transformed into resources for the Yin-Yang path.

Between heaven and earth, there is only yin and yang, with no room for maneuver.

This is the path he chose.

Time passed second by second, and Zhang Yuanzhu remained immersed in the old man's spiritual laws, gaining a deeper and deeper understanding of the Yin-Yang principle.

I don't know how much time has passed...
Click~
Cracks appeared around the palace, blurring and disappearing flesh, bones, fur, and the old man in black robes.

Looking back, he had returned to the ruins.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze to the blood-stained carapace in his palm. The once smooth surface was now covered with dense cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

He frowned slightly, observed for a moment, and then drew a conclusion.

This centipede shell can only enter my dream once more before it collapses.

Afterwards, the young man took out various spiritual materials, items, and tools from his storage bag to try them out. He even took out the magic weapon, the Shattered Dao Staff, wanting to enter the dream to observe the Dao of Golden Core.

Through repeated attempts and experiments, he gradually figured out the limitations of the [Characteristic] ability to enter dreams.

Only objects that have stayed near living beings for a long time can attempt to enter a dream, and the living being that enters the dream must have already perished.

Moreover, each time it enters a dream, it destroys the objects, and after only a few times, they will collapse.

Most importantly, perhaps due to a lack of strength, he could only enter the Dream Condensation Realm One True Person at most, and it had no effect on Golden Core True Monarchs.

In his view, it must be because his cultivation level is too low. Once he enters the Golden Core stage, he will naturally be able to enter the dream of the Golden Core True Lord.

After all, the sixth-level [characteristic] corresponds to the Dao Venerable, whose essence far surpasses that of the True Monarch.

【Characteristics】Entering dreams, even with so many limitations, still satisfies the young man.

By gathering the wisdom of all living beings and integrating it into the Yin-Yang principle, and condensing it into a single realm, how far can he go?

Such an opportunity has never been seen since ancient times.

After some thought, he put away the various spiritual materials he had been trying out and focused his attention on the bloodstained carapace.

A light flick of the fingertips.

Dang~
Amidst the clanging of metal, spiritual objects, stones, and jade slips emerged, piling up on the ground and radiating dazzling light.

These items were of little value to Zhang Yuanzhu.

His double pupils swept over the area casually.

what!
The young man was surprised, his gaze fixed on the palm-sized chariot.

The chariot was dark and had a ferocious shape, exuding a sense of demonic power and bloodshed.

All I can say is that it truly lives up to its reputation as a demonic artifact.

With a wave of his hand, the chariot drifted down and hovered in his palm.

Zhang Yuanzhu observed it carefully, a smile appearing on his face.

Flying Treasure Trove!

In this way, we have come across a pretty good flying machine.

However, the tank's appearance is somewhat lacking and requires some modifications.

He was not a demonic cultivator, but a disciple of an unorthodox sect, so he did not need to intimidate living beings or use negative energy to make them fear him.

White hands clasped together, and strands of blue light bloomed, illuminating the chariot and dispelling the demonic and bloody aura.

At this moment, the dark black color began to fade, and a vibrant blue slowly emerged, covering every inch of the chariot.

The distorted lines began to soften, and the grotesque patterns transformed into plants and flowers.

In a short while, the palm-sized chariot had changed its appearance, and there was no trace of demonic cultivation left.

Zhang Yuanzhu examined the blue chariot, his smile deepening, and placed it aside.

Immediately, he picked up the centipede shell covered in cracks, and the Seven Treasures Tree deep within his mind trembled slightly. The [Special Ability] entered his dream and then burst forth.

In an instant, he returned to the Bloodstained Palace, merged into the old man's body, sensed the laws of poison, and transformed them into his own resources.

Time flows by, sometimes in an instant, sometimes forever.

The palace is blurred, and space is torn apart.

bang~
The scarlet shell was crushed.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his palm, and the powder fell from his palm onto the ground.

In the blink of an eye.

The chariot beside it expanded rapidly, becoming as large as the palace.

Crimson Shadow stood up and stepped into the ancient war chariot.

A yellow beast-like shadow leaped out of the pet pouch, curiously observing the chariot.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of the chariot and whispered:

"The true immortals within the ruins have been executed, and all the demonic cultivators have perished. It's time to leave."

Big Yellow nodded, its beastly eyes fixed on the reins in front of the chariot, eager to lead Sparrow on its way.

"Master, let me pull the cart."

Snapped!
The young man slammed his palm down, pressing on Big Yellow's head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"The treasure has its own flight restriction, so there's no need for you to come."

How could he let Big Yellow, who had followed him since childhood, pull the cart? If they encountered demons in the future, he could just catch a few.

With a light stomp of the foot, magical power surged forth.

hum~
The chariot trembled, transforming into a streak of blue light that shot straight into the sky, traversing the heavens.

Mountains, rivers, earth, grass and trees—all passed beneath me.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the magnificent mountains and rivers.

Only after nightfall did he take out the willow tree from his storage bag and begin practicing his cultivation technique.

From then on, he practiced the Wood Technique—Dead Mirror Death Light—during the day, while simultaneously using the Seven Treasures Mystic Art to enter the dreams of various Condensing Fiend True Persons and comprehend different laws.

At night, he studied the jade slip inscribed with the words "Yin and Yang" and practiced the "Dead Wood Revolving Sutra" by relying on the willow tree.

Every minute, every second, his strength is transforming and increasing, climbing to higher levels.

The cleanup of Tianmengze continues, and any righteous or demonic cultivators who step into this barren land are considered enemies and can be killed.

Tianmengze!
From south to center, from center to east and west, and to the north.

Millions of miles of territory were plundered, mountains and rivers turned to ash, and waves of blood surged.

Never before has it been so tragic, never before so bloody.

At the edge of the great marsh, several figures, some wearing blue Taoist robes, some wearing blue cloaks, and some wearing white skirts, gazed in the direction of Tianmeng Marsh with complex expressions.

"Daozi, Saintess, we should go."

"If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave at all."

An old man wearing a green robe and a star-studded crown spoke, his voice trembling.

Since that person took action, in less than a month, the changes in the Great Swamp were beyond description, to the point that they had to evacuate from the central part at breakneck speed.

Now, as long as we cross the Raize, we can return to our own territory, and everything will be much better then.

A graceful figure, dressed in a white dress and wearing a veil, murmured softly:

"So powerful at the very beginning of the Qi Condensation Realm, what will happen if he advances a few more steps?"

At this moment, all four people present fell silent.

They were unwilling to imagine what would happen next; such a future filled them with despair.

"Junior sister, there's no need to overthink it. The True Lords of Qingyangzhai will make the necessary arrangements."

The Daoist disciple of Qingyang Daoist Temple spoke, his expression solemn.

"Elders, Junior Sister, let's go back now." As she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards Lei Ze.

The two old men exchanged a glance and turned around.

Su Meng sighed softly, her voice filled with helplessness and sadness, and followed her fellow disciples.

Before the four of them could take more than a few steps, they all stopped abruptly, standing frozen in place, their expressions filled with fear.

A figure in crimson leaned against a yellowing willow tree, stroking a yellow dog beside him.

This scene, gentle and harmonious, made the four members of Qingyangzhai feel as if they had fallen into an icy abyss.

Woof~
A dog barked.

Chi Ying slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome and resolute face. Beneath his thin and sharp eyebrows, a pair of eyes were as indifferent as a god, seemingly ruthless like an immortal.

"A True Person at the third step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, and a True Person who has just entered the Condensing Fiend Realm, Qingyangzhai."

His spine was straight, and the willow tree behind him scattered like sand, turning into ashes.

"I'm feeling down!"

"lonely?"

The Taoist priest, draped in a blue cloak, stopped trembling and stared ahead, his handsome face contorting into a ferocious expression:

"If it weren't for your killing spree, if it weren't for the roar of heavy weapons, if it weren't for the Xuan Yang Dao Academy's careful consideration, how could the illustrious leader of the righteous path have fallen to such a state?"

Daozi turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze falling on the woman in the white dress, his gentle eyes now filled with disgust.

“Su Meng, the Holy Maiden of Xuan Yang Dao Academy, you once said you could persuade this fiend to turn back, so you brought me and the elders of the two academies here.”

"The Dragon Palace Gathering has ended in failure, and that scoundrel is right in front of us. Go and persuade him!"

As Daozi finished speaking, the two old men simultaneously turned their gazes to the woman in the white dress. Their aged faces were first filled with complex emotions, then turned into disgust.

Su Meng remained silent, her eyes lowered, standing to the right of the three.

Her dress billowed, revealing her graceful figure, swaying like a fairy flower, carrying a touch of sadness.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up, and he raised his hand from Dahuang's body, looking at the Daoist disciple of Qingyang Daoist Academy.

The two sides met in the sacred city of Qingmu Mountain, standing side by side against the enemy Du family.

"Ah!"

A low, inexplicable laugh echoed around.

"If a prodigy who emerges from among countless living beings only has this kind of temperament, it would be laughable."

"Fellow Daoist underestimates me."

The Daoist disciple of Qingyang Daoist Temple still had a ferocious expression on his face, and he and the two old men seemed not to have heard a single word.

The three walked forward side by side, their hostility intense.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly and slowly raised his arm.

"I'm willing to die for you, so that you may have my wish!"

Open your five fingers.

The heavens and earth seemed to sink, and an indescribable pressure filled the land.

bang bang bang~
Crimson fireworks rose from the ground, dazzling yet desolate.

Broken bones and flesh fell down, staining the swamp red and soaking the white dress.

Chi Ying's gaze swept over the wreckage, casually putting away three relics before turning his attention to Su Meng.

The other party kept their head down, neither moving forward nor fleeing, nor pleading for mercy.

A playful look appeared on the young man's face:
"The Gaozong faction always likes these kinds of tricks. In fact, Qingyangzhai has not been defeated yet. Perhaps one day I will be killed by your ancestor."

"Why compromise so much to ensure the continuation of the tradition?"

The woman's body trembled slightly, her voice breaking and hoarse with sadness:
"Xuanyang Dao Academy has no intention of being enemies with you, fellow Daoist. Since the beginning of Qingmu Mountain, we have not made a single move."

"Whether it was a Golden Core True Monarch's scheme, a curse to kill, or even an attack in the Thunder Swamp, the Xuan Yang Dao Academy stopped them all."

"I came to Tianmengze solely to apologize to you, fellow Daoist, with the presence of the Qingyang, Yiyang, and Hongyang Academies. I have no other intentions."

Zhang Yuanzhu's hand fell, toying with the blue seal at his waist, and he sneered:
"Apologise?"

Turning around, he led Big Yellow deeper into the Thunder Swamp. Just as the Crimson Shadow was about to disappear, a calm voice rang out, echoing in the woman's ears.

"I do not accept!"

For a moment, in the entire world, only Su Meng stood silently before the Thunder Swamp, her white dress stained with blood.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes filled with sadness, her cheeks streaked with tears, and her veil soaked.

Just like the question asked by the youth at the Dragon Palace Gathering: How can one not hate, how can one let go, when relatives, friends, and teachers have passed away?

She was not a saint after all!

However, Xuan Yang Dao Academy must clearly distinguish itself from the other three academies, so that if things don't go smoothly, there is still room for maneuver.

What does one person's feelings matter compared to the inheritance of tradition?

She was like this, and so was Qingyang Daozi.

In the Thunder Swamp, a man and a dog walked forward.

Big Yellow followed beside Red Shadow, its beastly eyes filled with doubt:

"Dao Master, Daoist Qingyang is not stupid, why is he still begging for death?"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly as he looked at the dog demon lost in thought:
"We blocked Raize before the end, and the outcome was already decided. It was just a matter of whether death still had any meaning."

"For that Daoist, if he could contribute even the slightest bit to the continuation of the Daoist lineage upon his death, that would be enough."

The young man spoke slowly and thoroughly, analyzing the enemy's objectives.

He has fought his way to this point, and his wisdom has never been lacking, even astonishing. More often than not, it has been overshadowed by his overwhelming military might.

Big Yellow nodded thoughtfully and quietly moved forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu also began to summarize his gains over this period of time.

The Dead Mirror technique has been further refined and is now completely mastered.

Next, one must continue to contemplate and strive to reach the highest level of cultivation as soon as possible.

As for cultivation, both magical power and laws have been greatly improved.

In the blink of an eye.

The young man looked inward into the depths of his mind and saw that the mirror-like surface on the Seven Treasures Tree, formed by the intertwining of four divine lights of blue, red, indigo, and violet, had changed slightly compared to before.

Realm: First step of Condensing Qi (74% complete)

In just one month, it increased by 20%.

The ninth spiritual platform within the dantian has been completely corrupted by the evil energy generated by the Yin-Yang Calamity, and half of the eighth spiritual platform has also been corrupted.

Such a cultivation speed is unbelievable, even surpassing the cultivation speed at the Foundation Establishment stage.

On one hand: [Characteristic] Dream entry blessing, continuously entering the dream to condense the evil realm of a true person, and comprehending the other party's cultivation laws.

On the one hand, he has no shortage of either willow trees that enhance magical power or jade slips that allow him to comprehend the laws of Yin and Yang.

In this way, the speed of cultivation naturally becomes extremely fast.

However, the willow tree that had just been imbued with the energy of the Willow Clan's ancestor breaking through to the next level had all its energy extracted and turned into dust.

Next, we need to replace the spirit wood with new one for cultivation.

Zhang Yuanzhu pondered as he stepped forward.

In no time, with a flick of his hand, a towering ancient tree appeared above his head.

The ancient tree had sparse branches and leaves, as if it had been cut down, and was shrouded in wisps of black mist, carrying a pure yin energy.

This is a spiritual tree that he obtained from the ruins of a primordial immortal when he was at Qingmu Mountain. He usually uses the spiritual tree to forge coffins and nurture corpses.

At this time, it is perfect to use it as a resource for cultivating techniques, absorbing the energy of the spiritual wood, and enhancing magical power.

With that, the matter of Tianmengze is considered resolved.

Next.
Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered as he looked toward the direction of the Shichuan Riverbed, a grin spreading across his face.

Reckless and arrogant!
"Meeting someone, and incidentally..."

"Weighing True Lord!"

(End of this chapter)