Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 457 To the Source of Narcissus City, Traces of an Old Friend (4000)

Crackling~
Thick, dark clouds gathered, and lightning bolts, like long dragons, darted about, flashing brilliantly and illuminating the vast marshland, revealing the scorched earth.

A giant wolf with silver fur pulled an ancient chariot forward, traveling through the dark clouds.

The giant silver wolf would occasionally turn its head to look at the blurry red shadow behind the chariot, its beastly eyes filled with fear and pleading.

It was truly blind. It should have been cultivating normally in Lei Ze, but instead it went about its business, running around everywhere, wanting to eat some blood, and ended up in this state.

Especially that yellow dog, which was only at the second level of Foundation Establishment, yet...
slap~
A stone whip covered with intricate patterns lashed down.

Its fur was torn, and bright red blood emerged from the giant wolf's back.

"Woof~, what are you looking back at? Don't disturb the Dao Master's cultivation."

A large yellow dog, standing upright with its body like a human, gripping a stone whip in its paws, its beastly eyes cold.

Silver Wolf was filled with resentment and cursed inwardly:
'A dog relying on its master's power!'

He then turned around, said nothing, and continued pulling the chariot on his way.

Behind the chariot, Zhang Yuanzhu, with the spirit tree above his head, glanced at the wolf and the dog before turning his gaze away and continuing his cultivation.

With the chariot suppressing them and the stone whip in hand, that wolf demon at the Condensation Realm couldn't cause any trouble.

What he needs to do now is to focus on cultivation and strengthen himself.

The rest of the trip will be much more interesting.

In the blink of an eye, he had already taken out the measuring ruler from his mind and hung it around his waist.

Seven days later.

A chariot charged out of Leize and headed straight into the southern part of the Shichuan Plain.

A brilliant blue light, like the sun shining across the sky, illuminates heaven and earth, three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and countless living beings.

One after another, living beings and cultivators awoke from their cultivation, emerged from their seclusion, and looked up from the city, stunned and dumbfounded.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

They let out a soft, incredulous murmur.

The creatures of Tianmengze had naturally heard of the changes that had occurred there over the past month, but
However, how dare that unorthodox cultivator do such a thing?

Even if his combat power is unparalleled throughout history, he is still so unrestrained and domineering before even reaching the Golden Core stage.

Do not!
Even a Golden Core True Monarch wouldn't dare to appear so openly on the Passing River Plain.

Big Yellow scanned its surroundings, glanced back at the Dao Lord who was immersed in cultivation, and swung down the stone whip in its claws.

slap~
"Silly Wolf, target Qingyangzhai!"

oooo~
The silver wolf howled to the sky, sensing the gazes directed at it.

It had never left Tianmeng Marsh before, and had never encountered such a scene before, attracting the attention of countless people and inspiring fear in powerful figures.

At that moment, it was overwhelmed with emotion, and the pain in its back seemed to disappear.

The demonic power surged, pulling the chariot forward, speeding through the sky, heading north.

The bright blue sun, without the slightest hint of restraint, proclaimed its arrival to the many righteous beings and countless sentient beings.

Domineering and tyrannical!
In a single day, the war chariots traversed 300,000 li!

Half a month later, the war chariots went straight into the riverbed of the Shichuan River and advanced on Qingyangzhai.

The world was shaken, and countless eyes, various deductions, and layers of cause and effect were all focused on the war chariot.

What is that unorthodox cultivator trying to do?
Since the establishment of the Qingyangzhai lineage, since the Du family's downfall at Qingmu Mountain, and since the establishment of the leader of the righteous path, ten thousand years have passed, and this is the first time such a situation has occurred.

A cultivator at the Condensation Realm, filled with hostility, crossed the great swamp and traversed millions of miles of mountains and rivers to arrive.

Qingyangzhai, deep within the vast spiritual land.

Three figures sat around the stone table.

bang~
With a single slap, the stone table shattered.

"What does that heretical villain want? He comes here so openly, does he want to fight us to the death?"

The old man in the bright red Taoist robe roared, his powerful aura shaking the heavens and earth, and the surrounding spiritual energy was boiling and howling wildly.

"Senior brother, calm down!"

The man in the blue cloak waved his hand, and a stone table reappeared.

“Since that traitor entered the Shichuan Plain, the four major academies have suffered heavy losses. Now, Xuan Yang Academy has withdrawn from all plans and is leaving itself an escape route.”

"Now, below the True Lords of the Red Sun, Green Sun, and Yi Sun Academies, only the three of us remain as the strongest."

The man's gaze swept over his two old friends, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Only Senior Brother is at the peak of Qi Condensation, while Junior Sister Yi Yang and I are only at the fourth step of Qi Condensation True Person. If we were to attack directly, we would only add three more corpses to the list."

After he finished speaking, all three of the real people fell silent.

Once a glorious sect and one of the leaders of the righteous path, it has fallen to such a state.

However, after experiencing the explosion of Daoist fragments, the invasion of unorthodox sects, the confrontation with the demonic path, the ambush in Lei Ze, and the curse of the Golden Core True Monarch, Qingyangzhai has truly fallen into decline.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man in the bright red Taoist robe, who was also the strongest of the three—a peak-level Nascent Soul cultivator—suppressed his anger and spoke:
"The war chariots are closing in, and many of our comrades know this. Even if we have to use our resources, we must keep this traitor here."

He paused, tilted his head slightly, and looked solemnly at the man draped in a blue cloak:
"A senior disciple from Qingyang Daoist Academy is still recuperating at the sect. I wonder what his plans are?"

The man in the blue cloak shook his head, placed one hand on the stone table, and tapped his fingertips lightly:
"After that scoundrel entered the southern part of the Passing River Plain, I went to pay my respects to my master, and he said..."

The man's face bore a hint of bitterness:

"Avoid the edge for now!"

An even more subdued atmosphere than before lingered among the three.

The old Taoist priest in red robes stood up, staring intently at the man:

"The True Lords of the three major academies, except for Qingyang Academy, are all stationed at the border, confronting the side sects and demonic sects, and are unable to leave."

"Therefore, Qingyangzhai was presided over by that senior master who was severely injured in the fragment of Daozun."

The old Taoist's voice was hoarse as he uttered each word slowly and deliberately, deep within the sect, while the True Monarch remained in seclusion tens of thousands of miles away:
"The ambush in Lei Ze was a mistake; three peak-level Nascent Soul cultivators perished in the swamp. The one who orchestrated the curse killing was the one who led the remaining strong members of the three academies to the altar, where they were reduced to ashes."

"He struck at the wrong time, and now, in front of so many of his fellow practitioners, he has chosen to temporarily retaliate!"

Turning around, the old Taoist in red robes let out a long howl towards the place where the True Monarch was in seclusion:

"For thousands of years, countless sages of Qingyangzhai have fought and bled for the top position, but they no longer want it."

As the chariots entered the riverbed of the River of Departure, they advanced relentlessly, without any cover, closing in on Qingyangzhai.

Wherever it passed, the blue sun shone brightly in the sky, its light illuminating the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, where the grass and trees were lush and green, and the flowers bloomed bright red, creating a scene of celestial beauty.

Until, half a month had passed, before the Immortal City of Source Water.

The night is dark.

Figures stood on the city wall, their expressions solemn, gazing into the distance.

Suddenly, a ray of azure light appeared from the ends of the earth, illuminating the world in an instant and filling the vision of all living beings.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic and domineering aura, exuding an aura of absolute supremacy, surged forth, sweeping across the vast wilderness and permeating every inch of the land.

The powerful figures of Yuanshui Immortal City trembled, their solemn expressions turning into horror.

No matter how many rumors or ideas there are, when you actually face that person, all that's left in your heart is fear and worry.

"Senior, could you sense it clearly?"

As soon as someone spoke, all the cultivators' eyes focused on a burly figure.

The figure was clad in black armor, with disheveled hair, a rugged face, and a slight nod to the forehead.
"His cultivation method is dignified and orthodox, and is indeed the righteous path of ours, not a heretical or demonic one."

"Lord, that's true, but we're standing on the city walls, and that person..."

Before the words were even finished, the burly man clad in black armor had already stepped out of the city.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said in a clear voice:

"Welcome to Yuanshui Immortal City, Brother Zhang!"

In an instant, the clear light of the sky contracted and gathered around an ancient chariot.

On the chariot, shrouded in azure light, stood a crimson figure carrying a ruler.

He was like a god, possessing an aura that transcended the mundane. Just by standing there, he exuded a spirit that captivated all living beings.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the long ruler in his hand, his double pupils gazing forward at the burly man in black armor.

The Lord of Yuanshui Immortal City had once glimpsed it from afar when the Chuanyuan Secret Realm opened.

At that time, this person stood above countless cultivators, possessing extraordinary strength. The young man had to rely on various backup plans to contend with him, but now...
“From Xuanyang Taoist Academy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his arm.

Boom~
The palm swelled in the wind, covering the heavens and the earth, obscuring the bright moon, and plunging the world into darkness.

The five fingers resemble five majestic sacred mountains, stretching as far as the eye can see.

An indescribable sense of oppression filled the space, causing the cultivators to bend over, wanting to kneel in worship.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. Do you think I wouldn't kill someone?"

"Appearing in front of me again and again."

stab~
His armor was torn and gaped, blood flowing out, the burly man's back was bent, but his expression remained respectful:

"You will naturally kill. The Tianmeng Marsh and the Shichuan Plain are littered with bones and flesh like mud, all of which bear witness. But..."

“He is definitely not a madman who only knows how to kill. Xuan Yang Academy is different from the other three academies. He has never tried to harm anyone in the slightest.”

“I am also respectful and have no resentment. I have come to welcome Brother Zhang only to fulfill my duty as a host and to entertain my fellow Daoist.”

The heavens and earth fell silent, and the cultivators remained still, waiting quietly.

These words, spoken in front of numerous cultivators, were practically announcing to all forces that the Xuan Yang Academy was at odds with the other three academies and had reached the point of separation.

The surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, and the giant hand that obscured the bright moon emitted streaks of blue light, illuminating the city.

An unknown amount of time passed before the radiance faded and the giant hand disappeared.

A wolf's howl rang out.

The chariot slowly drove towards the city.

Crunch!Crunch!
The wheels rolled across the sky, revealing layers of spatial folds, and cultivators stood on both sides with respectful expressions.

The chariot slowly drove past the armored giants. Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly and whispered:
"I will not kill you only because you still have some sense and did not attack that person. There is nothing more to it than that."

As the words fell, the ancient chariot drove past the Lord of Yuanshui City and headed towards the city center.

The moment their imposing aura dissipated, figures collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The burly man in black armor stood tall, his face showing relief.

After Zhang Yuanzhu used the fragments of the Daoist Master to destroy Qingyangzhai, the sect disciples naturally hated him to the bone and did their best to search for all traces.

As the city lord of Yuanshui City, he naturally had to search the city on behalf of Xuanyang Dao Academy.

Using a variety of methods—cause and effect, deduction, and searching—they naturally discovered something different.

After entering Yuanshui Immortal City, that person seemed to have some interaction with a demonic cultivator.

However, whether out of consideration for bait or due to ulterior motives, they never made a move.

Now, however, it has become a guarantee of survival.

As for the person who captured the demonic cultivator and threatened him...

Ah!
Given their strong-willed nature, how could they possibly yield?

Various thoughts flashed through the mind of the City Lord of Yuanshui, and for a moment he felt only a sense of relief, realizing that he had made the right move.

the other side.

Standing on the chariot, Zhang Yuanzhu felt the fifteen-story glazed pagoda in his mind tremble, and streams of spiritual sense surged out to explore the city.

At the same time, the [characteristics] deep within my heart burst forth, and inexplicable feelings welled up in my mind.

Then, he looked in one direction.

The young man had gentle, double pupils; he glanced at me lightly, and my gaze was immediately drawn to him.

Driving the chariot, they arrived above the city lord's mansion.

The palaces stretch for hundreds of miles, their spiritual energy drifting like mist, resembling a fairyland.

Since I've come to this familiar place and am going to see an old friend, I'll naturally stay for a few days.

As for the place ten thousand miles away from Yuanshui Immortal City, there is the newly established Qingyangzhai.

Ah!
Let the enemy come!

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at it once and then chose the largest palace in the city lord's mansion.

He stroked the long ruler with his palm and stomped his foot lightly.

Boom~
The war chariots roared, and the cultivators scattered, fleeing into the palace.

crunch~
The gate closed, and the blue light dissipated.

After scanning the hall with his spiritual sense and confirming that he had no other means to deal with it, Zhang Yuanzhu stepped out of the chariot.

"We will stay here for a few days."

Dahuang put away the stone whip and followed closely behind.

Silver Wolf pulled the chariot to a corner of the hall, lay down on the ground, and closed his eyes to rest.

After a month of tireless travel covering thousands of miles, even with the aid of chariots, it was nearing its limit.

The young man walked to the center of the hall, took out a prayer mat, and sat down cross-legged.

He stretched out his hand and waved his sleeve.

An ancient tree shrouded in black mist appeared before them.

The ancient tree's branches and leaves were turning yellow, and its trunk was cracked, giving it a look of declining vitality.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, spread his five fingers, and pressed them directly onto the tree trunk. Power surged from his dantian, and the cultivation method "The Revolving Scripture of the Dead Tree" began to operate.

In an instant, specks of clear light mixed with black mist drifted out from the spirit tree, flowed into the crimson shadow, and transformed into magical power.

Time passed second by second, and two hours later...

bang~
The ancient tree trembled slightly, then exploded with a roar, turning into dust.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, looked at the ashes on the ground, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Even with a month of intensive cultivation, the rare and precious spiritual tree could not sustain it.

However, the gains were also considerable, with significant advancements in both laws and magical power.

As for the matter of the spirit wood, I still have some reserves, and some people know when to advance and when to retreat.

The young man looked up at the closed palace doors:
"Enter!"

crunch~
The door opened, and a noblewoman dressed in a pale yellow fur robe with a jade belt around her waist walked out slowly.

The woman possessed an elegant demeanor, holding the jade box in both hands as she gracefully stepped forward, a dignified smile on her face.

"Mingzhu greets fellow Daoist. Several years have passed since we parted at Jin Gu Pavilion, and you are even more radiant than before."

"Pearl?"

Zhang Yuanzhu quickly found the woman in his memory. When he first entered Yuanshui Immortal City, she was one of the geniuses of Jingu Pavilion and had a conflict with Jiang Xingye.

"The only daughter of the City Lord of Yuancheng, what business do you have with me?"

His voice was indifferent, and his arms were resting flat on his knees.

The woman smiled radiantly, stopping three steps away from the crimson figure. She knelt in the posture of a court lady, her beautiful eyes meeting the double pupils of the man.

He raised both hands and handed over the jade box:

"Scriptures, precious medicines, spiritual wood, and incantations—whatever you need, Brother Dao, the entire Yuanshui Immortal City possesses, and you may take it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a smile, and he raised his hand to support his cheek, chuckling softly:
"Yuanshui Immortal City?"

He reached out with his other hand and grabbed the jade box.

"interesting!"

(End of this chapter)