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Chapter 461 Zhang Yuanzhu: 'Taoist name?' (4000)

An elderly man, dressed in a green robe and with long, dark green hair, walked out shakily, his expression filled with fear.

"open"

"No! True Immortal Qingcang!"

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately changed his words and adopted a respectful attitude.

"Qing Cang?"

The chariot came to a stop, and Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils drooped, his expression cold and ruthless.

He toyed with the small crimson cauldron at his waist, feeling the chill on his fingertips.

The old man realized what was happening and immediately cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He then responded:
"Senior Zhang has traversed tens of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, fighting against all enemies and powerful figures, winning every battle without a single defeat. Not long ago, he even single-handedly confronted Qingyangzhai. This can be described as..."

"He wields the power to govern the heavens and makes decisive decisions in the vast universe. All cultivators call him the True Man Qingcang."

For a moment, the world fell silent, with only the howling wind and the rustling of leaves.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened silently to the old man's words, his double pupils deep and mysterious, before he chuckled softly:
"The righteous cultivators bestowed this Daoist title upon me; it's not interpreted in this way, I'm afraid..."

He lightly gripped the Blood Wolf Cauldron with his five fingers, uttering each word distinctly:
"A demon that treats all things as straw dogs, greedy, arrogant, and selfish!"

"However, I will accept this title."

His body was upright, his black hair danced wildly, and his red robe fluttered in the wind. A majestic and righteous aura surged forth, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, his eight-foot frame seemed infinitely vast, supporting the sky and reaching down to the earth.

He raised his head and looked up, his double pupils piercing through illusion, as if trying to probe into the depths of the heavens, inhaling and exhaling:
"The world is in chaos, and all living beings are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering. Only I can support the heavens and restore order. This is the true meaning of 'Qing Cang'."

Then, his gaze fell and swept over the Du family cultivators:

"A few secret techniques, who can be fooled?"

With a sneer, he raised his arm, his palm swelling in the wind, covering the vast sky and blocking all escape routes for the cultivators.

The chilling killing intent was made without the slightest attempt to conceal it.

'He found out!'

This thought instantly appeared in the minds of all the Du family cultivators.

Then came...
despair!
despair! !
Still despair!!!

The old man surveyed his surroundings; there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to avoid, only death awaited him.

Looking up at the sky, I roared with all my might:
“Zhang Yuanzhu, this secret realm has already been reported to the family. The True Lord will arrive in person soon. Even if you are killed, you will still have to die a bloody death.”

"Noisy!"

With a downward press of the arm, the colossal palm that blotted out the sky crashed down.

At this moment, whether one struggles to fight back or flees in panic, it makes no difference whatsoever.

One after another, figures were torn apart, turning into blood and bones, and then crushed into ashes by the overwhelming power.

Until, the palm hit the ground.

Rumble!
Amidst the deafening roar, towering plumes of dust surged against the heavens like a dragon, while endless, powerful winds swept across the vast wilderness, whipping up millions of tons of dust.

Then, a blue light bloomed between his five fingers, and he gently flicked his wrist.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the strong winds subsided, and the dust settled, a deep yellow door appeared out of thin air in the sky.

The gate is ancient, weathered and worn, shrouded in a deep yellow mist, eerie and bewitching.

"The entrance to the secret realm?"

On the chariot, Xie Beiling frowned, staring at the suddenly appearing portal.

She sensed an extremely strange aura within it, and felt an instinctive unease within her.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand and placed it on the gleaming white ruler. His double pupils stared directly at the door, radiating a blue and black light, like two great suns swirling around each other, exuding a terrifying pressure.

"It's not a secret realm, but more like a naturally formed space."

The young man's expression was solemn as he recalled entering the God and Demon Graveyard from Fallen Demon Mountain. The portal before him gave him the same feeling, but it was even more dangerous.

Moreover, there are signs of human intervention.

He peered through the doorway, straining to see, but could only make out a thick, dark yellow fog.

After a moment, Chi Ying withdrew her gaze and whispered:
"A very strong sense of yin energy and resentment."

Xie Beiling gazed at the deep yellow mist swirling around the doorway, her beautiful eyes solemn, her red lips slightly parted:

"Such an aura is only found in a handful of forbidden areas within the Puppet Sect. Senior Brother should be cautious."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

How could one miss such a space that resembled a graveyard of gods and demons? After all, the fragments of the Myriad Dragon Bell were seized in the ancient demon space of Fallen Demon Mountain.

Moreover, without an extraordinary stroke of luck, the Du family would not risk their lives to stay here.

"There is an opportunity here, we shouldn't miss it, and..."

"I'm here!"

His voice was calm and composed, yet it conveyed a sense of confidence that he had everything under control.

He didn't want Xie Beiling and Da Huang to stay here; he went out to investigate alone.

Rather, it's because True Lord Du could arrive at any moment, which would put the woman and Da Huang in even greater danger. Therefore, it would be better for them to follow him into the mysterious space.

Upon hearing this, Xie Beiling's inner unease was soothed, and a smile curved her red lips as she gazed at the tall, slender figure beside her.
"With my senior brother by my side, even if it were the Netherworld, I would still follow you."

"Woof~, me too."

The great yellow beast roared, and the stone whip in its claws fell to the ground.

slap~
The silver wolf howled and pulled the chariot toward the gate.

With a thought, Zhang Yuanzhu caused the Blood Wolf Cauldron at his waist to float up, casting wisps of bloody light to protect everyone.

At the same moment, the chariot roared, and patterns flashed on its body, radiating a blue light, like a rising blue sun, dazzling and glaring.

The blue sun continued to approach the portal until it disappeared completely inside.

Zhang Yuanzhu only felt a shift in his perspective, and when he looked back, he found himself in a completely new world.

The sky was dark and the mountains stretched endlessly, carrying a sense of silence and oppression.

As far as the eye could see, bones lay exposed in the wilderness, withered trees stood sparsely, and a pale yellow mist permeated the surroundings.

The young man gazed at the nearest mountain, its body pitch black, standing on the earth like a silent statue.

"grave!"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, his double pupils seeing through illusions, and saw the coffin buried under the Great Mountain.

Then, he scanned the surrounding area, looking at the majestic mountains and the surrounding terrain.

His brow furrowed even more deeply, and he spoke:
"This place is the most yin and evil place in the world, and it has been set up with some kind of formation. What is the purpose of these formations?"

Even with his mastery of array formations, he couldn't fully investigate it, because too many of the array patterns were unfamiliar and seemed to belong to a different era.

Zhang Yuanzhu relaxed his brows, slowly raised his hand, and pointed to the mountain in front of him.

In an instant, the Crimson Wolf Cauldron, which was suspended in the air, trembled.

hum~
With a soft hum, streaks of blood-red light burst forth, then suddenly plunged downwards.
Like a falling meteor, fierce and explosive.

Boom~
The mountain collapsed, dust flew everywhere, and rocks scattered in all directions.

The ten-foot-long coffin loomed in and out of view amidst the smoke and dust, emanating a fierce and chilling aura that permeated the surroundings.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the coffin casually before looking at the array plates and flags scattered among the rubble.

These array objects were all decayed, but the array patterns on them still shone brightly, maintaining their basic operation.

Zhang Yuanzhu gently waved his hand, and a decaying array plate on the ground floated into his palm.

He lightly tapped his five fingers, carefully sensing the array patterns and materials, his eyes rippling with emotion.

"Senior brother, have you discovered something?"

Xie Beiling spoke.

She rarely saw a young man act so solemnly. Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu clasped his hands together.

Click!

The array plate shattered and scattered from the chariot.

His gaze lingered on the collapsing mountains and the trembling coffin, finally sweeping over the endless, towering peaks, and he murmured:
"The array plate is made of precious materials, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to operate for such a long time. Moreover, there are so many treasures, it's unusually many."

"The patterns on the array plate are somewhat similar to the array formations I have learned, but they are also different, and instead they point directly to the essence of things."

"No, I should say that the array patterns I learned from various forces bear the imprint of the array patterns here."

The information conveyed in those few words was enough to put the witch on edge.

Coming from a major sect of the demonic path, she naturally knew that the Primordial Era was rich in resources and teeming with spiritual objects.

But if the formation was set up in the previous era, how could it bear the traces of formations from their era?

She seemed to have thought of something.
But how could that be? This is an extremely long period of time.

Xie Beiling unconsciously looked towards the horizon, where towering, dark mountains stood like figures on the earth, surrounding the chariot.

Deep within that space, it seemed as if an ancient being was observing them.

Snapped!
A fair hand rested on my shoulder, and a gentle, warm aura emanated from it, dispelling all distracting thoughts.

"Even if beings from the primordial era survived to the beginning of our time and left this place as a backup plan, there is nothing to fear."

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed loudly, and beams of azure light burst forth from his body, stirring the gloomy sky and illuminating the heavens and the earth.

Raise your palm and press it down out of thin air.

"The remnants of the old era can surpass the heroes of today."

In an instant, the Crimson Wolf Cauldron expanded rapidly and pressed down horizontally onto the coffin.

roar~
As if sensing danger, the being inside the coffin roared, the coffin exploded, and a tall figure shot out.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in ancient robes, with long, withered yellow hair, a wooden face, and a sinister aura.

A torrent of corpse energy, yin energy, and resentment surged forth from his body like a dark river.

This is neither a zombie nor a corpse-refining creature; it has long since transformed into some kind of extremely yin and evil entity.

It raised its hands, trying to open the large cauldron.

Bang! Boom!

His arm exploded, black blood splattered, and his entire body instantly turned into a pile of minced meat.

All the corpse energy, the yin energy, and the resentment dissipated in an instant.

"His strength is approximately at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm."

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and the Crimson Wolf Cauldron floated back down.

At the same time, a pitch-black coffin flew out of his arms and landed on the ground.

boom!
The coffin lid flew off horizontally and stuck into the soil at an angle.

A blood-soaked corpse burst forth, instantly arriving at the scene of flesh and bone fragments, and began to devour them frantically.

Xie Beiling watched the conquest end in the blink of an eye, her lips twitching.

So simple, so easy, and so decisive.

However, she knew in her heart that the being in the tomb was at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, enough to become the foundation of a major sect outside the space.

Even powerful forces like Jianmen and Qingyangzhai can become the masters of a single academy or peak.

Only my senior brother would be so resolute and ruthless.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu had already taken control of the blood corpse, devouring all the flesh and blood in the rubble without refining it, but instead storing it away for the time being.

With a crimson cauldron atop his head, he gazed at the towering, dark mountains, his hands clasped together.
"What a blessed place!"

Roar!
The refining corpse roared to the sky, its voice filled with excitement and exhilaration.

Its sliver of intelligence also allowed it to know that this space might be the greatest opportunity for a corpse to survive.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly stomped his foot.

Boom~
The entire area within a thousand miles was shaking, and a dazzling blue light burst forth, sweeping across one great mountain after another.

Mountains collapsed, rocks flew everywhere, and coffins were exposed, their contents not yet fully revealed.

The crimson blood cauldron was already pressing down on them.

bang bang bang~
The coffin exploded, releasing a surge of evil energy that instantly turned into a pool of blood and bones.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the seven surrounding mountains, along with the evil creatures within them, all vanished, turning into provisions for the blood-soaked corpses.

These evil beings vary in strength; the strong ones are at the peak of the Condensation Realm, while the weak ones are merely at the Foundation Establishment level, making them utterly incapable of contending with the Crimson Shadow.

The chariot moved slowly forward, and the blue light not only did not subside, but became even more dazzling, shattering mountains and extinguishing evil energy.

The blood corpse followed the chariot, devouring blood and bones, growing ever more ferocious.

Its face gradually became ferocious, with corpse energy mixed with dark green evil energy emanating from its body, and its eyes were blood red, sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic.

Time ticked by, and then the chariot came to a sudden stop.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the refined corpse that had devoured bones and blood. He stood in the pit, his body exuding an evil aura, his face contorted, and his eyes blank.

It seemed no different from the evil creature in the coffin.

The young man's double pupils were half-closed.

He simply had the corpse refiner store the evil creature's flesh and blood, and then refine it after leaving this space.

Unexpectedly, he was still affected by evil spirits and ended up in this situation.

However, for him, it was just a little troublesome.

Raise your hands and slowly bring them together in prayer position.
He struck a solemn pose, his red robe fluttering in the wind, Buddhist scriptures appearing on his face, exuding an unparalleled spirit that had transcended all suffering.

"wake up!"

A loud shout.

The mountains trembled, and the pale yellow mist that lingered year-round vanished. All yin energy, evil energy, corpse energy, and various negative energies dissipated one by one.

The blood corpse regained its senses in an instant, knelt down, and was filled with fear.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually glanced at the blood corpse, then turned his gaze to the depths of the space, his expression solemn.

As one mountain after another crumbled, he vaguely sensed that some inexplicable entity was reviving, making the young man instinctively feel danger.

Along the way, I have also gained some understanding of the formations arranged in the space:

'By extracting the most yin and evil elements from the universe and using them as a foundation, and drawing upon the corpses of countless powerful beings, one person is nurtured, seeking life amidst death and reversing yin and yang.'

Zhang Yuanzhu made his own guesses.

Even a Golden Core True Monarch might not be able to accomplish such a feat.

Furthermore, he also discovered many corpses among the evil objects, dressed in clothing from the Primordial Era.

“A Dao Lord who was unwilling to perish, or rather a True Lord who had gone far beyond the Golden Core stage, left behind this space.”

The young man lowered his clasped hands and pressed them against the carriage railing, his double pupils deep and unfathomable.
"But as the long years have passed, what exactly has been nurtured and developed is something that even the mastermind probably doesn't know."

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and slowly exhaled.

If he hadn't broken through to the first level of the Qi Condensation Realm, he would turn around and leave now, without taking any risks.

But at the moment.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a wide grin, exuding an air of arrogance.

He steered the chariot forward again, and at the same time, streams of light flew out from his arms, transforming into array plates that fell to the ground and stabilized the surrounding terrain.

Such a rare terrain might just be able to reverse the grand formation and turn it into our own, obtaining the extreme yang within yin.

Even if it doesn't work, such a sinister place can still destroy some evil things and delay the birth of that unknown being, so it's not a bad thing.

While pondering, he struck, destroying mountains, slaying evil creatures, and venturing deep into space.

(End of this chapter)