Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 462 Traces of the Old Era, Facing the True Lord (4000 words)

The chariot swept across the sky, speeding forward.

Like a great blue sun surveying the heavens and earth, wherever it passed, the pale yellow mist vanished, and towering black mountains exploded, directly suppressing the evil things they buried and turning them into resources for refining corpses.

At the same moment, streaks of light fell from the blue sun, transforming into array plates, and the terrain of the entire space was slowly changing.

Time passed by, second by second, and no one knew how much time had gone by.

Zhang Yuanzhu drove his chariot into the deepest part of the space.

The dark mountains that covered the land disappeared, and the pale yellow mist turned into a deep yellow, which even the bright sunlight could not penetrate or dispel.

The young man's double pupils were deep and unfathomable as he gazed at the dark yellow mist, yet he could not see clearly what lay within.

He frowned slightly, a thought flashing through his mind.

The Crimson Wolf Cauldron rose from the waist, hovering above the chariot, casting rays of light to protect everyone.

With a light stomp of its foot, the silver wolf growled and pulled the chariot forward.

However, after traveling several hundred miles, the view suddenly opened up.

As the deep yellow mist dissipated, nine towering mountains came into view.

On each sacred mountain, thick, dark chains, as thick as mountain ranges, are wrapped around it, stretching downwards and pulling a hundred-foot-long jade coffin.

The jade coffin was covered with countless runes, which flowed and changed, making it exceptionally mysterious.

Beneath the jade coffin lay a dark, still pool of water, undisturbed and imbued with the deepest stillness.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept over the jade coffin, then turned to the nine majestic divine mountains, where beastly figures stood atop the peaks.

At that moment, all nine beastly figures lowered their gazes simultaneously.

Boom boom boom~
A surge of extremely powerful auras rushed in, like demons and gods, eerie and cold.

oooo~
The giant wolf howled, its limbs going limp.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, lightly tapping his five fingers resting on the long ruler.

Dang~
The clang of metal against metal created invisible ripples that suppressed the surging energy and calmed the giant wolf's fear.

He looked up and saw the mountaintop clearly.

Nine gray-blue cow carcasses stood atop the mountain, looking down.

Each one was extraordinary, exuding an eerie aura like a vast ocean.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the aura emanating from the nine-headed evil bull and his expression turned solemn.

The combined aura of the five heads is no weaker than that of a peak-level Qi Condensation cultivator. Among them, the aura emanating from four evil creatures is comparable to, or even stronger than, that of a Golden Core True Monarch.

His gaze was fixed on the nine-headed evil creature, his five fingers tightly gripping the gleaming white ruler, and the crimson cauldron above its head shone even brighter.

The two sides faced off across the sky, time ticking by, but neither made a move.

Are there any restrictions?

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and insightful, able to see through 'illusion'.

He saw the runes and array patterns covering the feet of each bull demon and understood.

Then, the young man turned his gaze to the hundred-foot-tall jade coffin.

'A Nascent Soul Daoist!'

He murmured to himself, confirming his earlier judgment.

Using a Golden Core Realm demon corpse as a guardian is only possible for a Dao Lord.

Call ~
Take a breath of air.

"You all stay here and do not leave."

After instructing Dahuang and the witch, Zhang Yuanzhu stepped out of the chariot and landed on the ground.

With the Crimson Wolf Cauldron atop his head and the Measuring Ruler clenched between his five fingers, he slowly approached the jade coffin.

Tower! Tower! Tower!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed around.

The world was filled with silence, which grew increasingly oppressive as time passed.

tower!
He took another step and landed, now no more than a hundred paces from the pool.

Wow wow~
The cow carcass trembled, the chains slid, and the clanging of metal echoed endlessly.

A faint aura locked onto Chi Ying.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous! !
His body instinctively gave him a warning, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Zhang Yuanzhu kept his gaze fixed on the jade coffin, sensing the internal energy. Only after confirming that there were no changes did he look at the pool of water beneath the coffin.

The pool was still, with wisps of black mist rising from it, filled with an aura of death.

"This is the core of the formation, a place where the remains of countless powerful warriors are gathered, a place of extreme yin and evil, a place where all yin energy, corpse energy, evil energy and negative energy converge."

He gazed at the pool, his double pupils radiating a blue-black light, like two great suns swirling around each other.

Majestic and sacred!
Break through illusions and see the essence.

Beneath the tranquil pool, a pure white flower comes into view.

The flowers are entirely white, with both petals and leaves crystal clear and white. They sway with the water, carrying a mysterious and profound charm.

"Ha~"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled:
"As expected, yin gives rise to yang, and yang gives rise to yin. Even the most yin and evil place can give birth to a pure yang."

However, he also felt a little regretful. The evil corpse was suppressing the formation at the core, and if he wanted to reverse the formation and directly refine the creature in the jade coffin to death, he would inevitably be hindered.

Having already decided that his plan was impossible, he could only settle for second best and try to seize this precious pure yang medicine.

Raise your palm, change your five fingers, and form an ancient hand seal.

Boom~
Beyond the core of the formation, on the vast land, array plates rose into the air, their patterns flowing and their light shimmering.

The formation underwent a slight change at this moment, which in turn affected the core of the formation.

hum~
The water in the pool churned even without wind, and the pure white flowers swayed violently.

In a short while, a petal fell, accompanied by an undercurrent that surged towards the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, gently grasped the falling petals, and smiled.

Her five fingers gently caressed the petals, feeling the warmth from her fingertips and the surging life energy within them.

"It's at least a Golden Core level medicine, more valuable than I imagined."

As he made a hand seal, the pool water surged and churned even more violently. Another petal fell, rising with the undercurrent and landing in the young man's palm.

The pool water surged, and the third petal swayed precariously.

moo~
A cow's moo fell from the heavens.

boom!
The pool was calm, and the nine chains rattled.

Pairs of beastly eyes, filled with wicked intent, were fixed on the Crimson Shadow.

The pressure, as if the sky were falling and the earth were overturning, poured down, and a murderous intent locked on.

It seemed that any further movement would lead to an ambush.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, and with a thought, a jade box appeared.

Crunch!

Open the box and place two flower petals inside.

He then put it in his bosom and stored it away.

His palm reached out, seemingly unaware of the immense pressure, and his five fingers gently swayed.

Boom~
The water in the pool surged towards the sky, splashing up droplets that were caught in my sleeves.

Splash~ Splash~ Moo~
The iron chain slid, and the cow carcass growled softly.

A torrent of evil energy poured down, and a creaking sound came from inside the jade coffin.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his palm and flicked it lightly.

call out!
The Crimson Wolf Cauldron swept across the sky.

In an instant, the evil energy trembled, then exploded with a bang, only to be extinguished by the blood-red light.

At this moment, the nine-headed ox corpse trembled slightly, raised its hooves, and the commotion inside the jade coffin grew louder and louder, clearly indicating that it had reached its limit of endurance.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable as he gazed intently at the jade coffin.

Turn around!

He strode towards the rear chariot.

"I am about to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine-headed evil creature hesitated for a moment before slowly retracting its hooves, and the commotion inside the jade coffin subsided into silence.

"Does it have wisdom?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped onto the chariot, a ripple of emotion stirring deep within his eyes.

Without further hesitation, he lightly stomped his foot.

boom!
A burst of blue light, like a rising sun, burst through the deep yellow mist and disappeared.

In an instant, calm returned to the center of the formation. Nine divine mountains stood tall between heaven and earth, and the nine ox corpses, resembling demons and monsters, exuded an evil aura. A jade coffin swayed gently under the pull of dark chains.

A barely perceptible murmur drifted through the air.

"A junior cultivator?"

……

After leaving the center of the formation, the chariot traversed the sky and sped away.

One after another, dark, towering mountains, shrouded in mist, swept past below.

Xie Beiling stood beside Chi Ying, recalling what she had just seen and heard, her red lips slightly parted:

"Senior brother, what was buried in the jade coffin just now?"

"Daojun!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke frankly, his palm pressed against the carriage railing, the measuring ruler at his waist swirling with an astonishing aura.

"A being who could be considered powerful even in the primordial era, yet he was active at the beginning of our era."

Xie Beiling remained silent, her eyes filled with shock.

She had suspected it for a while, but when she finally confirmed it, she was still deeply shaken.

If a Daoist master or Bodhisattva were to appear in the mortal world, they would be able to sweep across an entire era and defeat all their adversaries.

“Senior brother, your choice is right. Stay away from this place, accumulate strength, and after a hundred years, even the Dao Lord will have to bow down. A mere remnant cannot stir up any trouble.”

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and did not object.

He cultivated himself along the way, his faith never wavering, and reached the end of the Great Way, accomplishing a great feat that no hero of the past or present had achieved.

In just a few words, they had completely left the depths of space and the towering, dark mountains behind.

He no longer wantonly destroyed the Great Mountain and killed evil creatures.

On one hand, the corpse's body had already stored too much evil flesh and blood, reaching its limit.

On the other hand, every time someone tries to make a move, a faint aura will sweep over them, carrying a warning.

The journey was uneventful!
Several days later, they arrived at the edge of space.

The chariot came to a stop, the azure light receded, and Zhang Yuanzhu, with a large cauldron atop his head and a ruler slung over his shoulder, stood there, chuckling softly:
"It's time to leave."

"it is good!"

"Wang~"

The young man stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve.

Click!

The surrounding space collapsed layer by layer, plunging into deep darkness that covered the ancient chariot.

Looking back, mountains, rivers, grass, trees, and forests come into view.

They returned to Mount Aoki.

"Finally out, now go die!"

A cold voice came from all directions.

In the next instant, the sky, the earth, and space seemed to freeze, and then ripples rose up, surging, churning, and twisting like waves.

An indescribable pressure filled the entire wilderness, every inch of it.

A ray of dark green light emerged from the horizon, spreading and spreading, and in the blink of an eye, it had already painted the vast landscape.

It was an indescribably giant hand, with five bent fingers that resembled five pillars hanging down from the sky, reaching out to grab the chariot.

At this moment, a sudden attack occurred, the space was sealed off, and all escape routes were cut off.

Xie Beiling, Da Huang, and even the silver wolf pulling the cart did not panic in this catastrophic situation, but instead looked at that red figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the chariot, looked up, and his double pupils pierced through the layers of light, seeing the being standing in the deepest part of the sky, whose every move was in harmony with the Dao.

A smile spread across his face as he whispered:
"Golden Core True Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Before he could finish speaking, the crimson figure soared into the sky.

Within his dantian, the nine-tiered azure platform trembled violently, and streams of magical power surged forth.

In his mind, the sixteen-story glazed pagoda trembled, and his spiritual consciousness surged.

Within the body, muscles, tendons, and internal organs trembled, and streams of blood and qi circulated between the limbs and bones, unleashing a vast power.

One hand is raised and firmly gripped the side of the cauldron.

kill!

Lifting a tripod to strike the sky is like the eruption of thousands of volcanoes.

Explosive and tyrannical.

A crimson cauldron and a giant palm—the two attacks instantly traversed the sky and collided fiercely.

boom! Boom! !
Amidst the deafening roar, the vast sky shattered like a mirror.

One was as red as blood, the other as dark green as an eerie sight. They collided wildly in the void, stirring up waves and countless streams of light that swept across the land.

boom!
The crimson cauldron receded, and the giant hand dimmed.

That attack was blocked!
Zhang Yuanzhu held the cauldron in one hand, watching the palm continue to press down on him.

His expression was icy. He raised one arm, shaking the entire void. His palm opened, and his fingertips changed, each transformation representing the pinnacle of a spell.

The sun, moon, stars, plants, birds, beasts, and all things in heaven and earth flashed by in the palm of my hand.

With a single step, fingers clenched together, it's as if the world is held in the palm of one's hand.

Qiankun Seal, kill!

The fist thrusts forward, its light dazzling, its intent like a galaxy pouring down, illuminating the vast emptiness.

In an instant, the giant dark green hand shattered into pieces.

The fist-print thrusts forward horizontally, carrying an overwhelming and domineering force that seems to swallow mountains and rivers.

The blurry figure standing deep in the sky revealed its true form under the light of the fist.

A Taoist priest in a flowing green robe, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

The old Taoist priest, holding his three-foot-long green beard in one hand and his whisk in the other, sighed softly, seemingly saddened.

"You have not left your clan's territory for more than three hundred years, yet you have unexpectedly become such a remarkable person. It is a pity that you have fallen into the demonic path."

The hand that was pinching his beard reached out, and a crystal-clear green leaf appeared in his palm.

A bizarre feeling, so vast it encompasses the world, yet so small it's like a speck of dust, swirled across a green leaf, driving one mad.

With a flick of the fingertips, green leaves fluttered and met the unparalleled light of the fist.

"Until you reach the Golden Core stage, you will never know the true power of a True Lord."

With a sigh, a fallen leaf pressed against the fist.

There was no deafening roar, only the fading light of fists and green leaves.

In an instant or forever, the light of the fist dissipates, and the green leaves wither.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his fist clenched, his gaze lowered, staring at the torn flesh on the back of his hand, his face expressionless, showing little shock.

Even the heavily injured True Monarch Qingyang could only put up a fight at this moment, let alone the unharmed True Monarch Du.

However, under such circumstances, how could they not fight?

Compared to crushing the weak, what he always wanted was to fight the strong.

It would be laughable if someone who has cultivated for over twenty years were to rejoice at the sight of the weak and cower at the sight of the strong.

Zhang Yuanzhu's fighting spirit surged, his eyes seemed to be inlaid with two great suns, burning with an extremely intense fighting spirit.

With a slight tilt of his body, a simple yet powerful movement, his eight-foot frame seemed to fill the darkness.

The void itself was rippled with layers of wrinkles, and spiritual energy, energy, dust, and all things tangible and intangible were pushed aside and swept across the eight directions.

He raised his hand, which was gripping the Crimson Cauldron, and poured all his power—magic, malevolent energy, blood energy, and spiritual awareness—into the cauldron.

hum~
At this moment, the Crimson Wolf Cauldron trembled violently, broke free from the five fingers, and expanded rapidly.

The wolf head on the cauldron wall became increasingly ferocious and sinister.

oooo~
A wolf roared.

The crimson cauldron twisted and transformed into a ferocious blood wolf.

Its limbs stretched across the sky and earth, its wolf head probing into the depths of the void, its beastly eyes drooping, cunning and cold.

The void, stretching for thousands of miles, three thousand miles, and six thousand miles, was torn apart by endless blood-red light, leaving hundreds of creases.

Immediately, it opened its wolfish mouth and lunged at the old Taoist priest.

"Even the ancestors of the Blood Wolf clan would kneel down and submit to me. Use it to fight me."

"ridiculous!"

The old man sneered.

He did not resist and was swallowed up by the giant wolf.

(End of this chapter)