Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 468 Yin-Yang Mirror, a side sect, the Boundless Palace (4000)

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu let out a soft breath, calming his emotions.

Then, he turned his gaze to the witch.

"This was a huge success, and the road ahead has become much smoother from now on."

Young people's whispers.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient chariot appeared, and he stepped onto it.

Xie Beiling and Da Huang followed closely behind, while the silver giant wolf consciously put on its reins.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly stomped his foot, and lines spread out, concealing his aura and blurring cause and effect, silently driving away to the north.

At this moment, the witch pressed her hands against the carriage railing, gazing at the crimson figure with a hint of curiosity, her red lips slightly parted:
"Did you enter the Du family's territory and kill many enemies, Senior Brother?"

Given my senior's appearance, he must have gained a great deal, but I wonder to what extent.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, a smile playing on his lips, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He rested his right arm on the long, white ruler and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"The Du family's territory was burned down, most of the family members were reduced to ashes, and even some of their heritage was obtained by me."

Raise your free hand, and several green leaves float in your palm, emitting a faint halo.

Each leaf is like a flawless piece of jade, crystal clear, reflecting the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars.

Even Xie Beiling, with her strong will, was shocked at this moment, staring blankly at the green leaf that was handed to her.

"A spiritual leaf at the Golden Core level, or even higher."

A ripple of emotion stirred deep within her eyes, and she shook her head.

"It's too precious for me to accept. Besides, my senior brother cultivates wood magic, and this spiritual item is of great help to him. It shouldn't be wasted on me."

"Senior brother, take it back."

Before she could finish speaking, several green leaves had already drifted down into the witch's arms.

“I cut down one-tenth of the divine tree that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and its resources are beyond imagination.”

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

Sensing the green leaves, wood chips, and life essence stored in the scarlet battle flag in his arms, his smile deepened.

With these spiritual objects, as long as one's understanding of the Yin-Yang principles keeps up, one's cultivation at the Condensation of Evil Realm will inevitably rise rapidly, surpassing that of the past and present.

After all, his foundation was too strong, so there was no need to worry about his foundation becoming unstable after taking the precious medicine.

Lost in thought, he flipped his hand and took out several more green leaves, throwing them to Big Yellow. Even the silver wolf pulling the cart received a leaf of the divine tree.

After seeing her senior brother assigning supporting roles one after another, Xie Beiling knew in her heart that what he said was true.

She gently held the green leaf with her five fingers, her red lips pressed tightly together.

The boy who once fled in disarray from the chaotic land has now achieved this, surpassing the imagination of many.

"Thank you!"

Snapped!
He patted the woman's shoulder with his hand, followed by a gentle laugh.

"There's no need to be so polite between you and me."

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu instructed the woman, the dog, and the wolf on the precautions needed to refine the green leaves.

The witch would also occasionally ask about any doubts she encountered during her cultivation.

As they exchanged questions and answers, the sky darkened, the sun set, and the bright moon rose.

"The green leaves of the divine tree are precious, and the energy they contain is relatively mild, but they should not be consumed in excess. One must focus on building a strong foundation and not fail to even pass the first stage of Qi Condensation."

Zhang Yuanzhu solemnly reminded him.

In spiritual practice, the most important thing has never been precious medicines or spiritual objects, but the person practicing.

His talent, comprehension, perseverance, and the path he chose.

Otherwise, the Du family, which possesses the entire divine tree and almost endless spiritual objects, wouldn't only have a few Golden Core True Monarchs and a dozen or so True Persons at the Condensation Realm.

The path of cultivation, with each level representing a new realm, is not mere superstition.

The witch naturally understood these principles.

She nodded slightly on the forehead:
"Senior brother, I will be careful."

"Go into seclusion and cultivate yourself. I will protect you."

"it is good."

After a few words, the woman, bathed in moonlight, gracefully departed and walked to the rear of the chariot.

Dahuang also lay down and carefully began to swallow the green leaves.

As for Zhang Yuanzhu, he rested one hand on the measuring rod and the other on the carriage railing, admiring the magnificent landscape.

Grass, trees, birds, and beasts flashed past beneath him.

He remained silent and observed quietly.

As the night deepened and the bright moon hung high in the sky, I lost track of time before finally turning my gaze away and whispering:
"Does the Daoist art involve things deeper than the Golden Core realm?"

Several months later, he encountered Taoist attacks again, which were still incredibly powerful and could easily shatter the Golden Core talisman.

Various speculations arose in my mind, and then gradually subsided.

Zhang Yuanzhu began to tally up the spoils of this battle.

He raised his hand, clenched it in mid-air, and a scarlet battle flag appeared in his palm.

Do not!
It could no longer be called 'scarlet' at this moment; the flagpole was dark black, and the flag was mostly blue, with dense blue leaf patterns inlaid on it.

With his free hand extended forward, he gently brushed the flag, feeling the coolness it brought.

He 'looked' at the mountain of green spirit leaves piled up inside the flag, along with wood chips of varying sizes, and the life essence that had gathered into a lake.

These were all spoils of war he obtained from the Du family.

Unfortunately, the raising of the flag did not gather all the fallen spirit trees and leaves, leaving even more fallen leaves in the Du family's territory.

After observing for a while, he released his grip, and the battle flag stood to one side.

A stream of light burst forth from the storage bag and hovered in front of the young man.

The radiance faded, revealing the lapis lazuli arm guards riddled with cracks.

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep eyes scanned the area carefully before he shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

The low-grade evil weapon, the Myriad Wood Armor, is so badly damaged that it is beyond repair.

This was also a loss in the battle, but compared to the gains, it was nothing.

So next, we will head to the location of the "Dead Wood Wheel Sutra" mountain gate while focusing on cultivation to enhance our combat power.

Zhang Yuanzhu no longer hesitated and flicked his sleeves.

The Blood Demon Banner fluttered down behind him, releasing wisps of green mist that drifted towards his body.

This is the purest essence of life, extremely precious, yet at this moment it all surges into the body.

At this moment, the Yi Wood Reversal Technique was operating at full power.

A faint red glow emanates from the flesh and blood, locking in the essence of life and transforming it into potential and inner strength.

His understanding of this wood-based technique increased at an extremely rapid pace.

As the wooden magic was activated, it became increasingly mysterious, its body radiating a red light that mingled with the blue mist.

At the same time, wisps of green mist appeared in the dantian, gathered on top, and turned into a misty green rain.

The nine-tiered spiritual platform trembled slightly, and the 'fine rain' from the sky gathered and transformed into magical power.

Time passed second by second until the bright moon set and the sun rose in the east.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped practicing his cultivation techniques and spells, took out the Dragon and Phoenix Yin-Yang Jade from his bosom, placed it between his eyebrows, and began to comprehend the laws of Yin and Yang.

He practiced this way day after day without ever slacking off.

One month later.

A tank swept across the sky from the northern part of Qingmu Mountain.

A silver wolf pulled the chariot, while a crimson figure sat cross-legged atop the chariot, its body radiating a faint red glow, like the warm winter sun or the gentle spring breeze.

Where the red light shines, grass and trees grow, flowers bloom, and a scene full of vitality unfolds.

Zhang Yuanzhu examined his entire body, his flesh, bones, and tendons, and found them brimming with vitality and possessing astonishing potential. With such vigorous vitality, even the most severe injuries could be quickly healed as long as he had a breath left, allowing him to fight his enemies.

"After several months of practice, the Yi Wood Reversal Technique has finally surpassed its previous level and reached a state of perfection."

The young man sighed.

It was only because of his extraordinary talent and abundant spiritual wood that he was able to cultivate this special spell to such a level within a few months.

Then
It's time to test the combination spells I've conceived.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and he raised his hand, his fingers forming a brushstroke as he slowly traced a line.

stab~
Space tore open, revealing a long, narrow mirror-like surface, dark and black, that swallowed all light and heat.

In the blink of an eye, the mirror distorted, leaped out of the void, and hovered in front of me, blurry and indistinct, sometimes real, sometimes illusory.

At the same moment, streaks of red light burst forth from its body, illuminating the mirror surface.

Destruction and life, yin and yang, intertwine and converge at this moment, containing the principles and truths.

After an unknown amount of time, the illusory ancient mirror, now imbued with a touch of reality, materialized before him.

The frame is antique, one side is as black as ink, and the other side glows with a warm red light.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and gently stroked the ancient mirror:

"It's not over yet!"

In the next instant, a pair of double pupils shone with azure and black light, as if two great suns were rising and swirling around each other.

Strands of light fell upon the mirror, merging with magic.

The dark light and glossy black sheen blend together, creating a deep and gloomy atmosphere that exudes ultimate destruction.

The red and blue light intertwined, transforming into a pure white hue, warm and full of life.

The four spells he had cultivated to the point of no return—the Dead Mirror, the Wood Return to Heaven, the Azure Jade Spirit Eye, and the Eye of Annihilation—merged into one at this moment, transforming into the Vast Ancient Mirror.

Chi Ying felt the warmth from his fingertips, a smile playing on his lips, and he spoke:
"Destruction on one side, life on the other—this technique is..."

"The Yin-Yang Mirror!"

The Dao is divided into Yin and Yang, and a mirror has two sides, making it a more suitable method for carrying the Dao, and also a method for him to verify the Dao path.

He only needs two more spells to perfect the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Lost in thought, he clasped his hands together, and the ancient mirror dissipated.

He then prepared to take out the magic he had obtained from the Wanbao Hall in Yuanshui Immortal City—the Wansen Annihilation Finger!

This is the only magic jade slip that the young man took from Wanbaotang.

Just as he was about to take it out and read it, Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked towards the end of the earth with his double pupils.

Dozens of cultivators of varying strengths are climbing Greenwood Mountain, rapidly approaching the summit.

At the same time, a woman dressed in a black dress stepped to his side.

A gentle breeze blows, her dress flutters, and her long black hair dances, making her appear like a fairy descending to earth, transcending the mundane world.

The witch's red lips curved into a smile as she followed the young man's gaze toward the precipice.
"With the ongoing battles within the Divine Control Plains, and the Boundless Palace and the Azure Sun Sect locked in a bloody conflict, it's not hard to guess that a cultivator could still climb the Azure Wood Mountain at such a time."

Clearly, Xie Beiling possessed a secret treasure and had also discovered the cultivators climbing up.

Zhang Yuanzhu rose leisurely, flicked his sleeves, and gathered the battle flags behind him.

"The Wuliang Palace and the Du family are constantly entangled."

He gently gripped the gleaming white ruler in his hand, quietly sensing the dozens of auras approaching.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
A figure draped in an ancient Taoist robe leaped out first, standing in the sky, observing the surroundings.

Then, figures rushed out, stood side by side, and scanned the surrounding wilderness, but none of them found the ancient chariot that concealed its aura and obscured its cause and effect.

It's as if they don't exist in this world.

They unleashed their aura without any concealment, like dozens of mountains suddenly appearing and tearing apart the clouds.

"Rest assured, everyone at the Jade Sun Temple, my Du family has no intention of causing harm. We only wish to cooperate and achieve mutual benefit, not to wage war and slaughter."

A hearty laugh rang out, dispelling the turbulent energy between heaven and earth.

A burly man in green robes ascended from the foot of the mountain and stood beside the cultivators of Wuliang Palace.

The leader of the Yuyang Temple was a young man with a square face and an ancient Taoist robe. He stepped out from the crowd.

“We have come with sincerity. As long as the Du family remains in Qingmu Mountain, Wuliang Palace will never move south.”

"The unorthodox path only requires the Divine Control Origin!"

The burly man in green robes nodded slightly, his smile hearty.
"As it should be."

The Divine Controlling Sect was never under the control of the Du family, and the righteous forces within it also suffered heavy losses, almost being wiped out by the Boundless Palace.

A month ago, the Du family might have had some intention of driving away the side sects and reclaiming the Divine Control Plains, but now...
It's enough that Wuliang Palace stops at Qingmu Mountain!
"There is no conflict between our two lineages. Cooperation will benefit both of us. We can work together to fight against Qingyangzhai and also do our best to eliminate that variable."

After exchanging a few words, the two prepared to leave together.

"Ah!"

A soft laugh echoed through the room.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every cultivator.

Before the group of cultivators could react, the ancient chariot appeared out of thin air, and a tall, slender figure stood on it, looking down.

A fierce wind blew, causing his red robe to flutter wildly and his black hair to dance in disarray. Beneath his long, sharp eyebrows were a pair of deep, unfathomable double pupils.

A slight smile played on Chi Ying's lips.

At this moment, both the young man in the ancient Taoist robe and the burly man in the green robe roared simultaneously:

"It's Zhang Yuanzhu!!!"

Despite their expressions of fear, they made completely different choices.

The burly man in green robes roared.

The aura of a peak-level Condensation Realm cultivator rose, his magical power and blood energy began to boil, the sky for thousands of miles trembled, mountains exploded, rivers dried up, and then...
Ran!

The burly figure shattered space and fled at top speed, without the slightest thought of fighting.

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile deepened, and he slowly raised his arm, spreading his five fingers.

hum~
The wind was still, the water was still, and all the dust and spiritual energy were solidified. Even the burly man who was fleeing in panic seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and his speed kept slowing down.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you demonic cultivator, you scoundrel! My clan's True Monarch will surely kill you!"

The burly man roared with all his might, his eyelids split open, blood flowing down, looking ferocious and terrifying, yet he could not move forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at his opponent.

The outstretched hand suddenly clenched.

bang~
His body was torn apart, blood and bone splattering everywhere, like crimson fireworks rising from the void.

Brilliant yet desolate!
Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, looked at the gathered cultivators of Wuliang Palace, and whispered:

"Righteous cultivators are always like this, clinging to a sliver of unrealistic hope, yet lacking the courage to face death."

The young man from the Jade Sun Temple stood solemnly in front of the group of cultivators, gazing at the crimson shadow in the sky.

"Nineteen hundred years, twenty generations have passed, and we have lived in peace until now. This is only natural. We have all overestimated the righteous path. Although its power is great and its strongmen are numerous, it can still be defeated."

The young Taoist's voice was calm and undisturbed.

With each step, he ascended into the air, and rays of divine light emanated from his body.

Dozens of cultivators behind him rose into the sky at this moment, without dodging or fleeing, only resolute determination.

The chanting of scriptures resounded through the heavens and echoed across the land.

"Boundless Heaven, Boundless Earth, Boundless Light, My Way is Boundless, Kill!"

Rays of light burst forth, intertwining and converging like a vast, surging ocean.

Two thousand miles of mountains and rivers turned to ashes, and a vast sea of ​​light, carrying the intense heat of annihilation, surged toward the sky.

(End of this chapter)