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Chapter 469 Zhang Yuanzhu: Mortals, you have done your best (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the chariot, admiring the divine light filling the sky and the cultivators chanting scriptures and howling.

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he is admirable for overestimating his own abilities!

With a single step, he stepped out of the chariot, and 156 divine rings bloomed simultaneously, floating around his body and making him appear like a deity descending to earth.

Raise your palm, spread your fingers, and meet the surging sea of ​​light.

In the blink of an eye, the two had crossed the sky and touched each other.

stab~
With a tearing sound like brocade being ripped, the sea of ​​light split apart from the tall figure, surging to both sides.

At this moment, Crimson Shadow, enveloped in a divine halo, looked down upon the dozens of Boundless Palace cultivators who stood dumbfounded in the sky:
"Fan Gu, you have done your best!"

The outstretched hand suddenly fell.

Boom~
The vast sea of ​​light shattered, and countless figures vanished into ashes, scattered across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, no one was standing in front of Zhang Yuanzhu.

Simple and easy!
There wasn't much room for struggle.

Only one young man, dressed in an ancient Taoist robe, collapsed to the ground.

The young man, at the fifth step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, had a tattered Daoist robe and cracks appearing all over his body, making him look like fragile porcelain.

He strained to look up, and upon seeing that godlike figure, a smile that seemed like a cry appeared on his face:
"Boundless Body Protection Technique! What a magnificent Boundless Body Protection Technique!!"

A disciple of the Immortal Soldier Valley actually used the most basic spells of the Daoist tradition to defeat them by attacking from below.

They perished at the hands of such beings.
It was worth dying for!
bang~
His body could no longer hold together, and it tore into pieces, the blood mixed with the white bones, staining the mountains and rivers red.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared indifferently at the wreckage on the ground and then gestured with his hand.

A blood-stained storage bag floated up from the corpses and landed in my palm.

With a light tap of five fingers on the storage bag, lines spread and diffused from the fingertips.

Soon, the restrictions on the storage bag were broken.

Immediately, a wisp of spiritual sense probed into the storage space, searching for anything useful.

About a cup of tea later.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, and the storage bag disappeared, replaced by a chain in his palm.

The chains were entirely jade-colored, engraved with dense runes, and one could faintly hear prayers and praises.

The young man clasped his hands together, sensing the tools he retrieved from his storage bag, and whispered:

"A mid-grade evil weapon, acceptable!"

Wuliang Palace comes from the remote place of Guyashan. The fifth-step True Person of Ningsha only possesses a mid-grade evil weapon, which is to be expected.

After all, a low-grade evil weapon has been passed down in Wuliang Palace's ordinary temples for thousands of years.

Having also come from Guyashan, he knew all too well what kind of place it was.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, he felt the warmth emanating from his palm through his fingers and murmured to himself:

'Take control!'

The chains disappeared and then reappeared. The young man shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

The Jade Iron Spirit Chain has no special properties.

He casually put away the weapon, and his spiritual sense surged forth, sweeping across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, probing every minute detail to make sure nothing was missed.

At the same time, Xie Beiling arrived in her chariot and stopped beside Chi Ying, her red lips slightly parted:

“The cultivators of Wuliang Palace do indeed possess a certain amount of courage and bravery.”

"Moreover, cooperating with the Du family this time and not moving eastward is also a smart move."

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his probing spiritual sense, placed his palm on the luminous white ruler, and looked serious:
"They drive away the demons to the west, suppress the demonic path to the south, and internally suppress the Immortal Soldier Valley and the Golden Light Sect. Now they are advancing eastward into the Riverbed of the Passing River. They seize almost every opportunity."

"Such a tradition is a formidable enemy that needs to be treated with utmost care."

He never underestimated Wuliang Palace; the more he interacted with it, the more he could feel the cohesion within its Daoist tradition.

Upon hearing this, Xie Beiling nodded slightly, and with her delicate hand, smoothed out the wrinkles on the young man's sleeve.

"Senior brother will always win, no matter who or what forces are ahead of him, there will be no exceptions."

She withdrew her jade-like hand, a faint smile appearing on her face, and uttered each word carefully:
"I firmly believe!"

Only someone like her, who met her senior brother when she was still a nobody and has come this far, can truly understand what it means to be a genius of unparalleled talent and the greatest prodigy of all time.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking at the woman's earnest expression, and whispered:

"That is the way it should be; may we fight and win forever!"

Although Wuliang Palace is an adversary, it is also an excellent whetstone, which will make one's path to enlightenment smoother.
'They haven't returned my lightning-attribute evil energy yet.'

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable, and he murmured to himself.

Regardless of other grudges, just considering the battles he had fought in the Demon Pass, the Thunder-attribute evil energy that Wuliang Palace had promised him had not yet been given to him.

He will one day ascend the Temple of a Thousand Calamities and speak at length about it.

After all, if there were lightning-attribute evil energy, he might not have escorted the two women, Fazhi and Fayan, to the Southern Desert, nor would he have experienced the endless battles.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, but I finally cut them all away.

The past is set in stone and cannot be changed; the future is unpredictable, and that is what we should be grasping.

He gazed at the cliff not far away and spoke:
"Let's go down the mountain!"

"it is good."

"Wang~"

The witch and Big Yellow had no objections.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed one hand on the measuring ruler and the other on the carriage railing, lightly stomping his foot as his magical power surged from his dantian.

boom!
The chariots roared as they headed down the mountain.

Rocky cliffs and lush green vegetation constantly passed by the sides of the chariot.

Zhang Yuanzhu also took out the "Ten Thousand Forests of Tranquility" from his bosom and began to read it, continuing the observation he had not yet begun.

In an instant, lines of scripture appeared in my mind and swirled around in my thoughts.

'The heart flourishes, the fingers fall into desolation; the universe is reversed, life and death are an inescapable journey.'

This is an offensive technique that reverses life force and transforms growth into destruction. The more vibrant the life force becomes, the more desolate it becomes after the reversal.

In the end, Navansen's death wish was contained in a single finger, and the world was annihilated within a small space.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully perused the scriptures, studying each word one by one, occasionally raising his palm to perform magical spells.

He became completely immersed in his understanding of magic.

Five days have passed in a row.

The chariot continued its downward speed, and gradually the vegetation on both sides turned from lush green to withered yellow, adding a touch of explosiveness to the gentle spiritual energy.

The young man awoke from his meditation on the technique, glanced casually at the changes in his surroundings, and then paid no further attention to them.

It was nothing more than the excessive conquests of Yushenyuan, which altered the course of heaven and earth and caused some changes in the environment.

These are nothing.

Zhang Yuanzhu pressed his hands against the carriage railing, gazing at the dark expanse appearing at the edge of his vision:
"We've arrived at the Divine Control Plains!"

With a whisper, the witch came to the young man's side, looked down at him, and her eyes were filled with curiosity.

Unlike her senior brother, she had never been to this area before.

The two remained silent, gazing at the land that was slowly revealing its form.

Trees and grasses were broken, mountains and rivers were cracked, and the earth was covered with dark red blood. Flesh and blood devoid of essence, bones, and broken tools were everywhere.

Xie Beiling's brows furrowed, her eyes sweeping over the ravaged land:

"battlefield?"

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, sensing the remaining energy on the corpse, and whispered:

"Wuliang Palace and Qingyangzhai once fought here, but judging from the battlefield ruins, Qingyangzhai must have been defeated."

The bones scattered on the ground all carried the aura of Qingyangzhai, clearly indicating a crushing defeat and an inability to collect the corpses.

The young man glanced at them casually before focusing his attention on an ancient jade slip in his robes, muttering to himself, 'Search for its trace!'

In an instant, a special feeling welled up in my heart.

He turned his gaze westward.

The sect that the "Drywood Wheel Sutra" belongs to is in the west, and it should not be too far from here.

Without hesitation, he steered his chariot westward, traversing the heavens.

Meanwhile, lines spread across the car body, concealing its aura.

I haven't traveled ten thousand miles yet.

"Kill! Slay those treacherous villains!!"

"Wuliang Palace, you deserve to die."

"We will not rest until we die in battle."

Long howls echoed through the sky, the sounds of clashing weapons shook the heavens, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart were also mixed in.

There is no doubt that a fierce battle is taking place beneath the chariots.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent, ignoring him, and drove his chariot away.

As they traveled westward, the battles and bloodshed gradually decreased.

Statues stood tall in the center of villages and towns, and countless mortals and even monks knelt on the ground, their voices reciting scriptures echoing through the mountains and rivers.

Clearly, Wuliang Palace has already taken control of most of the territory of Yushen Plain, and many righteous sects in the remaining areas are constantly being defeated.

Before long, Yushen Plain will fall completely under the control of Wuliang Palace.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered as he looked down at the vast landscape, but he did not take action to eliminate the Wuliang Palace cultivators stationed throughout the city.

Killing some insignificant people won't change anything.

What he needs to do now is to go to the sect where the "Drywood Wheel Sutra" is located, find the cultivation experiences of past generations, increase his understanding of cultivation methods, and accelerate his own cultivation speed.

If there are no errors in his perception, he will arrive at his destination soon.
Changchun Valley!
Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, recalling the name of the sect he belonged to when he took down the cultivation technique.

The magical power in his dantian surged and surged, causing the chariot to move faster and faster.

In the depths of the void of Yushen Plain, two blurry figures stood facing each other.

Each figure exuded an extremely powerful aura, as if merging with the void, and every move contained the principles and truths of the Tao.

The two sides stood facing each other in silence, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive.

A burly figure spoke first, breaking the silence:

"The demise of the Wuliang Palace delegation was not caused by the Du family. The elders sent by our clan to meet them also died after their soul fire was extinguished."

There was no response; the atmosphere in the void grew increasingly heavy, and a pair of jade-like eyes gazed forward:
"All I know is that dozens of elite disciples and elders of the Yuyang Temple perished on Qingmu Mountain."

"And that's Du family territory!"

The voice was calm and even, yet it contained extreme anger.

There were only a handful of fifth-step experts in the Condensing Fiend Realm even in the Jade Sun Temple, yet this one suddenly perished.

The burly figure remained silent, his five fingers clenched tightly, and a murderous intent as vast as the ocean surged forth.

The deep voice traveled in all directions, echoing through the void.

"Fellow Daoist, why bother? Who exactly made the move? How could the Boundless Palace, which possesses the Divine Descent Technique, not know?"

"If we delay any longer, that person will leave the Divine Control Plains and return to the Immortal Weapon Valley, like a dragon entering the sea—there will be no chance of killing him."

True Lord Yuyang did not respond, but simply stared coldly at True Lord Du.

The Boundless Palace's Divine Descent Technique can indeed allow disciples under the temple to traverse mountains and rivers and summon a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to conquer enemies.

But this time, Ning Sha Zhenren perished too quickly.

There was no chance to struggle; he died instantly.

As for who made the move, True Lord Yuyang naturally had some guesses, but...
The Du family must also pay the price they deserve!
The burly figure had a gloomy expression, clearly aware of Jade Sun True Lord's purpose.

He extended his clenched hand, his fingers spread, revealing a blue bead.

In an instant, a rich vitality surged forth, filling the void and spreading for thousands of miles.

"The Du family is in the wrong in this matter and is willing to make compensation."

With a raised palm, the green bead floated down in front of True Lord Yuyang.

"The essence of the divine tree, fellow Daoist, please accept it."

True Yang True Lord took the Azure Pearl, rubbed his palms together, and felt the warmth and surging vitality coming from his fingertips.

Those jade-like eyes lowered:

"It was Zhang Yuanzhu who made the move. Although I did not descend, I sensed his aura through the elders of the Jade Sun Temple present."

The burly figure trembled slightly, as if he were trying his best to suppress something, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"Find him along the way, then kill him!"

"If we cannot kill them quickly, the fate of Qingyangzhai will be the same as the fate of our two lineages, or even more tragic."

Jade Sun True Lord flipped his hand and put away the Azure Pearl:
"Then let's kill him with one blow, without delay."

"it is good!"

The two True Lords made various arrangements in their conversation.

the other side.

The chariot traversed the sky and came to a stop above a valley.

The valley is vast, stretching for thousands of miles, and is covered with lush vegetation, presenting a vibrant scene.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the chariot, looking down at the words engraved on the cliff face of the valley: Changchun Valley!

Then, his profound and unfathomable eyes saw through the illusions, and he passed through layers of great formations to see the palace, the cultivators, and the statue standing in the very center of the hall inside the valley.

He placed his palm on the long, white ruler, a smile playing on his lips.

Changchun Valley has never been destroyed in the battle between the righteous path and the unorthodox sects!
In this way, the sect's scriptures and insights will surely be preserved intact.

As for the Supreme Elder of Changchun Valley, who once fought against the True Man of Wuliang Palace outside the Green Wall and died, his sect now seeks to survive by joining a side sect.

What does it have to do with him!

After all, the head of Changchun Valley and several elders had participated in the righteous forces' attempt to kill him in Yushen Plain, and they were all killed by him.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be auctioning off their family's inherited martial arts technique, "The Wheel of Dead Wood".

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu slightly turned his body and spoke to the woman in the black dress beside him:
"Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

"Brother Dao, be careful!"

The young man nodded, took a step, and arrived at the valley.

His figure was blurry, as if he did not exist in this world, and he walked step by step into the valley.

They crossed the cliff face and passed through the array, thus entering Changchun Valley in a grand and imposing manner.

The cultivators and living beings seemed to be unable to see the red shadow.

Zhang Yuanzhu scanned the valley with his spiritual sense, and then headed directly towards the area with the strongest aura within the valley.

Soon, he stopped in front of an old Taoist temple.

The young man's deep, double-eyed gaze fell upon the old man sitting cross-legged inside the temple, draped in a yellow cloak.

Step onto the stairs.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed inside and outside the Taoist temple.

Crimson Shadow ascended the steps and entered the Taoist temple.

At that moment, the sect leader of Changchun Valley, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the tall, slender figure walking towards him.

I gaze at the face engraved on the jade slip, a face I've seen a thousand, ten thousand times.

The old man, draped in a yellow cloak, was initially startled, then stood up.

With hands clasped in a fist, bow deeply:
"Foundation Establishment cultivator pays respects to True Immortal Qingcang!"

They were respectful and sincere, without the slightest thought of resistance.

(End of this chapter)