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Chapter 472 Corpse Refining, Traces Encountered in a Desolate Place, Dao Lord? (4000)

roar~
A roar came from where the crimson shadow was.

In an instant, Xie Beiling and Da Huang both looked at the young man.

Zhang Yuanzhu also lowered his gaze, looking at the storage bag at his waist, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Gently pat the storage bag with your palm.

brush!
The coffin flew out and landed in front of him.

Thick blood mist swirled around the coffin, burning like fire. The coffin lid trembled violently, making 'bang bang' sounds, and roars could be heard from time to time.

The witch frowned, her red lips parted slightly:
"Senior brother, what is this?"

Zhang Yuanzhu did not respond immediately, but raised his hand and placed it on the coffin.

After a moment, he smiled and slowly spoke:
"The corpse refinement process has completely refined the flesh and blood of the evil creature; its cultivation level..."

bang~
The coffin lid flew off, and a robust figure strode out.

The figure had dragon horns on its head, blood-red dragon scales on its cheeks, and scarlet eyes.

It possessed a kind of demonic quality within its majesty.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils pierced through the illusion, looking at the nine-layered spiritual platform within the corpse-refining dantian, shrouded in deep yellow baleful energy, and he uttered each word clearly:
"At the end of the Condensation Realm, there is nowhere left to go."

His voice was calm.

To the witch, it sounded like a thunderclap.

A corpse at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage—only a handful of such creatures have appeared in their era.

"What my senior brother means is that this refined corpse can be used to break through to the Golden Core realm."

The witch tried her best to suppress her emotions, her voice hoarse.

Zhang Yuanzhu ran his hand over the scales on the blood corpse, his expression serious, and responded softly:
"Theoretically yes."

He paused, a hint of helplessness appearing on his face:
"However, there is absolutely no hope of success if we try to break through now."

This refining corpse devoured a large amount of flesh, bones, and evil things, growing to the peak of the Qi Condensation stage. Its foundation is so fragile that it is rare in ancient and modern times.

As for comprehending the laws, zombies are inherently weak, and with their cultivation level rising too quickly, they could barely manage to cover the nine layers of their spiritual platform with their malevolent energy.

Not to mention, he knew nothing about the preparations and precautions required to break through to the Golden Core stage.

As for the true dragon bloodline inherent in the corpse refinement itself, it is unclear how much it will enhance the breakthrough.

Various thoughts flashed through the young man's mind, but eventually faded away.

Call ~
Take a breath of air.

Zhang Yuanzhu already had a plan in mind for the corpse refining process before him.

Do your best to assist the corpse refiner in breaking through to the Golden Core stage!
If successful, one will gain a Golden Core Realm helper;

Even if you fail, you will still gain insights into breaking through to the Golden Core stage, accumulating experience for your own breakthrough.

However, before that, it is necessary to solidify the foundation of corpse refining and explore the things to pay attention to when breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

After making his decision, Zhang Yuanzhu no longer hesitated.

The palm placed on the corpse tapped lightly, and strands of blue light bloomed and flowed into the corpse's body.

The life essence of the Du family's divine tree instantly filled and refined the flesh and blood, beginning to nourish the corpse energy and solidify its foundation.

Then, the young man lowered his hand and focused his gaze back on the endless mountains in front of him.

"The place is extremely dangerous, but with the protection of the refining corpses, you will be a little safer."

He did not recall the blood corpse, intending to have it protect everyone.

The witch and Big Yellow on one side nodded, offering no objection.

The corpse refining consciously put away the coffin, carried it on its back, and stood respectfully behind the group, side by side with the silver wolf.

At this moment, the young man raised his arm, opened his palm, and gently beckoned.

Call ~
A wisp of black wind drifted from the mountains and landed in my palm, enveloped in a blue light.

Zizzi~
As the black wind blew, the blue light began to rapidly fade away.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the depletion of his magical power within his dantian, and his brows furrowed slightly.

His mana was being consumed too quickly, although it was far slower than his own recovery rate. But that might not be the case once he entered the Desolate Land.

Moreover, this wisp of black wind seems to contain something like a divine soul or spirit.

The youths used every means at their disposal to investigate the Black Wind.

After an incense stick had burned, a look of understanding appeared in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, and he murmured to himself:

'Attack the soul?'

In the blink of an eye, the azure light in his palm dissipated, and a wisp of black wind swept past his fingertips and brushed against his brow.

Boom~
In my mind, a black wind howled.

A sixteen-story glazed pagoda stood in the center, its glazed light swirling, and all the black winds vanished in response.

The young man stood on the ground, reflecting on what he had just experienced, his eyes filled with thoughts.

This area is more dangerous than I imagined.

However, for him, and even for corpse refiners, it was a place to hone their spiritual awareness and solidify their foundation.

Then, his palm fell and rested on the measuring ruler:

"Big Yellow, this is extremely dangerous. You should stay in the pet pouch for now."

"Woof~, yes, Dao Master."

Without hesitation, Dahuang leaped up and disappeared into the demon pet pouch.

Then, Chi Ying lightly gripped the gleaming white ruler with her five fingers, glanced at the woman in the black dress out of the corner of her eye, and whispered an instruction:

"The black wind destroys spiritual consciousness, and ordinary living beings have no chance to struggle. Without the protection of their physical strength, even Foundation Establishment cultivators cannot survive for long."

"I will have the Corpse Refiner use its corpse energy to protect you. For it, this is a trial; for you, the Dao and principles contained within the corpse energy are also a kind of fortune."

As the words drifted by, a free hand reached out and handed over a dark gold short stick covered in cracks.

"Within magical artifacts reside spirits, which can protect one's safety should danger arise."

After arranging everything, Zhang Yuanzhu strode towards the mountain.

Xie Beiling gripped the broken Dao stick with one hand, gazing at Chi Ying with a complex expression.

As always, my senior brother was open and honest, and he handed over the golden core and magic treasure to me.

She walked gracefully forward, following beside her.

The corpse, draped in a wide black robe, followed closely behind the woman, its deep yellow corpse energy bursting forth and transforming into clouds to protect her.

Silver Wolf stared blankly at the two people and the corpse walking ahead, looking somewhat bewildered.

That powerful figure didn't seem to intend for him to leave with him.

I've been released!

As it watched the figures gradually disappear into the distance, its thoughts seemed to become sharper at that moment.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and with a leap, he darted into the corpse energy, obediently following behind the woman in the black dress, clinging to the side of the refining corpse.

Neither Zhang Yuanzhu nor Xie Beiling paid any attention to the giant silver wolf.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed between heaven and earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped into the mountains without any protection.

A black wind swept across my face.

Boom~
In my mind, a fierce wind rises, howling through every tiny place, trying to obliterate everything.

The sixteen-story pagoda stands in the center, radiating an immortal and indestructible light, resisting the rampant black wind.

With a slight tremor, the black wind that had permeated his mind vanished.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the solidified trace of spiritual consciousness, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As he expected, the Jedi could also become a place of opportunity to hone one's skills.

The young man walked steadily toward the mountains, his mind filled with the image of a pagoda that quelled the black winds that filled the sky.

Xie Beiling also stepped forward while observing the Dao and principles contained within the corpse energy.

The corpse energy was rapidly depleted, but was replenished by the life essence of the divine tree, gradually adding a faint trace of life force to the death energy.

This is a rare opportunity for growth and refinement.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the howling black wind and enjoyed the increasingly solidified spiritual consciousness.

He strode forward, delving ever deeper.

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Located at the junction of the western part of Yushen Plain and the eastern part of Guya Mountain, in a perilous place.

The sky was dark and the black wind howled. The great mountains swayed and shattered in the wind like building blocks, and then turned into dust and fell.

A crimson figure, carrying a ruler, moved forward, stepping through the howling black wind.

He appeared calm and composed, his black hair danced wildly, and his eyes shone brighter than the sun.

Within his mind, a sixteen-story glazed pagoda hovered in the center, emitting a faint glow.

These radiant lights shifted and flowed, converging towards the top of the tower, finally transforming into a blurred layer. As the youth moved forward, the black wind polished the illusory figure, making it appear increasingly real, as if it had leaped out of the void.

Time passes minute by minute.

bang~
The blurred tower layers exploded, reappearing as shimmering glass, falling upon the tower's body.

"Not quite right!"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly as he slowly began to speak.

After a month of honing his skills, his spiritual awareness had grown significantly and become much stronger, but it was still not enough to condense a seventeen-layered pagoda.

He snapped out of his thoughts, tilted his head slightly, and gazed at the beautiful figure beside him.

The woman had a dark gold short stick on her head, her body was covered in a deep yellow corpse aura, and her aura was relatively weak.

"Can you still hold on?"

"Senior brother, I have reached my limit. My cultivation is weak, and even with the protection of corpse refining and magic treasures, I cannot go any further."

Xie Beiling raised her hand, took off the broken Dao stick, and handed it back to the young man, her red lips slightly parted:

"I'll leave the rest to you, senior brother."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu took the magic weapon and then waved his sleeve.

In an instant, the witch and the silver wolf vanished, leaving only him and the corpse standing amidst the howling black wind.

The young man put the broken Dao stick into his pocket, his eyes gazing at the howling black wind and the majestic mountain that was blowing into the sky.

His skin and bones trembled slightly, radiating a faint glow, and the sounds of dragon roars and elephant bellows could be faintly heard.

Then, he strode forward, meeting the black wind head-on.

The Corpse Refining Platform trembled, and streams of corpse energy burst forth from his body, transforming into clouds and mist that protected his body and followed beside the Crimson Shadow.

The man and the corpse walked side by side, continuing deeper into the desolate land.

The black wind grew increasingly violent, obscuring the sky, eroding the earth, and causing space to ripple and fold, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Call ~
Another gust of wind blew by, and Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly. In his mind, the sixteen-story glazed pagoda emitted a sound like metal clashing.

Even the corpse energy on the corpse was blown away in an instant.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the black wind suddenly become much stronger, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Something's not right!
Black Wind had never increased its power so much in just a few steps.

Without hesitation, the secret technique 'Discernment' was activated at full power to probe ahead.

A figure suddenly came into view.

"who?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was solemn. His five fingers gripped the long, white ruler tightly, and his double pupils emitted streaks of dark light, containing the power to destroy living beings.

In this desperate situation, he spotted a figure.

There was no response, and the figure remained motionless, still with its back to the young man.

Call ~
A gust of black wind swept through the figure, stirring up tons of soil and raising clouds of dust.

Zhang Yuanzhu drew his ruler and raised his arm.

kill!

A beam of pure white light burst forth, dazzling like celestial light, carrying an aura of eternity and permanence, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the black wind vanished, and the dust settled.

The figure remained unchanged as the light swept past it.

"Interesting, is it inhuman?"

Holding the measuring ruler in one hand, Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward and stood a hundred meters away from the figure behind him.

At this moment, the figure deep in the desolate place was fully revealed before them.

The figure was ethereal, draped in a sky-blue feather robe, with its hand outstretched as if picking something.

The young man narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

The long, white ruler in his palm radiated an astonishing aura, bursting forth with rays of light that swept away the black winds that had formed within a thousand miles.

Once he reached behind the figure, he reached out with his free hand and pressed down directly.

Five slender, pale fingers easily passed through the figure's back without any obstruction, as if they didn't exist at all.

'Obsession, spirit, or some strange vision?'

Zhang Yuanzhu made a guess in his mind, walked past the figure's back, and came to the front.

The figure in feathered robes had a blurred face, with holes torn in its chest, heart, abdomen, and between its brows, from which illusory blood flowed out and then dissipated.

The illusory figure reached down with its palm, but there was nothing on the ground.

The young man carefully observed the illusory figure, glancing at its clothes, his eyes filled with contemplation.

"I feel like I've seen this ancient feathered robe before."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, quickly recalling his past experiences.

After a few breaths, he had an idea.

At the 'Peach Blossom Village Grand Gathering', on the high platform, the Daoist Master sat cross-legged at the head, with Daoist priests dressed similarly sitting cross-legged on both sides.

"During the Primordial Era, a being who appeared to be a Dao Lord came to this place and suffered severe injuries."

His expression was solemn.

What being could possibly injure a Dao Lord, leaving him in such a sorry state?

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

The ancient times are too distant; they have long since vanished into the past.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of azure-gold lightning covered his palm, carrying the majestic power to vanquish evil and destroy demons.

He stretched his arm forward and reached into the chest of the phantom.

Crackling~
Lightning flashed, but the phantom remained unchanged.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, withdrew his hand, and dissipated the azure-gold lightning.

He gazed at the direction from which the illusory figure in feathered robes extended its hand, his eyes filled with contemplation.

In the next instant, the gleaming white ruler fell.

boom!
The earth was torn apart, creating a narrow ravine that stretched for hundreds of miles.

In the center of the ravine, several fruits with a jet-black sheen hang from a brown vine.

"Precious medicine?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward and approached the vines.

Brown vines are embedded in the rocks, like stone sculptures, devoid of any signs of life.

He examined it closely and saw several marks on the vines that had been picked.

“That Daoist once picked fruit here, but he did not take all the spiritual things, leaving behind a chance to live.”

The young man deduced.

My gaze shifted to the fruit.

The jet-black fruit showed no spiritual energy fluctuations, resembling an ordinary stone, utterly unremarkable.

But if it can make Daojun remember the precious medicine he picked even when he is seriously injured, it must be extraordinary.

Without hesitation, a layer of azure light covered his palm as he reached for the largest fruit.

Click!

Like the sound of breaking stones, the glossy black fruit was grasped directly in the palm of one's hand.

"Such pure divine soul power!"

The moment Zhang Yuanzhu touched the fruit, he understood its function.

Then, he reached out again and picked a slightly smaller fruit.

He took out the jade box, put the two precious fruits away, and placed them in his bosom.

Then, he glanced at the last remaining precious fruit on the vine.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step back to the ground and lightly stomped his foot.

Boom~
The earth collapsed, burying the vines.

In the blink of an eye, the earth returned to normal, without any difference from usual.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of the figure in feathered robes and put the measuring ruler back at his waist.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Then, he turned around and strode away.

Corpse refining followed closely behind.

A man and a corpse crossed a thousand miles of empty land, stepped into the black wind, and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)