Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 477 To the Sea of ​​Blood, Talking about the Golden Core (4000 words)

The crimson armor surged forward like a turbulent sea, while cultivators of the Dharma lineage and Dao lineages slowly retreated.

The Ming army thus entered Xianbing Valley in a blatant and unreserved manner.

At this moment, whether it was the three lineages of Zhuoyang, Canglei, and Hanhai, or the lineages of Lianbing, Xuehai, and Jianzong, they all felt a sense of unreality.

Their actions were purely instinctive, either moving forward or retreating.

Every now and then, he would look up at the blazing sun in the sky.

Inside the vermilion palace, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged with his arms resting on his knees, quietly sensing the transformation of his body and feeling his power constantly rising.

As for the various changes in the outside world, he no longer cared about them.

Time passed, and five days went by.

The vermilion palace leads directly into the Zhuoyang Dharma lineage, where numerous armored soldiers are stationed outside.

A vermilion palace floats above the majestic mountain.

Rays of light descended from the sky and entered the Scorching Sun Main Vein.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the threshold, looking down at the descending Zhuoyang Dharma Cultivator, listening to the cheers, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Immediately, upon examining his body, he found that his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs had all undergone a complete transformation, radiating a purple-gold luster, exuding nobility and majesty.

In my mind, a nineteen-story glazed pagoda stands in the center, its radiance flowing, immortal and indestructible.

Five days have passed, and the transformation after breaking through the realm has come to a complete end.

He sensed the power in his heart, his smile deepening, and murmured to himself:

"Even a Golden Core True Monarch can be defeated!"

Without relying on any trump cards, he was confident he could defeat any of the True Lords he had fought before, relying solely on his own abilities.

If a powerful weapon or trump card is used, even a True Lord has a chance to kill him.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that those Golden Core True Monarchs who were fighting did not have any hidden trump cards.

Various thoughts surged in my mind, but eventually they all subsided.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the vermilion palace. When he reappeared, he was already in front of a cave.

Crimson bamboo leaves sway in the wind, and a stone gate stands before you.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at his own cave dwelling.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it against the stone door, feeling the rough texture coming from his fingertips.

Crunch!

The door opened, and the young man stepped inside. Looking at the empty room with only a futon, he felt a sense of familiarity and relaxation.

He walked to the corner, sat down cross-legged, and leaned against the wall.

After protecting the two women, Fazhi and Fayan, and entering the territory of Wuliang Palace, his tense heart finally relaxed completely.

The endless conquests, the blood and bones that covered the mountains and rivers, the struggles to survive time and time again—all these memories flashed through my mind.

Gradually, all the images blurred and faded away. He drifted off to sleep, his mind blank.

It wasn't until the following night that Zhang Yuanzhu opened his closed eyes.

His double pupils were bright, more dazzling than the sun, and in an instant, they dispelled all the darkness.

"There is only one more night before we head to the Blood Sea Dao Vein."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and stretched.

Afterwards, they left the cave and walked among the mountains.

He passed by Qin Yuyao's cave, where the flowers in the garden had withered, carrying a sense of desolation and sorrow.
He walked past Elder Gong's casting pavilion, listening to the sounds of metal clashing inside;

He also returned to the mountain peak where he had once faced the elders of the Scorching Sun lineage in order to survive.
Finally, Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of a grave in the cemetery behind the mountain.

He stood there with a ruler in his hand, gazing at the two characters 'Fire Elder' on the tombstone, and murmured:

"Senior, I have returned from the Plain of Passing River."

He raised his hand, and two cups of spirit wine appeared. He picked up one cup and placed the other in front of the tombstone.

"You also have the great cause that many of your predecessors in the lineage pursued, which is about to be accomplished."

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He turned and walked out of the cemetery.

He wanted to take the final step for his lineage and establish the Zhuoyang Dao Clan.

On the sixth night after the Ming army entered the Immortal Soldiers Valley, a beam of azure light shot straight into the sky and traversed the heavens.

Mountains, rivers, lava, cities—all passed beneath me.

In the blink of an eye, the vast land stretches across thousands of miles.

As the sun rises in the east, a ray of morning light tears through the night, scattering down and gilding the mountains and rivers with a golden glow.

Zhang Yuanzhu appeared before a sacred mountain shrouded in blood.

The moment he appeared, two pairs of eyes were simultaneously drawn to him.

"Fellow Daoist, please climb the mountain!"

"Fellow Daoist, please climb the mountain!!"

Two voices came from one after the other.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up and saw through the illusion, spotting two figures shrouded in clouds atop the sacred mountain.

With each step he took, he had already climbed thousands of miles of mountains and appeared before the two beings.

At this moment, the two unorthodox True Lords also dispersed the clouds and mist around them, revealing their true appearances.

A young man, clad in a blood-red robe, did not appear sinister but rather holy, his eyes clear and gentle.

An old Taoist priest with long white hair, almost all his teeth missing, was hunched over and thin, looking extremely old and exuding an air of age.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze first fell on the blood-robed youth.

He 'saw' a vast sea of ​​blood, melting away everything, its origin and end unknown.

It surges forward with great momentum, yet its interior is shrouded in illusion.

A knowing glint flashed in the depths of the young man's eyes.

The Crimson Sea True Lord's life force was weak and he was on the verge of complete extinction. Just as it was said, he had only a few years left to live.

The blood-robed youth smiled faintly and pointed to himself:
"Fellow Daoist, have you noticed something?"

Before the young man could respond, he spoke directly:
"Having relied on the treasures of heaven and earth to break through, my foundation is unstable. In addition, the attack by those from the Boundless Palace a few years ago has made my body unable to bear the burden."

After a pause, the blood-robed youth pointed to the old Taoist priest beside him:

"This is a Golden Core True Monarch of the Refining Weapon Dao Cultivation lineage, and he is also an old fellow who is nearing the end of his life and will not live much longer."

Zhang Yuanzhu shifted his gaze from the blood-robed youth to the white-haired old Taoist priest, his brows furrowing slightly.

As one's vital energy and magical power decline, one's lifespan is nearing its end.

Sensing the situation of the two True Lords, the young man's lips twitched.

He seemed to have some understanding of why Ye Jinxian said that Immortal Soldier Valley was a dead end; in this situation, it was a complete mess.

If he hadn't appeared, these two True Monarchs would probably have perished within a decade or so, and the sect would have been destroyed by the Boundless Palace.

The old Taoist priest looked back at the crimson figure, his mouth agape, revealing his missing teeth, and chuckled softly:
"Hey~, in this situation, if it were an ordinary genius who was expected to reach the Golden Core stage, Chi Ming and I would immediately have him hide away with a portion of his inheritance, waiting for another day."

“But if this prodigy is Fellow Daoist Zhang, Chi Ming and I can still hold out for more than ten years, which is enough for Fellow Daoist to grow up.”

It is truly a blessing from heaven that the Immortal Soldier Valley has been spared, sending down such an unprecedented genius to become a disciple of the sect.

This is also why he and True Lord Chiming were willing to greet each other respectfully at the mountain gate.

At the same time, the blood-robed youth flicked his sleeves.

bang bang bang~
One by one, human heads rolled to the ground, the blood at their necks glistening and translucent, like blood-red jewels falling down. "In the past, the Blood Sea Dao Clan was instigated by Tai Ri and the Paper Man. Some fools, unaware of the gravity of the situation, wanted to kill you, fellow Daoist, and have already been slaughtered."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, gazing at the severed head on the ground, sensing the aura emanating from it.

There were peak-level True Immortals in the Qi Condensation Realm, as well as outstanding talents who had just entered the Qi Condensation Realm, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators. There were more than a dozen heads, all of which had considerable combat power, but they were all slaughtered.

In the past, the Blood Sea Dao Clan had already killed some offenders. Today, with another purge, it is clear that all those even remotely connected to them have been killed.

The young man stretched out his palm, and a ray of blue light bloomed, sweeping across the earth.

All the heads turned to dust and were completely annihilated.

He sat cross-legged, pointing to the empty seat in front of him:

"Zhang Yuanzhu of the Zhuoyang lineage pays respects to the two True Lords."

At this moment, the smile on the blood-robed youth's face grew even gentler as he sat down in front of the crimson shadow.

An old Taoist priest with white hair draped over his shoulders sat side by side with True Lord Chiming, facing the young man.

"On this occasion, I have yet to congratulate you on breaking through to the third step of the Condensing Fiend Realm, and not only that, but you broke through in just half an hour and have been stabilizing your cultivation for seven days."

The old Taoist waved his sleeves, and various precious fruits and spiritual teas appeared before the three of them.

At the same time, True Monarch Chiming slowly spoke:
"Over the years, it is ultimately the sect's fault that has wronged you, fellow Daoist."

The blood-robed youth, his expression sincere and earnest, uttered each word carefully:
"If there is any need, we will do our best to meet it."

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand, toying with the jade cup in front of him. His double pupils were deep, and he whispered:

"The scorching sun is the source of the Dao!"

After exchanging a glance, True Lords Chi Ming and Lian Bing responded directly:
"With a Golden Core battle strength like yours, Fellow Daoist, and Master Chen, the Condensing Fiend True Person, the Zhuoyang lineage can certainly become the Zhuoyang Dao lineage."

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained calm and unwavering as he continued speaking:
"The Tai Ri Divine Mountain will also belong to Zhuo Yang; the Paper Man Divine Mountain should stand between the Azure Thunder and Vast Ocean Dharma Lineages, and be jointly governed by the two Dharma Lineages."

A sacred mountain stretches to the heavens and the earth, extending for thousands of miles, its spiritual energy abundant and plentiful, resembling a celestial land, extremely precious.

At this moment, neither the old Taoist nor the blood-robed youth hesitated and agreed.

With Tai Ri and the Paper Man destroyed and rebelling respectively, it is perfectly reasonable to hand over the remaining Divine Mountain to the new lineage.

As for sending the paper effigy of the Daoist lineage and the sacred mountain together, that is also acceptable.

After a few words, the three reached a consensus.

The atmosphere at the summit of Mount Shenyue has also eased considerably.

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up the jade cup, gazing intently at the tea ripples within, his expression becoming serious:
"Having finished my miscellaneous tasks, I still have some questions about cultivation. I would appreciate it if you two fellow Daoists could answer them."

True Lord Chiming took a sip of tea and then spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang speaks frankly."

How to break through to the Golden Core stage?

The young man shifted his gaze from the jade cup to look directly at True Lord Chiming.

He has already completed half of the Condensing Qi Realm, and naturally, he needs to prepare for how to break through to the Golden Core stage.

Moreover, Zhang Yuanzhu also possesses a refined corpse at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage, which theoretically allows him to attempt to break through to the Golden Core realm.

As the young man finished speaking, True Monarch Chiming put down his teacup, his gaze solemn, and said:
"With your talent, fellow Daoist, our sect will certainly inform you about the Golden Core cultivation, and even spare no effort to find the most precious treasures in the world to help you break through to the Golden Core stage."

Zhang Yuanzhu sipped his tea slowly, waiting for what was to come.

True Lord Chiming raised his hand and extended three fingers:

"Breaking through to the Golden Core stage only requires three steps."

"Firstly: one's essence, energy, and spirit are perfectly complete, and one's cultivation has reached a point where there is no further progress."

One of the outstretched fingers fell, and the gentle voice continued:

"Secondly: Shatter the nine-layered spiritual platform, give birth to a wisp of Dao principle, and transform it into a Dharma fruit. If you fail, you will die, with absolutely no way out!"

"Thirdly: it draws upon the Great Dao River corresponding to the Dao principles. The Dharma Fruit enters the Great Dao River, undergoes erosion without being destroyed, and can condense into a Golden Elixir, granting a lifespan of eight hundred years."

At this moment, the True Lord of Refining Weapons also took over the conversation, slowly speaking:
“Every step is extremely difficult. To reach the perfect state of Condensing Evil, one must have great fortune, great perseverance, and great talent. It takes hundreds of years of arduous cultivation to achieve this.”

“Shattering the nine-layered spiritual platform, comprehending the Dao principles, and condensing the Dharma fruit in a short moment—no living being has complete confidence in this. If one fails to complete it, hundreds of years of cultivation will be in vain, leaving behind regrets in the world.”

"As for invoking the corresponding Great Dao River, if the Dharma Fruit is illusory, it is impossible to invoke the Great Dao River; one will still perish and one's Dao will dissipate."

The old Taoist priest recounted the steps to break through to the Golden Elixir stage.

Zhang Yuanzhu's brows furrowed. Breaking through to the Golden Core Realm was far more dangerous than breaking through to the Condensation Realm, and even more perilous than forging the Spirit Platform.

However, as the True Lord of Refining Weapons recounted...

He now had a general idea of ​​how to break through to the Golden Core stage, so he wasn't completely clueless.

This kind of experience alone far surpasses that of independent cultivators and minor sects.

Ultimately, Immortal Valley is the second side gate of Ancient Cliff Mountain, and Golden Core True Monarchs have been stationed there throughout the ages.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu finished the tea in his cup:

"In that case, what is the biggest difference between unorthodox and orthodox paths?"

"The technique of shattering the spiritual platform, or how to more quickly induce the Great Dao River to emerge."

The True Lord of Refining Weapons shook his head, picked up a spiritual fruit, and swallowed it.

Then, he spoke:
"Cultivation Method!"

"The righteous cultivation method, from the accumulation of Qi to the condensation of evil, has a profound purpose and is extremely mysterious. When the cultivation fruit enters the long river of the Great Dao, it can generate wisps of Dao rhyme to protect the cultivation fruit and resist the erosion of the long river of the Great Dao so as not to fall and be destroyed."

"My unorthodox cultivation method is far less profound than the orthodox path. If one cultivates a fundamental method without changing it, one may be able to condense two or three strands of Daoist essence and increase the possibility of forming a core."

"However, most of us from the unorthodox sects rely on the treasures of heaven and earth to resist the erosion and achieve the Golden Core. Without such treasures, we would only be courting death."

At this moment, both True Lord Chiming and True Lord Lianbing turned their gazes toward Chiying.

They knew that their prodigy had changed his fundamental law several times, and each fundamental law had different attributes.

Zhang Yuanzhu also realized something at this moment, his brows furrowed as he pondered his words.

"So this is the true Dharma?"

The young man put down his teacup, slightly bent his knuckles, and tapped the ground lightly.

A thousand, ten thousand thoughts flooded his mind, but he suppressed them one by one.

In any case, this news alone is enough to make the trip worthwhile.

As for whether what the two True Lords said is true, he has his own way of verifying it.

"Thank you both for informing me."

"This is nothing. Fellow Daoist Zhang is, after all, a disciple of a sect. How could we conceal such a small amount of information?"

The old Taoist swallowed the spiritual fruit, stretched out his palm, picked up the teacup, and slowly sipped it.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, but he didn't stop the conversation and spoke again:
"Fellow Daoist who refines weapons should be proficient in the casting of tools."

"Hahaha~"

Crimson Sea True Lord laughed loudly:

"Within the ancient cliff mountain, fellow cultivators who refine weapons should be the foremost in weapon forging."

"If you need any equipment, just let me know, and I will never let you down."

The True Lord of Refining Weapons nodded slightly, without refuting.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu stood upright, raised one hand, and a broken sword appeared in his palm.

The hilt was jet black, and the blade was covered with dense cracks.

The hilt and blade together make up only a quarter of a longsword.

"The Changhong One Qi Sword, I wonder if you, my friend, can reforge it?"

(End of this chapter)