Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

As Jiang Fan perished, the Qi of heaven and earth seemed to pause slightly, as if bidding him farewell.

Although he never attained the status of a true immortal, he was, after all, transcended the mortal realm.

A faint, almost imperceptible sorrow appeared and disappeared suddenly.

Zhang Huaidan savored this feeling. Jiang Fan was the first person of the same level that he had eliminated since his debut.

The subtle changes that occurred after his death stirred up many thoughts in Zhang Huaidan's mind.

A cultivator gathers great power within themselves until they transcend the mundane and attain sainthood, surpassing the insignificant.

Power cannot come from nothing; it is taken from this world.

Therefore, the path of cultivation is the path of defying the heavens.

Everything that mortals take from heaven and earth, no matter how indestructible they think it is, will eventually be returned after a hundred years.

Cultivators, however, are different. Their long lifespan, which transcends that of ordinary people, gives them ample time to absorb more from the world.

In a sense, everyone who breaks through the barrier between heaven and man is a parasite on this world!
The reason we have entered the Dharma-ending Age is perhaps because ancient practitioners plundered the world too much.

But if they were termites, why did the Qi of heaven and earth stagnate when they fell?

Why is that faint, lingering sorrow not also joy?
Isn't the death of a parasite a cause for celebration for its host?

Zhang Huaidan's eyes were clear and his thoughts were flowing. The answer to this question seemed to be beyond his current level.

However, he did understand why Jiang Fan wanted to fight him.

The so-called Great Way cannot coexist; those who prove themselves on the same path are natural enemies.

If the difference in strength is too great, it's fine. But if the strength and realm are similar, it's truly a fight to the death.

This hostility was not unfounded; with Jiang Fan's demise, many vague premonitions suddenly appeared in his mind.

On the path of physical ascension to sainthood, the journey to becoming a true person will be smooth sailing for some time to come.

It's like on a road, if two cars drive side by side, it feels crowded, but if there's only one car left, it immediately becomes much more spacious.

Unfortunately, what Zhang Huaidan wanted was not to prove his physical body as a real person.

It's still hard to understand why I had this premonition after Jiang Fan died.

Is there some kind of will at work?

Are you encouraging like-minded people to kill each other?

After a moment, Zhang Huaidan shook his head. Just like the previous question, he didn't know the answer to this one either.

He glanced at Jiang Fan's corpse.

As life force was completely extinguished, the corpse demon's essence was also exhausted in the previous battle. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying away a small portion of Jiang Fan.

Unbeknownst to them, he had already turned into a pile of dust.

Two golden rays caught his eye; they were two golden strands of hair. Zhang Huaidan picked them up, and a sharp sensation traveled through his skin to his heart.

This golden thread, being Jiang Fan's natal possession, can be considered his last remaining possession in this world.

Extremely sharp, even capable of injuring his skin, it is an excellent material for weapon forging.

With his spoils in hand, Zhang Huaidan gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing through the dense foliage, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

The golden thread was optional, and the omen of smooth sailing was not what he sought.

The greatest find was that chalcedony coffin!
……

"Master Huaidan, is it... all over?"

A group of people carried the jade coffin over and saw the powdery substance on the ground, which no longer resembled Jiang Fan.

Lin Zheng's heart trembled violently, and he stammered out a sentence.

"It's all over."

Zhang Huaidan nodded slightly: "Thank you all for bringing this precious coffin up; it saved me a lot of trouble."

Seeing his amiable expression, Lin Zheng, Hei Guan'er, and the others felt somewhat flattered.

“Should…should…”

The group's gazes were unfocused, as if they were savoring the fact.

A sudden ringtone broke the silence.

Hei Guan'er took out his phone and answered it instinctively.

After a few transfers, Zhao Fangxu's voice came from the other end.

"Black Pipe, how's the situation over there?"

The area around Baigu Ridge, spanning dozens of miles, is a forbidden zone, so even satellites cannot observe it clearly, and cell phone signals are naturally blocked.

Upon learning that Zhang Huaidan and his group had trespassed into this forbidden area, Zhao Fangxu notified Zhang Zhiwei and also instructed the people from Na Du Tong to try to communicate with them.

He hadn't held out much hope for the latter, but to his surprise, the call connected. Did that mean the group had left the forbidden area?
Zhao Fangxu was filled with anxiety as he waited for Hei Guan'er's reply.

Black Pipe came to his senses: "Chairman Zhao, I..."

I didn't know how to begin. The experience of this night could be described as legendary.

I originally thought what I saw in Biyou Village was the biggest scene I'd ever witnessed in my life, but...

He glanced at the blurry pile of dust on the ground.

Black Pipe's heart started beating uncontrollably.

"Don't rush, speak slowly."

Hearing Hei Guan'er's strong heartbeat on the other end of the phone, Zhao Fangxu felt even more uneasy. Could it be that something had happened to Master Huaidan?

I forced myself to suppress it and tried to make my voice sound soft and gentle.

Hei Guan'er opened his mouth, but what could he say?

Is it something he can say?

Such an inhuman battle, like that of gods and demons, who knows if Master Huaidan had a need to hide his strength?

If he were to speak out rashly, wouldn't that be a great disrespect to the real person?
Black pipe shivered and could only look to Zhang Huaidan for help.

Zhang Huaidan smiled and said, "Just tell the truth."

Just as the clarinet player was about to speak, Zhao Fangxu on the other end suddenly became excited: "The real person is still alive! Is it convenient for the real person to answer the phone?"

Helpless, Black Pipe said, "Sir, Chairman Zhao wants to talk to you."

Zhang Huaidan answered the phone.

After confirming that he was alright, Zhao Fangxu began to subtly probe, trying to find out exactly what had happened.

Zhang Huaidan couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't have time to explain what had happened, so he handed the phone back to Hei Guan'er and went to the Jade Marrow Coffin.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

Lin Zhenglian said, "You flatter us, Master. We were not of much help this time, so please don't take offense."

Only now did he begin to feel a slight sense of reality.

Whether it was a demonic zombie or a corpse demon, it's all just a thing of the past.

Looking at Zhang Huaidan, who was examining the jade coffin, it was right in front of him, within reach, yet it felt as distant as the entire sky.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he met Liu Ping's gaze, and their hearts inexplicably resonated at that moment. Suddenly, a soft, buzzing sound rang out: "A...a real person..."

Zhang Huaidan looked over and saw Liu Yanyan staring at him awkwardly.

See this.

Liu Ping gave a silent, bitter smile.

Liu Yanyan clenched her fists: "Thank you, Master, for helping my corpse-driving lineage overcome this calamity."

After saying that one sentence, it was as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

She was so sad she wanted to cry out loud. She felt she had never been so heartbroken in her life. She was also so lost that she didn't want to do anything. Everything in front of her seemed to have lost its meaning.

Zhang Huaidan smiled slightly: "It's no trouble at all."

Liu Yanyan, suddenly realizing what was happening, stared blankly at that gentle smile. She didn't know how much time had passed before she suddenly burst into laughter.

……

When Hei Guan'er arrived at the headquarters of Na Du Tong in North China, he was honestly a little uneasy looking at the company headquarters disguised as an ordinary office building.

After explaining my purpose to the receptionist, I soon met Zhao Fangxu in the office.

"Director Zhao."

Zhao Fangxu looked at him with a friendly expression: "Don't be shy, sit down."

After Hei Guan'er sat down, Zhao Fangxu considered for a moment: "What about Master Huai Dan?"

Hei Guan'er knew perfectly well that the reason he was called here was because of everything that had happened at White Bone Ridge.

According to the real person, he is currently in the process of cultivation.

After Jiang Fan's death, the True Man obtained the Jade Marrow Coffin, but Hei Guan'er had no idea what kind of cultivation that thing could help with.

However, since Zhang Huaidan said so, he must have his reasons, and it's not up to others to question them.

With the matter concluded satisfactorily, he did not linger any longer with the corpse-driving lineage.

With Zhang Huaidan's permission, after returning to Central China, he compiled a detailed report and submitted it. The next day, he received an order from Zhao Fangxu to come to headquarters.

Zhao Fangxu tapped the table: "Are you sure there wasn't a single false word in what you wrote in the report?"

The clarinet-wielding man looked very serious.

"I'm certain, even..."

Hei Guan'er looked puzzled: "It's still written conservatively."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu felt a chill run down his spine.

Hei Guan'er added in a deep voice, "Of course, my opinion may not be comprehensive. Chairman Zhao can also gain a deeper understanding through the two family heads of the Corpse-driving lineage, Lin Zheng and Liu Ping."

Zhao Fangxu waved his hand; he had already contacted Lin Zheng and Liu Ping by phone to inquire about everything that had happened.

Indeed, the report submitted by Hei Guan'er was worded rather conservatively.

Zhao Fangxu changed the subject: "Tell me, what are your thoughts on Master Huaidan?"

The clarinet was a little taken aback.

He was just a temporary worker; he didn't even have a formal position.

He doesn't hold any senior position in the company; he relies on force to make a living. He can't influence the overall situation at all. Does his opinion matter?

However, seeing Zhao Fangxu's insistence, Hei Guan'er nodded and said, "I think that True Person Huai Dan is an extraordinary being and cannot be viewed from the perspective of an ordinary extraordinary person!"

Zhao Fangxu laughed: "Why are you so glib? Say something practical!"

Hei Guan'er said helplessly, "Then I'll be frank, Chairman Zhao. Given the current situation, the company must maintain good relations with Master Huai Dan no matter what. Even if we can't maintain good relations, we absolutely cannot become enemies."

Zhao Fangxu asked expressionlessly, "Why?"

Hei Guan'er said in a deep voice, "In the short term, Master Huai Dan's god-like strength is impossible to restrain. Fortunately, he comes from a prestigious family and will not abuse his power. In the long term, Master Huai Dan has reached this level at such a young age. It is unimaginable how far he can go in the future!"

Black Pipe took a deep breath and reiterated his point of view: "We can only befriend them, never antagonize them!"

Zhao Fangxu said, "As you know, nominally speaking, regardless of which sect or individual in the world of supernatural beings, they all fall under the company's management. Zhang Huaidan's situation... it's very difficult for the company if there isn't someone like him in the world of supernatural beings!"

Hei Guan'er's expression changed slightly as he pondered in his mind: Did Zhao Fangxu intend to deal with Huai Dan Zhenren?
In that case, he'll have to consider whether he should continue as a temporary worker.

Ren Fei had taken good care of him over the years, and her reminder before leaving was a sign that he had done his best.

The clarinet resounded: "Chairman Zhao's insight is brilliant!"

Zhao Fangxu smiled at him: "Is that really a brilliant idea?"

Hei Guan'er remained silent; he couldn't change anything anyway. If Zhao Fangxu really wanted to deal with Zhang Huaidan, not informing Zhang Huaidan would be considered professional conduct.

Zhao Fangxu chuckled and shook his head: "Alright, I was just kidding you. My main focus at work right now is maintaining good relationships with real people."

“Uh…” Black Pipe was speechless, his face twitching: “Chairman Zhao, you really shouldn’t joke about this.”

……

After the clarinet left, Zhao Fangxu remained lost in thought for a long time in the office.

In fact, wasn't that joke just now a reflection of some of his true thoughts?

He was old, and his greatest wish in life was that the world of supernatural beings could remain stable during his lifetime.

This has been his core work goal for decades.

Although Zhang Huaidan comes from a prestigious family and does not abuse his power, the very existence of this power is the greatest instability!
"What path is True Immortal Huaidan currently on? Is it the path to ascension?"

Zhao Fangxu muttered to himself, then let out a long sigh.

Regardless, Zhang Huaidan is not someone who can be easily manipulated.

Or rather, not only now, but even if we go back six years, he had already embarked on that path.

That part of his true thoughts is not all of his thoughts.

They can only be friends, never enemies!
These eight words are not only the first and only way to handle things for him, but also for his successor as chairman after he steps down!
Lost in thought, I was suddenly interrupted by a phone call.

Zhao Fangxu was taken aback. He answered the phone, and as the other end spoke, his expression subtly changed.

Open the previously top-secret document, and you'll find an updated satellite map of the forbidden area near the Corpse-Driving Clan.

The area spanning dozens of miles was finally unveiled, and Zhao Fangxu hovered the mouse over it, feeling a slight sense of tension.

He let out a sigh of relief, then felt a little amused by his own pretense. The master of the forbidden land had been killed by True Man Huai Dan, and the mysterious source no longer existed. Wasn't it only natural that it was being observed?

Calm yourself down, open the image, and zoom in.

In an instant, the broken trees, the flattened hills, and the ugly marks on the earth that resembled scars deeply impacted this aged soul.

He knew it a long time ago.

He already knew about it, whether it was Hei Guan'er's report or the accounts of Liu Pinglin and others.

However, when you see it with your own eyes, it still feels like a dream.

An uncontrollable question arose in his mind: could these changes really be caused by an extraordinary person?

If you showed this picture to anyone who didn't know the details, they would most likely think it was a natural disaster.

If you tell someone that this stemmed from a battle, they would probably half-jokingly say that...

'Have monsters arrived on Earth?' (End of Chapter)