Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 515 The Primordial Pure and Turbid Qi
"Boom!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying roar erupted.

The earth was violently pounded like a giant drum.

The dazzling Buddha light and the heavy mountain shadows clashed, annihilated, and exploded at the point of impact.

The shockwave exploded in a ring, and the entire Zhenyuan Temple, which had lost its protective barriers, along with the surrounding mountains, rivers, land, and vegetation for dozens of miles, was completely reduced to nothingness under the impact of the battle between these four peak Golden Core level beings.

The earth collapsed deeply, forming a huge circular crater. At the core, only the charred remains of the immortal peach tree, which had been smashed by Wukong, remained, though it was still teetering on the brink of collapse.

The four members of the Tang Monk's group, who had been standing still and were so shocked by the sudden change that they were unable to move, had already been blown far away by the earth-shattering impact.

If it weren't for the Bodhisattva Miaodi's intentional shielding, and the Tripitaka Master's desperate effort at the last moment to activate a Buddhist protective magic treasure, forming a faint golden light to protect the four of them, they would have already been torn to pieces by the overflowing energy.

Even so, the four were shaken so badly that they spat out blood. Like fallen leaves in a gale, they were swept far away from the core of the battlefield and fell into a pile of rocks dozens of miles away. Each of them had a face as pale as paper and was barely breathing.

Wu Neng was so shocked that he showed some characteristics of his original pig demon form, grunting and snorting.

Blood trickled from the corner of Wujing's mouth, and half of his crescent shovel broke off.

Wukong struggled to sit up, his golden eyes wide open as he stared at the apocalyptic battlefield, his eyes revealing deep fear and bewilderment for the first time.

Sanzang collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant and filled with despair, repeatedly muttering, "It's over...it's over...the journey to the east...is over...Amitabha..."

The Buddha's guidance to him has brought his mission below to a complete end, and he now senses that his connection with the Buddha has been completely severed.

The other person was no longer physically close to him.

This clash between the Primordial Sect and the top Golden Core stage experts of the Pure Land of Bodhi was like two giant galaxies colliding head-on, causing drastic changes in the climate of the entire Eastern Wilderness of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

The terrifying fluctuations in laws and the turbulent flow of energy instantly attracted the prying eyes of countless dormant powerful beings.

The Wancheng Sword Sect is also eyeing this opportunity with predatory intent. Given the chance, he would naturally not hesitate to ruthlessly attack a dog that has fallen into the water.

The three factions have been locked in a power struggle for countless years, and naturally they would not miss such a rare opportunity.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Just as Pudu Zhenjun was tearing off his mask and Miaodi Bodhisattva was sending reinforcements, turning the old site of Zhenyuan Temple into a deadly battleground for Golden Core level warriors, a completely different scene was unfolding at Hanya Pass, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the battlefield.

“Puff, puff, puff!!”

Deep within the solitary cliff of Hanya Pass, amidst the sea of ​​clouds and riddled with jagged cracks, three enormous, black-hole-like grottoes collided violently from the perspective of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator's heightened divine sense.

The innate pure and turbid energy, which had been accumulating for countless years, surged out violently once again, like a tsunami that had finally found an outlet.

This eruption was far larger than any before. The pure and clear celestial qi, which nurtured life, and the heavy and turbid terrestrial qi, which bore destruction, were like two ancient dragons and snakes intertwined, tearing the cliffs apart and rushing into the sky, making the already gloomy sky of Hanya Pass even more chaotic.

In an instant, the pure and turbid energies filled the sky and the earth, creating a terrifying phenomenon visible for thousands of miles.

At this moment, Xu Yunfan was sitting cross-legged on a dark black cliff boulder, polished smooth as a mirror by the two energies of purity and turbidity, at the edge of this violent "tsunami".

His magical power surged wildly, and dozens of jade bottle artifacts of different materials, each shimmering with different precious lights, floated densely in front of him.

Under Xu Yunfan's precise mental control, these jade bottles seemed to come alive, their mouths opening to greedily devour the gushing forth innate pure and turbid energy.

The bottle shimmered with light, faintly forming a miniature magic array that forcibly compressed and condensed the vast primordial energy.

Xu Yunfan's face was pale from overusing his divine sense, but his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement.

"Excellent! This innate pure and turbid energy has endless uses. Even if I were to use it to nourish my Dao foundation, it would be an unparalleled treasure. By using it to condense my divine Dao foundation, I can surely solidify an unparalleled foundation."

The foundation of my clone will also rise accordingly, it's just a pity about that immortal peach tree..."

Thinking of the precious tree that Wukong smashed into charcoal with his staff, Xu Yunfan still felt a pang of regret. How wonderful it would have been if he had kept it in his own hands.

But this feeling was quickly overshadowed by the immense sense of accomplishment he was experiencing. He silently calculated in his mind, "In another incense stick's time, the first batch of pure and impure energy cores will be refined! This is an opportunity not to be missed!"

However, in the instant his mind began to waver.

A terrifying shockwave, emanating from the eastern wilderness and containing fierce pressure and a destructive will, seemed to strike his mind across countless dimensions of time and space.

"puff!"

Xu Yunfan was caught off guard and his mind was violently shaken, as if he had been hit head-on by a giant hammer.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the jade bottle floating around him instantly went out of control, flashing wildly, and was about to be blown away by the violent pure and turbid energies.

At the critical moment, he raised his hand and swept it out, and the Eight Views Clouds spread out, instantly swirling around and freezing everything in place.

"what?!"

Xu Yunfan looked serious as he forcefully suppressed his surging blood and disordered magical power.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he immediately connected to Wukong's perspective.

In an instant, my vision was filled with a dazzling array of colors.

A clash between celestial light and Buddhist fire.

The collapse of the mountain shadow and the Dharma seal.

The entire world was torn apart like tattered cloth.

A significant portion of the eastern wilderness was wiped out.

Accompanying them were the three descending Bodhisattvas and the two terrifyingly powerful True Lords, who stood like towering pillars in the four directions of the Eastern Wilderness.

"hiss!"

Even with his resolute will, Xu Yunfan was so shocked by the earth-shattering battle he witnessed indirectly through Wukong's eyes, a battle far beyond his current level of understanding, that he gasped in astonishment.

This level of strength far exceeds what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could imagine.

Cultivating immortality is truly a process of ascending to a new realm with each step; every major breakthrough brings about earth-shattering changes.

The battle at Zhenyuan Temple unexpectedly escalated into a world-destroying clash between two top-tier sects.

However, the aftershocks of these battles are quickly receding.

It's not that these True Lords love Heaven and Earth, but if the impact is too great and large areas of land are destroyed, the Heavenly Dao of this place will naturally send down immeasurable karmic obstacles to cloud their minds.

Simply put, it means being bad at everything and failing at everything they do.

To transcend tribulations and become a Great True Lord, one cannot bypass the Heavenly Emperor's intervention; with his meddling, the success rate drops to 100%.

The bookmaker's underhanded tactics.

In a flash, Xu Yunfan realized that the explosive development of Zhenyuan Temple far exceeded his plans.

Yuan Shizong is deliberately instigating a great war, seemingly wanting to prematurely trigger a calamity.

Just as Xu Yunfan was deeply shaken, trying his best to stabilize the jade bottle that was absorbing the pure and impure energy, he was also trying to figure out the impact of this change on him.

"Shh!"

A figure appeared silently not far behind Xu Yunfan, as if flowing out from the shadow of the cliff itself.

(End of this chapter)