The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 354 Invincible in the Human Realm

A vast surge of primordial energy coursed through Zhou Yan's body like a boiling sea. His sleeves billowed, creating a fierce wind, and his hair flew wildly. He could clearly sense his Dao foundation circulating at a visible speed—

It wasn't an ordinary operation, but rather a high-speed crushing like a star trail. The power of the four Dharma veins intersected and passed each other, generating a resonance and strengthening that far exceeded that of a single-level Dharma vein. What was even more remarkable was that the four Dharma veins were at roughly the same level at this moment, with none of them being too weak to be crushed.

The four paths flow in this way, refining the pure magical power within the body layer by layer, gradually making it as clear as crystal.

The foundation of the Dao has begun to transform and improve.

Zhou Yan's tense spirit gradually relaxed. At this moment, the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") on his right hand faintly emitted a golden light, wrapped in the power of Buzhou Mountain's ancient and storied status. As it flowed along his bloodline, Zhou Yan felt his vision instantly being pulled into mid-air.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a translucent glass-like material.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and all things in the world have lost their original appearance. Beyond this world, beings with bodies as majestic as ancient mountains are suspended in the void, their eyes, as large as lakes, staring intently at him.

Their skin was covered with rock-like wrinkles, their shoulders were adorned with magnificent palaces, and starlight dripped from their eaves; their thick arms were either wrapped with giant snakes whose scales gleamed with an eerie light, or with black dragons whose claws crackled with thunder, and the greed in their eyes was almost tangible, clinging to Zhou Yan.

Some were staring at the three-pointed, double-edged sword in Zhou Yan's hand, while others were staring at the bell hanging beside him, radiating brilliant golden light. Still others were fixated on the jade talisman decree of "Langyuan Wonderland," which emitted a fairyland glow.

'My darling, my darling!'

'Such a treasure, how could it have ended up in the human realm?'

'He doesn't believe us! Hahaha, take it back!'

'That three-pointed, double-edged sword actually has the potential to become a Dao weapon. If properly nurtured, it won't be much inferior to that bell!'

'Take it back—'

These tiny fragments of jade, transmitted back from the second world, transformed into storms and thunder, carrying with them extreme greed. Meanwhile, several others stared intently at Zhou Yan himself, their mouths slightly agape.

"...Such a pure foundation of Dao, what a great elixir!"

"Eating his flesh will at least restore my vitality of a hundred years, and my injuries will be healed!"

"Eaten?! What a waste, what a waste! We must capture him, then nourish him with all sorts of precious medicines, and bleed him a bushel every day—enough for my clan's offspring to suck blood for half a month..."

“Imprison him and have children with the women of my tribe.”

"Such a foundation cannot be wasted, it cannot be wasted."

Fragmented words seeped out from the cracks in the second world, converging into a frenzied wave of sound that made Zhou Yan's eardrums ache.

These are different kingdoms recorded by humans in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, ancient alien races—either gods and demons driven out of the human world, or remnants of extinct tribes. They revered Gonggong and Zhurong, and also had their own tribal gods.

At this moment, staring at Zhou Yan, or at his weapon, or at his malice, murderous intent, and greed, penetrates the barriers of the world, like a cold, venomous snake coiling around Zhou Yan's limbs.

Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine, sensing the insane malice emanating from the ancient gods and demons. He remained silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and cheerfully raised his middle finger at the countless illusory figures of gods and demons.

He said cheerfully:

"You idiots!"

The sound was clear and bright, piercing through the sound waves and exploding in the void.

There was a moment of silence.

The gods and demons quickly realized what this meant, and their anger flared up like fire in an instant. Thus, in the second world that Zhou Yan saw, the gods and demons each displayed their power.

Some gods and demons raised their hands and struck the void, trying to shatter this barrier; some opened their mouths and spewed out black flames, attempting to burn through the barrier of the human world; and some even revealed their true forms, their mountain-sized bodies crashing into the transparent barrier.

That pure malice solidified into a tangible blade, scraping Zhou Yan's skin painfully.

Zhou Yan remained completely unperturbed. He could clearly sense that even though among these gods and demons there were beings comparable to Qingyuan Jun, the Lord of the Bashe, the mortal realm had its own rules, further strengthened by the seal laid down by the power of Fuxi—

Just before that malice was about to touch him, pale golden ripples appeared in the void, and the seal rose like an invisible barrier, blocking all the ferocity outside the boundary, and finally dissipated into wisps of breeze.

Zhou Yan exhaled, his eyes reflecting the fierce and terrifying beings he had just seen, sensing their extremely ferocious killing intent, as well as the hidden killing intent of the water-elemental deities of the Gonggong lineage.

He lowered his head in silence, looking at his left arm. His left arm had returned to normal, but Gonggong's water element and Gonggong's mark were still present in the arm, only they were locked by Yu the Great's chains.

He thought of how even a powerful figure like the Golden Heavenly King was forced to self-destruct his primordial spirit after being completely corrupted by the brand, in order to maintain his self and avoid falling into the hands of Gonggong's subordinate gods. A slight sense of danger rose in his heart.

A chill and a sense of vigilance rose, stirring up an even stronger fighting spirit.

Zhou Yan exhaled, his Dao foundation strengthening and circulating. Wisps of primordial energy emanated from his body, flowing and shifting, like dragons and tigers clustering around him. Daoist Yin and Yang energies, Buddhist chanting, military aura, and an incomparably hard and powerful force—all these energies traversed the three paths.

Zhou Yan's knowledge encompassed various schools of thought, including Buddhism, Taoism, military strategy, and divine will, and consisted of the highest and most advanced techniques within each school's Xuan Guan lineage.

His breakthrough in Dao foundation required the simultaneous advancement of four layers of Dharma lineages.

Any deficiency in any aspect will result in an imperfect foundation for one's Dao. Breakthroughs are possible, but they will not be perfect. Currently, the Daoist lineage has three hundred years of cultivation.

The Buddhist lineage needs to suppress a world-destroying demon.

Zhou Yan, however, had already wiped out the ancient dragon turtle.

The lineage of the Mountain God is inherited from Mount Buzhou, the "Pillar of Heaven." The three schools of Buddhism, Taoism, and Gods all flow through it with the fierce spirit of military strategists. Since entering this world, they have fought to the death, slaying the Bashe, battling the dragon turtle, killing the immortals living in the world, slaying the water demons, and confronting Gonggong head-on.

Only then can one be considered a veteran of countless battles.

Only in this way can it be said that this body has been forged through battle and tempered!
Now, this fierce fighting spirit surged and flowed within his body. Cracks seemed to appear on Zhou Yan's perfect Dao foundation, and then, it finally burst forth completely.

Originally at the sixth rank of true form, he instantly stepped into the fifth rank.

His accumulated resources were already abundant, and his foundation was boundless. Almost instantly, he broke through all the barriers of the fifth rank in common sense.

Initial entry into the fifth-rank Xuan Guan realm.

Fifth-rank Xuan Guan realm, minor completion.

Fifth-Rank Mystic Official Realm Great Completion!
Within three breaths, Zhou Yan's body transformed into a storm of primordial energy. Because the battle was approaching the level of the Primordial God War, it would naturally gather a large amount of primordial energy. At this moment, the primordial energy that Gonggong, Jin Tianwang, Zhou Yan, and the Primordial Dragon Turtle had been constantly fighting and condensing was all absorbed into Zhou Yan's body.

My limbs and bones are fully stretched out, and a glimmer of spiritual light shines through my body.

Ignoring countless battles and tribulations, I have become a fighting immortal.

Zhou Yan clenched his fist, raised his head, and let out a long roar.

The sound waves shook the void, and his cultivation level was still rising—the peak of the fifth-grade Xuan Guan realm!
He saved the souls of 300,000 people, averted a catastrophe that would destroy the world, and completely slain the ancient dragon-turtle that King Yu could not completely suppress in ancient times. His many achievements outlined the destiny of humanity and transformed into layers of purple aura.

The merit and fortune of humanity gathered from heaven and earth, entwining Zhou Yan's body and gradually condensing into a divine general's image that was a hundred feet tall. He was wearing golden armor, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, and surrounded by lightning. It was the fighting posture that he had honed through countless life-and-death battles.

At the same time, the Imperial Seal began to circulate, attempting to deduce Zhou Yan's current lineage. Before that, it recorded all the components of Zhou Yan's now stabilized lineage.

Military lineage – the second level of the Divine Art of the Military Master: Fighting Gonggong and slaying the dragon turtle.

The Taoist lineage—three hundred years of Taoist practice, three hundred years of magical power.

The Buddhist lineage—shattering the Dharma image, suppressing evil spirits, and saving 300,000 people.

Mountain God Lineage —

【Heavenly Pillar】. The first three Dao foundations directly correspond to the level of ancient gods and demons. The Imperial Seal of the State could barely hold on, and could withstand the changing light. However, when the power representing the mountain god's lineage surged in,

The light flowing within the Imperial Seal of the State momentarily froze.

It was as if it had been completely stuck, the light on it flickering, layer upon layer, pushing and pushing, so magnificent and splendid that it seemed as if an entire sun was rising within it, but finally it reached the pinnacle of the Imperial Seal of the State, and then paused.

The Imperial Seal of the State dimmed instantly.

The fundamental deduction failed.

After Zhou Yan obtained this treasure, the Imperial Seal of the State was always able to deduce the direction of the next level of the Dharma lineage. However, at this moment, this first-class treasure in the mortal realm, radiating brilliant light, failed to push Zhou Yan's fifth-grade peak Dao foundation forward by even half a step.

Unable to reach the highest level of the human realm, the fourth grade.

"...Is it because the power of Mount Buzhou is too immense and its weight too great that the current capabilities of the Imperial Seal are insufficient to support the deduction?"

Zhou Yan opened his palm, and the phantom of the Imperial Seal of the State slowly rotated in his palm, emitting ripples. He had just seen it very clearly, not that it was insufficient to deduce, but that it was impossible to deduce.

"...The Imperial Seal of the State was originally based on the Hetu and Luoshu, but it was divided into three parts: one part is with me, one part is with the Qin Emperor, and one part is with Li Longji..."

Zhou Yan thought of Li Longji's words at the time of parting and murmured to himself.

"It seems that we really need to make a trip to Chang'an."

Chang'an...

Six figures, the mystery of the fall of the Duke of Taishan, and Li Longji.

Also, Li Heng.

With a thought, the Imperial Seal of the State was returned to his body. Zhou Yan clenched his fist, and his powerful magic power, mixed with his blood and qi, surged like waves. Every move he made exuded an indescribable charm.

At the peak of the fifth rank of the true body, when he wields the human destiny to manifest the Pure Origin Wonderful Dao True Monarch, he can unleash the power of the fourth rank limit. Wielding the divine weapon, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, which was forged and coveted by the ancient gods and demons, he is enough to fight to the death against immortals and gods.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes, sensing his current state after truly breaking through to the next realm.

As a true cultivator with three hundred years of cultivation, and someone who had broken through realms through countless battles, he grasped his situation and state in an instant. He raised his finger, and the blood-red aura of military might, the light of Buddhist meditation, and the pure Yang power of Taoism all converged on this pillar of heaven.

The four forces merged into one, presenting a sense of primordial unity.

It gathers the core of the four major lineages, and the four major lineages flow through his body as naturally as breathing. He can also expend energy to condense the power of the four major lineages. This power is more inclined towards the state of Gonggong's divine power.

This was created by combining the abilities of the [Heavenly Pillar].

It consumes more energy, but it is extremely effective against single magical abilities. In addition, by using the divine weapon, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword, one can naturally utilize extremely pure water and fire energies.

Zhou Yan's eyes swept down and he saw that there were still remnants of the aquatic tribe in Langzhong City.

He flicked his finger and released a stream of primordial energy, a condensation of the four Dharma veins.

The vital energy shot out, instantly scattering into hundreds of streams, each transforming into a weapon that slammed down like a rain of weapons, each stream possessing the power of a seventh-rank weapon.

In just a moment, it plowed up the area where those aquatic creatures lived.

Dead as hell.

Once an elite aquatic creature manages to block the first and second attacks, it will attract the transformed weapons to stab at it, eventually turning them into a hedgehog and causing them to perish together.

Zhou Yan clenched his fist.

"My strength has improved significantly; it's much more solid than the virtual Dao Foundation I've created."

He looked up.

The long night that had shrouded Langzhong was now pierced by golden light, like the dawn. Zhou Yan had successfully broken through to the next realm, and the matter of going to Chang'an was now on his agenda and on his mind.

His gaze swept across the world, and people awoke. Because they had been asleep for too long, their heads ached. They looked at the divine general standing proudly in the sky and began to discuss among themselves.

Worried about the others' condition, Zhou Yan exhaled and reached out to grab the giant golden bell, which transformed into golden light and flew over. Divine weapons of this level all possessed the characteristic of "Ruyi" (meaning "as you wish"). With a thought, Zhou Yan made the giant bell grow smaller and smaller until it finally landed in his hand.

Zhou Yan's expression changed as he held up the Emperor Jun Divine Bell.

"It's so heavy."

Zhou Yan had to circulate his magical power to lift the shrunken bell and hang it on his waist as if it were the Three Pure Ones Bell commonly used by Taoists. Fortunately, Zhou Yan's belt at this moment was a demon-binding rope refined from the tendons of Qingyuan Jun, the master of the third-grade immortal god Bashe, otherwise it would not have been able to hold.

After collecting the jade talisman and imperial edict, Zhou Yan took one last look at Langzhong, then vanished like a dream.

Langzhong seems to have returned to normal, and Gonggong has fallen into the seal once again.

Before the seal was placed, Gonggong, in his conceptual divinity, lowered his eyes and looked at the ancient dragon turtle that had turned into an empty shell. Even though Gonggong was a bloodless and tearless divinity, a ripple still flashed in his eyes.

Although the human realm emerged victorious in the calamity of Langzhong, the place had already been disturbed, so its location and sealing nodes were not as complete as before.

Thus, the communist industry could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand, and something gathered in his palm—a stream of water mixed with Gonggong's own true essence. With a flick of his wrist, the last of his power surged forth like a torrent into the Jialing River outside.

It flowed silently, and after a very long time, it entered the deepest part of the Huai River, spreading out a ripple in that extremely deep space that humans can never reach.

The Huai River brought disaster to the emperor; Wuzhiqi was no match for it!

Since ancient times, the ape-attribute deity is the strongest, with a powerful and domineering physique, and is the most powerful warrior under the command of the water god Gonggong.

"Long Bie and Qing Yuan have both been killed."

"Wuzhiqi, with all my remaining power, I can only unseal you."

Wuzhiqi opened his mouth and swallowed the Water Element. [Water Element Compendium] This is the supernatural power possessed by all water-attribute deities of the third rank and above.

The images carried within the water element flashed before his eyes: the death of Qingyuan Jun, the scene of the Primordial Dragon Turtle being reduced to ashes in a single move flashed by layer, and finally condensed into a white ape.

Wuzhiqi recognized him from his appearance; he was one of his descendants.

They are his descendants, the monkeys and their offspring.

He was trying to accommodate his resurrected descendants, but a golden light pierced his heart. The golden light slowly dissipated, and he saw that the weapon that pierced his descendant's heart was a long-handled weapon with a three-pointed double-edged blade.

Then, a handsome general dressed in battle robes and armor, with the bearing and spirit of a Taoist, raised his right hand and, with a single blow, smashed the brains of his monkey offspring.

Wuzhiqi's aura gradually surged, and the water rippled like waves.

Murderous intent, madness, ruthlessness.

They killed my monkey grandchildren, and harmed my comrades-in-arms...

"...I will kill you!!!"

At the bottom of the Huai River, the unchanging darkness was illuminated by a pair of golden pupils. The fierce and malevolent aura that had been suppressed for thousands of years caused the entire river to stagnate!
(End of this chapter)