Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 345 - 187: The Eternal Alchemy Scripture Has No Mantra! Three Corpses Daoist (5k Mega - )

The primordial spirit inner scenery is like a long, endless night, akin to an infinite black sky.

The heavy chains echo softly, clashing as the only sound amidst the utter silence, and in the depths of the chaos, a gigantic figure seems to be lurking...

He appears to be the only living being left in this desolate world, forgotten by heaven and earth, abandoned by all life, possessing only loneliness, only decay, only despair...

"Hehe, you have arrived... You have finally reached this step... To glimpse the supreme technique, to see the shattered past, to tread upon the destined future..."

The mysterious voice echoes softly, as if piercing through the vicissitudes of time, reverberating in the deepest part of the primordial spirit inner scenery.

"The Minor Divinity Splitting Technique is truly remarkable, you swallowed a Three Corpses Primordial Pill, blessed by the incense of Imprisoned Immortal Temple, no longer an ignorant consciousness."

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit reached the deepest part of the inner scenery, sensing the transformation of the colossal figure.

"All of primordial spirit is innate, merely an awareness wishing to give birth to a primordial spirit, already a heavenly taboo, it’s a long and endless process..."

The mysterious voice rings softly, seemingly dispelling Zhang Fan’s doubts.

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit remains silent, gazing towards the chaotic darkness, beholding the massive figure.

"I want to comprehend the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, see his past." Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit murmurs.

He refers to the former world’s number one master, the Three Corpses Daoist.

"As you wish!"

Rumble...

The primordial spirit inner scenery begins to tumult, thunder flickers in the endless black sky, like dragons and snakes soaring, seemingly overturning the heavens and earth.

The enormous figure moves, accompanied by the sound of chains clashing, unprecedented and fierce.

Crash...

Suddenly, the colossal figure seems to dissolve, shadows surging across the sky, like a deluge, akin to the turbulent rivers.

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit is caught off guard, swept into the endless shadows.

At this moment, he feels like a drowning man, unable to breathe, helpless, forced to go with the flow, the raging waves hiding unknown dangers.

Death seems to be the next moment.

His primordial spirit struggles weakly, frantically entangled.

Buzz...

Just then, streams of light flash through the raging waves, like meteors quickly disappearing, from Zhang Fan’s side, from his fingertips, from beneath his hair...

Those streams of light keep circulating.

Finally, Zhang Fan desperately grabs, clutching onto one stream of light.

Boom...

That stream of light explodes in Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit’s hand, scattering into a whirlpool, exuding a terrifying abyss-like attraction, drawing his primordial spirit inside.

In an instant, Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit seems to disperse into numerous awarenesses, merging into the whirlpool, countless light shadows surging back as dusty years reverse.

...

A hundred years ago.

At that time, Hua Country had long been blasted open by foreign ships and cannons, the Central Plains suffered, the people faced tribulation, warlords fought, fires ravaged Kyushu, eyes full of hunger, land filled with desolation.

Xijiang Province, Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The ancient palace and temple incense flourished, rising straight to heaven, seemingly lamenting to the immortals above about the misfortunes of the mortal world.

Though in troubled times, the mountain seemed isolated, the sound of reciting scriptures still reverberated in the mountains daily.

"Brother San, Uncle Mingyi and the others should return to the mountain tomorrow."

In these times of distress, Daoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain would descend every so often with disciples, to rescue the poor, save the suffering, fight the unjust, subdue demons...

Considered as contributing to the heavenly immortals, bringing a little light to this chaotic mortal world.

A little girl, wiping the incense burner while gazing down the mountain, with curious and yearnful eyes.

She also wishes to descend the mountain like the elders and senior brothers and sisters to rescue the world.

"What are you thinking in your little head?"

Just then, a young boy approaches, barefoot, wearing a vest, chewing on wild grass, with his hair in a Daoist bun, looking more like a street hooligan than a Daoist.

The boy walks closer and taps on the girl’s little head.

"Brother San, that hurts!" Zhang Shijiu holds her head, eyes shimmering, seemingly about to cry.

"You don’t know the situation down the mountain."

The boy murmurs softly, gazing blankly at the base of the mountain.

He once followed the seniors down the mountain, never having seen such brutality, corpses everywhere along the roadside, some famine-stricken people desperately eating those corpses...

Some corpses had their bellies torn open, filled with roots and bark...

If the mountain above is the mortal world, then below is purgatory.

"Brother San, do you think there are real immortals in this world? If there are immortals, why don’t they come down to save everyone..." Zhang Shijiu sits on the stone steps, gazing pitifully at the sky.

"Immortals... Our cultivation is to become immortals... But are there real immortals in this world?" The boy murmurs softly.

For the first time, he feels shaken in his belief.

Immortals were once humans, but if humans lack firm resolve, what more suffering is needed to find that sapling capable of becoming divine amidst this purgatorial red dust!?

"Brother San, do you think the fighting down the mountain will reach up here?" Zhang Shijiu tugs at the boy’s clothes, her tender face showing confusion and fear.

These days, even on the mountain, the deafening sound of cannons can faintly be heard.

"Don’t be afraid, with Brother San here, even in these chaotic times, he will protect you thoroughly." The boy hugs Zhang Shijiu, his eyes full of tenderness.