Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 508 - 253: Great Evil Fang! Ren Xiao’s Secluded Place

Black and white Qi flows apart, the majestic Primordial Spirit remains imperishable.

The mysterious figure’s face was none other than Zhang Lingzong in his youth. On that day, he wreaked havoc on Tusk Mountain, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo appeared ferocious, channeling the lifeblood, essence, and Primordial Spirit of the deceased into an imprint, finally forming such a monster in this unique place of Tusk Mountain.

It was like a miniature version of Zhang Lingzong from back then, nurtured over time, born of heaven and earth, harboring the mysteries of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, displaying the domineering nature of the Great Spirit Sect King.

As the mysterious figure gradually dissipated, everything returned to silence...

The wind rises again, dust settles.

Zhang Fan’s face was emotionless, but the black and white Qi at his forehead hadn’t completely dissipated. Though faint, resembling a spark, it undeniably existed, concentrated and unyielding.

"Zhang Fan... you..."

Fang Changle couldn’t help but be moved, his gaze falling upon Zhang Fan whose Primordial Spirit was about to emerge. He sat atop the Celestial Spirit, his hands forming seals, seemingly operating some special and mysterious technique, absorbing and emitting the black and white Qi.

Buzz...

The Primordial Light separated from his body by three inches, resembling a halo, dreamlike and enchanting.

The Primordial Divine Light, this is the sign of entering the Mahayana Realm.

The Primordial Light illuminated, feathering to the heavens, unbounded by myriad worldly constraints, impervious to evil.

Originally, given Zhang Fan’s unique condition, he couldn’t comprehend such a realm. The Great Night not bright, an incomplete Primordial Spirit, for a common person, they couldn’t even set foot on the cultivation path.

However, last time, he unraveled the secrets of the Golden Radiance Treasure Box, and the golden light within was a single thought.

The Divine Demon Holy Embryo naturally used thought as a medicine. By consuming it, he broke through limitations, achieving the Mahayana Realm.

At this very moment, Zhang Fan’s opportunity arrived again. As his Primordial Spirit absorbed the black and white Qi, the alchemy technique was profound, the spirit seal wondrous, and the Primordial Light covering his body began to pulsate and resonate at an extremely mysterious frequency...

Buzz...

The next moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Light split into two, no, more precisely, it evolved from one to two, forming two strands of Primordial Light.

"He’s had a breakthrough!?" Fang Changle couldn’t help but be astonished.

In Daoist Sect cultivation, once reaching the Mahayana Realm, it’s a slow grind. Over time, only then can one achieve deep Dao practice.

In the Daoist Sect, "nine" is the utmost.

Mahayana Realm, Primordial Light Ninth Layer.

Sect Leader Realm, Inner Core Ninth Turn.

Observation Master Realm, Nine Transformations of Dharma.

These various achievements lead one to the position of Celestial Master, unity with heaven and man, standing at the threshold of Pure Yang Wuji, contemplating the mysteries of longevity.

Precisely because the path is so lengthy and almost endless, some spend their lives in vain, never moving beyond their initial positions.

It’s known that achieving the Mahayana Realm is akin to being a phoenix among people, rarely seen in history.

Yet achieving the Primordial Light Ninth Layer, how many have actually accomplished this?

As a Maoshan inheritor, Fang Changle has seen too many such prodigies, gifted and lucky, stepping into the Mahayana Realm, shining for a time. But throughout their lives, they die in the deep mountains, refining day and night, without ever condensing a second strand of Primordial Light, ultimately dying in regret.

To cultivate longevity, to cultivate longevity, how many seekers of immortality have failed to achieve it throughout history?

This road is ultimately filled with despair, with no visible end.

Fang Changle didn’t expect, how long has Zhang Fan been in the Mahayana Realm? He actually had another breakthrough, achieving the Great Master Second Layer... no...

Suddenly, Fang Changle’s brow trembled fiercely, seeing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit transforming again, with surrounding Primordial Light oscillating at an even more terrifying frequency, starting to differentiate and evolve...

"Triple Primordial Light!?"

"Great Master Third Layer!?"

Fang Changle’s eyes widened, his expression turning incredibly peculiar. How long did it take? He surpassed the decades of hard work others put in?

"Seeing ghosts? For heaven’s sake, isn’t it said the path to longevity is full of obstacles? How is he speeding through?"

Fang Changle’s eyes showed strange disbelief, muttering softly.

Indeed, comparing oneself to others is infuriating. What others perceive as a treacherous place, Tusk Mountain, became Zhang Fan’s Blessed Land. How long has he been in the mountain? Under an hour, yet he repeatedly broke through, reaching the Triple Primordial Light!?

Hoo...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body. He slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, his clear eyes seeming to flicker with lightning, shimmering brilliantly.

"It’s really a good place." Zhang Fan closed his mouth in a light smile.

He could roughly infer that it must be due to Tusk Mountain’s special magnetic field, coupled with the extraordinary nature of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, enabling the imprint, merging with the Primordial Spirit fragments and lifeblood of the departed, thus forming this monster.

In essence, it’s practically Zhang Lingzong’s gift to him.

Only Zhang Fan could savor it.

After all, they share the same origin, and only he can absorb and inherit the residual power of this monster, nurturing his Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, Zhang Fan played with the black iron plate he carried, calm and composed despite the sudden breakthrough.

"You..."

Fang Changle approached Zhang Fan, intending to speak, but ultimately just shook his head, saying nothing.

He’s already powerless to criticize.

"Old Fang, the encounters in life are indeed hard to explain." Zhang Fan patted Fang Changle’s shoulder, comforting him.

"You managed to show off again." Fang Changle pursed his lips.

"Let’s go, this Tusk Mountain is certainly extraordinary, who knows what dangers lie ahead." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why his mother chose this place to meditate and cultivate.

Just now, that white fog was extremely strange, having a significant impact on a cultivator’s Primordial Spirit. Those with high realms could barely resist, while those with low realms faced dire perils.