Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The night was dark and the desolate mountains stretched endlessly. Looking south to the land of old acquaintances, at the time when the mysterious Technique was born, a sudden upheaval struck like thunder, capturing everyone’s eyes.

The eerie figure seemed to emerge from the netherworld, silently and without a trace, piercing through Wang Qingyi’s head and seizing his Primordial Spirit.

Life and death ebb and flow, impermanence swift and merciless; those who know destiny and can evade disaster achieve immortality.

However, for the multitude, life and death present the greatest barrier, with innate tribulations arising.

If thoughts are the tribulation of cultivation, the Three Corpses the tribulation of immortality, then life and death are the tribulation of existence.

From the moment one is born, everyone is in this cycle of life and death tribulations; where there is a beginning, there is an end; where there is life, there is death. As long as one remains in this tumultuous red dust, no one can escape.

In an instant, Wang Qingyi met this great tribulation of life and death.

"Who? Who is it really?"

At this moment, all members of the Wang Family were greatly shocked, terrified by the scene before them.

Wang Qingshan’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He was the closest and felt it most acutely; the eerie figure seemed shrouded in mist, indistinct in appearance and form, and even from this one couldn’t sense the breath of a living person...

For this reason, the figure could quietly appear behind Wang Qingyi and seize his Primordial Spirit with unimaginable means.

"God Capturing Technique... is it the Wuwei Demon!?" Wang Qinglian roared in her heart, her eyes trembling, the words stuck in her throat, not daring to utter a sound.

"Jia Sheng Gui Si!?"

Just then, Wang Qingyi’s Primordial Spirit let out a cry of rage and agony.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, the Blazing Banner planted in the ground at a distance began to shake violently, a red light soared into the sky, blazing brilliantly like a volcanic eruption, its terrifying power far stronger than when in Wang Qingshan’s hands.

This Cyan Feather Treasure had been enshrined by the Wang Family for hundreds of years, with burning incense offering it intelligence. Now it resonated with Wang Qingyi’s Primordial Spirit.

Buzz...

In an instant, flames surged like a tide, engulfing the eerie figure within moments.

Immediately, a violent sound pierced through Cang Mountain, echoing in the long night sky, with the terrifying explosion sending shockwaves across hundreds of meters.

All the masters of the Wang Family were thrown off their feet.

Zhang Fan waved his hand fiercely, scattering the shockwaves and dust around him, only to find before him a sea of fire, the ground where the eerie figure stood now reduced to scorched earth.

"This is the true power of the Blazing Banner!" Wang Qingshan’s brow trembled intensely. He finally realized how terrifying the Cyan Feather Treasure could be once awakened.

True Flame covering Cang Mountain, such destructive waves were enough to turn a Mahayana Realm master to dust.

Buzz...

The red banner flew out, landing horizontally atop a large rock of Cang Mountain, the radiance it emitted lifting Wang Qingyi’s remains; his Primordial Spirit had been reclaimed, yet shattered and withered, with the most crucial aspect being...

The Life and Death True Seed was nowhere to be found.

That was the essence of Wang Qingyi’s Dao, the foundation of his lifetime’s cultivation. Without the Life and Death True Seed, though his Primordial Spirit remained intact, his realm’s foundation was completely ruined, gradually regressing to a commoner, more pitiful than Wang Qingshan.

Whew...

A mountain gale rose, dispersing the dust as a silhouette slowly emerged from where he stood amidst the scorched land, the Life and Death True Seed, like a firefly, flew into the center of his brow.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the scorched soil beneath the eerie figure’s feet transformed rapidly, the barren, charred soil sprouting lush grass, full of vitality, only to wither again in an instant, once more revealing scorched earth.

Thus, with every step the eerie figure took, his surroundings changed; the black scorched earth and vibrant grass alternated, life and death interwoven, reflecting one another.

"Between life and death, it is but a moment..."

At this moment, everyone witnessing the scene before them was filled with strange thoughts, though fear was foremost, what they saw in their eyes was extraordinarily mysterious.

Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. Comes at midnight, gone by morning.

How long does a spring dream last? It departs like morning clouds, with no trace.

Time ages with a snap of the fingers; transient splendor like lightning, the shift of yin and yang too heart-wrenching to gaze upon, life is like morning dew.

Life suddenly feels like a mere loan, only to realize life and death do not stand still; in this world, shadowy and desolate tombs.

"Just born, just died; just died, just born..."

All present had a newfound understanding of Zhuangzi’s words, realizing that life and death may not be for a lifetime, but in a fleeting moment, containing the greatest secret of this world.

That secret is life and death.

That secret is Pure Yang.

That secret is Longevity.

Buzz...

Suddenly, all changes ceased, the eerie figure turned abruptly.

Such a slight movement caused all faces to change color; at this moment, they suddenly awoke to the fact that the means of this person were terrifyingly boundless. He could silently ruin Wang Qingyi and take the Life and Death True Seed, just as easily could he kill every one of them here.

Fortunately, the eerie figure seemed not even to have considered these little fish and shrimps, taking a step to leave.

"Wait!"

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly shouted aloud.

His shout made everyone, who had just relaxed, tense up once again.

Is this guy crazy? This harbinger of death, better to send him off quickly, yet he dares to speak up and call out? Wait for what? Wait for death?"

"Zhang Fan, don’t..." Meng Qiwu’s face changed slightly, wanting to stop him, but it was too late.

Zhang Fan took a step forward, his figure as swift as lightning, catching up to the mysterious figure.

Rumble...

Almost at the same time, that eerie figure, as if sensing something, turned sharply, reaching out with a punch.