Starting Cultivation During a Trip

"Divine Oracle!?" Zhang Jingshen’s face changed abruptly as he uttered a name.

"He said that one day, on this ruin, people will still die, but it shouldn’t be the people of Southern Zhang..."

"So, he left this hexagram."

Zhang Tianyang spoke indifferently; the ’he’ in his words naturally referred to Zhang Tiansheng.

"I’ve been drawing this hexagram for thirty years..."

At this point, Zhang Tianyang looked at the three Celestial Masters with an increasingly indifferent expression.

"Thirty years, and more lives need to be sacrificed."

Rumble...

As his words fell, the two sets of hexagrams in the world gradually merged; the upper Trigram Qian and the lower Trigram Kun formed the Hexagram [Pi].

Pi Hexagram is an extremely ominous hexagram, where heaven and earth do not communicate, everything is blocked, seasons do not transition, five elements do not operate, all things wither, and everything descends into emptiness.

"Kill!"

Zhang Jingshen let out a fierce roar and finally moved, but as soon as he stepped out, he perceived something amiss.

A master of the Celestial Master Realm, united with heaven and man, where the human heart is the heart of heaven.

But at this moment, he seemed to be severed from the connection with the world, even his Primordial Spirit was trapped within the Spirit Platform and unable to move.

This feeling was even more perilous and unbelievable than entering the Great Night.

"You..."

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Tiandu also realized something was wrong, their expressions grew serious, gone was any ease they had before.

Even as Celestial Masters, facing matters beyond comprehension, they could not maintain a mind devoid of thoughts.

"This hexagram is the most ominous of all hexagrams..."

Zhang Tianyang said with an indifferent look.

In the mythologies of Hua Country, Absolute Heaven is one of the most mysterious and significant events.

Absolute Heaven divides gods and humans, gods don’t descend to earth, humans don’t ascend to heaven, from then on, heaven and man are forever separate, immortals and mortals are different.

The Pi Hexagram, with its upper Trigram Qian and lower Trigram Kun, represents heaven rising and earth sinking, symbolizing an upper and lower severance, aligning with the image of Absolute Heaven.

Rumble...

In the area of the old street, the world seemed to be roaring, heaven and earth trembled as if space was wondrously trembling, everything seemed to turn into particles, vibrating at an immensely terrifying frequency.

This frequency of vibration could obliterate any nearby Primordial Spirit to dust.

Bam Bam Bam...

In an instant, many experts spying with their Primordial Spirit perished, their form and spirit vanished, leaving only remains.

Buzz...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to the Acupoint, not daring to spy a bit, his sight only seeing the foggy mist above the old street, stretching in all directions, invisible without observing with the Primordial Spirit.

"Terrifying... so terrifying... that piece of heaven and earth has changed..." Lou Hechuan’s eyes widened in shock.

At this moment, that old street appeared to be an absolute place for cultivation, the horror was beyond thousands of times compared to the Great Night.

"Without the Primordial Spirit, it’s like an immortal of heaven demoted to the mortal dust..."

Zhang Jingshen spoke coldly as a grim, fierce expression finally appeared on what was once calm.

In this extremely ominous hexagram, they were like immortals banished to the dust, reduced to mortals, with no Divine Techniques.

"Absolute Heaven, immortal and mortal are different... as long as you are in this Red Dust, you are no more than mortals."

Zhang Tianyang said indifferently, his eyes devoid of light, as if in his eyes, the three Celestial Masters were no different from ants.

Rumble...

The ground of the old street completely cracked, a pale light shot toward the sky, illuminating a part of the dark sky.

At this moment, Zhang Jingshen, Qiu Shangqing, and Yuan Tiandu seemingly felt the breath of death, shrouded by that faint whiteness.

"Tiansheng Tianyang, you two brothers..."

Zhang Jingshen gritted his teeth, reaching out as if trying to pierce through the vast white light to touch the fleeting shadow close at hand.

"Zhang Qiu Ba, when you set foot on the Southern Zhang Ancient Land back then, with bloodstained hands, did you think you’d die at the hands of us brothers today?"

"These extra thirty years you’ve lived, were earned in vain."

Zhang Tianyang’s lips slightly curled upwards, yet on his indifferent face was a hint of a smile, like endless madness hidden within its coldness.

"Obliterate completely!"

Rumble...

The hexagram he painted for over thirty years froze today as the most beautiful scene, the vast white spreading across the heavens and earth, lighting up the dark night.

Yin and Yang do not interact!

Heaven and earth’s ultimate kill!

In Qin Ancient Town, many ordinary people were startled awake, sticking their heads out, looking at the window, observing the night sky stained with white.

Bam Bam Bam...

The dilapidated old street had turned into ruins, whiteness as far as the eye could see, Zhang Jingshen’s hand still hovered in mid-air, but his body, his flesh... all dispersed, leaving only pale bones.

Qiu Shangqing and Yuan Tiandu also faced total obliteration.

Just like that, the three Celestial Masters died, like ordinary people, perished in the Mortal World...

Died in the Red Dust!

Died on the path to Longevity!

"What kind of power is this!"

In the dim backstreet, Ge Shuangxiu sat by the roadside, his upper body bare, his entire body exuding steam, which dispersed into a white mist.

Ge Changfeng, Qiu Wanmian, and Wang Qi had long since fallen at his feet, less than ten meters away.

These people’s vitality was extinct, without any trace of life.

However, Ge Shuangxiu did not even glance at them; he raised his hand to his head, looking at the vast whiteness, feeling only boundless terror.

This kind of power can cut down Celestial Masters, seemingly not belonging to the Mortal World.

"The sky has fallen!"

Lou Hechuan looked at the white light surging toward the sky, illuminating the night, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

He knew something major had happened.

The fall of a Celestial Master is extraordinary, sure to cause strange phenomena, night turning into day, sun and moon, heaven and earth overturned...

His concern wasn’t about how to silence the public, as there were precedents for this, using explanations like natural gas leaks, pipeline explosions, meteorological anomalies—these were ready to use, with over a dozen versions of prepared drafts.

At that moment, Lou Hechuan was worried about how to explain to those above and how to face the ensuing storm.

After all, a Celestial Master died!

At that moment, Zhang Fan felt the same unutterable shock within his heart.

He had once seen a Celestial Master-level Magical Combat when Lao Mountain Sect Leader Li Chengge clashed with the Lord of the Jiang Palace, Ming Shenshou, still leaving an indelible impression.

Moreover, the melee among the three Celestial Masters for the Heaven and Earth Spirit Embryo was extremely intense.

Those mysterious scenarios, even Zhang Fan’s cultivation could only grasp the form, not the true essence.

Even so, in both prominent battles, no Celestial Master perished.

After all, those standing at the pinnacle of cultivation were considered invincible...

Each one transcending the mundane understanding of life.

Such existences, though differing in power, stood as transcended beings, invincible and seemingly immortal.

This was an unwritten truth acknowledged by all cultivators.

But today, three Celestial Masters fell, fallen right before eyes.

Such mortality exceeded ordinary mortality, leaving Zhang Fan immensely astounded.

He hadn’t anticipated that this situation, set up supposedly to hunt Chen Dragon, would conclude with this outcome.

Three major Celestial Masters fell, White Crane Temple, Pure Yang Qiu Family, and the Northern Zhang Lineage all became losers, bearing heavy losses.

After all, a Celestial Master was of the utmost power, comparable to a nuclear weapon for a sect or clan; such death meant not just a loss of strength but a decline in destiny, a collapse of foundation, potentially affecting incense and candle inheritance, and the lifeline of orthodoxy.

Like the Qiu Family, with only two Celestial Masters; with Qiu Shangqing gone, half of their strength was lost.

Sigh...

On the old street, the white light gently dissipated, dust billowing, as everything seemed to return to peace.

Zhang Tianyang raised his eyes, a night breeze blew through, scattering the three skeletons standing amidst the night, turning them into dust falling away.

"When one grows old, death is just natural."

Zhang Tianyang sighed; with one step, he vanished from the spot.

At the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion, in a serene courtyard, Lou Hechuan’s body suddenly jolted, seeing a figure suddenly appear before him.

"You..."

Zhang Fan’s eyes focused, suddenly coming back to his senses, looking at the old painter before him, or rather his third granduncle, filled with complex emotions.

Just moments ago, this seemingly aged man had killed three Celestial Masters!

"Third... third leader..." Lou Hechuan looked at Zhang Tianyang, instinctively stepping back, trembling.

In response, Zhang Tianyang, lifting his eyelids slightly, glanced indifferently at Lou Hechuan.

"Oh, it’s little Lou."