Starting Cultivation During a Trip

All the matters in the mortal world are swept away by the western wind, only the vast river flows day and night.

The rushing waters of Pearl Lake once witnessed the greatness and legend of this lineage, and once mourned and wept for its demise and obliteration.

That night, the crimson blood stained the tidal lake, and white bones were buried on the hill.

More than thirty years have passed, who still remembers the former glory of this lineage?

The remnants of survivors are but ghosts walking in the crevices of the mortal world; upon seeing old friends again, hair has turned gray, and time has long seized the youthful radiance, leaving only the lineage’s blood and hate, killing and slaughter.

Zhang Tianyang, when this name was uttered from the mouth of Celestial Master Bei Zhang, reverberating on the long-abandoned old street, heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself froze at that moment.

Yuan Tiandu’s brows furrowed, Qiu Shangqing’s expression appeared grim.

The two great Celestial Masters, one from White Crane Temple, the other from Pure Yang Qiu Family, both participated in the massacre over thirty years ago, naturally knowing what this name signifies.

"Zhang Qiu Ba, you’ve aged too, Celestial Master Realm has reached its pinnacle, how much further can you go, how much longer can you live... why pursue extermination."

Zhang Tianyang whispered softly, his steps slow, his figure gradually faltering, resembling an old man in the twilight of life, guarding this land long turned to ruins.

"Zhang Tianyang, your life is truly vast; in that great tribulation, you didn’t die?" Zhang Jingshen’s voice was heavy, a complex look surged in his eyes.

Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, though divided into South and North, once lived harmoniously for a period, respecting the South while gazing North; second-generation disciples frequently intermingled, exchanging ideas often, many knowing each other’s roots and having deep friendships.

Like Zhang Tian Sheng, Zhang Tianyang was a second-generation disciple of the South Zhang branch.

Zhang Jingshen was a second-generation disciple of the Northern Zhang Lineage.

In their youth, they would gather together, drink wine happily, discuss Daoist skills, and refine their cultivation.

That was the last peace of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family.

"The Dao of Heaven diminishes the excess to supplement the deficient; heaven favors the weak, not the strong; among us brothers, I am the most unremarkable, hence I survived." Zhang Tianyang whispered softly.

"Indeed..." Zhang Jingshen fell silent, lightly raised his eyelids, as if suggesting some deeper meaning.

"Among you three brothers, Zhang Tianqi was the most powerful, Zhang Tian Sheng was the most intelligent, and you were the most low-key..."

"Staying low-key allows for a long life; the tallest tree in the forest is sure to be toppled by the wind; surely, they must understand this truth... Except the flag of South Zhang ultimately requires someone to carry it; when someone walks under the sunlight, another must live in the shadows."

"So you’ve lived like a rat, hiding in the shadows, lingering on until today?" Zhang Jingshen sneered coldly.

"Yes, I’m old now; guarding here, there’s nothing left but lingering."

Zhang Tianyang’s aging face showed not a trace of ripple; he whispered softly, as if confessing to the years, as if lamenting to heaven and earth.

"All of South Zhang’s people are dead, what’s the point of living, seeking revenge?" Zhang Jingshen shook his head coldly.

"Once a single angry thought arises, a million obstacles open... Just this one thought leads to absolute destruction."

"Zhang Tianyang, you’ve indeed lived to turn back."

Upon these words, everyone remained indifferent; the cold and clear street offered no echo.

Cultivators must avoid reckless thoughts, stirrings of emotions, flights of fancy, as these signal imminent great tribulations.

The implication of Zhang Jingshen’s words was that South Zhang was already annihilated; if one still seeks revenge, one invites a violation of the cultivator’s taboo...

Born outside the Dragon Tiger Sect, buried outside the Zhang Family gates.

"Indeed, the people of South Zhang have long perished; vast and boundless, it leaves just me alone wandering..."

Zhang Tianyang whispered softly, his figure turning more desolate.

He is the echo of that era, the last gravekeeper of South Zhang; he witnessed the glory of this lineage, and experienced its demise.

He is the true disciple of South Zhang, the last pure bloodline; in this vast and boundless world, no one can understand his loneliness anymore.

"I am old now, nearly dead; can I preserve that shred of vitality?" Zhang Tianyang lamented.

He was like an old man at dusk, pleading with heaven and earth for the last bit of time.

Zhang Jingshen’s expression was cold, shaking his head: "The people of South Zhang shouldn’t live..."

"In light of past incense offerings, I can offer you dignity, leaving you a whole corpse."

Zhang Jingshen’s voice fell like heaven’s decree, echoing on the cold street, undeniable.

This was his final mercy and grace.

Cold gazes fell upon Zhang Tianyang, heartless and chilling, seemingly watching the departure of this survivor from the South Zhang lineage.

Zhang Tianyang lowered his gaze, he moved, taking a slow step forward, that step seeming to span thirty years of time, his figure aging several years more.

"Once a single angry thought arises, a million obstacles open, with the opening of the door, corpses are buried on the spot..."

Suddenly, Zhang Tianyang whispered softly, extending a hand, his fingertips flowing with luminescence.

"Then let all die!"

Boom...

Suddenly, a terrifying and amazing aura shot skyward, shattering the skies, shaking the heavens, causing the pale moon to lose its color, the great stars to dim.

The ancient long street trembled, houses collapsed on both sides, cracks spread across the ground toward the surroundings.

Between heaven and earth, an odd phenomena soared upright.

It was a hexagram.

"This is..."

"Above Qian, below Kun!?"

Primordial Spirit Observation revealed the strange hexagram seemingly engraved between heaven and earth, imprinted within the universe, enveloping the entire old street.

"Absolute Heaven!" Zhang Tianyang whispered softly.

At this moment, his lips slightly lifted, unexpectedly revealing a smile, a cold and cruel, yet excited and exhilarated smile.