Starting Cultivation During a Trip

This punch was extremely slow, yet when the Primordial Spirit beheld it, it displayed different outer sceneries, each person seeing something unique.

Some saw a newborn, its cry particularly loud, bringing endless hope and brilliance.

Some saw graves everywhere, bones piling up, the world somber and bleak.

Some saw a deep, silent valley, where plants thrived and wild beasts raced.

Flowers bloom and perish, the sun rises and sets, tides ebb and flow, life and death... countless shadows and lights seemed to merge into this punch.

From nothing to presence, from far to near.

The trajectory it carved was like the traces of all existence, embodying Yin and Yang, condensing into life and death.

Rumble...

Facing this punch, Zhang Fan had no time to think and raised a punch of his own.

His punch also had no fancy embellishments, nor any overflowing Daoist Skill.

Just a punch, without the long night nor the mingling day, where Zhang Fan stood, it was a boundless void, as if he had vanished, leaving only the unparalleled phenomenon, beyond black and white, like between divine and demonic, indescribable and unfathomable.

Rumble...

The two figures collided, terrifying ripples spreading, thunder echoed in the sky, winds and clouds surged, obscuring the Great Moon, as if two entirely different phenomena had split the heavens in half.

At this moment, everyone’s thoughts came to a halt.

Their Primordial Spirits seemed inherently drawn to these contrasting phenomena, at this time, their thoughts, their minds, parts of their Primordial Spirits seemed to be consumed and crushed by it.

In a flash, these individuals even forgot the splendor of those two punches, as if awakening from a great dream, leaving no trace.

Whoo...

The mountain wind howled, sweeping across the barren lands of Cang Mountain, when people regained their senses, they could not tell how much time had passed, only to see Zhang Fan standing in the distance, gazing at the endless undulating mountain ridges...

As for that strange silhouette, it was nowhere to be found.

"He has indeed encountered tribulation." Zhang Fan’s face was extremely solemn.

Practitioners of [Jia Sheng Gui Si] live like a great sun, die like a sunken abyss, with life and death states overlapping within that body, once concealed, can no longer be traced.

Even though he had cultivated the [Divine Demon Holy Embryo], the Primordial Spirit could not perceive it.

However, from the recent exchange, Zhang Fan could conclude that he was now at a critical moment in cultivating [Jia Sheng Gui Si], caught in tribulation, difficult to avoid.

Li Yishan had once said, he often dreams, sometimes unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

This is one of the tribulations of [Jia Sheng Gui Si].

If life and death are illusions, then reality is also a great dream, within this dream, life and death can be comprehended.

The dreams he perceives may be reality, and the reality he inhabits may be a great dream.

Living is dying, dying is living, true and false, with falsehood cultivating truth.

After merging life and death, the great dream is true, reality is dreamlike, the two become indistinguishable, able to transform freely, truly comprehending the great secret of life and death.

Yet before this, those cultivating [Jia Sheng Gui Si] must sink into dream and reality, often unable to discern whether they are alive or dead...

Constantly splitting, constantly tearing, constantly sinking, constantly drifting...

Until the end, without madness, there is no life.

"Old Li, you are indeed here." Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly.

This journey was not in vain, no matter who attacked Li Yishan’s home in Yujing City, one thing Zhang Fan could finally confirm, Li Yishan escaped and is now hiding in Chang’an.

"Of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, not one is easy to master." Zhang Fan sighed in his heart.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, a weak voice came from behind, pulling Zhang Fan out of his thoughts.

Zhang Fan turned around to see Wang Qingshan staggering over.

"We, the Wang Family, will no longer pursue the matter of Qin Ergou, things here have surpassed personal grievances, please lend your hand, for the sake of my elder brother." Wang Qingshan gritted his teeth, lowering his once proud head.

Here Zhang Fan’s cultivation was the highest.

Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed, looking towards Wang Qingyi lying not far away.

To be honest, putting aside the matter of Qin Ergou, his impression of the Wang Family wasn’t bad or good, besides Wang Qingshan and Wang Qinghe’s domineering disciples, Wang Qingyi’s demeanor was indeed extraordinary...

From the very beginning, agreeing with Zhang Fan, from start to finish, he never showed off the Pure Yang Family’s airs, nor those unpleasant habits of grand family disciples.

Zhang Fan said no more, he did not wish to have a severe fallout with the Wang Family, even if just pretending, he needed to go take a look.

He walked to Wang Qingyi, bent down to check, and couldn’t help but frown.

The injury was too severe, even the skull was broken, for an ordinary person, this body was already a corpse.

"How is it?" Wang Qingshan asked.

"Too severe..." Zhang Fan shook his head and sighed: "But he once cultivated the [Life and Death True Seed], this body was nourished beyond the ordinary, its functions haven’t fully vanished..."

"Bring him back, perhaps he can still be used, but his Primordial Spirit..."

"What?" Wang Qingshan probed further.

"You should know very well, the foundation is destroyed, even if he wakes up, he can only live as an ordinary person." Zhang Fan said indifferently.

"Impossible... Brother Qingyi is the most outstanding disciple of our Wang Family’s generation... how could it be..." Wang Qinglian exclaimed emotionally.

"Qinglian." Wang Qingshan gritted his teeth, holding this younger sister tightly, glimmers subtly appearing in his eyes.

Only Cultivators understand how cruel Zhang Fan’s judgment was, that a once dazzling favored child of heaven, now fallen from grace, with a future path severed, unable to cultivate again, was more unbearable than death.

"Sorry..." Zhang Fan murmured softly, slowly rising to his feet.

Putting aside positions, he couldn’t help but feel a tragic empathy for Wang Qingyi’s misfortune.

This path is destined to be filled with tribulations.

Have you not seen the Yellow Court holding a scroll by the Sea of Bitterness, white bones scattered like smoke.

Seeking the Dao is difficult, paths abound, how many have become Immortals throughout the ages.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Meng Qiwu approached, looking between Zhang Fan and the Wang Family, her expression hesitant, wanting to speak but holding back.

As a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, she earnestly wished to resolve this grievance.

However, at this moment, Zhang Fan’s eyes bore no grudges or feud.

"Qiwu, this road is indeed long." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"What!?"

"So long that it seems to have no end."

Zhang Fan’s gaze cast into the distance, where the rolling ridges of Zhongnan Mountain lay, where the profound, endless, desolate night persisted, where the road of longevity cultivation stretched on, seemingly without an end.

Da... Da...

At this moment, a deafening noise pierced through the sky, a military green helicopter flew in from afar and hovered over Nanwang Mountain.

"Rescue him, let’s return to Yunshen Hall first."

Wang Qingshan waved a large hand, gathering people to rescue Wang Qingyi.

...

Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace.

In the grand hall, enshrining the spiritual seat of Chongyang Zhenren, incense smoke curled, dispersing under the dim candle flames.

Before the Divine Altar, sat a Daoist, though middle-aged in appearance, his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time, temples grey, his gaze particularly deep.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader..."

At this moment, an elder entered, hunched over, hair tied in a Daoist knot, eyes tightly shut, resembling a blind man.

Blind Taoist, one of the Four Great Celestial Masters of Zhongnan Mountain, his seniority surpassing even Ye Beichen.

In Zhongnan Mountain, only the current Sect Leader, Void Meditation Daoist, Zhou Kong Zen, could earn his respect with a term such as Senior Brother.

"Just now was..."

Below the Divine Altar, Zhou Kong Zen spoke, his voice light and slow, yet echoing in the grand hall like a large bell, resonating and deafening.

"It can’t be wrong, that was Jia Sheng Gui Si, Li Cunsi’s offspring has indeed come, aiming for the Living Dead Tomb." The Blind Taoist said solemnly.

The Mystical Cultivation Land of Chongyang Zhenren, those who’ve cultivated [Jia Sheng Gui Si] throughout the ages must enter the great tomb to break their tribulation," Zhou Kong Zen said leisurely.

"Eliminating him would indeed cut off an arm of the Wuwei Sect," said the Blind Taoist solemnly.

"Each generation’s Human Xiao is a Three Corpses Guardian... he cannot be allowed to remain."

The grand hall fell into dead silence, after a long pause, Zhou Kong Zen finally spoke.

"Zhongnan Mountain owes Third Li a favor, all families bearing the surname Li in the land have some connection with him..." Zhou Kong Zen mused slightly.

"This matter, Zhongnan Mountain shall not interfere, report it to Shangjing!"

"Sect Leader..."

The Blind Taoist hesitated, deeply "looking" at Zhou Kong Zen, then nodded in agreement.