Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Late at night, Hongfu Garden.

The lights in the living room flickered dimly as Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the sofa, his Primordial Spirit suspended three feet above his head, revealing extreme instability.

Three phantoms crisscrossed, creating great disharmony, and faintly, auras rose like three sticks of incense, drifting into the distance, seemingly drawn by an invisible force.

"The Three Corpses Great Tribulation, is it truly so unfathomable?"

Li Miaoyin observed, a grave expression on her face.

From the moment Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body acupoints, his state became extraordinarily unstable.

Originally, he suppressed the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate with the Divine Demon Holy Embryo without any issue, but tonight, in a desperate bid to break through danger, he forcibly used the Divine Splitting Technique.

Who would have thought the consequences would be so dire!

The Three Corpses God was indeed like the legends, the Three Corpses Cause Calamity, Primordial Spirit Transforming Tribulation.

The connection between him and Zhang Fan was like yin and yang, like life and death, resembling heaven and earth, akin to divine and demon.

No matter the distance, they could sense each other, much like quantum entanglement.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the Three Corpses God is Zhang Fan’s greatest tribulation at present.

When he achieves Divine Fusion, it will be the moment of tribulation; only by completely exterminating it can he be truly successful and genuinely achieve the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate.

Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s presence became increasingly terrifying, his Primordial Spirit constantly fusing and splitting, caught in an endless cycle.

In this cycle, his aura continuously leaked, destabilizing the entire district’s power system.

"No wonder they say the Three Corpses is the final tribulation on the path to immortality," Li Miaoyin remarked, her expression solemn.

According to ancient traditions, at the final stage of Daoist cultivation, just before heavenly ascension, the body’s Three Corpses will surface to cause trouble, ruining the foundational thousand-year cultivation, destroying the chance to become immortal.

Therefore, the Three Corpses, which are born innately with the Primordial Spirit, are the final tribulation on the road to immortality.

Just as the initial awakening of the Primordial Spirit is the first tribulation, so the Three Corpses are the final tribulation.

As for what it truly is? No one knows.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin clenched her teeth, sending out a transmitted shout.

The Three Corpses God seemed to be remotely affecting Zhang Fan, trapping his Primordial Spirit in a cycle of fusion and division, leading to eventual collapse regardless of strength.

However, Li Miaoyin’s call was like a stone sinking into the ocean, receiving no response.

Hum...

Finally, unable to sit idly by, Li Miaoyin moved closer to Zhang Fan, undergoing an out-of-body experience with her Primordial Spirit.

Rumble...

In the next moment, behind Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit, a phantom of a mysterious furnace appeared, vast and nameless, seemingly born from the void, rising by the balance of yin and yang, unfathomably mysterious, indescribable.

"Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery?"

At that moment, Zhang Fan, seeing the mysterious furnace, finally regained a sliver of clarity.

"What are you doing?"

He suddenly looked at Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit, whispering sharply.

"Quick, withdraw, or you’ll be implicated by my Primordial Spirit, both form and spirit perishing before your eyes," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

The Three Corpses Great Tribulation is not something to be underestimated.

This method is inherently the nemesis of the Primordial Spirit; at this time, his Primordial Spirit is entrapped in a cycle of fusion and division, akin to a meat grinder, turning any nearby Primordial Spirit to ashes.

"Danger and ease should not bind the heart, like passing clouds in the vast sky," Li Miaoyin softly replied.

"Don’t speak, I’ll help you overcome the tribulation."

Rumble...

As her words fell, within the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, that mysterious furnace grew even larger, True Flame blazing forth, enveloping both Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirits.

In an instant, Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit seemed to melt, blending seamlessly with Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, poised to break the endless cycle, recombining the divided Primordial Spirit.

Rumble...

In the sky, lightning flashed.

The Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery awakened to miracles; the mysterious furnace fully revived, internally birthing no True Flame, but circulating Yin and Yang Qi, refining all techniques, and tempering myriad things.

At this moment, the rising incense finally ceased.

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit achieved unity, while Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit seemed to fall into a slumber, yet lay so clear and lucid before him.

Between the two, a mystical connection emerged, open and honest, water blending with milk, as if they could never be separated.

Zhang Fan experienced an unprecedented sense of wonder and joy.

Now, heaven also cleared, earth also cleared, heaven nonexistent, earth nonexistent.

All mysteries dispelled, leaving only the mutual understanding of yin and yang!

...

Night grew deep.

In Yujing City, Southeast University City.

At the Xuezhe Road Subway Exit, students bustled out.

Most leaving were in pairs, either of different sexes or same-sex.

At this hour, the dormitories’ doors were locked, leaving them no choice but to find accommodation outside, exploring the mysteries of life together, sharing a single bed.

Meanwhile, not far from the subway exit, a pancake stall’s lights still shone, the egg mixture sizzling on the griddle, releasing steaming heat and a fragrant aroma drifting through the air.

Running a stall in University City, if done well, could afford a new car each year.

"I’ll have a pancake set,"

came a hoarse voice from nearby.

Feng Ping’an’s hands paused momentarily, his eyes narrowing as he turned to see an elder emerging from the vast night, none other than the President of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters...

Lou Hechuan.

"Elder Lou, your nose is truly keen. Even when I hide here, you can still sniff me out," Feng Ping’an chuckled softly.

"Feng, in Yujing City, do you think there’s anything you can hide from me?"

Lou Hechuan, with a calm expression, slowly approached the pancake stall.