Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Buzzing...

However, at this moment, Rosen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and the others’ Primordial Spirits did not approach the Divine Statue. They hovered in the air, suddenly surrounded by a vast darkness, as if white snow was falling, illusions arose, and tribulations were inevitable.

At this moment, even their Primordial Spirits began to become unstable, as if they could fall into silence at any moment.

Rumbling...

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit shook. He sat cross-legged and unmoving, as waves of vast darkness rushed towards his Primordial Spirit like black threads.

"The most ominous thing in the world, Divine Demon Holy Embryo!"

In the room on the top floor of the Sanqi Orphanage, a pair of eyes stared directly at the scene on the square, the dark pupils revealing heaviness.

"Worthy of the Zhang family bloodline."

Rumbling...

The vast blackness continued to surge into Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, his Primordial Spirit was growing madly...

"What... what is he doing?"

"Is his Primordial Spirit changing? How has it become this powerful?"

"What technique did he use? What kind of method is this?"

In the dormitory building, the astonished gazes no longer held their earlier composure. At this moment, they felt an unprecedented pressure, coming from the depths of their Primordial Spirits.

"Is such a mystery possible!?"

Rosen looked up, eyes wide, his face filled with disbelief.

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to have gone through an unimaginable transformation. The phenomenon around him surged, like the interplay of night and day, light and dark flowing, invincible to demons and gods.

This Zhang Fan was completely different from his usual self.

"Ignite for me!"

With a low growl, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit advanced towards the headless eight-armed Divine Statue.

Rumbling...

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by a deafening sound.

On the square, the Divine Statue trembled, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to be wrestling with the air, faintly accompanied by flashes of fire.

The space around the Divine Statue seemed to be filled with endless pressure. Once stepped into, it was a realm of endless tearing and collision.

"He’s within five steps now!"

In the dormitory building, everyone held their breath, watching the scene before them, as if they were about to witness history.

After all, no one’s Primordial Spirit had ever approached within five steps of that Divine Statue in the past.

"Could he possibly succeed?"

"Is there a monster from Dorm 203? He’s moved one step closer."

"Could he really succeed?"

The dormitory building was in a frenzy, the gazes filled with a unique brilliance, both excited and eager.

Rumbling...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit became increasingly terrifying, the most ominous thing in the world, using thoughts as medicine. Even without forging the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, his presence was unmatched.

"Three steps!"

Rosen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and Ji Suan’s breathing became heavy.

They were not only witnessing history but were also participants in it.

From then on, the orphanage would surely bear their names.

Rumbling...

A lightning bolt tore through the sky, suddenly, the aura around Zhang Fan dissipated.

His expression changed drastically. At this moment, he had an illusion, as if the headless eight-armed Divine Statue moved. An arm stretched out, light and dark flickering within the palm, and it grabbed Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

"Failed!"

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. In their eyes, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was like a blazing fire, suddenly extinguished, turned into a small flame in an instant.

"Bring him back!"

Rosen shouted fiercely.

Their Primordial Spirits wrapped around Zhang Fan like ropes, intending to pull him back.

"Leave me."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, feeling that the supreme power was something he couldn’t resist now. Hesitating would implicate Rosen and the others.

But it was already too late, Rosen and the others’ Primordial Spirits seemed to be restrained, like ants angering a god, certain to face divine retribution.

"I was too arrogant!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth in self-hate, overestimating himself and his understanding of Divine Demon Holy Embryo cultivation, and underestimating the oddity of this Divine Statue.

Sigh...

His Primordial Spirit seemed as if it was swaying in a storm, the aura growing weaker.

"Life is without foundation, drifting like dust upon the road. Scattered by the wind, no longer in original form..."

In a daze, a gentle voice echoed by Zhang Fan’s ears. He struggled to look back.

The voice grew louder and closer.

"Falling to Earth, we are brothers, need not be of the same kin. Let joy be as drinking wine with our neighbors..."

Before the Sanqi Orphanage, Zhou Yi stood up slowly, his eyes unprecedentedly bright, as sincere as the sun, as bright as pure snow.

"I have realized!"

Zhou Yi chuckled softly, stepping out, his Primordial Spirit emerged.

At this moment, everyone was inexplicably amazed, seeing a Primordial Spirit shoot into the sky, vast and majestic as a towering mountain, sprawling across the north and south, east and west, boundlessly immense, like a high and lofty universe.

"Zhou Yi..."

Zhang Fan was stunned, as Zhou Yi’s Primordial Spirit had already landed in front of him, blocking by the Divine Statue.

The terrifying pressure surged towards Zhou Yi, attacking indiscriminately, as if to turn him into ashes as well.

"Zhou Yi, you shouldn’t be here, you will die." Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, eyes filled with guilt.

"Zhang Fan..." Zhou Yi’s expression was composed, his gaze seemingly fixed on a distant point forever.

"What?"

"This place is too small..."

"If someone’s eyes were as vast as the heavens, they would see mountains higher and moons broader." Zhou Yi whispered.

Rumbling...

As soon as he finished speaking, auras soared into the sky, surging from within the dormitory building.

"Fellow Daoist, I come to assist you."

"Zhou Yi, I’m here as well."

"And me..."

One by one, Primordial Spirits gathered, becoming the brightest spectacle of the night.

"Falling to Earth, we are brothers, need not be of the same kin. Let joy be as drinking wine with our neighbors..."

In a daze, the chanting voice rang again, coming from various voices, merging into a majestic unity.

"Falling to Earth, we are brothers, need not be of the same kin. Let joy be as drinking wine with our neighbors..."

At this moment, Zhou Yi’s Primordial Spirit expanded once more, like a towering mountain reaching the sky, grounded and growing. It spanned north and south, crossed east and west.

The individual Primordial Spirits seemed to become a part of this great mountain.

The mountain was piled high with stones, towering as if to rival the heavens.

"Qi Circulation, All Things Can Be Used!"

From atop the tall building, the concealed gaze sparkled with different hues, firmly watching the scenery on the square, watching the mountain-like Primordial Spirit.

"A peerless genius!"

Rumbling...

The Cang Mountain stood, gods paying respect, even the long-standing statue trembled, a wisp of incense smoke spiraling upwards, as if even time froze at this moment.

Beeps beep beep...

A horn blared on the highway; Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, looking out the car window.

At this time, he was on his way to Qin Ancient Town.

It was also the place where Zhang Fan was born. As a child, he heard Zhang Lingzong say that Qin Ancient Town was considered their ancestral home. Since their grandfather died, Zhang Lingzong left, only returning when Li Linglong gave birth to Zhang Fan.

"How did you fall asleep?" Ge Shuangxiu, driving, glanced sideways, speaking with deeper meaning: "Isn’t it said that those who have cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo hardly need sleep?"

With the spirit full, one doesn’t think of sleep. Normal people rarely sleep with full spirit and Qi, let alone Zhang Fan, who had cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?

Usually, at night, while others slept, he would practice diligently.

In other words, those cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo have almost double the practice time compared to others.

Such people are inherently suited for burning the midnight oil.

"Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept like this." Zhang Fan rubbed his eyes, involuntarily smiling.

In the past, he could only manage two to three hours of sleep using sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong, not necessarily needing to sleep, but it made him feel more grounded.

"I even had a dream." Zhang Fan mentioned casually.

"Who did you dream of?" Li Miaoyin’s voice came from the back seat.

Zhang Fan momentarily hesitated, looking out at the scenery swiftly retreating past the window, past events resurfacing in his mind.

"I dreamt of Zhou Yi!"