Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

The moment he sensed the approaching storm, Zhang Zhiwei's brow furrowed involuntarily.

Under normal circumstances, a typhoon would simply come and go.

But at this critical juncture, it can only be said that it came at the wrong time.

However, since he was already there, he had no choice but to deal with it seriously.

To avoid being ambushed by the gods of Japan while crossing the storm, Zhang Zhiwei had a thought and gathered the "Samadhi True Fire" flying all around him, forming an airtight blue-green flame barrier around himself, protecting himself within it.

The storm struck even faster and more violently than he had anticipated.

As soon as his barrier was set up, that invisible, chilling wind arrived!
"call!"

An invisible gust of cold wind suddenly blew up from the fontanelle on the top of Zhang Zhiwei's head!
This wind is not the wind from the southeast, northwest, or any other direction; it is not the gentle north wind, nor the wind blowing through the flowers, willows, pines, or bamboos. It is the Bi wind!

According to legend, this wind blows in through the fontanelle on the top of a person's head, directly into the six internal organs, through the dantian, and through the nine orifices, eventually causing the bones and flesh to disintegrate and the body to dissolve.

If it were an ordinary mortal, even a trace of it would immediately cause them to disintegrate and turn to ashes.

However, Zhang Zhiwei's life force was perfectly integrated, and his foundation was extremely solid. In addition, he was now in the divine state of "Master of the Heavenly Connection Sect," blessed by the wishes of countless believers. Therefore, the wind that came down could not immediately shake his foundation.

However, Zhang Zhiwei did not let his guard down. Having already survived the lightning and fire disasters of the three calamities, it would be no exaggeration to say that he was the person in the world who understood the "problems and dangers of the three calamities" the most.

Wind disasters are divided into internal wind disasters, minor wind disasters, and major wind disasters. Most cultivators who reach this stage face internal wind disasters, which is the gust of wind that Zhang Zhiwei just faced coming from above.

As for natural disasters like the Great Wind Disaster, ordinary people's cultivation level is simply insufficient, so naturally they wouldn't be able to participate.

But Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation level was simply too high.

If he is destined to face a calamity, he will inevitably encounter a great storm.

Coupled with the terrifying consequences of his going against the tide, this typhoon is destined to be quite horrific.

As Izanami had said, the heavens and earth seemed determined to do everything in their power to completely erase this "anomaly" that dared to defy the heavens.

Of course, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

Heaven and earth are the furnace, creation is the craftsman, yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper. This heaven and earth are a giant furnace. Cultivation is like refining elixir; the golden elixir must be refined with true fire, and the three calamities and nine tribulations are all forms of fire. The more one refines, the purer one becomes, and the more yang one's nature and life force become.

If you can get through this ordeal, the rewards will be considerable, and the road ahead will be smooth sailing, with ascension just around the corner.

Ascending to immortality is the lifelong pursuit of countless cultivators, and even someone as powerful as Zuo Ruotong is not immune to this desire.

But Zhang Zhiwei didn't care much about it. Whether he ascended to immortality or not was simply a matter of letting nature take its course.

If it works out, great; if not, forget it.

If ascending to immortality conflicts with what he is doing now, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

Just like what he's doing now, it's something that's extremely detrimental to cultivation. But he still did it.

Since it was something he was meant to do, he felt no regret even in the face of a major storm at this critical juncture. His heart was flawless and perfectly rounded; even the raging winds could not find the slightest opening in his soul.

However, although the wind disaster could not be overcome from within, it was still an internal wind disaster.

Its essence is the result of a practitioner's cultivation reaching a certain level, leading to mutual resonance and friction between themselves and the external world.

Therefore, when a wind disaster occurs within the body, an external wind disaster will follow suit, attacking from both inside and outside.

This is why the three calamities are so terrifying.

Feeling a reverse flow within his meridians and a gust of wind rising in his dantian, Zhang Zhiwei remained calm. His life force was one with his body, as steady as Mount Tai; this level of calamity was insufficient to shake the foundation of his being.

Ignoring the changes within his body, Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the inner space above him. That space, which had been burned to nothingness by the Samadhi True Fire, was now witnessing a terrifying storm gathering wildly.

The storm was so intensely concentrated that it formed a pitch-black, bottomless eye. Clearly, this was the legendary great storm! It hung overhead like the Sword of Damocles, ready to crash down at any moment.

"Should we... take the initiative to expose it?"

Because the earlier a calamity arrives, the less powerful it is; if it is allowed to continue to accumulate, its power will only become more and more terrifying.

However, Zhang Zhiwei did not do that. Even setting the issue openly, aside from the question of whether it would be effective or even bring them down beforehand, would put him at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, leaving a lingering sense of fear in their hearts.

Cultivating oneself involves cultivating the mind; if the mind is flawed, it creates an opportunity for calamity to strike.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei ignored the storm overhead and focused all his attention on himself.

Although the internal wind disaster had not yet harmed him, Zhang Zhiwei still paid it sufficient attention before he could fully understand it. He continued to cover every meridian and flesh of his body with golden light, guarding against it with utmost vigilance.

At this moment, the martial uncles outside could no longer see Zhang Zhiwei's situation. They could only see that the light screen on the altar was enveloped by a raging blue-green flame, and nothing else could be seen.

This made the senior disciples extremely anxious. Before this situation occurred, a group of the "Seven Generations of Gods" from Japan had appeared in the light screen. Clearly, this situation was inextricably linked to them.

The waters inside the scene are far too deep, full of unknown variables, but they are currently too busy to help each other.

High in the sky, the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals were engaged in a fierce battle with Tsukuyomi. They couldn't tell how the battle was going; all they could see was the bright moon hanging high in the sky, dark clouds overhead, and thunder rumbling. Uncle-Master Zhang Yi was also in a tough fight, occasionally issuing several decrees upwards.

"There shouldn't be any problems with Zhiwei, right?" Zhang Shoucheng asked worriedly.

"He set off the Samadhi True Fire himself, what problems could possibly arise?" Uncle Yi Qian forced a calm expression and said, "Instead of worrying about him, let's worry about whether we can handle Zhang Yi."

Meanwhile, inside the inner realm, Zhang Zhiwei's attention was focused more on internally cultivating the wind calamity, carefully experiencing the power and changes of the wind calamity within his body.

Of the three calamities, thunder is a calamity for "essence," fire is a calamity for "qi," and wind is a calamity for "spirit."

The three calamities of thunder, fire, and wind, when combined, can both destroy and forge a person's spirit and vitality. The prerequisite is that one can withstand them.

Of the five elements (vital energy, spirit, and essence), the "spirit" is undoubtedly the most difficult to cultivate and also the most fragile.

However, Zhang Zhiwei is an exception. His life and body are one, and his essence, energy, and spirit are already integrated. There is no situation where his "spirit" is weaker than his "essence" and "energy."

Moreover, because Zhang Zhiwei frequently uses the method of connecting the past and present with his consciousness to hone his subjectivity, his spirit is exceptionally strong and resilient.

This is why he didn't feel much pressure when the internal wind disaster struck.

Moreover, he is now using the Golden Light Mantra.

As a supreme technique for cultivating both body and mind, the Golden Light Mantra can naturally also protect one's life.

With the golden light protecting the body, even wind-related attacks targeting the soul are difficult to be effective.

After realizing that he was full of energy and seemingly unafraid of the internal cultivation calamity, Zhang Zhiwei made an extremely bold decision.

He withdrew the golden light protecting his body, but maintained the golden light on his skin to guard against the great storm that might descend from above. He didn't want to be caught off guard by a sudden attack from both inside and outside.

After the golden light within him was withdrawn and he faced the storm head-on, Zhang Zhiwei felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. This feeling did not originate from the surface of his body, but from the depths of his soul.

This is absolutely a dangerous operation. If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably have been blown away to pieces by now.

However, Zhang Zhiwei only felt a bit cold. This slight chill was insignificant to him.

Looking beyond appearances, Zhang Zhiwei saw the meaning behind this chill: the reason he felt cold was because he still had a flaw in his sexuality.

This flaw doesn't mean that there are any cracks or gaps in his life.

Rather, it means that his life was not resilient enough. Just as there are impurities in a piece of pig iron, there were also impurities in his life.

The wind from the storm, while harming his soul, also blows away its impurities. It's like forging pig iron—a tempering of life, a process of removing the dross and retaining the essence.

Since it's a process of tempering, the key is to find the right balance. You need to hammer out the impurities from your body, but you also need to avoid breaking or destroying yourself.

This is a technical job that cannot be taken lightly. Zhang Zhiwei originally wanted to try it slowly, but the typhoon did not give him that opportunity.

The instant he had this thought, a massive storm was brewing outside and descended upon him in an instant!
The combined attack from within and without has begun!

The terrifying storm completely enveloped Zhang Zhiwei's massive body, transforming it into a gigantic tornado connecting heaven and earth.

Every now and then, streaks of light would disappear into the tornado.

The twelve gods of the "Seven Generations of Gods" around them all watched this scene in shock. An indescribable sense of dread arose in their hearts. Even from a great distance, they felt unsteady on their feet and had a terrifying illusion that their souls were about to be blown away.

"Such a powerful calamity... he must be doomed, right?" Izanami murmured, looking at the towering tornado.

“Not necessarily.” Izanagi shook his head and said, “He is different from us. If it were us, we would naturally be doomed in the face of such a disaster. But he is alive and well, and his soul has a physical body to rely on, which will protect him from a large part of the damage. Therefore, the upper limit of what he can withstand is much higher than ours. At this moment, he should still be able to hold on. But he probably won’t last much longer.”

Upon hearing this, Izanami glared at him venomously, but didn't reply. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, she would have fought this heartless man to the death.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, caught between attack from both inside and outside, was indeed not having an easy time.

While the internal windstorm couldn't shake him, the situation changed after the great windstorm struck.

The pressure on him increased dramatically; his ears were filled with the howling of wind, as if countless vengeful ghosts were claiming his life. His divine body was rapidly dissipating, and large amounts of golden faith power were being blown away and stripped away. However, the very essence of his life remained intact.

The Heavenly Lord, born from the power of faith of countless believers in the Heavenly Tong Church, could not withstand this calamity. But Zhang Zhiwei, whose life had been tempered and perfected through countless trials, could withstand it!

His divine body was shrinking rapidly, but at the same time, wisps of grayish-black particles were being blown out of his life. These were the impurities within his life, or more precisely, the impurities within his "godhood".

The previous lightning and fire calamities had expelled the impurities from his "essence" and "qi" respectively; now, it was finally the turn of his "spirit."

However, this method is a double-edged sword. While removing impurities from the "god," it also causes significant damage to the "god" himself.

For others, such damage would be irreversible, and this method of tempering the spirit through disaster would be suicidal. But Zhang Zhiwei has various means to protect himself. Even if his life is damaged during this tempering process, he can make up for it with his "Dual-Handed Technique".

In the cultivation world, people love to talk about "protective methods." What are protective methods? This is what they mean!

While using the wind disaster to temper himself, Zhang Zhiwei also used the Dual-Hand Technique to repair himself. His body was sometimes occupied by the eerie light of the wind disaster, and sometimes enveloped by the red and blue light of the Dual-Hand Technique, as if he were repeatedly jumping between life and death.

The mental fortitude he gained during this period was not in vain. Even with the fierce winds and the heavens' intent to destroy him, he withstood them! What cannot destroy him only makes him stronger!

But at this moment, perhaps heaven and earth sensed this, and the already terrifying windstorm became even more turbulent.

Moreover, it seems that something else was added to this storm.

Suddenly, dense streams of black mist appeared, coalescing into a rushing black river that plunged into the storm formed by the typhoon.

The black mist that entered suddenly grew facial features and turned into a hideous, blood-stained demon, roaring as it pounced on Zhang Zhiwei!

Zhang Zhiwei looked over; he didn't recognize the demon. However, the demon was wearing a Japanese military uniform. It must have been one of the Japanese soldiers he had casually killed.

Strangely, the wind specifically designed to disperse spirits failed to scatter the evil spirit! It seemed completely unaffected by the wind, approaching Zhang Zhiwei at incredible speed before suddenly biting down hard on his leg! (End of Chapter)