Pure Yang!

Chapter 231 The Secret of the Golden Treasure Box! A Hundred Years of Time is a Foot Longer
The light and shadow are like fog and lightning, vanishing into nothing.

Zhang Fan's soul woke up from the depths of his inner world, as if struggling out from the vast waves, covered with endless fatigue and exhaustion.

Every time Zhang Fan’s soul roamed through the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist Primordial Master, it was an extremely terrifying tempering and oppression.

Even he didn't dare to stay too long.

"Human figure..."

"Chu Chaoran actually had such an experience when he was young? Did he promise the Three Corpses Taoist?"

Questions popped up in Zhang Fan's mind like bubbles.

If Chu Chaoran had really agreed to the Three Corpses Taoist back then, it would have been earth-shattering and he would have been considered the most powerful person in history.

However, even if such news were to spread, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Just imagine, the number one person in Taoism today, Master Chu, who is known for being in the realm of pure yang and infinity, has actually served as the ancestor of the Three Corpses Taoist and the number one protector of the law.

This kind of nonsense is too crazy, it is simply a fairy tale.

Moreover, if Chu Chaoran really became a human, how could he fight with the Three Corpses Taoist on the top of Mount Dongyue and face off against each other in a life-and-death battle? ?
“The Thirteen Zodiac Signs are the guardians of the Wuwei Sect’s leader. The Thirteen Zodiac Signs of each era are to ensure the birth of the Wuwei Sect…” Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

In this case, if his mother is really a descendant of the previous generation, then can it be said that she also has someone to protect her?

However, before that person could truly rise to power and inherit the throne of the Wuwei Sect's leader, Li Linglong had already been rebelled against by the Thirteen Zodiac Animals and died.

"Who is the person my mother is protecting?" Zhang Fan murmured softly.

Ten years ago, at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Lingzong reopened Longhu Mountain.

This is just an opportunity.

Perhaps, the origin of the thirteen zodiac animals' rebelliousness is related to Li Linglong's protector.

After all, this concerns the position of the leader of Wuwei Sect.

Just like the Taoist Sanshi back then, before he could firmly sit on the throne, there were rivers of blood and endless battles.

"so tired."

Zhang Fan's soul became heavier and heavier, and he staggered back to his body. In an instant, endless fatigue surged over him like a tide.

Zhang Fan's body could no longer support itself, and he suddenly tilted and fell onto the bed.

At this moment, the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] on his legs slipped off the bed and fell directly to the ground.

pat...

Suddenly, the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] was knocked open, and a violent "rumbling" vibration woke Zhang Fan up.

Golden light shot up into the sky, instantly illuminating the dim room.

"Oops!"

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat, as he had seen the power of the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box].

Back then, in the [Prison Immortal Temple] in Dongshan Province, this treasure weakened Li Changgeng's strength a lot. Zhang Beijiang's arms were almost melted by the golden light in the treasure box. Even a strong person like Jiang Lai could hardly bear it.

At this moment, he was not paying attention and the treasure box fell to the ground, releasing the golden light.

"Ruined."

There seemed to be a voice in Zhang Fan's heart exclaiming.

Rumble…

The golden light shot up into the sky, and before it touched the roof, it turned and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

The next moment, a golden stream of light swooped down towards the spiritual platform between Zhang Fan’s eyebrows and directly penetrated into his body.

"Um!?"

The reality of the head exploding did not occur as expected. The golden light passed through Zhang Fan's eyebrows and actually merged into his soul. To be precise, it was attracted by his soul.

Suddenly, a warm feeling spread throughout Zhang Fan's body, just like bathing in the afternoon sun. The golden light illuminated every pore, from the inside out, seeping into his flesh and skin.

His soul emitted boundless golden light, radiating to his limbs and bones. The meridians, blood vessels, and even nerves in his body seemed to become clearly visible.

At this moment, his soul seemed to have undergone an extremely incredible change.

"This golden light is..."

"A thought!?"

Zhang Fan was shocked, as he actually understood the secret of the golden light in the Jinxia Treasure Box.

Thoughts are the most wonderful power in the world, and are also the disaster that practitioners fear the most.

The gods eat incense because incense contains the purest thoughts of all living beings.

Every time a thought arises, it has a cause and effect, and it occurs in all imaginable and unimaginable forms.

The stronger the individual, the greater the influence and power of the thoughts.

Even if one has reached the level of Heavenly Master, one's cultivation may regress and he may become a mortal due to a single thought.

Therefore, in Buddhism, it is also said that one thought can make one a Buddha, and one thought can make one a devil.

At the beginning, Chu Chaoran trapped Mr. Nian, the deputy leader of Wuwei Sect, in Luohuang Mountain for more than ten years with just a thought.

"What is hidden in the Golden Cloud Treasure Box is actually a thought? Whose thought is this?" Zhang Fan's heart seemed to be surging with a storm.

Enshrouded in golden light, his soul seemed to be charging. He felt warm and numb, and waves transformed his soul from the outside to the inside.

"Back then, the Taoist Sanshi was able to master the Three Corpses Illuminating Life Technique because he comprehended the secret of the Golden Cloud Treasure Box!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt that his soul had made up for the most critical part. He was constantly transforming and sublimating.

I wonder who left such an incredible idea.

However, for others, the thought in the Golden Cloud Treasure Box is a catastrophe and a disaster.

But for Zhang Fan, it is a great medicine for spiritual practice.

Perhaps it was because of some mysterious connection that he and this thought had a special affinity.

Or maybe, he was practicing the [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons] among the nine inner alchemy methods.

You must know that in the mortal world, apart from the illusory clay statues that can feed on the thoughts in the incense, only the "Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons", which is known as the most evil in the world, can use thoughts as medicine.

"So this is the secret of the Golden Cloud Treasure Box. Beyond life and death, there is only one thought..." Zhang Fan suddenly realized.

If he had known this earlier, he would have opened the treasure box and comprehended the mystery of the golden thought inside.

Rumble…

The golden light filled the entire room. Zhang Fan's body allowed the golden light to continuously pass through it. His muscles became crystal clear, and his internal organs, even his tendons and blood vessels, were all clearly visible.

At the center of the eyebrows, a shadow was dancing vigorously. It was actually glowing under the influence of the golden light, blending seamlessly with the golden light and gradually becoming one.

Rumble…

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul seemed to become incomparably vast, breaking through the constraints of the flesh, rising into the sky with great glory, and rising off the ground with infinite light, and the laws of Tao are impermanent.

The primordial light shines everywhere, and the immortal being ascends to heaven.

Suddenly, Zhang Beizang, who had been guarding nearby, was illuminated by the light of Zhang Fan's soul. A gleam of brilliance appeared in his deep eyes, as if he had been enlightened.

He looked at the constantly changing Zhang Fan, and with a slight movement of his lips, he uttered four words mechanically:
"The realm of the great master!"

……

Desperate situation in southern Yunnan.

Ailao Mountains.

The bonfire flickered, illuminating the green forest.

In front of an ancient cave, white bones piled up into a small hill. A faint fire flickered in the cave, and two lanterns rotated in the lacquer cave like eyeballs.

"Zhang Lingzong, you are the only one left in the Southern Zhang lineage. There are only a few big cats and small cats. Why bother to provoke the big enemy? Just find a place to wait for death."

At this moment, a sinister laugh came from the cave, with a hint of ridicule.

"Old man, I give you face."

Next to him, Xiong Sanqi couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted loudly, trying to rush into the cave, but was stopped by Zhang Lingzong.

"Stupid thing, if he wasn't here, I would go out and eat you right now and make you crazy."

A sinister laugh came from the cave.

"Old mountain cat, you still owe me a favor." Zhang Lingzong said lightly.

"I'm a demon, not a human. Since you owe me a favor, why are you looking for me?"

Inside the cave, the two eye-like lanterns jumped violently.

"So, you're not going to accept my toast and you're going to drink as a punishment." Zhang Lingzong's face turned cold and he finally lost his last bit of patience.

"Ah!" At this moment, a sigh came from the cave, and the tone instantly softened.

"If it was something else, I could certainly repay you for this favor, but you asked me to accompany you to find the big black dog of Wuwei Sect..."

"Isn't this crazy?"

"Don't you know that the big black dog is the best among the monsters, the best in the mountains and seas... When the Taoist Sanshi was still around, he still had some restraint, but now..."

“It’s lawless!”

A helpless sigh was heard in the cave, along with some not-so-good emotions, as if the name had brought back some dusty past.

"My half tail is still in his stomach."

"Giving you face is an invitation. If I don't give you face, then I..."

Zhang Lingzong snorted coldly and took a step forward. However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly stopped and turned to look in that direction.

The vast sky is full of shining stars.

Zhang Lingzong's eyes trembled slightly, his brows slowly frowned, and he looked solemn.

"Boss Zong, what's wrong?" Xiong Sanqi sensed something was wrong and hurried forward to ask.

"The primordial light floats in the air, and the sky cannot cover it..."

“He’s going to be one with God!”

……

Jiangbei Province, Zhenwu Mountain.

The moon is at its zenith, and the stars are shining brightly.

The lights in the ancient Qingwei Palace had long been turned off, and only in the Chunyang Hall was there still a light on.

Rumble…

At this moment, the ancient temple door slowly opened, and an old Taoist priest who looked like a farmer walked out leisurely from the temple wearing slippers and pajamas with cartoon patterns.

"Master, it's so late, why are you up?"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest who was on guard all night stood up and stepped forward to greet him.

"I had a dream, and I couldn't sleep anymore."

"Dream?" Pojie was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face.

Dreams are illusions that are a result of intense interweaving of thoughts.

Chu Chaoran is in the realm of pure yang and infinity, without any thoughts. How could such a being dream?
"I've been feeling restless lately, and I keep thinking about past events. As we get older, we always like to think about things in the past." Chu Chaoran saw what Taoist Pojie was thinking and smiled slightly.

"Master's past must have been extremely exciting." Taoist Priest Pojie couldn't help but say.

Being able to grow from a little Taoist boy in Zhenwu Mountain to the number one person in the world in the Pure Yang Wuji realm, just thinking about the process of this rise, you can tell that it is not an ordinary life.

"The past...that was a hundred years ago." Chu Chaoran sighed softly.

He raised his hand and brushed it away, letting go of the Taoist priest who had broken his precepts to support him.

"Broken precepts, you go and have a rest, I will walk around as I please."

"Master, it's so late..." Taoist Priest Pojie hesitated.

"I grew up on Zhenwu Mountain and am much more familiar with every tree and blade of grass here than you are. Go ahead." Chu Chaoran said with a smile.

"Yes, master."

The Taoist priest who broke the precepts bowed and slowly retreated.

Chu Chaoran looked at the receding figure of Taoist Priest Pojie, and took advantage of the night and the moonlight to walk into the back mountain.

Ancient trees form a forest, and the cold pond has ripples.

Under the moonlight, an old turtle slowly crawled out of the water. The silvery moonlight splashed on its back, like flowing mercury, shining brightly.

There are countless monsters and ghosts in the world. Among the monsters that are over 300 years old, except for those in the most remote places in the mountains and seas, the only ones left now are the ape in Laojun Mountain, the white crane in Baihe Temple, the old turtle in Zhenwu Mountain, etc.

Roar……

At this moment, the old turtle let out a low roar, which sounded like the roar of a tiger or a dragon, shaking the mountains and forests and causing hundreds of birds to fly away.

"It's late at night, and others need to rest!"

Chu Chaoran raised his hand and pressed it lightly, then sat down on the bluestone that had turned into the cold pond, looking at the old turtle.

"Why do you think of coming to see me so late at night and why aren't you sleeping?" The old turtle shook his head and said in a muffled voice.

"I'm old and sleep less, so I just want to find someone... It doesn't matter if it's not a human, to talk to." Chu Chaoran said lightly.

"Your mouth is exactly the same as when you were a child..."

The old turtle took a deep look at Chu Chaoran and couldn't help but sighed: "I remember the first time you came to this cold pond in the back mountain, you were still a little kid of five or six years old..."

"Now, a hundred years have passed in a flash, and you have become the world's number one master, and have comprehended the Pure Yang Infinite Realm..."

"It's really fate that plays tricks on us."

"A hundred years... Has a hundred years passed?" Chu Chaoran murmured softly.

In a hundred years, many people and many things are gone.

"I heard that the big black dog has come down the mountain. Maybe it will come to Zhenwu Mountain." Chu Chaoran changed the subject.

"King of Disgust!?"

The old turtle raised his head and looked at Chu Chaoran, saying meaningfully: "If you are here, will he come?"

"Old friends fade away, and some people will never meet again."

“Yes, old friends have passed away. A hundred years seems long, but in fact, it is just a blink of an eye.” Chu Chaoran said leisurely.

A hundred years of time is only a foot long, and only dreams are the land of drunkenness.

Many people and many things can only be seen again in dreams.

"You are not right today. Pure Yang is infinite and follows the natural way. Your emotions seem unnatural."

The old turtle raised his head and looked at Chu Chaoran, speaking meaningfully.

"The realm of Chunyang is actually not that high... It's natural for me to be whatever I am." Chu Chaoran grinned.

"..."

"Can you walk?" The old turtle rolled his eyes.

"When I die, there will be no one to chat with you if you want to."

"Will you die?" The old turtle was silent for a moment, then asked, "If you die, will you take all those secrets into the coffin?"

"What do you want to ask?" Chu Chaoran chuckled.

"A great calamity for the Taoist sect!" The old turtle's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask.

Eighty years ago, the Taoist sect suffered a great catastrophe. This is a well-known public case. Be it the Taoist sect, Wuwei, or the monsters and ghosts of the mountains and seas, none of them have been able to escape the influence of this catastrophe until now.

However, Chu Chaoran was the only one who survived on Mount Longhu that year.

Over the years, he remained silent and never mentioned the disaster.

"actually……"

At this moment, Chu Chaoran spoke.

The old turtle's eyes lit up and he held his head high, as if afraid of missing even the slightest bit.

"Back then, I was not the only one who survived on Longhu Mountain..." Chu Chaoran said dimly.

"Not just you?" The old turtle trembled all over.

"That year, there were five people on Mount Longhu!"

"Five people?" the old turtle said in a trembling voice.

"You have seen three of them." Chu Chaoran said lightly.

"You, Taoist Sanshi... who else?"

The old turtle asked.

"Not long ago, she was still in the mountains..."

“You mean…” The old turtle’s eyes trembled.

"That little girl..."

"Jiang Lai!!"

(End of this chapter)