Pure Yang!

Chapter 372 Seize the Three Corpses and Prove the Supreme! Chongyang Zhenren
Deep in the darkness, heavy shackles are locked tightly, the sky is dark and dim, and one questions the impermanence of life and death.

"All things are born, and eventually die. Anyone who can escape any of them is the true king of life and death..."

The heavy shackles shook violently, making a rumbling sound, like the battle between yin and yang and the thunder in the sky beating like drums.

"A is born and Gui dies. How many people have ever been able to understand the secret of life and death?"

The mysterious and cold voice echoed in Zhang Fan's inner soul, and the huge shadow seemed to be struggling in the boundless river and sea.

"You want to dye your nails and die? Your ambition is bigger than the sky."

The Sanshi Yuandan who claimed to be just a memory actually trembled in his voice at this moment, revealing a hint of excitement that only belongs to humans.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Zhang Fan's soul said in a deep voice.

Independent of Zhang Lingzong, he cultivated the [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons] and became one of the only two people in the world who had mastered the supreme inner alchemy method. He was already an exception.

In addition, he also practiced half of the [Three Corpses Illuminating Life], which was almost equivalent to practicing one and a half of the supreme inner alchemy method.

In this way, he encountered many disasters along the way, which gave rise to the Three Corpse Disasters and sowed the seeds of great disaster in the future.

In such a situation, how could Zhang Fan possibly get involved in the third supreme inner alchemy method? Any normal person would not have such a delusional thought.

"Back then, Master Chongyang entered the Tomb of the Living Dead and practiced [Jia Sheng Gui Si]. From then on, that place became the holy realm of this method." Zhang Fan's soul said.

"I want to know where the Tomb of the Living Dead is. You have the memory of the Three Corpses Taoist, so you should know."

The Taoist Sanshi is the best in the world, so his knowledge is naturally the best in the world as well.

Zhang Fan believed that Taoist Sanshi should also have done in-depth research on the other eight inner alchemy methods.

The so-called cultivation of Taoism is to explore the mysteries of all things.

"Don't let me find it myself." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Wandering in the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist is too dangerous and too random, and he may not be able to find useful clues.

"I do not know."

The mysterious and disembodied voice sounded again.

"Don't know?" Zhang Fan frowned.

"I don't know, but you know!" replied the mysterious and disembodied voice.

"I know? How would I know!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment and his expression became strange.

"All things return to one, and only the primordial spirit possesses them from the beginning to the end..." The mysterious and empty voice echoed in the inner world of the primordial spirit.

All things in the universe are born from that "One", from the "Tao", and its manifestation is the primordial spirit, which descends into the mortal world, runs through everything, and finally returns to the "One", to the Tao.

In other words, everyone has a primordial spirit before they die, and only a primordial spirit after they die.

To a certain extent, the souls of all beings are of the same origin and all things are interconnected.

"It stands to reason that there is a method that can illuminate the world even in the dark night and penetrate all the souls."

"The Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!?" Zhang Fan's eyebrows twitched and he blurted out.

"Your understanding and application of the [Divine and Demonic Fetus] is still very superficial!"

"That is the supreme method to start the first calamity of cultivation, comprehend the secrets of the innate, understand the mysteries of the primordial spirit, and cultivate the holy fetus of gods and demons..."

"When this method is fully mastered, it can connect all the souls in the world." The mysterious and illusory voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears.

At this moment, the voice became icy cold.

"If you take one more step, you will be able to seize the three corpses and attain the Supreme..."

"You..." Zhang Fan's eyebrows twitched.

How could he not understand the meaning of that mysterious and disembodied voice?

Once the Divine and Demonic Holy Embryo is truly cultivated, it can connect to all the Primordial Spirits in the world. And every person's Primordial Spirit contains all the three corpses of the innate nature, which means...

"Do you think this is the true way to become an immortal?" The mysterious and illusory voice was filled with deep temptation.

“Is it amazing?”

"The Divine and Demonic Holy Embryo corresponds to the initial calamity of cultivation, and the Three Corpses Guarding Life corresponds to the final calamity of cultivation. The combination of the two is so compatible. Perhaps this is how these two great inner alchemy methods are used..."

"That might be the correct path to becoming an immortal. Don't you want to try it?"

The mysterious and illusory voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, and his soul became hazy.

"You are indeed dangerous."

In a moment, Zhang Fan woke up and looked vigilantly at the huge shadow that was constantly squirming and struggling.

"As expected, you have cultivated the divine and devil fetus. Your Tao heart is no longer the same as before."

The heavy chains kept colliding, and the deafening sound echoed in the soul's inner scene.

"You mean, the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons can help me find what I want?" Zhang Fan said after a moment of hesitation.

"You underestimate this inner alchemy method."

"The so-called Tao is not just for fighting, the principles of all things are hidden in it."

"What should we do?" Zhang Fan asked.

"You know, all the ascetics in the world know that the key is in your hands, but people in the world are ignorant and don't know how to open the door."

The mysterious and empty sound suddenly rose like a tide, vast and mighty.

"One word, quiet!"

"Jing!?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

Back then in Zhenwu Mountain, when his soul was still in the dark, Chu Chaoran once said that the secret of cultivation was hidden in this word.

“All things return to their roots. Returning to the roots is called tranquility. This is called returning to destiny.” A mysterious voice resounded.

All things are created by nature. If you want to trace back to the origin and see the essence of the Tao, you must look for it in silence.

This secret has been passed down by the ancestors long ago.

"When you have no thoughts, your consciousness is extinguished, and you are in the ultimate state of emptiness and tranquility, you will be able to see things that are invisible to the naked eye, such as the primordial spirit, spirits, monsters, and demons... these things hidden in the deepest part of the mortal world will manifest one by one."

"But this is not enough. If you can go one step further and be extremely quiet in the void, perhaps you will be able to see more, much more... things like paradise, the past, the future, and even the gods and saints..."

The sound of heavy chains was still colliding, and there seemed to be lightning and thunder in the interior.

“This world is like a rice dumpling. You think you have seen the truth, but in fact, if you peel off one layer, there may be another layer…”

"Only when you attain the Infinite Pure Yang can you see the end, the end!"

"The most holy god?" Zhang Fan said in a trance.

He thought that he had entered the realm of a great bodhisattva and had a thorough understanding of Taoist practice. However, in front of the memories of the Taoist Sanshi, he still seemed as immature as a rookie.

"There are gods above our heads. Perhaps the gods are right beside us, but we can't see them. Even if our souls are awakened, it is difficult to see them."

The idea of ​​mysterious and illusory sounds was refreshing to Zhang Fan.

"Of course, not everything you see is true. As long as you are in this world, what is true is false, what is false is true... who can tell? It's just the scenery along the way."

"To return to one's roots is to be quiet. This is called returning to one's destiny..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

The simplest thing in the world is silence, but the hardest thing in the world is also silence.

"How to do it?"

Zhang Fan fell into deep doubt. He could no longer think and his spirit returned. In his opinion, he had already reached the ultimate state of emptiness and tranquility. How could he be any quieter?
"I can help you……"

Suddenly, the mysterious and ethereal voice resounded again, accompanied by the vibration of heavy chains. Then, chains turned into black shadows and emerged from the deepest part of the inner scene, like a dancing dragon, entangling Zhang Fan's soul. Buzz...

In an instant, Zhang Fan's soul was dragged into endless darkness. His soul became extremely heavy, as if it had fallen into an endless ocean.

The suffocating feeling of oppression was even more desperate and profound than falling into the dark night. Looking up, Zhang Fan seemed to see the huge shadow right in front of him. It was so huge that it seemed to merge with the endless abyss and ocean.

Dawn and dusk have fallen, and all feelings are gone.

In the endless chaos, Zhang Fan's soul seemed extremely small. He seemed to have become a part of this place, forgetting his body, forgetting his cultivation, forgetting the purpose of this trip, and even forgetting his soul...

Everything was quiet, the world was silent. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

With just this one breath, he seemed to go from life to death, and then from death to life again.

"I'm out? My soul has left my body?"

Zhang Fan was in a trance. The experience he just had was so wonderful. He had never experienced such silence before. Thousands of mysteries came alive between these breaths.

"The gods are in harmony with each other, and the breath returns to the heavens. The mysterious secret is only between one breath and another..."

Zhang Fan murmured softly, taking in the various changes that had just taken place.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, he looked up, and saw his soul floating in the air.

"Why is it dark?"

Zhang Fan was in a trance. It was only a moment since he entered the inner world of his soul. It was clearly still broad daylight, but now it was already dark. Looking up, there were no stars in the sky. The moon was like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

In the dark night, Zhang Fan's soul was like a bright lamp, illuminating the darkness. Wherever the light reached, there was still the rolling Zhongnan Mountains.

"Um!?"

He leaned over and saw that the mountains below him were surging like waves. At first glance, it seemed as if he was on a river.

"what's the situation?"

Zhang Fan frowned and looked into the distance. He didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly saw a high mountain blocking his way.

That mountain is taller than Taiyi Peak, the main peak of Mount Zhongnan. It reaches into the clouds and there is almost no end in sight.

"Isn't this Mount Zhongnan?"

Zhang Fan looked thoughtful, his soul rose up and flew towards the mountain. After an unknown amount of time, the mountain was getting closer and closer, but also getting smaller and smaller. When it got closer, it turned into a wisp of dust and disappeared.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Fan stood still, looking at himself, wondering if there was something wrong with his soul.

hum...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan caught a glimpse of a tiny light flashing in the far distance, as thin as dust. It was particularly dazzling in the dark night among the undulating mountains.

Zhang Fan's soul leaped up and flew following the faint light. As he got closer and closer, the faint light turned into a small hill and appeared in front of him.

Zhang Fan's soul landed on the hill and saw a peach tree with peach blossoms in full bloom.

"What beautiful peach blossoms."

Zhang Fan looked from afar and felt that the peach tree in full bloom was particularly eye-catching in the dark night, like a blooming brilliance, so dazzling that he could not move away.

Click... click...

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly rang out, attracting Zhang Fan's attention.

Zhang Fan looked down and discovered that there was a figure under the peach tree. He was thin, with a Taoist bun on his head, a peach blossom inserted in his hair, and a scarf wrapped around his waist. He was waving a hoe and turning over the soil.

"Someone..."

Seeing this, Zhang Fan hurried over.

"Uncle...Uncle..." Zhang Fan walked closer and called out twice.

The man didn't even raise his head, he just kept hoeing the ground.

"Uncle, where is this place? What are you doing?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Dig a grave!" the man whispered without turning his head. His voice was very strange. I didn't make any impression on it, but it echoed in my mind and wouldn't go away for a long time.

"Digging graves? Who died?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"The world is full of dead people, can't you see?" the man whispered.

"Are they all dead?"

Zhang Fan looked at the strange man in front of him with a strange expression. There was an ancient sword on the ground next to him, and a jade pendant was inlaid on the sword.

"Why are they all dead?" Zhang Fan muttered.

"Can't you see?"

"People only look forward to the day, not the night; they only know life, not death... This world is full of dead people, so of course we have to dig a grave and bury them all..."

As he spoke, the man straightened up, slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan, are you going to live or die?"

Just these one word was like a thunder, awakening the deaf.

hum...

In an instant, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a dream. He looked around and found himself still in the room of Taiyi Temple.

At this moment, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, unreal.

"My soul has broken through!?"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows twitched violently, and behind his soul, a ninth level of primordial light split and rose.

The ninth level of Bodhisattva!
At this moment, he actually broke through the realm, finally cultivated the Nine-fold Primordial Light, and stepped into the highest realm of the Great Master.

Hearing the noise, Meng Qiwu and Zhang Beijiang pushed the door and walked in.

"What's wrong?" Meng Qiwu stepped forward and asked.

"It's okay." Zhang Fan shook his head: "How long have I been in seclusion?"

"Seven minutes."

"Seven minutes? I've only been in seclusion for seven minutes?" Zhang Fan said in a daze. He felt that everything that had just happened was so unreal, as if he had been away for a day and a night.

"Are there any clues?" Meng Qiwu asked.

"Where in Mount Zhongnan are the peach trees blooming particularly brightly?" Zhang Fan's heart moved and he suddenly asked.

"Peach tree!?" Meng Qiwu was stunned for a moment, then said: "Of course it is Luoying Mountain..."

"It is said that the founder of Chongyang once planted a peach tree on that mountain. From then on, every spring, the peach blossoms would bloom in full bloom, which was extraordinary."

"The flowers bloom and fade, and Luoying Mountain got its name from then on."

"Luoying Mountain!?"

"In his later years, Patriarch Chongyang often climbed this mountain, picked peach blossoms, put them in his hair, and admired the Zhongnan Mountains." Meng Qiwu whispered in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed and were attracted by a painting hanging on the south wall of the room.

The painting was of the image of Patriarch Chongyang. He was dressed in a Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, with a peach blossom on his head and a long sword in his hand. A jade pendant was inlaid on the scabbard, which made him particularly eye-catching.

"Master Chongyang, Tomb of the Living Dead!?"

Zhang Fan looked at the portrait with his eyes wide open and his expression became extremely interesting.

(End of this chapter)