Loan Wusheng

Zheng Jun stood at the edge of this shattered world, the bronze fragment in his hand gleaming with a faint blue light. He stared at the distorted void before him, where chaotic energy surged incessantly.

"This place is indeed an excellent place to repay the 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Image."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zheng Jun retrieved the Blazing Sun Essence Gold and the Weak Water of Space from the 'Square Inch Mountain'.

The two rare and precious materials interacted with each other in the air, causing the void to tremble and the already unstable spatial rift to begin to collapse violently, forming a chaotic vortex with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

The center of the vortex was pitch black, but the edges were shimmering with iridescent light.

Zheng Jun could clearly sense that the spatial laws contained within were tearing everything around them apart.

"Whoo~"

After taking a deep breath, Zheng Jun jumped into the vortex without hesitation. In an instant, Zheng Jun felt as if his body was being cut by thousands of sharp blades. Even with his current pseudo-'Half-Step Dao Master' level, his skin began to be covered with bloodstains.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jun was speechless.

Even with his strength, he still managed to leave streaks of blood when he entered this chaotic vortex.

If a Yuan Dan Martial Saint wanted to condense this 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Image, wouldn't he have to be torn to pieces, like being slowly sliced ​​to death?
Thinking of this, Zheng Jun also realized how difficult it was for ordinary Yuan Dan cultivators to break through to the Dharma Aspect stage.

When I left the Jambudvipa, I knew that Cai Kang had made preparations to break through to the Dharma Aspect stage, but I didn't know how he was doing.

Zheng Jun shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about these things and instead sat cross-legged, preparing to slowly repay the advance payment conditions of this Dharma image.

After Zheng Jun sat down cross-legged, seven Dharma images manifested behind him. In particular, the newly acquired 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma image shone brightly with silver light, and its glass-like body actively absorbed the violent spatial power around it.

Those silvery-white spatial cracks clung to the Dharma image as if they were living things, outlining a more complex spatial Dao rhythm within it.

However, since we're just idling around here anyway, we might as well use our divine sense to scan this world and see what other creatures exist besides the void creatures.

Or rather, beings capable of cultivation.

For example, the human race.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun separated a wisp of his divine soul and began searching along this shattered land.

Zheng Jun, who was pretending to be a 'half-step Dao Lord', was incredibly unrestrained in his search of the divine sense of this wisp of his soul.

It seems that they wanted to summarize all living beings.

Putting aside the fact that this is also a way to unite the 'Dao Lord', just considering his own future, he also wants to restore this broken world.

……

A year later, the chaotic vortex suddenly came to a standstill.

Immediately following was a deafening explosion, and the entire shattered void was swallowed by silvery light.

As the light faded, Zheng Jun's figure reappeared. He was surrounded by tangible spatial ripples, and his every move could cause the void to tremble.

"It's done."

Zheng Jun looked with satisfaction at the flowing gilded characters in front of him.

The 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Image has been fully repaid.

At this moment, the Dharma form has been completely stabilized. Even more surprisingly, due to the use of the origin of this world, the power of the Dharma form is three times stronger than expected.

Zheng Jun looked at the bronze fragment in his hand and noticed that the surface patterns had been repaired somewhat.

"This is an unexpected bonus."

Zheng Jun smiled slightly and let out a long breath.

The repayment of the 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Image is not difficult, since it can be completed within a few years given that I already possess the 'Tai Xu Hen' Dharma Image.

Just like the 'Lord of the World' Dharma Image, once I possess the 'Lord of the World' Dharma Image, bullying those Yuan Dan Martial Saints will be a piece of cake.

Now that it's finished, it's time to go and see what's going on in this world.

There are living beings in this world, but most of them are special races, and there are very few pure humans. The total number of humans in the entire world is only about one million, making this vast land sparsely populated.

Besides these, there are quite a few other humanoid groups.

Most of them were creatures that Zheng Jun felt were somewhat ambiguous.

for example……

A vampire who lives in darkness, feeds on blood, and is active at night.

A werewolf who appears harmless on ordinary days, but goes berserk on the night of a full moon.

Dark elves are derived from elves, with dark skin and wings on their backs.

They also live together, along with a host of other strange creatures such as ugly goblins.

As for skeletons and undead, they are countless.

Under these circumstances, even if Zheng Junrao wanted to make changes, it would still take some time to carry out the changes.

Now, only the last three statues are missing.

Which deity is more suitable to repay here?

Zheng Jun stood in the void, pondered for a moment, and then made a decision.

'Kunlun Soul', please.

The so-called 'Kunlun' is a sacred mountain in the world, but in the Dharma realm, it is just a name.

The way the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma form is condensed is extremely similar to the way the 'Earthly Soil' Dharma form of the Turtle Fisherman is condensed. Both require drawing a line in the ground and remaining stationary in a certain location to ensure the safety of that area.

The only difference is that the turtle fisherman is to maintain civilization and protect the creatures within it, while the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma Image is to support a mountain and make it famous and become a sacred mountain.

In the mortal realm, Zheng Jun could do this with ease as well.

After all, as the emperor, Zheng Jun only needed to choose any mountain and then launch a publicity campaign.

There's no need for any publicity; as long as Zheng Jun's temple stands there, that mountain is a sacred mountain.

But Zheng Jun still had some concerns.

Faced with this situation, Zheng Jun would naturally have chosen to repay the debt in the Yama Realm without hesitation.

But things are different now.

He already possessed seven Dharma forms, and had just gone to the Luo Tian Realm to kill the Golden Palace Supreme of the Luo Tian Realm, falsely claiming the strength of a 'half-step Dao Lord'.

Such strength is enough to make the 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao' of the Xuanhuang Realm feel wary.

Although all the troublemakers within the Yanfu Realm have been eliminated, if the Xuanqiong Yuxiao True Monarch really wanted to, he could easily launch a sneak attack on him.

Therefore, to avoid being ambushed by 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao', Zheng Jun felt that he was safer in this lost world.

Although, this world has no boundaries.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao's consciousness is loose, so even if the 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao' descends to this world, it won't be so easy for him to find himself.

This is also why Zheng Jun chose this realm.

Furthermore, even if the 'True Lord Xuanqiong Yuxiao' discovers him, he can still pretend to be a 'Half-Step Dao Lord' here, so he naturally has some confidence.

After taking a deep breath, the gilded characters in front of Zheng Jun flashed again.

[Is it possible to pre-borrow the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma form? Because it is a borrowed future result...]

"Advance payment".

[Advance payment successful!]

As the gilded characters "Advance payment successful" appeared, Zheng Jun suddenly felt a mountain-like heaviness beneath his feet, as if the entire earth had merged with him.

Zheng Jun stood in the void where chaos had just been quelled. The heavy feeling of the mountains beneath his feet made him slightly bend his knees to adjust. He raised his eyes to look at this broken world, and his divine sense spread out for thousands of miles like a tide.

Now everything is ready; the next step is to find a mountain range to serve as our 'sacred mountain'.

Thirty thousand miles to the northwest, there is a mountain range that undulates like a dragon's spine, among which a reddish-brown solitary peak stands out.

The summit was shrouded in eternal night-like black clouds, while the mountainside was entwined with silvery-white spatial turbulence, resembling a natural barrier.

"It looks quite impressive, with not only towering mountains but also some scattered elements of the world's origin."

Zheng Jun chuckled and decided to make this place his 'Holy Mountain Dojo'. The next moment, he stepped through the air and descended upon the mountain.

The moment Zheng Jun stepped onto the mountain peak, the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma form unfolded with a roar.

A phantom image of a crystal-clear mountain rose from behind him, gradually overlapping with the actual mountain peak.

These mountains are home to many creatures.

The area is predominantly inhabited by werewolves, with few vampires, but there are still a few hundred thousand scattered humans living there.

This mountain range isolates a small region, which is completely different from the rest of the land because its origin has not completely dissipated. The development of civilization depends entirely on this place.

This region is dominated by werewolves, whose tribes number in the hundreds of thousands. They call this land 'Volcania', and the werewolf king who rules this region is known as 'King of Volcania'.

Vampires are rare, so there's no need to elaborate.

Tens of thousands of humans also live in this area, but compared to werewolves, humans are far too weak, and can even be said to be bullied by werewolves. The human race cannot even elect a king.

Zheng Jun had already made preparations upon seeing this situation.

He wants to use human hands to spread the fame of this mountain far and wide!
The main reason for choosing humans is that werewolves have too many drawbacks. Although they are mostly about killing, their culture is backward and not easy to spread.

Humans are more worthy of Zheng Jun's trust.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun looked around the entire area and immediately thought to himself, "Since that's the case, let's find a starting point."

Soon, Zheng Jun's gaze settled on a plain.

A human village... or rather a city-state, is being ravaged by werewolves.

……

The plains near the ash peaks are known to humans as the 'ash plains'. Because the ash peaks shield the cold air, the land here is fertile, the forests are dense, and it is suitable for farming, making it a paradise for humankind.

One after another, round yurts stood in the plain, clustered together to form a city without walls, where people lived in peace and prosperity.

However, at this moment, a thousand werewolf troops from the north of Volcania swept across the plain.

Werewolf warriors clad in heavy black iron armor surged into the gray plains like a tide. Their sharp claws easily tore through the humans' simple leather armor, and saliva dripped from between their fangs, mingling with blood.

The werewolf leader, carrying a blood-stained battle banner embroidered with a crescent moon symbol dripping with blood, raised his claw and crushed the head of an elderly human. He then sneered at the trembling women and children, "Inferior race, only fit to be our food!"

Faced with these well-equipped werewolf warriors, the humans of this world were virtually powerless to resist, and could only engage in one-sided slaughter.

Countless people cried out as they fell into death.

The leader of this human city-state was also dragged to the guillotine by the werewolf general and executed.

It was as if everything had already ended.

However, just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

All the werewolf warriors' fur bristled at the same time as they were horrified to find their claws crumbling away bit by bit.

Atop the gray peak burst forth with a radiant glow, nine layers of light swirling among the clouds, and a majestic figure stood suspended in mid-air, treading on silvery cracks.

He glanced down at the human corpses scattered on the ground, then flicked his finger.

"boom!"

Thousands of werewolf warriors simultaneously turned into a bloody mist, their steel-forged armor shattering like paper.

The once arrogant werewolf leader still had a ferocious expression, but his entire body had already scattered like sand in the wind.

The surviving humans stood frozen in place, watching as the figure in the rosy light slowly descended onto the blood-stained wheat field. The moment the toes touched the ground, tender green shoots sprouted from the scorched earth.

"From today on."

The voice echoed across the entire plain, and behind the figure, the phantom image of a majestic mountain appeared: "This mountain is the Holy Peak of Orion."

"god!"

The surviving humans looked at Zheng Jun's figure, their whole bodies trembling with excitement.

Upon seeing this unfathomable figure, they thought of the deities recorded in ancient texts. The current power was none other than the deity described in those books!

The rosy glow of the sunset cascaded down, enveloping the entire gray plain.

The surviving humans knelt on the blood-stained wheat field, their foreheads pressed against the soil, their trembling hands cupping the ears of wheat stained with werewolf blood as if holding the most sacred offering.

"Gods!"

An old priest with a wrinkled face cried out in a trembling voice, tears streaming down his face: "Please protect your humble people!"

Zheng Jun stood in the void, the 'Kunlun Soul' Dharma image behind him overlapping with the gray peaks, golden patterns flowing within the mountain's illusory form. He looked down at the humans below, who were as insignificant as ants, and his voice boomed like thunder.

"God loves the world and has set this test. The first person to reach the summit of Mount Orion will become the master of this land and establish a kingdom for mankind!"

Before the words were finished, a thousand stone steps suddenly appeared on the steep rock face, each step engraved with obscure silver runes.

The spatial turbulence at the mountainside manifests as seven trials.

Flames, ice, blades, illusions, gravity, inner demons, and void—layers nested together like an insurmountable chasm.

This scene immediately shocked the humans in front of them, who couldn't help but exclaim that it was a miracle.

This……

Will the masters of this land establish a kingdom belonging to humankind?
The shadow of war vanished, and the crowds on the plains erupted in fervent shouts.

A young man with a missing arm pushed away the woman who was helping him and staggered towards the foot of the mountain, shouting, "I will make the werewolves pay for their crimes in blood!"

Several teenagers grabbed blood-stained spears and followed closely behind: "Humans should not be treated as livestock!"

Countless climbers surged to the summit, hoping to pass the test of the gods and establish a kingdom belonging to humankind.

However, there can only be one king.

The path to becoming a king inevitably involves many trials.

Five days later, the first group of climbers had all perished.

Most people fail to endure hardship and trials before being defeated and forced to leave the mountain.

Some people, unwilling to accept defeat, tried to climb the mountain in a special way, but in the end, only a bluish-purple corpse remained.

But soon, a second and third group of climbers appeared.

As time passed, news spread like wildfire that those who ascended Mount Orion could establish nations and become the kings of humanity, and all the humans west of the Gray Rift wanted to give it a try.

Everyone wanted to meet the gods and become king.

On the mountain peak, Zheng Jun revealed a smile.

Mythological stories, isn't that sacred enough?

Luckily, my buddy has watched enough mythology to be able to pull off a move.

At this thought, Zheng Jun's eyes flashed, and he saw a figure.

A lame blacksmith's son named Alto is braving the bitter cold, carrying a bronze shield forged by his father on his back, as he climbs a mountain.

Zheng Jun stood atop the clouds, hands behind his back, watching the limping blacksmith's son climb relentlessly, his will unwavering. He chuckled softly, "You'll do." (End of Chapter)