One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

"Old Wang?!"

Zhang Chulan was startled and quickly reached out to help, but felt the body under his hand trembling violently, and the innate Qi in his body was in complete chaos.

"That's interesting."

Zhuge Qing squinted, his gaze lingering on the stone tablet for less than two seconds before quickly shifting to the surrounding crowd that had already descended into madness.

Around the stone tablet, there were at least fifty strange people.

Some of them sat cross-legged with silly smiles on their faces, oblivious to the drool dripping onto the ground; others gesticulated wildly, striking various ergonomically unnatural poses while muttering incantations.

Even more outrageous, several people were frantically kowtowing while wailing, their foreheads were bruised and blood was flowing down their cheeks, mixed with dirt, making them look ferocious and terrifying.

"Is this... enlightenment?"

Wang Zhenqiu, hiding behind Zhang Taichu, peeked out with half his head, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with curiosity. He had somehow pulled out his phone and snapped two quick photos of the chaotic scene:

"Wow, this material is really explosive."

"If I were to post this on a forum for people with unusual backgrounds, I'd already come up with a title: 'Shocking! Large-scale cult pyramid scheme discovered deep in the Qinling Mountains!'"

"This is not a cult."

Zhuge Qing adjusted his non-prescription glasses and pointed to the moving lines on the stone tablet:

"If I'm not mistaken, the Qi circulation route on this is indeed an extremely profound technique."

"The work of Ziyang Shanren."

"only……"

At this point, Zhuge Qing paused, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips:

"This technique is for those who aren't destined for it; practicing it is like taking their own life."

"It forcibly guides a person's magnetic field, causing the three corpses and nine worms in a person to become restless."

"It's like..."

"It's like throwing a piece of poisoned fat in front of a group of starving ghosts."

A detached voice suddenly interrupted Zhuge Qing's analysis.

Zhang Taichu had his hands in his pockets, and his bright yellow T-shirt looked out of place under the purple glow.

He strode forward, as if strolling through his own backyard, heading straight for the stone tablet.

The other people around him who were "enlightening themselves" ignored his approach and remained immersed in their own worlds, crying or laughing, acting like madmen.

"Grand Uncle! Where are you going?"

Zhang Chulan's heart tightened, and he was about to reach out to grab it when he grasped nothing.

Zhang Taichu didn't turn around, he just waved his hand casually:

"Watching a play."

"Look how these idiots ruined themselves."

He stopped less than three meters from the stone tablet, raised his head, and his deep eyes coldly swept over the so-called scriptures on the stone tablet.

Just one glance.

The disdain in his eyes was intense to the extreme.

"Nine bends and twists, reversing the cycle of heaven and earth?"

"Oh."

Zhang Taichu chuckled, his voice not loud, but it carried a penetrating force:

"That old devil Ziyang is indeed a ruthless and vicious person."

"This is hardly a legacy."

"This is clearly a filter."

Upon hearing the word "filter," Wang Zhenqiu, who was following behind, lit up and quickly scurried over, maintaining a safe distance of five meters.

"Master Daoist, please elaborate?"

"What is a filter?"

Zhang Taichu glanced at him and pointed to the burly man on the ground who was frantically gnawing on a rock while shouting about elixirs:

"This is what happens."

"Only those with pure minds, or rather, those who are incredibly foolish, can see what's on this stone tablet."

"Anyone who harbors a bit of greed or desire will have their Qi (vital energy) amplified infinitely by the influence of that desire, just by glancing at them."

"at last……"

Zhang Taichu raised his foot and gently kicked away a severed hand blocking the road. It was left behind by some unlucky guy who had exploded while practicing martial arts.

"With a bang."

"Turn into a pile of rotten flesh."

Wang Ye had also recovered by this time. He wiped the sour taste from the corner of his mouth and looked at the stone tablet with a look of apprehension.

That's so mean...

"Placing this kind of thing on the only way is to filter out all these people with bad intentions first."

"Since it's trash, keeping it will only harm people."

Zhang Taichu stood under the stone tablet, his head slightly raised.

The night breeze blew by, lifting his slightly messy bangs and revealing his eyes, which had become extremely indifferent in that instant.

His right hand slowly came out of his pocket.

Crack!

A blinding, pale white arc of electricity flickered at his fingertips without warning.

Followed by.

Rumble—!!!

A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed over the once silent valley.

"This kind of garbage doesn't even deserve to be called heritage?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhang Taichu's lips:

"Since that old devil Ziyang refuses to clean up this mess."

"Then I, this humble Taoist priest, will help him smash this junk!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He pressed his palm down sharply.

boom--!!!

A bolt of white lightning, as thick as a bucket, carrying a violent aura capable of destroying everything, struck the massive stone tablet heavily, like a divine punishment.

There is no suspense.

There wasn't even a single sound of resistance.

The stone tablet that had stood there for who knows how many years was instantly shattered into countless fragments of stone by the violent thunder.

The purple glow abruptly stopped.

The sounds of crying, laughing, chanting, and screaming, which were originally particularly noisy at this moment, seemed to have been paused for a moment.

The entrance to the valley was shrouded in an eerie silence.

Only the lingering lightning crackled in the air.

The dozens of strange people who were originally immersed in their beautiful dreams all froze in their tracks.

They stared blankly at the pile of rubble that had turned into ruins, watching the patterns that had once guided them to immortality completely disappear.

one second.

two seconds.

"ah!!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly ripped through the night sky.

The burly man who had been gnawing on a rock suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were even cracks at the corners of his eyes, from which two lines of bloody tears flowed.

He stared intently at Zhang Taichu, who stood before the ruins, his gaze as if he were looking at his father's killer.

"It's gone...it's gone..."

"My immortal arts!! My path to immortality!!"

"You owe me money!! You owe me money!!!"

That roar was like igniting the fuse of a powder keg.

The dozens of supernatural beings around them instantly went berserk.

"That's mine!! That's my chance!!"

"You bastard! Who told you to destroy it?!"

"Kill him! Kill him and dig out the immortal techniques!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of chaotic and disordered energies erupted at the same time.

This group of people were already on the verge of going mad, and now that their only spiritual support has been destroyed, their rationality has completely collapsed.

They were like a horde of demons crawling out of hell, their faces contorted, roaring, brandishing their weapons, even using their fingernails and teeth, surging towards Zhang Taichu in a massive, overwhelming attack.

Holy crap!!

Zhang Chulan's scalp tingled as he watched the frenzied crowd surge forward like a tidal wave.

"We've stirred up a hornet's nest!!"

"These people are insane! Utterly insane!!"

Wang Ye's expression changed, and he immediately stepped out in the shape of the Qian trigram, assuming a Tai Chi stance with his hands:

"Be careful! Their Qi may be chaotic, but their reckless attitude is extremely troublesome!"

"Old Qing! Help!"

Zhuge Qing dared not be negligent. He had somehow managed to grab a few copper coins in his hand, and the Qimen formation under his feet instantly unfolded.

however.

Just as they were preparing to brace themselves for the onslaught of this zombie horde,

The man standing in the eye of the storm didn't even move an inch.

Zhang Taichu remained standing on the pile of rubble.

He looked at the distorted faces rushing towards him from all directions, and at the eyes that gleamed with greed and murderous intent.

His face was expressionless.

There was neither fear nor anger.

There's only a kind of indifference, like looking at trash.

"Noisy."

Two soft words escaped from his lips.

next second.

Om-! ! !

A golden light burst forth from his body without warning.

That was no ordinary Golden Light Mantra.

The light was so intense it almost materialized, like a golden sun suddenly rising in the dark valley.

Zhang Taichu slowly opened his arms, then suddenly jerked them downwards.

"roll."

Boom-! ! ! !

Centered on his body, a visible golden wave of energy, like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, spread wildly outwards in a ring.

Wherever the shockwave passed, layers of soil were ripped up, and gravel turned to dust.

Those strange beings who had just rushed in front of him, with ferocious faces, were like someone who had crashed into a high-speed train.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of dull thuds rang out.

Those dozens of people didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying backward by this overwhelming force.

They traced parabolic arcs in the air, then crashed like dumplings being dropped into a pot, landing with a series of thuds on the trees and rocks a dozen meters away.

puff--!

The sound of blood splattering echoed throughout the room.

The deafening shouts of battle vanished completely in that instant.

Instead, there was a suffocating silence.

The dust gradually settled.

The moonlight shone again on the open ground.

Within a ten-meter radius of Zhang Taichu, everything was spotless, not even a small pebble had been leveled.

Within a radius of ten meters, countless strange people lay scattered about, their fates unknown.

Some of them were still convulsing, while others had completely passed out, but none of them were able to stand up again.

"Gulp."

Zhang Chulan stood outside the circle and swallowed hard.

He glanced at the group of madmen who had been wiped out in an instant, and then at his master uncle, who stood in the center, his clothes perfectly intact.

"Is this... the power to overcome all techniques?"

Wang Zhenqiu hid behind a tree, holding up his phone, the video recording interface on the screen still flashing.

His hands trembled slightly, and his usually carefree face was now filled with deep shock.

"Too...too brutal..."

"This is practically treating people like bowling balls..."

Zhang Taichu ignored the awe-inspiring gazes around him.

He casually brushed off a speck of dust from his clothes and concealed the golden light emanating from him.

Then, he lifted his foot, stepping on the scattered pebbles, and walked towards the darker canyon deep in the valley.

"I'm gone."

His voice remained calm, as if he had merely swatted a few mosquitoes dead.

"The door is open."

"Let me see what kind of shady stuff that Wugensheng is hiding inside."

Zhang Chulan shuddered and quickly called out to Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who were still in a daze:

"Hurry! Keep up!"

"Don't fall behind! If you get separated from the group and one of these lunatics wakes up and bites you, there'll be nowhere to get a rabies vaccine!"

The four figures disappeared into the darkness once again.

All that remained was this scene of devastation, and those pitiful creatures who, even in their unconscious state, still had furrowed brows and seemed to be dreaming of becoming immortals.