Chapter 808
Who is Right and Who is Wrong?
Chapter 808 Who is Right and Who is Evil? (10,000-word chapter, please vote with monthly tickets)
With a change in his body, Zhang Yu could feel that after circulating this breathing technique for a while, the speed of breathing in spiritual energy had greatly slowed down, and he had actually drawn in some impure and chaotic energy from the world into his body.
"This effect is way too damn negative..."
So Zhang Yu chose to forget again, then started learning anew, and then initiated the mutation once more.
This time, the breathing technique was different again. Zhang Yu felt that with each breath he took, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually vibrated.
It was as if waves were gradually being stirred up on a once calm sea.
"Ok?"
Zhang Yu's heart stirred, and he thought to himself, "Accelerating breathing through vibration of spiritual energy? This effect is quite interesting."
After thinking about it, Zhang Yu simply upgraded his basic cultivation technique back to level 50, and in an instant, the spiritual energy in the world surged even more violently.
Anyway, he has already used up all the chances to forget his basic techniques, so there is no chance for him to change to another mutation effect for the time being.
"Unfortunately, I have extracted too few immortal techniques from the immortal sects' cultivation methods, and I haven't drawn the 'Cultivation Method Forgotten' reward yet. Otherwise, I could try to mutate some immortal sect cultivation method."
After this series of mutation attempts, Zhang Yu also vaguely came to a conclusion.
"The mutation thing still requires a lot of draw rewards from the [Myriad Laws Immortal Clan] to be able to work."
"You need to have enough self-selected cultivation techniques to learn, self-selected cultivation technique level +1, self-selected cultivation technique forgetting, self-selected cultivation technique mutation... Only in this way can you repeatedly mutate and finally get a better result."
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "With a large number of basic cultivation techniques, it's easy to refine immortal techniques, which means I'll receive more rewards from the [Myriad Laws Immortal Clan], making it even easier to do so."
"If the cultivation techniques of the immortal sects want to reach this level... my current foundation is not enough."
"You need to learn more immortal cultivation techniques and extract more immortal skills from them in order to eventually get a good mutation."
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While Zhang Yu was quietly cultivating, Qin Chuan, the Minister of the Youxin Department, was also on the phone with another Vice Minister, Jiang Xunyi.
Qin Chuan asked, "Why haven't you gone there these past two days?"
He was referring to why Jiang Xunyi didn't try to steal the Yin energy again.
Jiang Xunyi sighed helplessly and said, "Minister, when I was trying to seize Yin energy, I was severely injured by a master."
Qin Chuan was startled upon hearing this: "Who severely injured you?"
Jiang Xunyi explained, "Someone won my dantian at the spirit world card table."
"What the hell... why are you gambling while you're working?" Qin Chuan cursed. "Can gambling distract you? How many times have I told you, don't work while you're gambling, especially when you're facing a master? How many years would it take you to earn back the money you lost gambling?"
After giving Jiang Xunyi a good scolding, Qin Chuan continued, "Then use your primordial spirit."
Jiang Xunyi asked unexpectedly, "Minister, Zhang Yu has been holed up in his room for over a month, never stepping out of the door, and he can't find anyone to help him. I think he has been completely abandoned. Do we really still want to test him?"
Qin Chuan said, "Just do what I tell you to do."
Jiang Xun, revealing his true intentions, said, "If you release your primordial spirit, the price will be different from the original price."
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Jiang Xunyi clearly understands that the efficiency of the primordial spirit is far superior to that of the physical body, even if calculated by the hour.
In particular, Jiang Xunyi's primordial spirit had been working at full capacity to pay off his debts, and every minute and second was money.
After all, with the speed of a primordial spirit, even delivering goods would make him a leader in the transportation industry.
Upon hearing Jiang Xunyi's reply, Qin Chuan said, "Don't worry, you'll get your share of the benefits."
A moment later, from the other side of the old graveyard, a divine light shot into the sky, heading in the direction of Zhang Yu.
This divine light was Jiang Xunyi's primordial spirit.
As he watched the dormitory rapidly approach, he thought to himself, "I admire the first person to gamble."
"Because we might lose, we might go bankrupt."
This was Jiang Xunyi's thought when she first came into contact with gambling.
"To risk having one's potential evaporate in an instant and put one's hard-earned immortal potential on the gambling table requires unparalleled courage."
"This act embodies great courage and perseverance; it is a person's struggle and charge against dissatisfaction with life and injustice of fate."
"The moment we embark on the path to immortality, we have staked our entire lives on the gambling table."
"But in the end, some people won, and some people lost."
"And you..."
Jiang Xunyi, who had arrived above the dormitory, looked at Zhang Yu's location and thought to himself, "I've already lost the bet."
"Having chosen the wrong side and possessing only mediocre cultivation, this round is already a crushing defeat."
"Then it's time to pay the price."
At the same time, they saw the spiritual energy around Jiang Xunyi's primordial spirit swirling wildly, and in an instant, it seemed to swallow all the spiritual energy and yin energy inside and outside the dormitory in one gulp, like a whale swallowing its prey.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a giant vortex between heaven and earth, wanting to completely drain away all the spiritual energy and yin energy within a radius of several hundred meters.
At the same time, Zhao Tianxing, who was beside the Divine Transformation Pool, suddenly felt the Yin energy in the world vanish completely, and his whole body became weak.
Zhao Tianxing exclaimed in surprise, "What happened?!"
Zhang Yu raised his head, looked in the direction of Jiang Xunyi's primordial spirit, and said calmly, "Someone has come to cause trouble."
He sent a message directly to the other party, asking for the reason.
Jiang Xunyi replied, "The review team needs to collect a lot of Yin energy for the next soul cultivation experiment. I absorbed a bit too much, so please bear with it."
Looking at the dormitory room, which had been drained of its energy in an instant, Jiang Xunyi thought to himself, "This is the difference in strength. With just a simple breathing exercise, I can suppress you completely..."
Just as Jiang Xunyi was thinking this, he suddenly felt wisps of spiritual energy flowing toward Zhang Yu's location.
Jiang Xunyi, who noticed this, was slightly surprised: "This kid... dares to compete with me head-on?"
Jiang Xunyi knew that Zhang Yu was still a Nascent Soul cultivator before, and had only recently broken through to the Divine Transformation realm. In terms of cultivation, foundation, and strength, how could he compare to such a senior figure as Jiang Xunyi?
Jiang Xunyi's first reaction was that the other party was too arrogant and didn't know anything.
Jiang Xunyi snorted coldly as he activated his profound technique: "Today, you won't be able to take away a single wisp of your spiritual energy or yin energy."
But in the next moment, Jiang Xunyi's expression changed slightly. He felt that the other party's breathing efficiency was constantly increasing, and the spiritual energy in the world was also slightly trembling.
"1, 2, 3, 4..." As Zhang Yu silently circulated the Devouring Technique within his body, the acupoints opened by the Myriad Transformations Freedom Mystic Art were directly opened, and one after another, his real clones also began to circulate the technique and exhale and exhale.
Normally, the spiritual energy in the world is limited, and Zhang Yu can only activate 4 or 5 clones at most. Any more would only cause the circuits of many devices inside and outside the dormitory to break down.
But now, faced with Jiang Xunyi's deliberate provocation, Zhang Yu no longer held back.
As the 32 real clones simultaneously unleashed their breathing techniques, it was as if 32 black holes exploded directly within his body, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
Moreover, all 32 clones were simultaneously operating that mutated breathing technique.
If we say that a clone operating a mutated breathing technique is like creating waves on the sea...
At this moment, as the 32 clones simultaneously activated the breathing technique, the spiritual energy and yin energy in the world surged like a tsunami.
At this moment, Jiang Xunyi felt that the originally obedient spiritual energy and yin energy seemed to have completely lost control and gone berserk, no longer obeying his commands.
"How can this kid's breathing technique be so amazing?!"
Jiang Xunyi let out a low shout, and the magical power within his primordial spirit surged out wildly, as if it had materialized, and enveloped the entire dormitory.
Since the spiritual energy and yin energy of heaven and earth were no longer obedient, he resorted to violence to forcibly seize them.
Jiang Xunyi was confident that if it came down to a contest of strength, this cultivator who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage would be no match for him.
On the other side, Zhang Yu clasped his hands together, and the Kunlun Palm Technique, which he had just pushed to level 50, was already activated.
Not only him, but also the clones in every acupoint of his body clasped their hands together and pushed up the level 50 Kunlun Palm.
The level 50 Kunlun Palm technique greatly enhances the speed, range, and degree of space distortion, and its ability to absorb matter is also more astonishing.
In an instant, as the Kunlun Palm of the 33 Palms was activated simultaneously, it was as if 33 layers of space enveloped everything around, forcibly capturing all the boiling spiritual energy and yin energy in the world.
At this moment, Zhang Yu was like a god who held the world in his hands, coldly watching Jiang Xunyi's powerless struggle.
Upon noticing this, Jiang Xunyi was taken aback again, thinking incredulously, "Where did this kid get so many Nascent Soul level spatial magic treasures?"
As a cultivator at the sect level, although Jiang Xunyi himself did not cultivate spatial techniques, he had some understanding of spatial technology. He had previously possessed several Nascent Soul spatial magic treasures, but they were later won away by someone at the card table.
In his perception, Zhang Yu unleashed dozens of spatial forces in an instant, which was clearly the activation of numerous spatial magic treasures. Moreover, the power of each magic treasure was extremely strong, reaching the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
This greatly surprised Jiang Xunyi: "So rich!"
Although spatial immortal techniques are widely used in sects, spatial magic treasures at the Nascent Soul level are by no means cheap.
Dozens of such magical weapons would cost Jiang Xunyi a large sum of money, enough to have a deterrent effect.
"How can this guy be so rich?!"
"Avoid his sharp edge!"
Jiang Xunyi's intuition told her that she shouldn't make enemies with such a person; it would be too easy to lose money.
But just as Jiang Xunyi was thinking this, another oppressive force descended from the sky, enveloping the entire dormitory. It was none other than Minister Qin Chuan's primordial spirit.
The divine light emanating from the primordial spirit enveloped the entire area in an instant.
At the same time, Qin Chuan's authoritative voice reached them.
"Gentlemen, the Youxin Department is not a place for your infighting."
"We'll both be suspended for a month to reflect on our actions."
After saying this, Qin Chuan's primordial spirit flashed and disappeared from the scene without a trace.
The news quickly spread throughout the entire Youxin tribe.
Yan Qianji, as Zhang Yu's outsourced employee, was also kicked out of the office building and prohibited from having any work-related contact.
Yan Qianji thought to himself, "Sigh... this is an opportunity to attack us, exclude us from our work, and prevent us from accessing the power of the Youxin Department."
But Yan Qianji knew that Zhang Yu, as the deputy minister, was powerless against Minister Qin Chuan's attacks.
"Unless Budao-kun helps..."
However, when Yan Qianji arrived at Zhang Yu's dormitory, he found Zhang Yu happily and quietly cultivating, as if taking a month off from his post was a good thing for him.
On the other side, Jiang Xunyi found Qin Chuan and voiced her question: "Minister, Zhang Yu has quite a few spatial magic treasures."
Minister Qin Chuan said, "It's nothing more than a reward given to him by that Bu Daojun before."
"But even at this point, no one has come looking for him, which means that he really doesn't have anyone backing him."
"Let him hang out for another month, then we'll deal with him slowly."
Jiang Xunyi knew that the minister was testing Zhang Yu step by step, slowly boiling him like a frog in lukewarm water. As long as no one stood up for Zhang Yu, he would gradually suppress him completely within the Youxin Department.
Jiang Xunyi thought to himself, "Even if that Bu Daojun still remembers such a person, since he hasn't appeared yet, he'll probably have completely forgotten about Zhang Yu in a year or two."
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Zhang Yu, on the other hand, didn't care. He just wanted to take advantage of the free time to improve his cultivation.
Even with 32 clones, he still had to refine his body, practice breathing exercises, cultivate martial arts, extract immortal techniques from each step of the cultivation method, and check on the Divine Transformation Pool from time to time...
Zhang Yu felt that every day was very fulfilling, with endless things to do and his own abilities steadily improving.
Although his strength was improving every day and his cultivation was very fulfilling, Zhang Yu still had a hidden worry in his heart.
"The money is almost gone."
Not only have his original savings run out, but Zhang Yu has also almost spent the more than 20 yuan he borrowed later.
He thought to himself, "If this continues, I won't be able to repay the loan. I need to find a way to make some money."
Whether it's the daily operation of the Divine Transformation Pool, the daily cultivation expenses, or the monthly loan repayments... Zhang Yu spends at least tens of thousands of Immortal Coins every month.
If one wishes to purchase more immortal cultivation techniques or even immortal magic treasures, even more immortal coins will be required.
To solve this problem of insufficient income, Zhang Yu's first thought was to explore the unique features of this old graveyard—the labyrinthine exploration area.
In the old graveyard, more than half of the area was affected by the ancient war between immortals, and was plunged into a distorted and chaotic space.
If Zhang Yu wants to improve his status as a descendant of immortals, he needs to find the corpse of his ancestor and merge with the inherited space within it, which is the cave heaven that Ling Feng mentioned.
These things may have been hidden in the labyrinthine old cemetery by Yingxintian.
In addition, the labyrinth contains a large number of corpses, equipment, products, and other items lost by various sects due to spatial distortions.
“Exploring the labyrinth and finding things inside can be handed over to the sect or sold to others... This is one of the many ways to make money in the old graveyard.”
"And I, as a descendant of immortals, may have an advantage in exploring the labyrinth."
Soon after, a gentle breeze swept across the dormitory building and flew towards the direction of the maze.
This gentle breeze was Zhang Yu's true form after he used the "Blood Tide Essence Holy View," transforming him into a gentle breeze that floated between heaven and earth in an imperceptible way.
As for his primordial spirit, it remained in the dormitory and continued to soak in the Divine Transformation Pool.
In addition, Zhang Yu left behind a clone to guard the room, making people think that he had stayed there the whole time.
Furthermore, the shapeshifting ability of the Blood Tide Essence Holy View, combined with the inherent concealment ability of the Feather Spirit Root, as well as the evil god ritual and Fu Ji's sensitive reaction to the various surveillances of the spirit world...
At this moment, Zhang Yu felt that his stealth ability had reached its peak.
Fu Ji: "Zhang Yu, don't worry, with me here, I can sense everything clearly from the spirit world's surveillance."
Zhang Yu: "I'll give you a raise next month."
Fuki: "How much will it go up?"
Zhang Yu declared confidently, "Double it!"
As Zhang Yu flew over the ghost city and arrived at another outskirts, he saw a blurry, bizarre border appear on the horizon not far away.
That was the other half of the former cemetery, an important industrial park comprised of countless corpse factories, laboratories, and office buildings.
But now, from a distance, all you can see are countless chaotic and distorted spaces, haphazardly piecing together former factories, laboratories, and office buildings, like a giant glass maze standing between heaven and earth.
Anyone who enters will have their sense of direction completely disrupted and will find it difficult to discern their location.
One moment you might be on the roof, and a few steps later you're underground, leaving you completely lost in this chaotic space where everything is intertwined and influencing each other.
This is the labyrinth of the old graveyard, which has attracted many cultivators to explore, but has also caused many cultivators to get lost in it, and some have never been able to get out of the chaotic space.
Zhang Yu naturally had no intention of entering with others. He casually found a boundary, where the breeze had transformed into a palm, gently stretching forward.
At the same time, as the immortal descendant activated, a spatial entrance opened in Zhang Yu's palm.
The next moment, as Zhang Yu's palm approached, the originally distorted and chaotic space became normal in Zhang Yu's eyes, allowing the raging wind he had transformed into to rush in.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Just as I thought."
"The labyrinthine landscape of the old graveyard is a remnant of the new heaven."
"And indeed, my power as a descendant of immortals can help me explore this chaotic space."
However, Zhang Yu could sense that the [Descendant of Immortals] only helped him see the path ahead and facilitated his exploration of the maze; it had no way to destroy or repair the disordered space. "This entire maze... is like it's constantly being maintained by a force. Even if a part of the space is repaired or destroyed, that part of the spatial structure will gradually distort back to its previous disordered state, or even become more chaotic."
At the same time, Zhang Yu could also feel waves of longing coming from the descendants of immortals, just like when he encountered Ling Feng's corpse.
"Is it something from Yingxin Tianzang again?"
Following the senses of the immortal descendant, Zhang Yu continued to advance deeper into the maze.
Along the way, Zhang Yu saw... In the chaotic spatial structure, a large number of abandoned buildings were like randomly pieced-together building blocks, spliced together in a twisted and bizarre way.
Fortunately, with the power of being a descendant of immortals, Zhang Yu was able to see the original appearance of the building as soon as he got close, and traverse the chaotic space to reach the correct locations inside the building.
As Zhang Yu searched through the maze, he also found some items that the sect had lost.
One type is mortuary remains.
So-called "corpse parts" are materials, devices, and equipment that are ultimately processed from human bodies...
Things like the ashes, relics, and even some remains of the Dharma that Zhang Yu once used can be included in this category.
At this moment, Zhang Yu looked at the eyeball he had found and tried to put it into his immortal space.
The next moment, lines of text appeared in the immortal space.
This is the new ability that the [Descendant of Immortals] gains after reaching level 2, which allows them to interpret information from corpses, and the corpse parts are also within the scope of interpretation.
"The eyes of an unknown cultivator."
"It is said that the creatures of the world do not truly die, and will one day be reborn. However, the eyes that can search for them no longer exist."
Looking at the emerging writing, Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "Is this the information that can be obtained after an ordinary corpse is deciphered by the Immortal Space...?"
Zhang Yu felt that the information seemed to be telling something, but it was too fragmented and vague to be truly understood.
Zhang Yu continued his exploration, collecting corpses, equipment, and materials along the way, while following the senses of the immortal's descendant in an attempt to find the treasures of Yingxin Heaven.
Zhang Yu also threw all the corpses he collected along the way into his immortal space, where he obtained a lot of fragmented information after deciphering them.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Yu finally found a peculiar corpse in an underground space.
It was a tall body, but covered with countless scars.
The countless stitch-like marks on the corpse made Zhang Yu feel as if the body had been blasted into pieces and then forcibly pieced back together.
It's unclear whether the assembly was poorly done or if the assembler did it intentionally, but the corpse's face was incredibly ugly.
"I wonder whose body this is."
"Judging from the last time... it was probably a senior from the Myriad Laws Sect."
Zhang Yu approached the corpse, activated the power of the immortal descendant, and reached out to touch the body.
The next moment, after Zhang Yu put the corpse into his immortal space, he felt his consciousness being drawn to the other party, and an unusual surge of anger rushed over.
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Endless rage!
Boundless hatred!
Even more so, shouts that seemed to want to break through the sky rang in Zhang Yu's ears.
Zhang Yu could sense... a rage that even the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes could not extinguish, causing Zhang Yu to feel a pang of fear.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "What kind of memories... what kind of dream could make someone so angry?"
The next moment, after a change in light and shadow, it was as if we had entered another world.
Seeing this, Fuki said, "Here we go again. Another show to watch."
Within the crimson magic circle, countless men, women, and children trembled in fear, their bodies being extracted as they were drawn away by the spells cast by the surrounding cultivators.
Zhang Yu frowned and said, "Is this... refining mortals into something?"
Just then, bolts of lightning struck down, pulverizing many demonic cultivators who were casting spells.
Amidst the astonished gazes of countless mortals, several ethereal and awe-inspiring cultivators descended from the sky and rescued them.
Among those rescued was a 12-year-old boy named Huang Er. He was just an ordinary farmer's son, and as he watched this scene, a look of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.
From the day he was rescued, Huang Er made up his mind to embark on the path of immortality and become an immortal cultivator.
He knelt before the immortal who had saved him, wanting to become his disciple.
But after examining his physical attributes, the other party shook his head expressionlessly: "You have no spiritual roots, your meridians are blocked, and you have no aptitude for immortality. Don't waste your time."
Faced with Huang Er kneeling and refusing to rise, the cultivators ignored him, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
But the monks' refusal did not shake Huang Er's resolve.
Ignoring the advice of his relatives and friends, and disregarding the ridicule of others, Huang Er embarked directly on his journey to seek immortality.
He begged his way through the land, searching for a sect of immortals, hoping that one day he could join one and cultivate the path of immortality.
In this era, the immortal path is flourishing. Although there are disputes between the righteous and demonic paths, both have opened their doors wide and recruited disciples from all directions.
However, Huang Er wandered the world, seeking masters everywhere, but was either rejected or deceived. In the blink of an eye, he was already 25 years old. He was always dressed in rags, covered in dirt, and looked as haggard as an old beggar in his thirties or forties. He was often bullied and driven away.
Just when he was gradually losing heart and thinking that there was no way to become an immortal in this life, he happened to see an old woman fall into the river.
In the bitter cold, he risked his life to jump into the river and went through great lengths to save the old woman. As a result, he caught the eye of a monk from the Immortal Soldier's Mansion, who took him in as a handyman disciple and taught him the basic breathing techniques.
After joining the servants' quarters of the Immortal Soldier's Mansion, Huang Er was always at the forefront, whether it was practicing breathing exercises, sweeping and cleaning, reciting scriptures, or chopping wood and fetching water. He was always eager to be the first in everything.
As long as he successfully establishes his foundation, or gains the favor of a master within the sect, he can become an inner disciple. This has always been Huang Er's goal.
But as the years went by, some of the disciples in the servants' quarters entered the inner sect and were taught the next stage of cultivation, while others could not bear the hardship in the mountains and left the servants' quarters to go down the mountain.
Huang Er unknowingly became the oldest disciple in the servants' quarters.
"The path to immortality is hard to find..."
Even though he had already joined a sect, the closer he got and the more he understood, the more Huang Er felt the distance between himself and the true path of immortality, and he felt that he was getting further and further away from the path of immortality.
"Six, twelve, and eighteen years old... are the best times to get tested for eligibility; the so-called three tests for lifelong qualification."
"If one has no spiritual root by the age of 18, then there is no hope of becoming an immortal in this lifetime, and one will be trapped in the Qi Refining stage."
Huang Er was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch helplessly as he grew older and his cultivation progressed more and more slowly, with the Foundation Establishment Realm seemingly a long way off.
One day, Huang Er, who was over fifty years old, looked at a young man who had entered the inner sect and finally couldn't help but find the Taoist priest in charge.
This Taoist priest was about the same age as Huang Er and had also cultivated together in the servants' quarters. However, he had entered the inner sect early on and now that he had achieved the Golden Elixir, he was in charge of managing the outer sect.
Facing his former fellow disciples, Huang Er could see no trace of camaraderie in them, only endless unfamiliarity and estrangement.
He asked the other party, "That boy is so unruly and has injured people and crippled them when he was in the servants' quarters. How can he be allowed to become an inner disciple?"
The Taoist priest looked at him and said calmly, "He has the spiritual root of an immortal."
Huang Er said, "He idles away his days, doing nothing. In the month since he joined the sect, he hasn't even practiced a complete breathing exercise once..."
The Taoist priest said, "He has the spiritual root of an immortal."
Huang Er said unwillingly, "Is it because he has a celestial spiritual root that he can be taken into the sect even if he commits murder, arson, rape, and plunder?"
Huang Er regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking. Just when he thought he would be scolded, he heard the other party say, "He has the spiritual root of an immortal. If he commits murder, arson, rape, or plunder, he should be taken into the sect and strictly disciplined so that he will not cause a great disaster."
“Huang Er, you’ve been a disciple for so long, you should understand by now. Whether a person has a destiny to become an immortal is determined from the moment they are born.”
"If it exists, it exists; if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."
"You are not qualified. No matter how hard you work for ten or thirty years, no matter how intelligent, resolute, indomitable, upright and kind you are... you will never be able to walk the path to immortality in this lifetime."
Whether a person has the potential to embark on the path of immortality depends solely on their aptitude.
The Taoist priest looked down at him and said coldly, "This is reality, this is the way of Heaven."
Huang Er suddenly stepped back, muttering, "Determined at birth? Determined at birth?!"
"Why!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu sighed and thought to himself, "In any case, Kunxu has finally given most people a chance to embark on the path of immortality."
Zhan Xian suddenly said, "This Huang Er... I think I know who he is."
Zhang Yu asked curiously, "Who?"
Zhanxian said, "We've all seen this person before; you'll see as you watch."
Three years later in the dream, Huang Er watched as the young man who had successfully established his foundation was being fought over by many elders of the sect, and he silently left the Immortal Soldier Mansion.
Now in his fifties, he had completely lost hope in the path of immortality. He gradually accepted that he could no longer advance on the path of immortality and prepared to return to his hometown to rest in peace.
On his way back, Huang Er encountered a strange sect called Tianzong.
"Education for all? Regardless of talent, everyone can cultivate immortality?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Er immediately thought of the swindlers. So he planned to pretend to join them, go to their hideout, expose their scam, and awaken the deceived people so that they wouldn't be fooled like he had been in the past.
But after he entered the other party's mountain gate, he discovered that there was something strange about this Heavenly Sect.
These people work and practice together every day, staying together all the time, and sometimes they can't even tell the difference between disciples and masters.
Their cultivation method is known as mutual assistance in cultivating immortality and ascending together.
"Everyone cultivates together, and then passes on their skills to the oldest fellow disciple."
"After that fellow disciple breaks through, he will lead us in cultivation, and then everyone will transfer their power to the second oldest student."
"Let's help each other and climb to the peak of immortality together, brothers and sisters."
Huang Er was initially skeptical, but after spending some time with them, he discovered that the people in the sect were truly loving and affectionate, just like family.
Many people, after joining the sect, would call upon their friends and relatives to join the Heavenly Sect together, cultivate immortality together, and progress together.
Huang Er, at over fifty years old, had long been the object of his cultivation, and through daily practice, he finally entered the Foundation Establishment stage.
After decades of arduous cultivation, Huang Er finally achieved Foundation Establishment, and at this moment, tears streamed down his face.
So he brought back his parents from his hometown, his brothers and sisters, his friends from the servants' quarters who couldn't become disciples, and his old friends who had left the mountain early on...
Huang Er led them to join the Heavenly Sect, intending to help each other cultivate immortality and ascend together.
From then on, Huang Er's cultivation level rose steadily, and his relatives and friends also ascended to heaven along with him, each making progress in their cultivation and officially embarking on the path of immortality.
It was at this moment that he learned that the Heavenly Sect had another real name, the Heavenly Demon Sect.
However, Huang Er did not consider the Heavenly Demon Sect to be a demonic sect.
"When the righteous sects rejected me, it was the Heavenly Demon Sect that led us onto the path of immortality, increasing our cultivation and prolonging our lives."
“When righteous disciples were judged solely on their aptitude, it was the Heavenly Demon Sect that made us love each other like one family.”
"If the Heavenly Demon Sect is considered a demonic path, then I would rather cultivate magic and follow the righteous path."
Years later, Huang Er's name was forgotten.
Having become a prodigy of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he roamed the world, spreading his teachings and guiding countless mortals onto the path to immortality. He also became an object of worship for countless mortals. Some called him the Immortal Master of Transmitting the Dharma, some called him the Master of Propagating the Dharma, and some called him...
"The Heavenly Demon Prince!"
The sky was torn apart, the earth was twisted, and billions of devastating bolts of lightning, accompanied by roars, fell simultaneously, tearing countless disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect to shreds.
The one who made the move was a monster with a blue face and fangs. This monster wore the sun and moon as its crown, its huge body supported the sky, and with each breath it could blow away countless mountain peaks. With a wave of its hand, the sky would collapse and the earth would crack.
This terrifying monster tore the disciples, friends, and relatives of the Heavenly Demon Prince to shreds one by one, and with the most invincible and terrifying power, blasted all those related to the Heavenly Demon Prince into dust.
Seeing this scene, the Heavenly Demon Prince's eyes turned bloodshot, and the rage in his heart seemed capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.
"Ying Xintian! You killed my relatives and friends, and murdered my disciples! I will never let you live under the same sky!"
boom!
The last thing Zhang Yu saw was the Heavenly Demon Prince being slammed into dust by a hand that fell from the sky.
As the dream faded, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "The Heavenly Demon Prince? This corpse is actually the Heavenly Demon Prince's?"
Zhang Yu recalled the dream he had seen of Ling Feng last time.
"So...did Ying Xintian finally succeed in hunting down the Heavenly Demon Prince?"
"The corpses of his ancestors that he hid were not only those of his own people, but also those of demonic masters?"
Just as Zhang Yu was pondering this, the Heavenly Demon Prince's dream of memories dissipated, and lines of writing exuding unparalleled domineering intent appeared before Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu knew that it was a message from Ying Xintian.
"When I found the Heavenly Demon Prince and fought him, I discovered that his relatives and friends had all been swallowed by him, and their souls had been refined into a Heavenly Demon Banner."
Upon reading these words, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Is this a beautification of memories? Describing the process of devouring relatives and friends as a process of cultivating together with them?"
"And then there's Ying Xintian, who appears last. In the Heavenly Demon Prince's memories, he is incredibly powerful, majestic, and terrifying..."
Zhanxian sighed, "The process of those Heavenly Demon Princes practicing and circulating their energy with their relatives and friends was probably the method by which he digested his relatives and friends and refined their souls."
Just as Zhang Yu was pondering, the words in front of him continued to appear.
"But neither the Heavenly Demon Prince nor those he devoured regretted it..."
As the messages gradually appeared before him, Zhang Yu read them as if he were there, witnessing the confrontation between Ying Xintian and the Heavenly Demon Prince.
"Eating people?" the Heavenly Demon Prince roared. "I'm cultivating with them! Only by cultivating with me can they learn magic and achieve immortality; otherwise, they would have turned into dust long ago."
Within the Heavenly Demon Banner, ten thousand ghosts wailed: "If it weren't for the Immortal Master's mercy, we would have long since been scattered to the winds, and how could we have the opportunity to comprehend the immortal path today?"
The Heavenly Demon Prince shouted, "Ying Xintian, you are just born with the talent for immortality. If you didn't have that talent, you would be just like us, relying on this method to cultivate immortality, and you would be eating people or being eaten just like us."
Ying Xintian asked coldly, "Did you eat everyone willingly?"
The Heavenly Demon Prince burst into wild laughter: "Ying Xintian, look into their eyes! Look at those mortals you saved. We've already shown them the ways of immortality. Even if they're unwilling now, they'll still eat people if given the chance!"
"So what if you saved mortals? I am a mortal too. Who in my Heavenly Demon Banner wasn't once a mortal? As long as there is a glimmer of hope for immortality, we can all seek immortality and ask for guidance!"
"In this world, only those of you who truly possess the talent for immortality are too lazy to eat people."
"The rest, whether they are mortals or inferior cultivators, as long as they have the opportunity... as long as they can climb to the peak of immortality, pursue longevity, and live a few more years... they will eat people or be willing to be eaten."
Ying Xintian said coldly, "You've all gone mad."
"Are you crazy? I've never seen things so clearly before!" the Heavenly Demon Prince roared. "Without immortals, there are no demons. It is you righteous sects who showed us the path to immortality, yet you shut us out! That's why we mortals are here who will stop at nothing to seek the path to immortality."
"What is the demonic path? It is merely a perilous path we have traversed in our quest to ascend to immortality, yet you still cannot tolerate it."
"The struggle between good and evil? What good is there, what evil? It's just that you guys who climb to the path of immortality by relying on your talents can't tolerate us mortals catching up with you, can't tolerate the privileges you've had since birth being eroded by us mortals, so you denounce them as demons."
"We are doing this willingly, so what right do you have to stop us?"
Ying Xintian coldly replied, "Good and evil cannot coexist."
The Heavenly Demon Prince laughed and said, "If all living beings in the world were willing to become demons, then who would be righteous and who would be demonic?"
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