Chapter 256

That is the backlash of the laws of heaven and earth.

At the same time, Zhang Jian felt that deep in the void, there was also a mysterious force converging, and a huge wheel of reincarnation faintly appeared above his head, as if the last thread of his connection to the laws of life and death was about to be severed; once severed, a great calamity would surely befall.

Zhang Jian knew that this was the Wheel of Life and Death Tribulation.

But he did not intend to prove the Primordial Spirit with the body of the Golden Crow.

Therefore, the invisible force contained within that huge wheel of reincarnation never descended.

Only the continuous resonance of the laws of heaven and earth kept influencing the accumulation of the Yin Spirit and the formation of the Golden Crow mark.

Zhang Jian not only had to suppress this multiple resonance, but also had to seize the opportunity to form the Golden Crow mark.

Otherwise, if he failed this time, the next attempt would be even more difficult.

One drum of energy, then waning, then exhausted.

At this time, a normal Yin Spirit Venerable would practice various methods to reduce the resonance of the laws and suppress distracting thoughts in the heart.

But Zhang Jian had no need for such things.

The boundless solar rules were vast and magnificent, yet Zhang Jian's Yin Spirit radiated pure yang golden light, like a reef stone, utterly unchanging, instead eliciting a soaring cry, countless pure yang golden lights shaking off the resonance of heaven and earth's laws.

At this moment, he actually only needed to merge his Yin Spirit into the solar mark to completely transform into the Golden Crow Primordial Spirit.

But that is the method for ascending to the Primordial Spirit.

Whereas if it is the ascension to the Primordial Spirit via immortal arts, then one only needs to merge a portion of the divine sense into it.

"Ming!"

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sharp crow cry, the true solar fire continuously raged, within which a golden light seemed to be born!

On Zhang Jian's body surface, countless Golden Crow Dao patterns seemed to come alive, golden light rippling; once erupted, it would expand like the blazing sun, forming countless times the extreme destructive power, like solar fission.

This Primordial Spirit immortal art is far more terrifying than Yin Spirit level techniques, by an unknown degree.

How could this extreme yang fission not be called a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth?

The golden light grew intense, deep within Zhang Jian's Yin Spirit, threads of magnificent golden-red cloud light appeared, the Golden Crow mark was completely formed, and it merged with his Yin Spirit's divine sense.

It is still a technique model, merely far more complex than a mere Yin Spirit level technique by an unknown multiple.

After cultivating this Golden Crow Fission Great Law, Zhang Jian's Yin Spirit still felt no burden, as if cultivating a few more such laws, his Yin Spirit could also withstand them.

Such an omen, even Zhang Jian himself felt the terrifying substance of the manifested Yin Spirit.

After the Golden Crow mark was completely formed, Zhang Jian did not leave, but instead seized the opportunity to go deeper into the inner city of the solar star, approaching the edge of the core, aided by the Solar Divine Form, refining the last traces of yin quality within his body.

……

After the time of Xunyue passed, the dock of Haojing City.

Official ships came one after another from the lower reaches of the canal, and at this time, Zhang Jian and his wife stood on the outskirts of the shore.

Zhang Yi sat honestly to one side, inhaling and exhaling the canal's spiritual qi.

At this time, he was stout like a young calf, sturdy and tall, his appearance only slightly resembling Zhang Jian's, his eyes and brows closer to Bai Li Ying, his expression stern, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, the angles on his face already emerging.

Threads of spiritual qi circulated around him, his mana had already achieved the Great Zhou Heaven.

His cultivation speed during the Qi Refining stage was extremely fast; if not for Zhang Jian insisting he temper his physique, he would probably have already stepped into the Spirit Refining stage.

The half-demon's aptitude is quite peculiar: either it is useless material, incapable of achievement, or else it is extremely talented, even surpassing his parents.

Zhang Zhao was also seven years old now, standing beside Zhang Jian, appearing quite quiet and refined.

Zhang Chang'an had already turned three years old.

She still liked to make noise and fuss.

At this time, she was being watched by Yuyao and Qu Lian.

Beside them, from time to time, begging vagrants tried to approach, but were blocked by Zhang Fu and his men.

Zhang Jian glanced at this dirty dock, slightly furrowed his brows; it was already early winter, yet the weather remained scorching.

It was heard that the surrounding prefectures of Haojing City had already been drought-stricken for half a year, with no rain yet.

Only four or five years had passed, and the drought returned.

And prolonged drought must be followed by flood.

"When heaven sends forth killing intent, dragons and snakes rise to the land!"

Zhang Jian's eyes flickered; the court had already been engaged in year-long warfare, expenditures exceeding income, and encountering several major disasters would likely again form a vast number of refugees and rebels.

"When fortune wanes, what can be done but sigh in vain?"

Zhang Jian's heart stirred secretly.

"Make way, make way, everyone make way, the official ships have docked!"

At this moment, shouts came from afar, the voices of the canal transport office's bailiffs.

And at this time, another squad of strong bailiffs stepped forward, driving the many vagrants and beggars to the side.

As those many official ships began to dock, Zhang Jian and his wife could already see Qi Yi standing erect on the prow, that stalwart figure.

Zhang Jian looked over, he noticed that Qi Yuansi and his wife were not among those entering the capital, yet he faintly heard a clear voice from afar.

"Second elder sister!"

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But see, from the cabin, Qi Yuzhu also walked out, wearing a red robe, her jade countenance bearing three or four parts resemblance to Qi Yuhua, her face lovely and charming, radiant as peach and plum.

Qi Yuhua also saw Qi Yuzhu, and a look of joy appeared on her jade countenance.

At the same time, she noticed the presence of Qi Yi; after the official ships docked, the couple immediately went forward to meet them.

"Grandfather!"

Qi Yi saw the two with their rosy cheeks, also gaining a hint of joy; he saw the three little rascals beside Qi Yuhua, merely glanced at them and his eyes brightened slightly.

Zhang Jian gave a slight greeting; Zhang Yi and Zhang Zhao hurried forward to pay respects.

"Maternal grandfather!"

Zhang Chang'an also called out in a childish voice.

Qi Yi, overjoyed beyond expectation, immediately stepped forward and held Zhang Chang'an in his arms.

"All good children!"

"Yuhua, have these three little ones practiced martial arts? As descendants of a martial family, we cannot let their skills go to waste!"

Qi Yuhua nodded slightly.

"Grandfather, your granddaughter knows."

At that moment, on the distant official road, Qi Yuanwu and Princess Qingfeng each rode tall horses, followed by many guards.

"Father!"

Upon seeing Qi Yi, Qi Yuanwu dismounted with Princess Qingfeng.

"Greetings, Princess!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yi's expression turned solemn; he set down Zhang Chang'an and first bowed to Princess Qingfeng, who merely smiled and did not mind.

"Father-in-law, let us go to the Prince Consort's residence—this place is too crowded and chaotic!"

Princess Qingfeng then turned her gaze to Zhang Jian and his wife.

"A Yu, Yuhua, you too come along—the Prince Consort's manor has already prepared a family banquet for tonight!"

Zhang Jian nodded slightly upon hearing this.

At this moment, his gaze fell upon Qi Yuzhu, who stood beside Qi Yuhua whispering softly; Qi Yuzhu was no longer the same as six years ago.

If six years ago she was merely an innocent girl unaware of the world, now she had grown tall and lovely, her whole being filled with an indescribable youth and charm.

Yet when his gaze fell upon the depths of her brow, he slightly frowned.

Logically, as she was to occupy the throne of the Great Qian, the palace within should be brimming with auspicious energy, but Zhang Jian saw instead a thread of black qi coiling between her brows.

Zhang Jian's gaze shifted—it was not only Qi Yuzhu; deep within Qi Yi's brow, the purple-blue qi also carried a hint of gloom.

"The life palace harbors killing intent, the Tai Sui hides in darkness—alas, this maternal grandfather likely cannot be dissuaded!"

On the contrary, deep within Qi Yuanwu's brow there was no ill omen; his entire being flowed with a noble purple-blue aura, signifying great wealth and honor.

At this moment, Zhang Jian glanced once more at the dock filled with refugees, his expression slightly shaking his head.