Chapter 148: Awakening of the Medicine Sect's Inheritance

The massive black stone altar trembled violently! As if a giant beast that had slept for a thousand years had been fully awakened! The blood-red channels densely covering the altar's surface, like dry riverbeds of hundreds of millions of years infused with the water of life, suddenly burst forth with streaks of dark red light!

The light was no longer a dull, lifeless dark red, but carried a vivid, flowing quality, like revived blood vessels, spreading rapidly along the extremely intricate patterns, and in accordance with some ancient and mysterious order, it lit up one by one all the twisted symbols on the altar surface!

"Boom!"

The dazzling light shot up into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark underground space as bright as daytime! Yet this light was not blinding; instead, it carried an indescribable solemnity, sanctity, and purity! Wherever the light reached, the air seemed to have been cleansed!

The vengeful spirits that had originally been frenziedly lunging at the altar, when struck by this sudden purifying light, were like snow meeting the scorching sun! They emitted wave after wave of silent yet extremely piercing wails; their twisted forms rapidly melted and faded in the light, unable to even struggle, and in the blink of an eye turned into wisps of green smoke, completely dissipating in the air without leaving a trace!

The monsters formed from rotting mud and resentful energy didn't even have time to utter a wail; in this overwhelming light they crumbled like foam, turning back into insignificant pebbles and dust on the ground!

The blood stench so thick it could not be dispelled, the cold and resentful malicious aura, and the taint from Zhou Qian's sorcery, as if swept away by an invisible purifying storm, swiftly receded, replaced by an ancient, vast, utterly pure aura that made one's mind and spirit tranquil!

"No! Impossible! How could this be possible!"

Zhou Qian's old face instantly turned as pale as a corpse; the muscles on his face twisted violently from extreme shock and uncontrollable fear, and his eyes bulged almost to pop out of their sockets!

The Soul-Binding Curse he had placed on Zhang Jun and Lin Xue, at the moment the altar was activated, snapped as easily as fragile spider silk, not even raising a ripple!

What's more terrifying, the altar's burst of utterly pure purifying power was, for a sorcerer like him who had long been immersed in yin evil and filth, practically the deadliest nemesis in the world—like pouring concentrated sulfuric acid onto flesh and blood!

"Pfft!"

Zhou Qian, as if struck by lightning, shuddered violently and could no longer hold back, spitting out a large mouthful of black, foul-smelling blood that even contained tiny bits of flesh! The foundation of his sorcery used to communicate with yin evil forces, under the impact of this vast pure power, shattered like glass hit by a heavy hammer, breaking apart piece by piece!

He felt his power draining away like a flood bursting through an open gate, his body as if simultaneously thrown into a furnace and an ice cellar; that extreme pain of ice and fire made him almost faint on the spot!

The evil arts were forcibly broken, and he himself suffered an unprecedented, nearly devastating backlash!

"Run! Hurry up!" The last trace of greed in Zhou Qian's eyes was replaced by boundless horror and unwillingness; he no longer cared about any damn altar or inheritance—survival was paramount!

He let out a hoarse roar, his voice changed, enduring the tearing pain, he wrapped himself in the remaining thin black mist, taking with him the several shadow guards likewise scorched by the light, weak and stiff in movement, he rolled and crawled in a sorry state toward the breach that had exploded when they arrived, fleeing for his life! In that sorry state, he bore no trace of the demeanor of a great evil master!

"Run faster, don't fall, old man!" Zhang Jun couldn't help shouting at his sorry, tumbling state, his tone full of undisguised mockery.

On the other side, Qin Yueyao and her Qin family retinue were completely dumbfounded, each standing frozen like they'd been hit with a paralysis spell.

They watched helplessly as the lifeless black stone altar, under the unbelievable actions of the two youths, went from silent to blazing with light; they watched the resentful spirits and evil objects that had seemed troublesome or even frightening to them vanish like snow and ice under sunlight;

watching Zhou Qian, who had just been arrogant and declared he would blood‑sacrifice them, now beaten, vomiting blood and fleeing in sorry state like a stray dog; watching Zhang Jun and Lin Xue standing at the altar's center, enveloped by that vast pure light, their aura rising steadily…

All that had happened before their eyes had completely overturned their cognition, shattering the worldview they had built since childhood!

Is this the true power of the Medicine Sect? Is this the legendary altar said to be capable of reversing yin and yang and communicating with heaven and earth? What the Qin family has guarded generation after generation turns out to be such a terrifying and great existence!

On Qin Yueyao's usually expressionless face, for the first time appeared an incredulous shock; her gaze, complex, fell on the two people in the light, and a hint of awe—something she herself hadn't even noticed—quietly surfaced.

Beside them, a Qin family expert instinctively touched the device at his waist, feeling that those high‑tech gadgets, in the face of this miracle before them, were nothing more than a child's toys.

And at this moment, Zhang Jun and Lin Xue, standing at the altar's center and enveloped by that vast light, were undergoing a transformation so profound it defied description, a complete overturning of heaven and earth.

After the altar was fully activated, at the very center where there had originally been a dark depression, a slowly rotating vortex of pure energy appeared. Deep within the vortex emanated an ancient, vast aura, as if it contained the secrets of the primordial creation of heaven and earth.

An immeasurably vast torrent of information, seeming to contain the ultimate truths of the universe, surged forth from the vortex, transforming into two gentle yet irresistible beams of light that respectively entered the glabella of Zhang Jun and Lin Xue!

That is the Medicine Sect's most core, most complete inheritance!

Not only those long‑lost, miraculous medical arts capable of reviving the dead and turning flesh to white bone, but also the matching cultivation heart method that points directly to the source of the Great Dao, the profound and mysterious ways of using those complex runes, even including the true origin of this altar, its detailed method of control, and… crucial clues concerning those several mysterious fragments and the deeper secrets of the White Pagoda Temple!

The amount of information was so huge it almost threatened to burst their consciousness, yet strangely, it felt as if it had long been buried deep in their souls, merely being reawakened and activated now, then imprinted upon their awareness with perfect clarity, as if it were innate.

At the same time, the pure yang inner strength and profound yin inner strength within their bodies, as if pulled, washed, and tempered by some higher‑level force, began to spin wildly, being refined and elevated!

Zhang Jun only felt an indescribable scorching warm current surge up from his dantian, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones; every pore opened, every cell rejoiced!

The already extremely pure and overbearing pure yang energy became even more condensed and weighty, like sunlight settled for a thousand years, bearing the supreme majesty of a blazing great sun that destroys all yin evil! He even felt that with a casual punch he could shatter his former self!