Chapter 108: The Starting Point of Fate! The New Human Zodiac

Three feet above the head, the Northern Dipper stars shine.

Starlight shines brightly, the weather is the king of the heavens.

"Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra, Doumu Doumu Yuanjun!?"

All the stars in the sky take the Northern Dipper as their sovereign. However, the nine stars of the Northern Dipper are the sons of Doumu Doumu Yuanjun.

In ancient mythology, Doumu Doumu Yuanjun is the master of the Heavenly Court's Dipper Department, the mother of all stars in the heavens, who governs the Jin Que, sits in command of the Dipper Mansion, resides at the head of all the constellations of the Zhou Heavens, and is the supreme deity of the Northern Pole's purple Qi; the eighty-four thousand stars and evil spirits all submit and obey her orders.

"He actually really mastered it?" Xia Xia Weisheng's eyes were filled with incredulity.

Back then, when she passed the Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra to Zhang Fan, it was just a prank. Although his cultivation was insufficient and chanting the mantra would harm his body, even if no one told him, the Dao Secret Record passed to him by Zhenwu Mountain had relevant warnings.

The Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra belongs to a profound technique among Daoist secret mantras, offering sacrifices to Doumu Doumu Yuanjun, praying to the stars of the Dipper Mansion, repelling demons, killing everything...

Back then, she did not know how much time and effort she had spent cultivating this mantra.

How long had Zhang Fan been down the mountain!?

"Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra... he really is a monster!"

At this moment, Daoist Pojie, who had just arrived at the graveyard, stood in the distance, feeling the changes in the surrounding qi, looking up at the brilliant stars in the sky, a strange glint appearing in his eyes.

"Great merit hangs over life, boundless magic power."

"Qi enters the mysterious, movement combines with the nine rushes."

"Myriad stars evil sha, awe my Dao weight."

Zhang Fan's voice seemed to grow louder and louder, like Sanskrit chanting, shaking the ears and eyes. In a trance, where the Northern Dipper starry sky was, starlight seemed to fall, reflecting on his body. Under his skin, the flowing True Yang bloomed with mottled rosy light, faintly passing through his palm and merging into Wen He's body.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, Wen He raised her head violently. In her eyes, mottled rosy light appeared, and the Divine Sha Battle Robe came completely alive at this moment, the texture of the skin transforming into mysterious talisman scripts...

"Zhang Fan... it's him again!"

Wang Tao's body was covered in arcs of light, pulling her and Bai Buran away by a violent distance. She subconsciously looked in the direction of Zhang Fan, a cold expression appearing on her beautiful face.

Back then, at Taoyuan Square, Pig lured He Family's He Fei, sacrificed the Great Fierce Dragon Tooth, and refined the Dragon Saliva Treasure Liquid, but in the end, it was also because of Zhang Fan that it fell through.

"Good junior brother, you really are a variable." There was only chilling coldness in Wang Tao's eyes.

"Sure enough, wherever there is trouble, he is there..."

Bai Buran looked at Zhang Fan in the curtain of starlight, his mouth curling slightly, his eyes filled with a trace of gratification.

Ever since the day Zhang Fan joined Ye Bu Liang, Bai Buran knew this would be trouble, but this trouble had brought him too many surprises, and of course, fear.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, even the cold and ruthless Horse could not help but have a glint in his eyes.

That day, the Shen family's 【Uncle Xuan Tian Treasure Mirror】 was destroyed in Zhang Fan's hands. The ambitions of three generations fell through in the end, and even the Human Talisman Jiang Hu, whom he had coveted, avoided the calamity of the Great Ye Bu Liang because of him.

"When things are abnormal, there must be a demon... this little brat..."

Rumble...

Just at this moment, a terrifying fluctuation attracted everyone's attention.

Wen He raised her head, the tendons at her neck appearing, accompanied by a painful moan. The Divine Sha Battle Robe seemed to be about to peel away from under her original skin, scarlet blood dripping to the ground.

Jin Mao's powerful soul-aspect combined with the Northern Dipper Spirit Refining technique had already activated it. Now, under the blessing of Zhang Fan's 【Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra】, the activity of the Divine Sha Battle Robe reached an unprecedented level.

"Uncle-Master, haven't you always wanted to see this treasure of the sect?"

Wen He gritted her teeth. In the brilliant starlight, her face gradually blurred, only the stubbornness in her eyes never faded.

Jin Mao stood motionless. He seemed to be still calculating, peering into the truth amidst the endless void and false appearances.

Rumble...

The flames of the seven lamps sublimated to the extreme, exploding violently. The brilliant starlight gathered at one point on the Divine Sha Battle Robe, like a startled dragon leaving the abyss, surging out with lightning speed.

Accompanied by a sonic boom, the brilliant starlight pierced through Jin Mao's body like a startled swan crossing the sky.

The scarlet blood evaporated in the brilliant starlight. At Jin Mao's lower abdomen, a blood hole could see the scene on the other side.

"Life talisman, life extension technique!"

Almost at the same time, Horse appeared beside Jin Mao like a ghost. Scarlet blood flowed, flashing with strange talisman scripts, actually filling the shocking wound.

"All things are talismans, truly incredible," Xia Xia Weisheng said solemnly.

This is a Daoist supernatural power, a heaven-sent technique. Once awakened, all things can be transformed into talismans. In a single thought, the Dharma formula is formed.

"Everyone, farewell!"

Wang Tao whispered, having already retreated to Horse's side.

"Great Thunder Buries the Earth!"

Almost at the same time, Xia Xia Weisheng pressed both hands violently toward the ground. Surging thunder covered a hundred-meter range in an instant, the surging arc light like a prison, trapping all living things.

"Devouring Earth Silkworm Thunder!"

Wang Tao's feet trembled lightly, her skin and flesh seeming to wriggle. Following that, the surrounding thunder arc light actually surged toward her smooth, fair feet.

"Escape talisman, turn space!" Wu Wu Qilu whispered, his cold gaze finally falling on Zhang Fan.

Before the words had faded, the surrounding air underwent an unusual backflow. In an instant, the three of them disappeared in front of everyone.

"Worthy of being a Daoist supernatural power, truly difficult to solve."

At this moment, Daoist Pojie arrived, his expression solemn. Standing where the three had just disappeared, he leaned down and picked up the soil on the ground to smell it.

Daoist supernatural power is heaven-sent, not something that can be obtained by cultivation. Those who can awaken it must be one in ten thousand.

Since it is a heaven-sent technique, it must be a bug without a doubt.

You must know, when Chu Chu Chaoran was thirty years younger, he had also awakened a Daoist supernatural power, but after so many years, he had entered the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, and no one had seen what his supernatural power was for a long time.

Thump...

Just at this moment, a muffled sound rang out, and Zhang Fan and Wen He fell to the ground at the same time.

The consumption in that instant just now was too great for them. Zhang Fan was better; his soul-aspect was already powerful, and he only felt weak at this time.

But Wen He... something like the Divine Sha Battle Robe was still too early for her now.

If it weren't for Jin Mao starting it with his soul-aspect, if it weren't for Zhang Fan blessing it with the Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra, she would probably only be left with a skin at this time.

"Five Thunders Prohibition!"

Xia Xia Weisheng leaned down to check, her right hand slowly landing on Wen He's high chest. Thunder light surged between her five fingers. As soon as it touched, talisman scripts flashed, branded on Wen He's chest.

Instantly, the Divine Sha Battle Robe, which still carried activity, gradually calmed down, merging with Wen He's flesh and blood again.

"Is this a thing of my Daoist gate? I can only handle it simply for now," Xia Xia Weisheng said to herself.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Fan: "Are you okay?"

"I'm not dead yet," Zhang Fan curled his lips.

It must be said that Xia Xia Weisheng arrived just in time, otherwise, tonight, relying only on him and Bai Buran, it would probably be more ominous than auspicious.

"I suspect you are here to collect a debt," Xia Xia Weisheng's beautiful eyes narrowed, staring at Zhang Fan without blinking.

Before, the Zhenwu Mountain Jade Tablet transmission ended without a problem because of Zhang Fan, and even the Zhenwu Jade Tablet was fused and taken away by him.

Now, Xia Xia Weisheng and Daoist Pojie represented Zhenwu Mountain, and just after coming down the mountain, they helped him once.

If Zhang Fan were a debt-collecting ghost, it seems there would be nothing wrong with their Zhenwu Mountain being responsible for repaying the debt.

"Why are you two chatting?"

Daoist Pojie walked over, looking at the mess everywhere, and the collapsed grave markers, feeling a huge headache.

"Senior Brother, don't you like cleaning up messes the most?"

"I'm fucking forced to clean up the mess, I don't like cleaning up the mess."

As a monk, Daoist Pojie couldn't help but break the precept and swear.

He never dreamed that the first thing he did after coming down the mountain would be to clean up a mess.

If it had nothing to do with his Zhenwu Mountain, that would be fine. Bai Buran is a discarded disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, Zhang Fan is now also registered in Zhenwu Mountain, and as for Xia Xia Weisheng, she is definitely a successor of Zhenwu Mountain.

Her reputation outside is even bigger than his, the senior brother.

"You guys go quickly, the Dao Alliance people are coming soon." Daoist Pojie looked at the mess, quite helpless, and could only push everything onto the Wu Wei demons. They were the ones who caused the evil in the first place, if they weren't convinced, let them come out and confront them.

"Senior Brother has worked hard."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Daoist Pojie."

"Work hard."

Xia Xia Weisheng, Zhang Fan, and Bai Buran patted Daoist Pojie on the shoulder and left quickly with Wen He without looking back.

Returning home, it was already two in the morning.

Zhang Fan had never felt so exhausted, which showed how much the Divine Sha Battle Robe had consumed his soul-aspect.

This time, Zhang Fan did not take the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong and fell into a deep sleep.

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In the soul-aspect inner scene, the stars were still rotating. The heavenly secrets calculated by the Divine Sha Battle Robe were manifested at this moment.

Endless light and shadow danced, and time returned to that night ten years ago.

Under Long Hu Shan, in the chaotic darkness, a lean figure walked out from the mountain, draped in starlight, treading on moonlight. His figure's outline was extremely similar to Zhang Lingzong's.

At this moment, he was carrying something on his back.

It was a coffin, which seemed to be only half the size of a normal coffin.

Under Long Hu Shan, the man put down the coffin he was carrying. Before the towering mountain, under the bright moonlight, the coffin slowly opened.

A small, tender white hand actually reached out from inside.

Following that, a young girl slowly walked out from the coffin, her short hair reaching her shoulders, her eyes ethereal.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect trembled, he simply couldn't believe it.

Rumble...

The light and shadow vanished, changing again. This time, Zhang Fan was incomparably familiar with it.

In front of the dilapidated Daoist temple, the great enemy walked away, riding a white crane, blood staining the long sky.

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan used the Soul-Splitting Technique, amidst the rolling heavenly thunder, with Jiang Lai's help, divided his soul-aspect into three. The powerful force blasted Jiang Lai away, sinking into the desolate mountains.

This night was destined to be sleepless. Who knows how many white bones were buried in Long Hu, who knows how many Daoist paths fell into the human world.

The stars shifted, the full moon set in the west.

The young girl slowly crawled out from a large pit, her ethereal gaze looking in the direction of the dilapidated Daoist temple.

"The Great Lingzong Wang actually brought a living person out of Long Hu Shan!?"

Just at this moment, a fat man walked over. He didn't say a word, his whole body's fat trembling.

"Hehe, they fought to the death, but didn't expect it would eventually fall into my hands."

As he spoke, the fat man walked toward the incomparably weak young girl.

"Layperson, go back."

Suddenly, an old voice rang out in the desolate wilderness.

"Hmm!?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed. He looked up and saw an old Daoist priest, looking like a farmer in the field, walking over swayingly.

"Who are you? I am Pig..."

Before the words had faded, the old man sighed. In an instant, the fat man seemed to fall into a boundless purgatory. Skin, flesh, fat, bones, internal organs... as if refined by an unknown fire, in an instant, he turned into ashes and scattered.

The young girl looked at this scene, her face without the slightest ripple. She turned around and looked at the old man.

"Little girl, what is your name?" The old man revealed a kind expression.

"Jiang Lai."

"Come with me."

The young girl hesitated slightly, turning her head to look in the direction of the dilapidated Daoist temple.

"One day, we will meet again, at the starting point of fate..."

As he spoke, the old man turned and walked into the distance.

The young girl paused slightly and followed closely.

"Grandpa, what is your name?"

"Chu Chu Chaoran!"

The faint words settled in this nameless wilderness, scattering like dust.

There are many strange scenes in the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, deep in a great mountain.

Melodious bell sounds rang out, curling incense smoke rising.

Hidden by mountains and forests, an ancient, simple Daoist temple was hidden within.

Deep in the Daoist temple, in a small building, a dim light shone in a secluded room. In the middle was a large round table with thirteen seats. Although they were empty, a candle and three sticks of incense were lit in front of twelve of the seats. Only the seat at the very top was empty and cold.

The rising incense smoke revealed the shadows of twelve kinds of animals, only the shadow of the rooster appeared incomparably ethereal and weak, as if it could dissipate at any time.

"Rooster, you failed."

A majestic voice came from the incense smoke of the dragon image, as if thunder were shaking, causing the walls to tremble.

"Hehe, failure... how could I fail?"

Jin Mao's voice rang out slowly, although weak, it revealed a sense of pride.

"I saw it... Zhang Lingzong, and his cub... they are not dead yet..."

Once these words were spoken, the secluded room fell into silence, and even heavy breathing could be heard.

The Great Lingzong Wang, that man was still alive. This was simply a nightmare for them.

"Besides that, I also saw that wicked seed..."

"Where is he?"

"Zhang Fan! He is that anomaly from back then..."

Hum...

As soon as the words fell, the incense smoke of the pig image and the horse image swayed violently, obviously deeply shocked by this news.

"So, he entered the Great Ye Bu Liang and has not yet escaped the calamity!"

Just at this moment, a mysterious voice came from the incense smoke of the rat image, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

"No need to hesitate, no need to fear... even if that father and son are alive, it doesn't matter. Today is different from the past."

The incense smoke of the rat image swayed ethereally, as if kowtowing in worship, sweeping toward the seat at the very top.

"You mean..."

"The Immortal's seat has been empty for too long."

"One person, one mountain, that is the Immortal!"

As soon as the words fell, the candle at the very top, which had originally been extinguished, lit up violently.

"There is no superior grade among the three teachings, since ancient times only the Dao is honored alone!"

Suddenly, a mysterious voice came from that faint candlelight. In the rising incense, a figure was about to emerge.

"In this generation, Wu Wei shall flourish."

"Welcome the Human Zodiac!!"

Just at this moment, twelve voices rang out in unison, chanting that supreme name.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 109 =====