Chapter 177

By gathering the primordial spirit to refine the Great Elixir, one transforms into an immortal and leaves the mortal world behind.

This is the Wu Wei Gate, whose existence has almost run through the entire history of the Daoist sects.

Establishing temples on mountains, setting up observatories on mountains, governing all demons and ghosts under heaven, encompassing the incense offerings of the four seas, sweeping across the six directions, and suppressing the Dao throughout the universe.

This lineage was once incomparably glorious; at its peak, all Daoist sects under heaven had to bow their heads by three parts.

From that very beginning, the struggle between the Wu Wei Gate and the Daoist sects has never ceased.

The nine times of "Destroying Mountains and Felling Temples" were almost all led by the Long Hu Zhang family, killing the Wu Wei Gate until it withered several times, nearly to the point of extinction, with no telling how many experts buried within the passage of time.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Wu Wei Gate and the Long Hu Zhang family are sworn enemies; even if heaven and earth were to collapse and all things were to decay, such hatred and such resentment would be difficult to erase, and even if one were to exhaust the waters of the East Sea, it would be difficult to wash away.

One must know, Li Yishan's mother merely stole a man surnamed Zhang, and their family acts as if their ancestral graves had been dug up by someone surnamed Zhang; they do not associate with those surnamed Zhang.

Not to mention the blood feud of the Wu Wei Gate.

But who could have imagined that that former number one expert under heaven, the true master of the Wu Wei Gate in the past, was also surnamed Zhang?

For the Wu Wei Gate, this is unimaginable.

However, everything about the Three-Corpse Daoist's past is a mystery; no one knows his origins, his master, or even his name.

Yet, the Bai He Temple found a glimmer of light from the traces the Three-Corpse Daoist left in this mortal world, a glimmer of light concerning his past.

"So what if you are number one under heaven? If you do not attain the status of an Earthly Immortal, you can only harmonize with the light and mingle with the dust," Li Changgeng said with an expressionless face.

A full sixty years have passed since the Three-Corpse Daoist perished; today, only those Daoist elders truly remember his name. In another sixty years, who else will remember that such a person ever visited this world?

"Let's go."

Li Changgeng's words were natural; in his eyes, Jiang Lai had great research value.

"Legend has it that an immortal once held golden clouds and landed in the mountains; the Three-Corpse Daoist imprisoned the immortal to refine the Dao, only then achieving the Three-Corpse Illumination of Fate."

Just at this moment, Jiang Lai looked at the scroll hanging on the wall with yellow silk and suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" Li Changgeng said indifferently.

"Li Changgeng, this is the Immortal-Imprisoning Temple, not the Bai He Temple. Do you really think you are invincible under heaven and that whatever you say goes?"

Suddenly, Jiang Lai's voice seemed to have changed into that of another person; she turned around, and a mockery that did not belong to her appeared on her fair face.

"Hmm!?"

Li Changgeng raised an eyebrow and slowly reached out his hand; Jiang Lai's figure dissolved instantly like a reflection in water.

"An external scene!?" Li Changgeng was stunned for a moment.

With his level of cultivation, what kind of means could allow him to fall into an external scene without knowing or feeling it, and still not realize it until now?

"Who are you?"

Li Changgeng looked up at the large side hall, not knowing who he was asking.

"Aren't you awesome? Aren't you a peerless genius?"

That mocking voice came again: "Today, I'll make a dish of sweet pepper stir-fried crane meat to break your vegetarian diet."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the large side hall was like a pool of stagnant water, terrifyingly quiet.

Li Changgeng turned around; at some point, the yellow silk that had originally covered the wall had been lifted, revealing the scroll behind it...

Deep in the Cang Mountains, under the black sky, a cold, crescent moon hung high, like a fox's squinting eye, indifferently looking down upon the human world.

A withered, towering figure stood on the Dharma altar; the oversized Daoist robe made his figure appear even more discordant. Behind him hung a character for "Li Changsheng," in an unknown script, like a ghost's talisman. In his palm, he held an immortal peach, and countless black shadows surged from all directions, carrying chilling demonic energy, bowing to that withered, towering figure.

"The Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng!"

The founding patriarch of Long Hu Mountain, Daoist Ancestor Zhang Daoling, once said that when one thought arises, ten thousand thoughts fly, and the multitude of demons will surely arrive to torment human longevity.

This means that when a person has a thought, countless thoughts will follow closely behind; those flying thoughts are like the descent of a multitude of demons, consuming your vital energy and blood, damaging your spirit, drowning your primordial spirit, and a person's lifespan will also be worn away accordingly.

Because of this, Long Hu Mountain once had a painting named "The Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng." The chaotic demonic shadows are a person's thoughts; they come in the name of celebrating longevity, beautiful and intoxicating, yet they are greedily devouring and dividing your lifespan.

That withered figure high above is, in their eyes, a human delicacy.

Roar...

That scroll seemed to possess infinite magic power; almost in an instant, Li Changgeng's eyes changed. His eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins. His Daoist bun immediately burst and scattered, his black hair stood on end, and countless thoughts intertwined and permeated his mind.

"Tsk tsk, not letting a single thought arise is being a stubborn stone; not letting thoughts follow is entering the truth. You haven't even entered this realm, so how can you block this 'Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng'? How is this appetizer?"

That mocking voice echoed in the great hall again.

In Daoist cultivation, being able to not let thoughts follow is already a very high realm; when a thought arises, one is aware of it, and no second thought is born, naturally there is no disturbance from the multitude of demons.

As for not letting a single thought arise, that is not true thoughtlessness, because "nothingness" corresponds to "existence," and having such a distinction shows that it is still a kind of thought itself.

True thoughtlessness is emptiness; within emptiness hides existence, and also hides nothingness; it can exist or not exist, it can not exist or exist...

Such a realm cannot be explained in words; only the Pure Yang Limitless Realm can understand it.

Although Li Changgeng is a heaven-sent genius, he has not yet reached the realm of not letting thoughts follow, so naturally, he cannot block this "Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng" from Long Hu Mountain. The more one uses the primordial spirit to perceive, the easier it is to fall into it.

Those countless demonic shadows exist in everyone's heart; once one enters the painting, ten thousand thoughts will surely arise, tormenting human longevity until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

Throughout history, I don't know how many Daoist experts and peerless geniuses have wanted to use this painting to refine their spirit and heart, but the result was always the birth of ten thousand demonic thoughts, leading to madness and death!?

Roar...

In front of the Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng, Li Changgeng was like a madman. His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze could no longer move away from the scroll in front of him.

At this moment, he was like that withered figure high above, with abundant longevity, yet surrounded by a multitude of demons, ultimately unable to avoid becoming one of those countless black shadows.

Thoughts fly, the multitude of demons torment longevity; I am the demonic shadow, the demonic shadow is me.

Boom...

Just at this moment, Li Changgeng let out another low roar, and the vital energy and blood in his whole body flowed backward at this moment...

His primordial spirit was constantly overturned, sometimes like that long-lived person, sometimes like that demonic shadow filling the sky, as if he would be sucked into the painting at any time, becoming one of the black shadows in that scroll...

This painting seemed to be splashed together by countless primordial spirits.

Whoosh...

Li Changgeng's primordial spirit gradually weakened; initially, it was as scorching as the sun, in an instant it was like a raging fire, and by now, it was like a small flame, tottering, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Finally, Li Changgeng's primordial spirit completely returned to silence, and even that body had no breath, withered and dry, like stiff wood.

"Dead? Is the descendant of the Bai He Temple such a piece of trash?"

The cold voice echoed faintly in the great hall; at this moment, there was no mockery at all.

"The Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng, it really has something."

Just at this moment, Li Changgeng slowly opened his eyes, as if he had returned from the dead. He flicked his sleeves, and the yellow silk that had fallen to the ground flew up, covering the "Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng" on the wall again.

All external scenes dissipated, and the Hall of No-Life was still the Hall of No-Life.

Li Changgeng was still standing in front of the shrine, and not far away was Jiang Lai, staring straight at him.

"It's not like what you said; he didn't die."

Jiang Lai turned her head, as if talking to the air, but there was a camera in the corner, taking in everything in the great hall.

"Seizing Fortune from Heaven and Earth!"

After a moment of silence, that cold voice came again, revealing a trace of solemnity.

Heaven has five fortunes, earth has six energies; all things are born from them, and creation is achieved. If a person can seize the fortune of heaven and earth, they will surely be able to enter the realm of immortality.

This is one of the nine great inner alchemy methods, the most overbearing in the world: Seizing Fortune from Heaven and Earth.

Since ancient times, fortune and momentum have been linked; fortune has ups and downs, and momentum has highs and lows.

For example, a seed is insignificant, yet it can rely on the wind's momentum to travel ten thousand miles away.

A wisp of duckweed is tiny and unbearable, yet it can rely on the waves' momentum to travel across rivers and oceans.

This is the vast momentum, turning with the fortune of the times.

If heaven does not have the fortune of the times, the sun and moon have no light; if earth does not have the fortune of the times, plants and trees do not grow; if a person does not have the fortune of the times, their life and nature do not flow.

The overbearing aspect of Seizing Fortune from Heaven and Earth is that it can circulate fortune, seize life and death, steal yin and yang, determine victory and defeat... all successes and failures are determined by me; wherever I stand, I am the king.

It is said that once this method is practiced to the peak, even the fortune of heaven and earth can be forcibly seized, and then my body will be immortal, and I will live forever.

Just a moment ago, Li Changgeng seized his own fortune, making himself as lowly as wild grass, following life into death, yet he could also be like withered wood meeting spring.

This is a method of placing oneself in a dead end, a way of seeking life within death.

"A mayfly sees the blue sky, and you also know that corner of the blue sky."

Li Changgeng looked indifferently at the surveillance camera in the corner, his gaze becoming cold.

"Who are you pretending to be? I don't believe you aren't affected at all."

The cold voice resounded in the great hall again. Li Changgeng remained silent; he took a step forward, his figure incredibly fast.

At this moment, he was like the leisurely mountain wind, rising with the momentum, unstoppable; in an instant, he had already reached Jiang Lai's front.

Boom...

Jiang Lai threw a backhand punch, the terrifying power directly exploding the air.

Hum...

Just at this moment, Li Changgeng's sleeve corner was messy with the wild wind, setting off strange fluctuations.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Lai's fist landed on Li Changgeng's body; such a powerful and heavy punch was like landing on cotton, not even stirring up the slightest ripple.

"Your fist momentum is exhausted." Li Changgeng whispered solemnly, his broad palm already landing on Jiang Lai's shoulder; with a "crack," the latter's shoulder bone shattered accordingly.

Such terrifying power, described lightly, was even more terrifying and unbelievable than the punch just now.

"Don't go head-to-head with him; serve the main course."

Just at this moment, that cold voice resounded again, revealing a trace of anxiety.

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In front of 【Seizing Fortune from Heaven and Earth】, all means appear ridiculous; fortune can be turned, momentum can be seized; that is truly a mayfly seeing the blue sky, not knowing how high the sky is, not knowing how deep the earth is, and in the end, there is only despair.

Whoosh...

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Lai retreated lightly; such a heavy injury as a shattered shoulder bone could not stir up even half a ripple in her eyes.

"Are you stubborn? Then I can only be a bit rougher." Li Changgeng said indifferently, his eyes seemingly devoid of human emotion, slowly stepping forward.

Just at this moment, Jiang Lai actually took out an iron box from behind her, which was exactly the iron box that had been offered on the shrine just now, the only difference being that the talisman sealing the iron box had been removed.

"Send him on his way."

The cold voice was like a death warrant, suddenly resounding in the 【Hall of No-Life】.

Li Changgeng raised an eyebrow, feeling an unprecedented crisis; in this instant, Jiang Lai opened that long-sealed iron box.

Boom...

A golden glow, brilliant like a long rainbow piercing the sun, rushed out of the ancient iron box, piercing through Li Changgeng's body at such a short distance.

At this moment, that ancient and terrifying aura permeated every corner of the 【Hall of No-Life】, the entire 【Immortal-Imprisoning Temple】 was trembling, the scorching golden glow radiated light, piercing the sky and breaking the clouds ten miles away.

"This is..."

At this moment, Zhang Fan arrived; having just rushed into the great hall, he saw this unbelievable scene.

That terrifying golden glow was brilliant and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at it; destructive fluctuations spread in the great hall, and even Li Changgeng's aura was rapidly weakening at this moment.

"An immortal held the clouds and landed on this mountain."

Just at this moment, the Liu brothers also rushed over, and even Qi Delong, Dongqiang, and Lin Jianyue were alarmed by such a commotion and followed.

Facing such a shocking scene, they even forgot their situation and their stance, only thinking of the legend of Luoxia Mountain.

Golden clouds landed on this mountain, and the Three-Corpse Imprisoning Immortal established a Daoist temple.

"Is this the legendary golden glow? Does it really exist?" Liu Xingchui looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"The Picture of the Multitude of Demons Celebrating Li Changsheng was just an appetizer; this is the main course. Li Changgeng, you won't live today."

The cold voice sounded again, revealing absolute calmness.

"Jiang Lai, close it."

Zhang Fan looked up and saw Jiang Lai holding the iron box, who had also been affected by this golden glow; her arms seemed to be covered by scorching true fire, forming an irreversible injury.

Zhang Fan's eye twitched, and he shouted out.

Boom...

Jiang Lai's gaze was cold, and finally, at this moment, she closed the iron box again; the brilliant golden glow disappeared before everyone's eyes as if returning to its nest.

Whoosh...

Jiang Lai let out a long breath, the iron box fell to the ground with a sound, and her figure was also staggering, about to fall.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan flashed and appeared beside Jiang Lai, supporting her; a warm feeling came with it.

"Finally found you; are you okay?" Zhang Fan asked with concern.

Jiang Lai shook her head weakly, as if that opening and closing just now had exhausted all her strength.

"Holy crap, what was that thing just now?"

The Liu brothers looked at each other, already stunned; such terrifying power, even for Daoist practitioners, was jaw-dropping, as if falling into a dream.

"Who is that person? He should be dead, right? Not even slag would be left."

Liu Xingyu muttered, subconsciously looking at where Li Changgeng had just been.

"Really careless."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from the dispersed smoke and dust.

Everyone's expression changed suddenly, and they saw Li Changgeng slowly walking out; a huge blood hole appeared in his lower abdomen, pierced through, with intestines and internal organs clearly visible, and chilling white bones sticking to scarlet blood.

Such a heavy injury, if it were anyone else, they would have died long ago.

"He didn't die... is he still human?"

"Holy crap... what kind of person is this? He didn't die even after being pierced by that kind of power?"

The Liu brothers and Lin Jianyue were in a trance, only feeling it was somewhat unbelievable.

"Be careful!!!"

Just at this moment, that cold voice suddenly sounded, reminding everyone.

Whoosh...

Before the voice fell, Li Changgeng appeared behind the Liu brothers, Qi Delong, Dongqiang, and Lin Jianyue; a terrifying pressure rose like an angry tide, pressing the three figures into a panic.

Following that, clusters of airflow surged out from the bodies of the three, turning into Li Changgeng's body.

The next moment, the three figures immediately collapsed to the ground; their complexions became incomparably pale, and they even seemed to have aged a bit, especially the Liu brothers, whose originally full head of black hair actually had two white hairs.

At the same time, the injury on Li Changgeng's lower abdomen was actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Seizing vitality!?"

The cold voice sounded again, revealing a trace of solemnity.

Seizing Fortune from Heaven and Earth is simply too heaven-defying; such means, such injuries actually couldn't kill him!!!

"You..."

At this moment, the Liu brothers looked at Li Changgeng in horror, and Lin Jianyue's complexion was even more miserable; just a moment ago, she felt her primordial spirit was about to leave her body and return to the embrace of the person in front of her.

Such power is unimaginable.

"Li Changgeng!"

Among those present, only Qi Delong and Dongqiang recognized him, and the look in their eyes toward the former was full of awe.

The two brothers had once followed their elders from Laojun Mountain to visit the Bai He Temple and had seen Li Changgeng.

Compared to the lightness of that time, the Li Changgeng in front of them was even more terrifying, terrifying to the point of not being human.

At this moment, his injuries had all recovered, and his indifferent gaze swept over everyone's faces, finally landing on the surveillance camera in the corner.

At this time, a terrifying thought rose in everyone's hearts; they seemed to be facing a monster wearing a human skin.

"If you don't come out, I'm going to kill." Li Changgeng said indifferently.

"Fine, you didn't eat the appetizer, and the main course isn't to your taste; I can only serve the grand finale."

The surveillance camera slowly rotated, accompanied by the cold voice sounding again.

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan looked at the rotating surveillance camera and couldn't help but show a strange expression.

He felt this voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, just... not long ago... on the high-speed train...

"Evil God!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes widened, staring fixedly at the camera aimed at himself, his expression becoming incomparably wonderful.

"Grand finale?"

Unlike Zhang Fan's thoughts, everyone was stunned at this moment; they could see that someone was laying out a plan here, wanting to trap and kill Li Changgeng, and the means were endless; was that terrifying golden glow just a regular main course?

How terrifying must the grand finale be?

"Close the door, release Zhang Fan!"

Just at this moment, the door of the Hall of No-Life slammed shut, and the cold voice resounded in everyone's ears, as if the earth was shattering, carrying undisguised excitement and madness.

(End of chapter)