Chapter 216: The Realm of Pure Yang Limitless! Escaping the Great Calamity (5k Chapter)

The night had deepened.

Within the secluded courtyard of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, a wave of ethereal bell chimes rang out, plucking at the nerves of everyone present.

"That is the direction of the Black Market."

Lou Hechuan walked to the windowsill and looked at the sky. A smear of black clouds unfurled like thick ink, obscuring the bright moon, revealing three parts ghostly charm and seven parts ominousness.

"The Ferocious Gate has opened wide, the atmospheric signs portend disaster. Something has happened."

Meng Qinghuan walked over, looking in the same direction, a look of solemnity appearing on her pretty face.

Atmospheric signs undergo changes; directions derive auspiciousness and misfortune.

If one were to say which direction in the entire Yujing City was the most ferocious tonight, it was where the Black Market was located, and that sign of great ferocity had formed suddenly and was growing increasingly intense.

Rumble...

The alarm bell rang long and hard. One after another, the vehicles of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance drove out of the main courtyard, rushing toward the abandoned building where the Black Market was located.

Whoosh...

The night wind howled even more frantically, sounding like ghosts weeping and crying in the night.

Lou Hechuan's expression changed slightly; he could finally no longer sit still. He could feel the temperature in the air dropping.

To ordinary people, this was merely a normal change in weather after the onset of winter.

But in the eyes of this President of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, it was a warning.

"Did something happen to Fang Changle? Is it the evildoer from the Wu Wei Sect?" A trace of solemnity also surged in Meng Qinghuan's beautiful eyes.

She knew that if the atmospheric signs capable of producing such a phenomenon could not be controlled, it would likely cause no small amount of trouble. Tomorrow's news would again be filled with reports of liquefied gas leaks...

"I can't wait any longer..."

Lou Hechuan's expression was ugly; he turned and left.

"Old Lou, I will go with you." Meng Qinghuan did not hesitate in the slightest.

Rumble...

Just at this moment, a dull, muffled sound came from the direction of the Black Market.

Lou Hechuan and Meng Qinghuan subconsciously stopped their steps and turned to look. They saw that above the Black Market, a smear of crimson was rising, vaguely like a great star flowing through the sky, appearing as if the clear sky were burning with fire.

"This is..."

"Someone is using Fire Art, lighting a lamp in the clear sky!?" Meng Qinghuan's gaze narrowed to a line. What kind of experience did she have? To be able to produce such atmospheric signs, the Fire Art must be profound.

At this moment, in the Luohuang Mountains, within the Juemiao Temple.

The faint lamplight flickered, stretching the mysterious shadow long. Ethereal eyes looked through the window toward the sky.

"Fire Art achieved, Nine Dragons combined... The seed of the Zhang family..."

A sigh fell, like ripples on autumn water, gradually dissolving within those withered mountains.

Rumble...

Inside the abandoned Black Market building.

Zhang Fan walked out from the True Fire. His majestic figure suppressed a patch of shadows. Nine fire dragons soared into the sky from his Dharma seal, coiling on the dome of the warehouse. Their brilliant pressure shook the building until it was on the verge of collapse, and cracks spread along the walls.

"This is... the Fire Art has reached completion!?"

Fang Changle's gaze trembled. Looking at Zhang Fan at this moment, it was as if he no longer recognized him.

The nine fire dragons slowly converged, entwining with each other like a huge lampshade, covering the abandoned building as if sealing it shut.

"Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!" Zhang Fan whispered.

At this moment, his 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 had finally stepped into a new level.

This technique was inspired by Feng Ping'an and originated from the *Investiture of the Gods*, the treasure of Master Taiyi from the Golden Light Cave of Mount Qianyuan, the 【Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover】. Relying on this treasure, he had killed Lady Shiji, body and soul, turning her into flying ash.

At this time, Zhang Fan's combination of the nine dragons possessed this very mystery.

Under the seal of the nine fire dragons, the abandoned building became like a pressure cooker, with terrifying firepower continuously spraying and pressing inward.

The air seemed to be burning; every wisp was incomparably scalding.

"Roar..."

Those messy ghost shadows filling the sky let out miserable screams in such a boiling True Fire space, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into flying ash.

"Fire Art achieved... You have actually touched upon such a realm?"

Hong Shanjun's voice came from the vast firelight, wrapped in deep shock and disbelief. The black light around his body was actually beginning to disintegrate under the pressure of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

"Yin Tiger, let me see if your demonic power is a foot tall or if my Dao is ten feet tall."

Zhang Fan was fearless. His 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 had been tempered several times, reborn, and now, having received the blessing and enlightenment of the Maoshan 【Red Dragon Jade Talisman】, his Fire Art was complete, warding off demons, and naturally, he did not fear this Ten Thousand Ghost Prison.

Rumble...

The nine fire dragons converged seamlessly, becoming one. The scorching fire sprayed inward, and the sealed space formed high pressure. Even with Zhang Fan protecting him, Fang Changle felt a trace of fear; his soul-aspect trembled, and the Red Dragon Jade Talisman was on the verge of emerging.

Such Fire Art almost surpassed anything he had seen in his life.

"I don't believe that you two brothers will be my nemesis." Hong Shanjun roared in a low voice, fierce light showing in his eyes.

Bang...

Before the words had even faded, the high pressure of the True Fire evaporated the black light around his body, and the ghost faces filling the sky instantly turned into smoke and clouds.

"The Ten Thousand Ghost Domain... is broken..." Fang Changle muttered softly.

"It's not over yet..."

Hong Shanjun's figure leaped up. Just as he was about to move, a wisp of black shadow pierced through the air and directly penetrated his chest.

The black rat was hiding in the dark and had actually struck at this moment. Its black hair was like a sharp blade, splashing blood as it landed.

"Even if you are a real tiger, you have to lie down here today."

Zhang Fan took a step and had already flashed to Hong Shanjun's side. He raised his right hand, golden light flashing. The Majestic Spirit Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal reappeared with ferocious power, directly slapping down on his forehead. It slapped Hong Shanjun until his head was broken and bleeding, stars danced before his eyes, and his whole body stiffened, actually falling down directly.

Whoosh...

The Yin wind blew past, the heat wave surged, the nine fire dragons slowly dissipated, and all the strange phenomena vanished into thin air.

The large warehouse had long since become a ruin, and the once unfinished building had thoroughly become a dangerous structure.

Zhang Fan let out a long breath, his body like a deflated balloon, and he sat down on Hong Shanjun's body with a thud.

"Finally caught a live one." Zhang Fan looked at the spoils of war beneath him, a smile appearing on his tired face.

Although this battle was arduous, his harvest was huge. Not only did he promote the 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 to a Great Achievement Art and perfect the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, but he also caught Yin Tiger.

Last time, in Luoxia Town, although he defeated Hai Pig, in the end, that thing actually ate itself. Zhang Fan didn't know if it was dead or alive.

But this time was different; the feeling under his butt was real.

"Should I just kill him?"

Zhang Fan was thoughtful. Yin Tiger was one of the Thirteen Zodiacs; his value was self-evident. But if he fell into the hands of the Daoist Alliance, and he spilled the identities of his entire family, that would truly be too late to cry.

Thinking of this, a murderous intent suddenly rose in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but look outside the building. A strange fluctuation quietly emerged, covering the entire Yujing City.

At this very moment, the black clouds slowly dissipated, revealing a bright moon.

"What a great fire dyeing the clear sky, truly wonderful!"

On Luohuang Mountain, in the Juemiao Temple.

The flickering firelight extinguished at this moment, and the incense in the temple seemed to have its wind stolen by the firelight staining the sky.

Just at this moment, a soft sound rang out leisurely, accompanied by a slender figure walking out of the temple.

That was a young man with distinct, handsome features, but his complexion was as pale as if he were sick. His hands were like withered bones, with only skin wrapping the bones, and his hollow eyes revealed indifference and numbness.

The Master of Juemiao Temple, Mr. Nian.

For more than ten years, he had been trapped in Yujing City, trapped on Luohuang Mountain, trapped in Juemiao Temple... never seeing the light of day, only because he had lost to Chu Chaoran back then, lost to a single thought of the other party.

Hum...

Above Yujing City, the bright moon flowed white, reflecting Mr. Nian's miserable face.

His eyes were unfocused, countless light and shadows jumping. At this moment, it was as if he had returned to that year.

That year, on Mount Zhenwu.

He finally stood before the number one person in the current Daoist world.

"All Dharmas are impermanent, only Mr. Nian... truly, the younger generation is to be feared."

Inside the Qingwei Palace, before the Pure Yang Hall.

Mr. Nian, who had been hiding his name for five years, suddenly launched an attack, sweeping across Mount Zhenwu as if entering an uninhabited realm. The three great Celestial Masters could not stop him.

Such divine power was overwhelming, such tyranny was extraordinary, attracting eight hundred Daoist priests to surround the Qingwei Palace.

At that moment, the doors of the Pure Yang Hall opened wide, and that white-bearded old Daoist, who looked like an old farmer, finally walked out.

The younger generation is to be feared; such words coming from the mouth of the Pure Yang True Person were already the highest praise in the current world.

"Wu Wei Sect!"

Up and down Mount Zhenwu, it was as if they were facing a great enemy. Everyone's gaze fell on that young Daoist priest.

However, in his eyes, there was only the supreme person of the current world.

"The True Person back then, at the peak of Mount Dongyue, cut off the path of the Three Corpse Daoist... This junior follows the Wu Wei Sect and wants to see the realm of Pure Yang Limitless."

"You are arrogant!"

A violent shout rang out like rolling thunder, echoing before the Pure Yang Hall. The farmer-like old Daoist raised his hand and pressed it into the void, just smiling, before saying: "Young man, how about I make a bet with you?"

"What bet?"

"Your Daoist name is Mr. Nian, so I will bet a thought with you. If you lose, then go help me guard a place."

"What place?"

"Yujing!"

"Good!"

Hum...

A gust of wind blew past, and a leaf on the big tree before the Pure Yang Hall fell leisurely.

In an instant, the world before Mr. Nian's eyes suddenly changed color, wind and clouds surged, heavenly thunder hooked with earthly fire, and all phenomena turned into dust.

The world was vast and boundless; it seemed as if only he remained. He saw endless demonic calamities and saw the end of the Dharma in all worlds.

Countless thoughts sprouted. In this doomsday, they all turned into demonic phases, occupying the red dust, actually acting as that ancestor, actually calling themselves that honored one.

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All Dharmas are impermanent, only Mr. Nian.

When ten thousand thoughts fly, that is the arrival of the end of the Dharma.

When not a single thought arises, that is the great calamity of cultivation.

Whoosh...

The mountain wind blew, and the fallen leaves drifted before Mr. Nian's eyes, not yet landing.

Before him was still the Pure Yang Hall, and that old Daoist who looked like an old farmer was still standing there quietly, seemingly not having moved a single bit, his eyes full of compassion and pity.

He fell to his knees with a thud. From then on, his soul-aspect was like being shackled, and his appearance gradually became withered.

"Not a single thought arising is the greatest obsession of a cultivator."

On Luohuang Mountain, in the Juemiao Temple, Mr. Nian muttered softly, a trace of enlightenment showing in his eyes.

"Not a single thought arising, yet being able to be clearly aware—that is the realm of Pure Yang Limitless."

That gambling match back then was quiet and silent; no one on Mount Zhenwu understood it.

But in the space of a breath, the winner and loser were decided. Chu Chaoran stood still, and Mr. Nian also did not move a single bit.

However, no one knew that in that space of a breath, Mr. Nian had experienced the greatest calamity since he began cultivation.

Thoughts are the greatest enemy of cultivation. As long as there are thoughts, they are consuming Qi and blood, eventually defeating the body and losing the soul-aspect.

So-called cultivation is to suppress the conscious spirit and nourish the soul-aspect until the realm of not a single thought arising is reached. This is the goal of all cultivators.

However, this single thought alone is like entering a demonic barrier, giving birth to the greatest obsession of cultivation.

Chu Chaoran is a living True Person of the current world, having cultivated to the realm of Pure Yang Limitless. He naturally realized the mystery within.

Not a single thought arising is like a stubborn stone, grass, or wood.

Only by having not a single thought arise, yet being able to be clearly aware, is that the Great Dao of Nature, that is Pure Yang Limitless.

Just like an ordinary person breathing; before this action, there is no need for any thought, nor is there a need to deliberately control it; it is natural.

Life begins from this.

In fact, this is nature, this is the principle.

The Dao is hidden in everything visible and invisible.

If all the behavioral activities, thoughts, and knowledge of ordinary people were like breathing, without any need for any thought, yet conforming to nature...

Then without cultivation, one would already have entered the Dao.

Because the Dao does not need cultivation; it is already in that innate soul-aspect.

It is just that we are ultimately ordinary people and can only choose the most stupid method, which is cultivation.

Chu Chaoran realized the realm of Pure Yang Limitless. At his level, there is no difference between having thoughts and not having thoughts.

Because Limitless is Chaos, encompassing everything, regardless of black or white, regardless of good or evil.

Precisely because of this, when his thought arose, it was an endless demonic calamity.

The thought he gave birth to was the greatest obsession of all cultivators.

"Not a single thought arising, I cannot break through this heavy demonic barrier." Mr. Nian muttered softly.

The principles of the world are all like this: knowing is easy, doing is difficult. Knowing is one thing, whether one can do it is another.

Precisely because of this, for many years, he was trapped on Luohuang Mountain, almost burning out his heart's blood without being able to break the calamity.

Until, not long ago, he saw Zhang Fan, saw Ji Fengting, saw many, many people...

A single thought could influence these ordinary people, change their life trajectories, and thereby influence their destiny.

At this moment, Mr. Nian realized.

"Chu Chaoran, you are ultimately still a human. As long as you are a human, you are not invincible..."

"I cannot break your thought, but all living beings can..."

Mr. Nian whispered, his originally hollow and numb eyes flashing with a different kind of brilliance.

Rumble...

Mr. Nian took a step. Just as he stepped onto the threshold of Juemiao Temple, a violent vibration spread around the Daoist temple.

His body seemed to be rubbed by an invisible force, and his withered, thin torso actually sparked with dazzling sparks.

At this moment, if one were to observe with the soul-aspect, one could see that a hazy light film covered the surroundings of Juemiao Temple, like a bubble, dreamlike and illusory, shimmering with mottled rosy light.

Following Mr. Nian's step, the hazy bubble gradually expanded, covering Juemiao Temple, covering Luohuang Mountain, and gradually covering Yujing City.

Hum...

The invisible bubble shimmered with seven-colored rosy light, mottled and changing, bizarre and varied.

At this moment, all living things in Yujing City, from mosquitoes, ants, and mice to humans and beasts, were immersed in a strange fluctuation, their emotions fluctuating violently.

It was like the perception of animals before a natural disaster, and like the irritability of a woman before her period.

At this time, thoughts were flying, ideas were jumping.

Everyone's obsessions suddenly sprouted and were invisibly magnified.

Born in the red dust, as long as one is a human, one has obsessions.

Lou Hechuan stood in the courtyard of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, as if seeing himself enter the capital and take charge of the entire Daoist Alliance.

Taoyuan Square, in "Night Never Bright," Yu Fu was feeding the fish in the fish tank. He seemed to have returned to Sichuan, returned to that great river...

Jiang Hu was drinking in a bar, looking at the crystal-clear liquid in the glass, as if seeing Maoshan...

At this moment, countless people saw their own obsessions and gave birth to different thoughts.

Inside the abandoned building, Fang Changle was also stunned, not in the present; in his eyes, he saw other scenes.

"Old Fang... Old Fang..." Zhang Fan called out twice, but there was no response at all.

His expression sank slightly, and he felt vaguely uneasy. He walked to the collapsed wall and looked outside the building. Observing with his soul-aspect, he saw a huge "bubble" covering the sky above Yujing City...

At this time, countless small bubbles kept flying up from all over Yujing City. In comparison, these small bubbles were also large and small, of different colors. They were flying more and more, higher and higher...

Finally, countless small bubbles reached a certain quantity, actually bursting the huge bubble.

Pop...

A soft sound fell in Zhang Fan's heart. His expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of Luohuang Mountain.

A terrifying aura soared into the sky, actually permeating the entire Yujing City.

"What a red dust like a knife!"

"Finally escaped the calamity."

On Luohuang Mountain, that terrifying young man, that Vice Sect Master of the Wu Wei Sect who was enough to rank in the top five in the world, finally escaped the calamity. He took a step and walked out of the Juemiao Temple, which was like a cage.

Whoosh...

Mr. Nian took a deep breath. The air in the mountains seemed incomparably sweet, actually making his withered and decayed body fill up.

Once upon a time, he had forgotten the taste of this freedom, forgotten this sky, forgotten this earth, forgotten this flying human red dust.

"I am leaving."

Suddenly, Mr. Nian did not turn his head, as if speaking to the air.

Under the faint moonlight, a figure walked out of the dense forest; it was none other than Bai Buran.

"Are you here to see me off, or to stop me?" Mr. Nian turned around, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Bai Buran, smiling yet not smiling.

"If I die, can I stop you?" Bai Buran said lightly.

"No." Mr. Nian smiled lightly.

"I know." Bai Buran remained silent.

"Seeing you, I remembered the days on Mount Zhenwu again..." Mr. Nian said sadly.

Bai Buran's gaze narrowed slightly, looking at the man before him who was both teacher and friend, like a great demon born into the world, but his mood was extremely complicated.

"If we meet again in the future, I can spare your life three times; that will settle the bond between you and me."

Bai Buran was stunned. At this moment, it was as if he had returned to Mount Zhenwu.

That night, heavy snow was flying. They were on the back mountain, discussing the Great Dao of cultivation, talking about the wind, flowers, snow, and moon.

Mr. Nian looked at Bai Buran, a rare gentleness surging in his indifferent eyes.

"Only let the water, bamboo, mist, and rain rise, and tell the wind, flowers, snow, and moon to listen."

Just at this moment, Mr. Nian spoke loudly, his figure leaped up, and he disappeared into the desolate mountains, disappeared into this vast world.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 217 =====