Chapter 330: Black Wind, Great Fire! The Heir of the Three Corpses

Do you not see the Yellow Court held in hand at the edge of the Sea of Suffering, white bones scattered like smoke?

The Dao is hard to seek, paths diverge; since ancient times, how many have become immortals?

A thousand years of white clouds drift empty, things change, stars shift, how many autumns have passed?

Looking back, a hundred years of sorrow—only this man stands atop the turtle's head; who in the world can match him?

The Three Corpses, the foremost in the Daoist sects.

Above the blue heavens, the bright moon hangs high; all eight directions, silent and still.

All eyes fell upon that mysterious yuanshen, the unutterable name echoing in their ears—suddenly, dread seized them, disbelief overwhelming.

The name "Three Corpses" is no ordinary title.

In the hundred years of Daoist history, countless heroes rose, countless geniuses soared; profound Dao hidden in deep mountains, incense rising in hermitages—if these were brilliant stars, then the Three Corpses Daoist was the full moon hanging high, illuminating the endless sky.

He once stood atop the ultimate peak, gazed at the nine heavens, knocked on the gates of heaven, studied the Dao's essence and beheld immortals and gods, invincible in the world, lonely as autumn.

Jiang Your Majesty once said that the era's name was Three Corpses; for the next hundred years, no matter how the winds and clouds changed, no one would reach such heights.

"He… what did he just say? What is his name?"

"Three Corpses… his Dao name is Three Corpses… the Three Corpses of the Three Corpses Daoist…"

"Sixty years have passed? Has someone else inherited the name of Three Corpses?"

Voices trembled, eyes filled with deep shock and doubt.

The world knew only the fearsome reputation of the Three Corpses Daoist, but few knew this name had appeared before; in the long river of history, it drifted like a ghost, rising and sinking with time—each appearance shook the world and shook Daoist sects to their core.

"The Three Corpses Daoist!?"

Lou Lou Hechuan's gaze sharpened into a thread, his aged face clouded with dazed confusion.

No one in this world would dare steal this name; its meaning is too unique, too extraordinary—when it reappears, its impact is so vast, even heaven and earth cannot contain it.

"Bold words indeed—if you truly are the Three Corpses, how could we still speak before you?"

At that moment, Ge Ge Changfeng let out a thunderous roar, like a sudden strike to the head, jolting everyone back to their senses.

"That's right—if he truly were the Three Corpses, how could his strength be so weak?"

Because a hundred years ago, that man had made this name nearly synonymous with invincibility.

Just as mentioning Zhuge brings to mind wisdom, mentioning Sima brings an instant "pfft."

"Your cultivation is not weak—why play the fraud and thief?" Ge Ge Changfeng said coldly.

Zhang Fan cast him a sidelong glance, silent and indifferent.

"Regardless, we must capture him!" Lou Lou Hechuan growled low, his face dark with fury.

All things under heaven bear cause and effect; the moment that name left the lips of this mysterious yuanshen, the wheel of fate began to turn slowly.

Whether true or false, tonight, this man must not escape.

"I'll help you."

At that moment, Qiu Qiu Wanmian spoke softly, seated on the ground, her yuanshen suddenly leaving her body and stepping into the boundless night sky.

"Heaven and earth are natural; impurities disperse. Within the caverns, mystery and emptiness; bright and vast, the Great Primordial."

"The Eight Directions' Divine Powers make me natural. The Gezao Lingbao talisman commands, proclaiming to the Nine Heavens."

…

Qiu Qiu Wanmian formed a seal with both hands, murmuring incantations—suddenly, her yuanshen dispersed, like a clouded sky descending, sealing off all eight directions; the 【Great Radiant Wheel】 behind Zhang Fan slowly faded.

"The Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell!?" Zhang Fan's gaze darkened slightly.

The Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell is one of the Eight Divine Spells of the Daoist sects, famed alongside the Golden Light Spell; once cast, it sweeps away all evil, demonic, and malevolent forces.

In ancient times, Master Qiu further perfected this spell—once invoked, it crushed yuanshen, shattered Dao techniques, far more ruthless than before; since then, this spell passed down through the Qiu family's lineage, known only to direct disciples.

"No wonder they are the Pure Yang lineage." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

One must admit, the Pure Yang lineage's depth rivals that of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains.

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt Qiu Qiu Wanmian's yuanshen was everywhere—he felt as if plunged into the deepest ocean, and even his own powerful yuanshen felt oppressed; no wonder she could instantly dissolve his Great Radiant Wheel.

After all, the yuanshen is the root of all Dao techniques, the foundation of life and death, the essence of the Golden Core.

Hum…

At that moment, Zhang Fan moved—he stepped forward, like a shadow slipping through dark night, like an endless abyss shaking; terrifying ripples spread outward, violently striking Qiu Qiu Wanmian's yuanshen, the crushing weight threatening to tear her apart.

"His yuanshen…"

"Quick, act!" Qiu Qiu Wanmian cried out.

In the past, when she cast the Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell, ordinary yuanshen would collapse, Daoists would retreat, bound as if in chains.

Yet this mysterious yuanshen before her was like a tiger trapped in a cage—still fierce, still ready to leap free at any moment.

Since her debut, she had never seen a yuanshen so thick and powerful.

"Incense reaches the Three Heavens, transmitting to the Fire Virtue Palace."

"Before the Seat of the Fiery Star Lord, I beg you descend to this altar."

Ge Ge Changfeng pressed his middle finger against his palm, forming the Li Fire Seal, murmuring incantations.

Instantly, a crimson light pierced the southern heavens, like divine radiance falling to earth, like a great star tearing through the sky.

In an instant, his yuanshen's aura surged—a faint figure appeared behind him, wearing a star-crowned hat, red boots, robes of crimson clouds and crane embroidery, holding a jade tablet, suspended with a seven-star golden sword, white jade pendants hanging.

"Essence of the Fiery Star, illuminating the hidden and subtle, Lord of the South, True Fire Lord."

"The Fire Virtue Star Lord!?"

Zhang Fan's eyebrows lifted, his eyes deepening.

The Ge family is a Pure Yang lineage, secretly transmitting the 【Nine Word Mantra】, its supreme technique being the 【Lin Bu Fa】—the ultimate method of summoning divine presence into the mortal realm.

The Marshal Tian Peng Fa he once cultivated summoned the power of the Marshal Tian Peng Great True Lord, yet it paled beside the Ge family's 【Lin Bu Fa】, which was far more mysterious, natural, and divine.

Ge Ge Changfeng was indeed the standout of his generation in the Ge family—he had spent ten years immersed in 【Lin Bu Fa】, studying the Li Fire Scripture, and summoned the Supreme Fire Deity of the South, the Fire Virtue True Lord.

Huh…

Ge Ge Changfeng exhaled a clear breath, which blazed like true fire, burning through black clouds.

This power surpassed the earlier 【Red Fire Cloud】—his gaze flashed like lightning, as if true flames erupted from his eyes; the shadow behind him flickered wildly, growing more terrifying.

"This is the Ge family's 【Lin Bu Fa】—to master it, one must receive heavenly grace."

As the crowd gazed in awe, they saw Ge Changqing's yuanshen transform into a crimson-gold flame, rushing toward the mysterious yuanshen.

"Whoever you are, today you shall turn to ashes!"

Ge Ge Changfeng whispered softly, his palm now ablaze with golden flame, burning eternally, radiating majestic power.

The Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell echoed through heaven and earth, crushing pressure like chains binding Zhang Fan's yuanshen.

Golden flame surged from the south, instantly swallowing Zhang Fan's yuanshen.

In all eyes, the yuanshen claiming to be the Three Corpses fell into boundless hell, unable to transcend.

"After all, disciples of two Pure Yang lineages—no matter who stands here, they must perish."

"The Pure Yang lineage's depth is truly extraordinary—surpassing even Daoist sect heirs."

"Such techniques are forged in battle—they are not caged golden orioles."

The Jiangnan Dao Alliance's elite watched, stunned, filled with awe.

"Ancient ancestors once manifested to pave the way for future disciples…"

"No wonder they are the Pure Yang lineage!"

At that moment, from within the golden flame, a calm, mocking voice drifted softly.

All faces changed instantly—they stared sharply.

From within the golden flame, Zhang Fan's yuanshen stepped slowly forward, his left hand lifting gently, a dark-black wind rising slowly, as if rising from his lungs.

The next instant, his right hand swept lightly—the golden flame flowed, born and extinguished in his palm, as if arising from his heart.

"Black Wind, Great Fire!"

Zhang Fan's lips parted, uttering four words.

Boom…

Instantly, black wind swept, great fire swayed, merging into one—a dark-black flame rose into the sky, faintly manifesting in heaven and earth.

"This is…"

Lou Lou Hechuan's gaze trembled, his aged face twisting in shock.

The Fire-Wind Ding Hexagram was a divination Zhang Fan had seen at Xu Xuanguan.

He had destiny with this hexagram, hearts aligned, thoughts inseparable—just one glance, he felt the resonance.

Since then, he meditated day and night, finally gaining insight.

Once the black fire arose, heaven and earth changed color, the great moon lost its light.

Boom…

The golden flame, struck by unspeakable terror, was swallowed whole by the black flame—the sound like a beast chewing; wherever it swept, even the phantom of the Fire Virtue Star Lord shattered and vanished.

"Retreat!"

At that moment, Qiu Qiu Wanmian cried out sharply, leaping free from the void of night.

Her face filled with horror, she stared fearfully at the oncoming black flame—this fire had shattered her Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell, wounded her yuanshen's foundation.

"Retreat? Everyone dies!" Zhang Fan said coldly.

Fire in the Ding Cauldron can refine all things, all techniques—yuanshen is but a great medicine within the cauldron.

"Black Wind, Great Fire—Renewal Through Transformation!"

"The Divine Hexagram Zhang Tiansheng!"

Lou Lou Hechuan gritted his teeth, deep eyes swirling with complex emotion—his mind once again surfaced memories long buried by time, the name long sealed by years rising to his heart.

Boom… boom… boom…

At that moment, the chairman of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance finally moved—his Nascent Soul emerged, shaking heaven and earth, unmistakably the aura of the 【Zhai Shou】 realm.

Originally, he had held back: first, he trusted the strength of the two Pure Yang lineage disciples; second, he feared the Wu Wei heretics might lure them away with a decoy, and he still had hidden cards.

But now, seeing Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul techniques, he could no longer afford to wait.

Boom… boom… boom…

Lou Lou Hechuan's Nascent Soul was vastly stronger than Ge Ge Changfeng's and Qiu Qiu Wanmian's—it spread like a gauzy curtain, engulfing the sky and earth, converging to trap Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul.

"Chairman Lou, I'm afraid I can't stay to accompany you today."

At that instant, Zhang Fan seized this once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

As he swept aside the two masters and Lou Lou Hechuan's Nascent Soul emerged, Zhang Fan's own Nascent Soul leapt upward—and before all eyes, split into three, darting swiftly in three different directions.

"Three Corpses Mirroring Fate—Divided Soul Technique!?"

Lou Lou Hechuan cried out in shock. The sight before him was like heaven cracking open—even the chairman of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance froze in place, forgetting to pursue.

The name "Three Corpses Man" resurfaced in his mind, slowly merging with the figure before him.

The once-unbeaten reputation had made the chairman of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance move with sluggish hesitation.

"Divided Soul Technique… that truly was Three Corpses Mirroring Fate… he…"

Ge Ge Changfeng and Qiu Qiu Wanmian approached, standing behind Lou Lou Hechuan, staring at the three diverging directions, their eyes filled with shock—they dared not pursue.

"Three Corpses Mirroring Fate… it truly was Three Corpses Mirroring Fate… could he have actually perfected it?" Ge Ge Changfeng murmured, uncertain.

As a disciple of a Pure Yang lineage, he had heard of this Internal Alchemy method—because of that man, the outside world even called it the number one Internal Alchemy technique in the world.

Precisely because of that, its difficulty was equally legendary.

In the long history of the Wu Wei Sect, how many had truly mastered it?

Three Corpses Mirroring Fate had existed since ancient times, but in the past hundred years, only one person had ever become the invincible Three Corpses Man.

"Three Corpses… Three Corpses… could he really be the Three Corpses!?" Lou Lou Hechuan whispered to himself, lost in daze.

"Old Master Lou… Old Master Lou…"

Qiu Qiu Wanmian called twice, pulling Lou Lou Hechuan's thoughts back.

"This is a matter that shatters heaven." Lou Lou Hechuan shook his head.

"Chairman…"

At that moment, urgent shouts rose from below.

All three masters reabsorbed their Nascent Souls.

"Someone just broke out from Hongri Tower."

"Who?" Lou Lou Hechuan asked grimly.

"The sixth squad was annihilated—all their Nascent Souls vanished. It must be a Wu Wei Sect expert."

"What about the surveillance cameras in the surrounding streets?" someone demanded.

"Useless. Nascent Soul emergence disrupted everything—even mobile signals are gone," Ge Ge Changfeng said grimly.

"So it was a diversion."

"A net spread across heaven and earth—and still they slipped away."

Everyone's faces darkened. Had it not been for that mysterious Nascent Soul appearing out of nowhere, so powerful, and finally revealing the Three Corpses Mirroring Fate technique to freeze them all, they might never have escaped.

But this entire sequence—cultivation level, mental composure, timing, plus a touch of luck—even a net spanning heaven and earth could still leave a single thread of life.

That thread of life could only be seized by that man.

"It's not all lost."

Lou Lou Hechuan shook his head, gazing at the boundless clouds, his deep eyes glinting with unusual light.

"Three Corpses…"

…

At this moment, five kilometers away.

Inside a car parked by the roadside, Li Li Miaoyin sat in the driver's seat and turned to look beside her—Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes.

"That was too close. Your friend brought you out, then turned right back."

"What's he planning? Surrender?"

"Quick, take me back—I need to enter seclusion."

Zhang Fan's face was pale; he gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong?"

"I just forcibly used 【Three Corpses Mirroring Fate】. It sensed me—and now I can sense it too. It's in the north." Zhang Fan's face turned deathly white, as if struck by a great calamity.

His third eye throbbed violently; his Nascent Soul showed extreme instability.

Li Li Miaoyin's brow lifted—she instantly knew who he meant.

"Three Corpses Spirit!!!"

(End of Chapter)