Chapter 332: One Qi flows around, the method uses all things

From sect families down to nations and peoples, all are like a massive giant, possessing a common will, integrating endless individuals.

At this time, they are like an alternative living creature, loose yet cohesive, scattered yet unified.

If such a method existed in the world...

"Those who can make ten thousand methods condense into one are the True Kings of the Great Dao!?"

The night was deep. Zhang Fan sat on the edge of the bed, recalling the words Zhou Yi said during the day, the bright moon shining on him through the window.

"Zhang Fan, what are you thinking about?"

Beside him, Chen Ji's soul floated over and whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.

"I want to get out," Zhang Fan whispered.

"Missing your mom and dad?" Ge Shuangxiu's head poked down from the upper bunk.

Zhang Fan had been in Sanqi Orphanage for almost a year, and most children who had just arrived would occasionally have such emotions.

"With your level of cultivation, you can't ignite the incense for that statue. Don't dream," Ge Shuangxiu immediately brought Zhang Fan back to reality.

"You're not even as good as me!?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways.

He had been here for so long, and besides Zhou Yi who hadn't awakened, he had sparred and fought with almost everyone. Only Ge Shuangxiu had never been seen fighting.

"The method I practice is different. I can't even suppress it myself. If I use it, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Ge Shuangxiu grinned and said lightly.

"Bragging!"

A whisper came from Luo Sen's bed.

"Zhang Fan, if you want to get out, wait until I've calculated it clearly."

Ji Suan sat cross-legged on the bed, pushed up his glasses, and looked at the broken compass in his hand.

"I have a way."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan spoke.

"Hmm?"

"What way?"

Luo Sen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and Ji Suan all gathered around Zhang Fan's bed.

Zhang Fan straightened his body, his gaze sweeping over everyone's face, and lowered his voice: "I have a method that can gather thoughts as medicine to strengthen the soul."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed abruptly, and they looked at each other.

Thoughts are the great taboo of cultivation and the great calamity of the soul. Gathering thoughts as medicine to strengthen the soul was so inconceivable that it was unheard of.

"The most ferocious thing in the world, the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!?"

At this time, among this group of children, only Ji Suan pushed up his glasses, let out a cry of surprise, and looked at Zhang Fan with some disbelief.

"What kind of method is this? Gathering thoughts as medicine, is it so dangerous?" Chen Ji couldn't help but ask.

"No wonder you dared to say you would suppress me."

Luo Sen looked at Zhang Fan with deep meaning, then said in a deep voice: "It seems you haven't mastered it."

"How could it be that easy?" Zhang Fan shook his head.

"My power alone is limited, so you have to help me."

"How to help?" Ge Shuangxiu asked.

"Feed me with your thoughts," Zhang Fan clenched his two small fists tightly, as if he had made some kind of determination.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Thoughts are the great taboo of the soul. The higher the cultivation, the more terrifying the thoughts. Once delusional thoughts fly, it is a calamity upon calamity.

Zhang Fan's method was simply adding fuel to the fire. If lucky, it would be one step forward, reborn through fire.

If unlucky, it would be burning oneself with fire, never to recover.

"Maybe think about it again. It's too dangerous, and there's no absolute certainty," Ji Suan pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice.

"Where in this world is there absolute certainty? As long as there is a fifty or sixty percent chance of winning, it's worth the risk," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

Zhang Fan's gaze swept over everyone.

"Fine, you dare to risk your life, I will definitely help you," Chen Ji's soul floated and said.

"Two horizontals and one vertical is to do it; one power and two dots is to handle it," Luo Sen said.

"Let's do it!"

"Can try."

Everyone agreed immediately. Zhang Fan took the biggest risk and was unhesitating, so naturally, the others weren't cowards either.

"When do we start?" Ji Suan asked.

"Tomorrow!"

For a whole day, Zhang Fan locked himself in the dormitory, adjusting his state to the best.

At this moment, he still had no certainty about the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons.

Twilight had arrived, the setting sun like blood.

Zhang Fan walked out of the dilapidated dormitory building of Sanqi Orphanage and walked toward the headless eight-armed statue.

Luo Sen, Chen Ji, Ji Suan, and Ge Shuangxiu followed closely behind.

On the steps in front of the building, Zhou Yi, who had been watching the ants, slowly raised his head, watching everyone get closer and closer to the headless eight-armed statue.

"Look, what is that group from Dorm 203 going to do?"

"They want to offer incense to the god?"

"Tsk tsk, another madman who doesn't want to live. There's something to watch."

Inside the dormitory building, people were moving, figures gathered in front of the windows, watching the scenery in the plaza, looking for excitement.

"Brother, don't lose face," Luo Sen whispered.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and finally walked in front of the headless eight-armed statue.

That plain-looking statue seemed to hide a magical power; just by getting close, his soul felt a deep oppression.

This was like a natural chasm, blocking the front of Sanqi Orphanage's gate, stopping everyone's path.

Hu...

Just then, Zhang Fan's soul left his body, appearing horizontally in front of the headless eight-armed statue.

In this orphanage, except for Zhou Yi, pairs of eyes could clearly see that weak soul in front of the statue, like a mayfly, drifting uncertainly.

An invisible wave radiated out, oppressing Zhang Fan's soul.

Boom...

Suddenly, Luo Sen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, Ji Suan, and others also had their souls leave their bodies, standing behind Zhang Fan.

"Hmm? What is this group doing?"

"Lining up to commit suicide?"

"Crazy... that group from 203 is all crazy. Fortunately, Zhou Yi hasn't awakened his soul and didn't go crazy with them."

Inside the dormitory building, everyone was boiling.

They had seen people sending themselves to death alone, but this was the first time they had seen a group annihilation.

Hum...

However, just then, the souls of Luo Sen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and others didn't get close to the statue. They floated in the air, and suddenly a color of great night chaos appeared, seeing flowers falling from the sky, like white snow flying, delusional thoughts suddenly rising, and all calamities bound to come.

At this moment, even their souls began to become unstable, as if they would fall into silence at any moment.

Boom...

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan's soul shook. He sat cross-legged without moving, and streaks of chaotic great night color, like black lines, actually surged toward his soul.

"The most ferocious thing in the world, the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!"

In the room on the top floor of Sanqi Orphanage, a pair of eyes were staring straight at this scene in the plaza, a look of solemnity revealed in the pitch-black pupils.

"Deserving of being the seed of the Zhang family."

Boom...

That chaotic blackness constantly surged into Zhang Fan's soul, and his soul was crazily strengthening...

"He... what is he doing?"

"His soul is changing? How did it become so much stronger?"

"What did he do? What kind of method is this?"

Inside the dormitory building, pairs of shocked eyes no longer had the calmness of watching the excitement just now. At this moment, they actually felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, coming from the depths of their souls.

"Actually has such mystery!?"

Luo Sen looked up, his eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

At this time, Zhang Fan's soul seemed to have undergone an incredible transformation. The atmosphere around him was surging, like black night intertwined, like the bright sun, light and dark flowing, gods and demons undefeated.

Such a Zhang Fan was like a different person from usual.

"Burn for me!"

Zhang Fan let out a low roar, his soul walking toward the headless eight-armed statue.

Boom...

Above the long sky, a thunderbolt flashed, accompanied by a deafening sound.

In the plaza, the statue shook, and Zhang Fan's soul seemed to be tearing at the air, and faintly, there was fire surging.

The space around that statue seemed to hide endless oppression; once stepped into, it was endless tearing and collision.

"Within five steps!"

Inside the dormitory building, everyone held their breath, watching the scene before them, as if they were about to witness history.

After all, in the past, no one's soul had ever been able to get within five steps of that statue.

"Could it be that he is going to succeed?"

"Dorm 203 produced a monster? He took another step closer."

"Could it be that he is really going to succeed?"

Inside the dormitory building, it was boiling, and those eyes shone with a different kind of brilliance, as if excited, as if expectant.

Boom...

Zhang Fan's soul became more and more terrifying. The most ferocious thing in the world, gathering thoughts as medicine, even if he hadn't mastered the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, his atmosphere was still incomparable.

"Three steps!"

Luo Sen, Chen Ji, Ge Shuangxiu, and Ji Suan's breathing became heavy.

They were not only witnessing history, but were also participants in history.

From now on, their names would surely be in this orphanage.

Boom...

A lightning bolt tore through the firmament, and suddenly, the atmosphere around Zhang Fan dissipated.

His expression changed abruptly. At this moment, he actually had the illusion that he saw the headless eight-armed statue move, one arm reaching out across the void, light and dark seemingly born and destroyed in the palm, actually grabbing Zhang Fan's soul in one go.

"Failed!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. In their eyes, Zhang Fan's soul was like a roaring fire, suddenly extinguished, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a small flame.

"Bring him back!"

Luo Sen shouted sharply.

Their souls were like ropes, winding toward Zhang Fan, wanting to pull him back.

"Don't worry about me."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth. He could feel that that kind of supreme power was not something he could contend with now. If he hesitated for a moment, even Luo Sen and the others would be implicated.

However, it was already too late. The souls of Luo Sen and the others seemed to be imprisoned. They were like ants who had angered the gods, with heavenly punishment descending, bound to be implicated.

"I was too arrogant!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, hating himself immensely. He overestimated himself, overestimated his attainments in practicing the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, and underestimated the eeriness of this statue.

Hu...

His soul was like falling into wind and rain, his aura becoming weaker and weaker.

"Life has no roots, drifting like dust on the road. Scattered, chasing the wind, this is no longer my true body..."

In a daze, a slow chanting sound echoed in Zhang Fan's ears, and he looked back with difficulty.

The sound became more magnificent, getting closer and closer.

"Landing as brothers, why must we be blood kin? If you have joy, make merry, gather neighbors with wine..."

In front of Sanqi Orphanage, Zhou Yi slowly stood up. His eyes were unprecedentedly bright, sincere as the sun, bright as white snow.

"I have realized!"

Zhou Yi smiled lightly. He took a step, and his soul left his body.

At this moment, everyone was amazed. They saw a soul rushing into the sky, magnificent like a continuous high mountain, spanning north and south, crossing east and west, incomparably vast, as if the universe were high and absolute.

"Zhou Yi..."

Zhang Fan was stunned. That soul had already fallen in front of him, blocking the statue nearby.

The terrifying oppression surged toward Zhou Yi, an indiscriminate attack, as if wanting to turn him into ashes.

"Zhou Yi, you shouldn't have come. You will die," Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with guilt.

"Zhang Fan..." Zhou Yi's expression was calm, his gaze seeming to fall forever on that distant place.

"What?"

"This place is too small..."

"If someone's eyes are as big as the sky, they will see the mountains are high and the moon is wider," Zhou Yi whispered.

Boom...

As soon as the words fell, streaks of aura rushed into the sky, actually surging from the dormitory building one after another.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm here to help you."

"Zhou Yi, I'm coming too."

"And me..."

Streaks of souls arrived one after another, turning into the brightest brilliance of the night.

"Landing as brothers, why must we be blood kin? If you have joy, make merry, gather neighbors with wine..."

In a daze, the chanting sound rang out again, coming from different voices, connecting into one at this moment, yet magnificent and vast.

"Landing as brothers, why must we be blood kin? If you have joy, make merry, gather neighbors with wine..."

At this moment, Zhou Yi's soul surged again. He was like a high mountain, standing tall, born from the ground, spanning north and south, crossing east and west.

Those streaks of souls seemed to become a part of this high mountain.

Mountain stones pile up into a pale mountain, trying to be higher than the nine heavens.

"One Qi flows around, the method uses all things!"

Above the high building, that deeply hidden gaze shone with a different kind of brilliance, staring fixedly at the scenery in the plaza, staring at that soul that looked like a high mountain.

"A genius who surpasses the world!"

Boom...

The pale mountain stood tall, all gods respected it together, and the stone statue that had stood for a long time couldn't help but tremble, a wisp of incense rising, and even time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Di di di...

A horn honking sound echoed on the highway. Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, looking out the car window.

At this time, he was on his way to Qin Gu Town.

That was also the place where Zhang Fan was born. When he was young, he heard Zhang Lingzong say that Qin Gu Town could be considered their old home. Since his grandfather died, Zhang Lingzong had left his hometown, which was when Li Linglong gave birth to Zhang Fan, and he had returned once.

"How did you fall asleep?" Ge Shuangxiu was driving, his eyes glancing sideways, seemingly with deep meaning: "Didn't you say that people who practice the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons almost never need to sleep?"

When the spirit is full, one doesn't think of sleep. Ordinary people rarely sleep when their spirit is full and Qi is sufficient, let alone Zhang Fan who had mastered the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons!?

On ordinary nights, when others were sleeping, he used the time to practice.

In other words, people who practice the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons have even more practice time than others.

This kind of person is naturally suitable for working overtime and staying up late.

"Yeah, I haven't slept like this for a long time," Zhang Fan rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but smile.

In the past, he could only barely sleep for two or three hours with the help of the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong. It wasn't that he had to sleep, but after sleeping, he would feel more at ease psychologically.

"I also had a dream," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Who did you dream of?" Li Miaoyin's voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan was slightly startled, looking at the scenery constantly retreating outside the window, all kinds of past events floating to his heart.

"I dreamed of Zhou Yi!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 333 =====