Chapter 358

The Immortal Sect Mansion, the home of Wu Wei.

Legend has it that the ancestral court of the Wu Wei Sect is an extremely mysterious Daoist temple, built according to the human body's cultivation map.

The twelve zodiacs are like the joints of the dragon spine, Ren Xiao is the head, the Tai Sui is like the final vertebra, like Yin and Yang, turning good and bad luck.

On the central axis of this ancestral temple, there are three palaces, corresponding to the upper, middle, and lower three Upper Dantian of the human body, which are 【Yuan Palace Niwan】, 【Jiang Palace Divine Mansion】, and 【Uncle Xuan Palace Qi Sea】.

These three palaces involve the secret of becoming an immortal.

Undoubtedly, the masters of the three palaces are the top combat power of the Wu Wei Sect, each of whom is an existence standing at the peak of the current world.

Zhang Fan once saw 【Master of Jiang Palace】 Ming Ming Shenshou in Dongshan Province; this person's mysterious mechanism is unfathomable, using the heaven-given supernatural power 【Stealing and Turning Divine Mechanism】 to plunder five or six supernatural powers into one body, facing the Laoshan Sect Master Li Li Chengge and the Zhenwu Mountain Celestial Master Liu Liu Nan Xu alone, standing undefeated, and finally retreating completely, which can be called an anomaly.

Master of Uncle Xuan Palace Jiang Jiang Yunxian, Zhang Fan is naturally no stranger; that day in Bai Yujing City, she joined hands with Zhang Sheng, soul-aspect out of the body, fought the Bai He Guan Vice-Master Huo Fa Wang, and her cultivation strength was also top-tier in the current world.

The two palace masters both participated in the Dao of Heaven and Man; regardless of their status or strength, they were all placed there.

The Daoist sects regard them as a serious threat.

However, the name of the Master of Yuan Palace had never been heard.

"If you get the golden elixir in the three palaces, you will ascend to the immortal class in broad daylight..." the Quan Daoist murmured.

"Among the three palaces, the Yuan Palace is a great secret, and its strength is also the most unfathomable."

This old man from Mount Zhongnan made an evaluation; among the masters of the three palaces of the Wu Wei Sect, the Master of Yuan Palace is the most powerful; similarly, he is also the most mysterious; even if he leaves the Wu Wei Sect, it is difficult for the world to know.

"Uncle-Master, what does the Master of Yuan Palace look like?" Meng Qi couldn't help but ask.

"Forgot," the Quan Daoist's voice was low, and a look of trance surged in his narrowed eyes.

"I can no longer remember his appearance."

"Can't remember?" Zhang Fan's brows furrowed; with such cultivation and a powerful soul-aspect, even a thought could be left like a brand; how could he not remember what the other party looked like?

"No appearance produces ten thousand appearances, doing nothing and doing nothing... that kind of cultivation is already reaching the sky and the earth, forgetting oneself, heaven and earth are all the same..." the Quan Daoist's voice began to tremble, and terrifying fluctuations rose like waves, coming vast and mighty.

Zhang Fan and Meng Qi both felt deep discomfort.

"If you meet this person, retreat three houses..."

"Beware! Beware!"

Zhang Fan and Meng Qi looked at each other, both seeing a trace of solemnity and doubt in the other's eyes.

They didn't know what realm the Master of Yuan Palace's cultivation had reached, which actually made this expert from Mount Zhongnan become neither human nor ghost.

"Uncle-Master, please calm down, we are leaving," Meng Qi stepped forward and bowed, not daring to ask another half sentence.

She gave Zhang Fan a wink, and the two turned and left.

Walking out for hundreds of meters, Zhang Fan stopped and looked back, and saw the Quan Daoist's head hanging on a dead tree, the messy hair like branches connected to the dead wood, looking from afar, it was like a fruit borne by this dead tree, swaying in the wind, looking extremely strange.

"Master of Yuan Palace..." Zhang Fan murmured.

That kind of cultivation realm had indeed stood at the peak of the time; below the Pure Yang True Person, this group of people were the true top-tier.

At this very moment, Zhang Fan was in a trance, but a different thought arose in his heart.

In this life, only by standing at such a height and seeing the scenery that the secular world cannot see, can one not have lived in vain and not have lived this life in vain.

"Can we reach that step?" Zhang Fan murmured.

He saw the trial of the Quan Daoist; there was no pity, no fear, and no worry in his heart; instead, a kind of longing arose, an unprecedented strong longing.

Such strange emotions and fluctuations made Meng Qi reveal a strange look.

"Only by living can you and I have a chance," Meng Qi said in a deep voice.

She looked at Zhang Fan deeply and then said: "Your chance is bigger than mine."

"You are the last incense of Southern Zhang; I'm afraid the last glory of this lineage will fall on you..." Meng Qi whispered leisurely.

"In fact, although your lineage only has two or three people left, someone has already stood at the peak."

Under the great disaster, there must be great luck.

The people who survived the extermination of Southern Zhang...

That kind of trial tempered them and also created them.

Zhang Lingzong is like this.

Chen Long Zhang Zhang Nanfeng is also like this.

If there hadn't been that great disaster, there wouldn't be the Great Lingzong King of the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, nor would there be Chen Long, the king of the five elements reversal and the wrong person.

"My dad..." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Your father is also a top-tier expert in the current world," Meng Qi said in a solemn voice: "There are very few people in ancient times who have practiced elixir methods to this realm."

In the Celestial Master Great Realm, within a hundred years, there are only those countable people.

These people all have hope of understanding the Pure Yang Dao.

"I just don't know who is more powerful between him and the Master of Yuan Palace," Zhang Fan had a strange thought in his heart, which flashed by and was not grasped.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan whispered, looking at the vast night, the big moon falling to the west, the vast Mount Zhongnan stretching for hundreds of miles, not knowing what kind of danger and unknown it hid.

"Just now your Uncle-Master said, what direction did Ergou go?"

"Nanwang Mountain!" Meng Qi said in a solemn voice.

"Nanwang Mountain... is it famous? Is it also a scenic spot?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

Meng Qi paused slightly, her peripheral vision glancing, bright as the stars in the sky, looking particularly eye-catching in this dark night.

"That was originally an unknown mountain peak; about eighty years ago, a great expert came from afar, sat in the Dao here, and practiced mysteriously for three years."

Speaking of this, Meng Qi looked at Zhang Fan, seemingly with deep meaning.

"At that time, the Daoist sect disaster had just passed, the Long Hu Shan mountain gate was closed, the incense was withered, and the Daoist orthodoxy of the world was like a funeral..."

"As for that great expert, perhaps you have heard of him."

"Who?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The last Celestial Master Zhang Taixu!" Meng Qi's lips parted slightly, spitting out a name.

"He..." Zhang Fan condensed into a line.

Eighty years ago, the Daoist sect disaster, one of the five people who survived on Long Hu Shan; at the same time, that was also the last master of the great unification of the Long Hu Zhang family; from then on, the Long Hu Zhang family was passed down separately in the north and south.

"He once sat north and looked south on this mountain, saying that time never deceives people; within a hundred years, the Long Hu Zhang family will have a great disaster; the disaster will start from the gate, and the great disaster will fall on the Southern Heaven..."

"Nanwang Mountain got its name from this!"

The manifestation of fate is diverse, often appearing in the most incredible, yet most irresistible form in the vast future, turning into reality.

Who could have thought that a prophecy from back then would turn into the extermination of Southern Zhang in later generations!?

"Disaster starts from the gate, great disaster falls on the Southern Heaven..." Zhang Fan murmured, chewing on this prophecy.

"Zhang Taixu!"

Zhang Fan muttered this name; his eyes were hidden, like that long dark night, striding forward, walking towards the direction of Nanwang Mountain.

Nanwang Mountain.

The dilapidated and desolate mountain peak, looking up, black clouds pressed on the top, covering the big moon falling to the west, the rumbling sound was endless.

"Qin Ergou, you are already a turtle in a jar; in heaven and on earth, no one can save you anymore."

A sharp shout echoed around the mountain, true fire burning, red light like clouds, reflecting the dark sky of separation and union, covering the entire mountain peak.

Figures moved in the night, having already surrounded this place like a dead end.

"Sister Wang Qinglian, Brother Qingshan is already on the way and will be here soon."

The cold voice echoed on the mountain peak.

Wang Wang Qinglian's expression did not move, her beautiful eyes reflecting the burning true fire, coldly staring at the place surrounded by the great fire.

At this very moment, this proud daughter of heaven from the Wang family had nothing else in her heart, only Qin Ergou's life and death.

The Purple Electric Toad was born in the sky; such a natural exotic treasure should have fallen into her hands; who could have thought that an unknown disciple of Mount Zhongnan would intervene and obtain such creation in vain.