Chapter 375

Crimson Fire Li Zhu gives rise to radiant light; the Threefold Samadhi stills boundless winds and waves!

The vast sky stretches a thousand li, white clouds drift lazily; ancient streets lie covered in charred earth.

A cry rang out as the newborn touched the ground, announcing a new life entering the turbid mortal realm—along with it came the immortal true fire, a peerless terrifying might.

The white clouds in the sky turned to flame; terrifying ripples continuously surged from the ancient tower of the Zhang ancestral home, like oceanic calamity waves, like the boundless expanse of heaven and earth.

The Threefold Samadhi's Li Fire births calamity; the mysterious Dao Gate gives birth to a pearl.

"Aaahhh…"

Countless powerful yuanshen dissolved into ashes within the towering flames, as if the child's birth was destined to be paid for by the annihilation of countless lives.

Only by extinguishing all dharmic yuanshen can this honored one descend to the mortal realm!!!

"Born in calamity, innate divine ability…"

"That child…"

Dozens of astonished gazes turned simultaneously toward the small tower of the Zhang ancestral home; at this moment, every heart was filled with an intense unease.

They knew that within that small tower, something extraordinary had been born—if it survived, given time, it would surely change the color of this world.

"Fan… Fan…"

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong's gaze was faintly unfocused; he murmured softly, suddenly recalling his father and the words Zhang Tiansheng had once told him.

"If one day you have a child, name him 'Fan.'"

"Fan!?"

"Yes, the 'Fan' of an ordinary person…"

Zhang Tiansheng's words still echoed in Zhang Lingzong's heart.

He gazed at the ancestral tower of the Zhang family; his daze gradually faded, a sharp gleam surged forth, and at last he spoke the name.

"Zhang Fan!"

"Zhang Fan!!"

"My son's name is Zhang Fan!"

Zhang Lingzong let out a low roar; his yuanshen had just entered the Great Night Unlit, yet instantly stepped out again—black and white qi boiled like gods and demons descending, terrifying aura reflecting the towering flames, overwhelming might surging forth, drowning all his enemies.

Boom…

Countless lights shattered; only Zhang Lingzong's unyielding roar echoed in their ears.

Zhang Fan's yuanshen had wandered through time and returned to reality; his gaze fell upon a vast, majestic yuanshen standing before him, shielding him from wind and rain.

Upon that yuanshen, a candle flame hung high, burning with vigorous life, connected to another yuanshen that flickered in and out; behind it, nine layers of divine radiance blazed brilliantly.

Dust shattered, light born—illuminating ten thousand mountains and rivers.

Such might surged boundlessly, sweeping through heaven and earth.

Zhang Fan's vision grew hazy; he knew that at this moment, the figure standing before him was not merely the Lord of Southern Zhang, the Zhang Jiuzhen Sacred King…

"Brother…"

Boom…

Within the external landscape of the yuanshen, heaven and earth became blindingly bright; two colossal figures collided at the horizon of mountains and rivers.

Divine Demon Sacred Embryo!

Jia Born, Gui Dead!

Under the reinforcement of two supreme internal elixir arts, the Zhang Jiuzhen Sacred King fully came alive—he stood like a true god, with incense smoke boiling, descending upon the mortal world to block the divine might of the Three Tian Shi Realm.

"The young are worthy of awe… worthy of awe…"

Wang Wang Qiankun sighed; all strange phenomena vanished.

The crowd grew dazed, their vision clearing once more, as if all that had just happened had been but a fleeting illusion.

Amidst the vast night, deep within the quiet mountains, Wang Wang Qiankun stood beneath a peach tree, gazing into the distance at the young man.

"The Wang family's Three Tian Shi failed to subdue that young man?"

In the distance, the crowd trembled with shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

They did not recognize Zhang Sheng, yet for one so young to withstand the Three Tian Shi's might was already inconceivable—especially since Wang Wang Qiankun had just admitted this youth had not yet entered the Three Tian Shi Realm.

"How can there still be such a master in this world? Among the younger generation, such a figure should not exist."

"Unknown… how could someone like this remain unknown?"

"Who exactly is he?"

At this moment, countless thoughts rose and intertwined in their minds, brimming with endless questions.

"Elder, I yield." Zhang Sheng said calmly.

He stood firm, blocking the way before Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan, like a heavenly gate barring a mountain; merely seeing his back brought profound peace.

"When I was your age, I was far inferior to you." Wang Wang Qiankun sighed, shaking his head.

"Long Hu Mountain truly deserves its status as the Daoist lineage's root. Even though Southern Zhang's incense has dwindled to just a few, its remaining members remain formidable."

As he spoke, Wang Wang Qiankun looked at Zhang Sheng with deep meaning, his eyes unmistakably filled with admiration.

No matter which sect or clan, if such a young talent emerges, their lineage is destined to flourish, their family name expanded.

If even one of our Wang family's disciples possessed such a talent, our ancestral graves would burn with joy.

Alas, such a Zhang Sheng was born into the already fallen Southern Zhang.

"No wonder the Lordship of Southern Zhang passed to you," Wang Wang Qiankun said softly.

Only such a root could give Southern Zhang a chance to flourish again.

"Me?" Zhang Sheng's gaze darkened slightly, then he smiled.

"Elder, you flatter me—I'm merely temporarily holding the position of Southern Zhang's Lord…"

"Temporarily!?" Wang Wang Qiankun lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Jade must be carved to become an instrument; my younger brother is far more capable than I am—he still has a long road ahead…"

Zhang Sheng spoke softly, turning to look at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with boundless emotion and sentiment.

"If one day he becomes an instrument…"

"He will be the Lord of Southern Zhang!"

Calm words echoed through the mountains; at this moment, heaven and earth fell silent, the great moon poured white light, washing the azure sky clean.

"Brother…" Zhang Fan's gaze trembled slightly; for a moment, he could not speak.

"Lord of Southern Zhang!?"

Wang Wang Qiankun's gaze grew deep, passing over Zhang Sheng to rest on Zhang Fan; a faint, almost imperceptible smile curled his lips.

"Li Li Linglong truly bore a fine son."

He felt a pang of emotion; now, setting aside old grudges, seeing the son of an old friend brought a different taste—memories of his youth rose unbidden.

"Go."

In an instant, Wang Wang Qiankun's mind returned to clarity; he waved his hand, showing a sense of weariness.

"Brother, do not—"

Suddenly, from afar, a hurried voice pierced the night.

Under the moonlight, Wang Ganan appeared anxious, gesturing urgently toward Wang Wang Qiankun beneath the peach tree.

If they returned empty-handed, letting Xiao escape and the Lord of Southern Zhang go, the Wang family could not answer to Bai He Guan or the Dao Alliance.

"Our Wang family answers to no one," Wang Wang Qiankun said calmly.

He had long since reached the Three Tian Shi Realm, transcended all things; the mortal world held almost nothing to bind him.

"Brother!"

Wang Ganan clenched his teeth; he understood Wang Wang Qiankun's state—Three Tian Shi Realm was not what ordinary people imagined.

But he was different—he was still mortal, still bound to think of the Wang family and future generations.

"Go," Wang Wang Qiankun's will was unshakable.

"Elder, until we meet again."

Zhang Sheng spoke softly, then turned and walked away.

Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan followed close behind.

With the Three Tian Shi's permission, these three masters could leave—no one here could stop them.

As for the six Zodiacs hidden in Luoying Mountain, they had long since vanished.