Chapter 408: The Pure Yang Realm

Where does the desolation rise in the mountain forest? The south wind sweeps across, and the eastern clouds flow.

Look at Zhenwu; that man is still standing at the absolute peak.

Realizing Pure Yang, a hundred years pass in an instant, like a dream or illusion.

Because of Fan, the waves of calamity rise; who is the hero today?

……

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes. A beam of light fell into his pupils, and he seemed to see the heavens and earth change color, the mountains and rivers shatter, yet in the blink of an eye, everything seemed to return to clarity.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and a bright moon leaped into the firmament.

The water flowed with a gurgle, and the flowers bloomed and fell.

Zhenwu Mountain did not look any different, yet it seemed to have changed its appearance entirely.

The heavens and earth are just like a person's single thought in an instant; there is always a chaotic multitude, impossible to see through, impossible to explain clearly, impossible to describe.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's vision blurred, and he saw a figure standing before him.

A long robe fluttered in the wind, the beard and hair stained with the traces of time, and in the hand, a tattered wooden sword was held.

"Zhenren..."

Zhang Fan's heart trembled slightly, and he could not help but call out.

At this very moment, Chu Chaoran was different from anyone Zhang Fan had seen before; he seemed to have changed the appearance of these mountains and rivers, and yet he also seemed to have revealed their true nature.

That feeling vanished in an instant, a change born of a single thought, something even the current Zhang Fan could not fathom or grasp.

Chu Chaoran looked deeply at Zhang Fan; that gaze was like the vast and boundless Canglan River, containing many, many emotions.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Li Miaoyin beside him.

"Master..."

Li Miaoyin woke up, a trace of bewilderment still lingering in her eyes.

Hum...

Chu Chaoran pointed a finger, landing on Li Miaoyin's forehead. Immediately after, a strange mark slowly emerged; the celestial mark supported a perfect circle, exactly the same as the mark left by the Zhenwu Jade Tablet on Zhang Fan's chest.

It was just that Zhang Fan's mark was golden, while the one appearing on Li Miaoyin's forehead was silver-white, like a bright moon, shining brilliantly.

"From today on, you are of the Zhenwu Dharma lineage, my closing disciple."

Chu Chaoran whispered, his voice very soft, yet it was like rolls of wind and thunder, spreading throughout Zhenwu Mountain.

At this moment, everyone woke up, as if breaking through the confusion of the womb, returning once again to the human world.

They looked at Li Miaoyin and at Chu Chaoran; everything that had just happened seemed like a long dream.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just at this moment, Chu Chaoran suddenly called out.

"Zhenren."

Zhang Fan hurriedly stepped forward, listening for instructions.

"Go to the Qingwei Palace and wait for me," Chu Chaoran whispered leisurely.

As the words fell, he took a step and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Immediately after, a long rainbow shot into the sky, and that tattered wooden sword returned to the Nanxuan Palace, hanging once again upon the sheer cliff.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin turned her head to look at Zhang Fan, a trace of unease lingering in her eyes.

"Yu Xuanji, that scourge."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, his voice chillingly cold. He looked around, but he could no longer find the figure of that woman.

In fact, when the Three-Corpse Daoist's three-corpse spirits were born just now, he had vaguely sensed that Yu Xuanji had already left Zhenwu Mountain; her aura was far outside the mountain, and they were sensing each other.

At this moment, Zhang Fan did not know what kind of impact this would have.

He also did not know what the ultimate fate of the three-corpse spirits of that former world-number-one expert was.

"Everything can only wait until I ask Chu Zhenren," Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Since Chu Chaoran wanted to speak to him alone, it must be about something extremely important. After all, in a situation like tonight, it was truly not easy for this Pure Yang Zhenren to spare the time.

One must know that, at this moment, representatives from the major Daoist sects and noble families were still waiting at the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

With such a major event occurring, who knows how many people and how many forces would be implicated; I fear the news has already reached Shangjing City and the Dao Alliance Headquarters.

"I feel..." Zhang Fan looked up at the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain, hesitating to speak.

"What?" Li Miaoyin asked, turning to the side.

"This world is about to fall into chaos," Zhang Fan murmured softly.

……

Tonight is destined to be sleepless.

However, most people were dazed and confused, not realizing what had happened this night or what kind of impact it would produce.

Such an impact exceeded imagination, almost qualifying as the greatest in a hundred years.

Since the Demon-Quelling of the Jiazi year, the greatest variable in the world has been tonight.

Yet, all living beings are ignorant, and the vast majority of practitioners on Zhenwu Mountain are actually the same; there is no difference between the two.

For the vast majority of people, what they saw tonight was only the invincible posture of the Pure Yang Realm.

That shock is enough to last a lifetime, with a long and lingering aftertaste.

……

The Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.

The Ancestor Hall had long since turned into ruins, and the representatives from the major sects and noble families were temporarily settled in the side hall.

At this very moment.

In the back mountain, inside the Daluo Hall.

Within the massive hall, besides Chu Chaoran, there were only the three Celestial Masters: Zhao Wuji, Xi Dongyang, and Liu Liu Nan Xu.

"Dongyang, go and handle the matters outside," Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

"Senior Brother, tonight's events..." Xi Dongyang hesitated, subconsciously looking at Chu Chaoran.

Tonight's great calamity—ordinary people only thought that the Pure Yang Zhenren had been plotted against and harmed, but those at the Three Tian Shi level could more or less see that the final calamity came from Chu Chaoran himself.

Within his body hid an existence like a demon or evil; even those as strong as Celestial Masters were wiped out in an instant.

This Pure Yang Zhenren seemed to be hiding a secret that could not be told.

"I will give them an explanation," Chu Chaoran said indifferently.

"Yes."

Xi Dongyang did not say more and slowly retreated.

"Little Liu, you go and help your Uncle-Master as well," Chu Chaoran waved his hand.

"Yes, Teacher."

Liu Liu Nan Xu turned and left; as her footsteps moved lightly, she glanced at Zhao Wuji.

In the blink of an eye, inside the Daluo Hall, only the pair of senior and junior brothers, Chu Chaoran and Zhao Wuji, remained.

"Pojie is a good child," Chu Chaoran suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's brows twitched violently. He looked up at Chu Chaoran, a flash of surprise rising in his eyes.

"You knew early on?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"When I picked him up, I knew," Chu Chaoran said indifferently.

Pojie, among his many disciples, did not have the highest natural talent, but he had been raised since childhood.

"He is the bloodline I left outside when I was a layman; strictly speaking, he counts as my great-grandson," Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"When he was very young, I recognized him."

"Why make things difficult for this child?" Chu Chaoran sighed.

"You think I wanted to?" Zhao Wuji looked up, looking deeply at Chu Chaoran.

"Chu Chaoran, from childhood to adulthood, you have always been a step ahead of me. When I was young, I had thoughts of competing with you, but who isn't hot-blooded when young?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"You act eccentrically and are a maverick; how close you are to the Wu Wei Sect, outsiders don't know, but you and I should be very clear."

"Tonight's great chaos is the karma you planted when you were young."

"The great calamity of the Daoist sects—the Master died on Long Hu Mountain, yet only you returned alive? When asked, you don't say a single word."