[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-440":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267540,4427,"Chapter 440: The Dao Has No Name! Born of Heaven, Nurtured by Earth, the Dantian Gestates","pure-yang-chapter-440",440,"\u003Cp>Night fell; looking up, only a dim moon hung high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the ancient, solemn hall stood towering figures, hidden amid curling incense smoke, each before them a spirit tablet—like immortal deities left behind in the mortal world, like clay idols in a temple, towering and awe-inspiring, feasting on incense, omnipotent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ancestors show no mercy; no name, no identity!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold voice echoed through the grand hall; countless gazes turned toward him—cold, solemn, compassionate, even mocking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Why? Why won’t the Ancestors open the Dharma gate and enshrine me as a god?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of daze, the urgent voice rose again, thick with deep resentment and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at those figures amid the ethereal, insubstantial incense, fists clenched, letting out a low roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, in this cold hall, before the mysterious altar of divine enshrinement, another had stood just like him, denouncing fate’s injustice, pouring out his anger and despair to the Ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Insolent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold rebuke erupted like rolling thunder, carrying unchallengeable authority that pressed upon the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that rebuke, the defiant head slowly bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ancestors show no mercy; this fate is sealed. From now on, you must hone your mind and spirit—do not follow the example of those in the past…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like the madman Zhang San!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold voice echoed through the solemn hall; the towering figures above resembled clay idols of immortals in a temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciples humbly remember!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of voices rang out; heads bowed in worship, yet eyes remained fixed upward, gazing at the towering forms amid the incense, refusing to lower their gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without divine enshrinement, the Immortal Path is forever out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, one must bow the head, feign ignorance, remain a coiled dragon hidden in the abyss, unseen by sun and moon, destined to sink into obscurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only with divine perception does one know the Dao is not empty; mortal years reflect faded red. Where is the mountain gate after a thousand years? Who escapes the calamity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a mysterious voice drifted through, like a beam of heavenly light piercing the dantian—suddenly, heaven and earth were clear, the mountains and rivers vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All are caught in calamity, yet all may attain immortality—only they hold the elixir of eternal life and do not know it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mysterious voice echoed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once the Nascent Soul awakens, one’s fate may rise higher than heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your achievement will surpass every ancestor of the Zhang family—above and below heaven and earth, you alone shall reign supreme…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if you’re never enshrined as a god?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mysterious voice continued, steeped in the weight of ages, hiding the great secrets of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if you have no name, no identity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Dao has no name!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a terrifying phenomenon surged into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Copper Bell Mountains, the figure sat cross-legged in the empty valley, hair standing on end like a mad demon—but at this moment, he awoke from the chaotic visions and illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Nascent Soul surged skyward, strange ripples spreading wildly around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cangyun stirred, wild winds raged like ghosts wailing at night, obscuring the cold moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Wuming!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the vast night, Zhang Fan walked forward, watching the scene before him; his usually calm face now showed astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His Nascent Soul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuang Yumian followed close behind, her beautiful face etched with deep shock as she stared at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them, Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul was boundless and unfathomable—like a great river, like a mighty stream, wild waves churning, surging without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layer upon layer of Nascent Soul ripples spread outward, covering the wasteland, shaking mountains and rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from this distance, she felt profound fear and trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What technique is this!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan frowned, his gaze deep; even with his knowledge, he could not discern Zhang Wuming’s true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know that Zhang Fan cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo and had touched the Three Corpses’ Fate Reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the Nine Methods, only these two involved the secrets of the Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul state was strangely peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to him?” Zhuang Yumian couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems out of control,” Zhang Fan’s gaze darkened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul was strange—extremely wild, insane, yet also profoundly clear, enlightened. These two extremes coexisted on him; if sustained, it would surely collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s growing more terrifying,” Zhuang Yumian frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul was like ice and magma fused together—the colder the ice, the fiercer the magma, the stronger their combined ripples became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, even she dared not approach even a step closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s gaze flared; he stepped forward, his Nascent Soul exiting his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Zhuang Yumian’s expression froze—her eyes saw darkness, the earth vanished, heaven and earth dim and chaotic, not a trace of light remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only that Nascent Soul appeared suddenly, like a abyss descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul sensed danger; like a tidal surge, terrifying ripples piled upon ripples, each one wild and overwhelming, like crashing waves, relentlessly striking Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this force, even the Great Bodhisattva’s Light would shatter; all Nascent Souls would be thrown into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, you’ve been hiding deep—what technique is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in surprise, yet those terrifying ripples struck his Nascent Soul like stones dropped into the ocean—no ripple, no disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul, like an abyss, swallowed the layers of ripples, then enveloped Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul entirely, tightly, completely…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the surging ripples calmed; Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul shifted from a raging ocean to a still, placid lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, within that endless, dark abyss, his Nascent Soul returned to its original state—unprecedented peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weak, exhausted sigh sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark abyss, Zhang Fan’s voice echoed; his thoughts intertwined, constantly observing Zhang Wuming’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine. Let go of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The external vision of the Nascent Soul dissolved; the chaotic abyss vanished. Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul stepped out and returned to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming’s Nascent Soul, like one escaping death, broke free from confinement and returned to its dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cool mountain winds blew, scattering the clouds, revealing the bright moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the gentle moonlight, Zhang Wuming sat cross-legged among wild grass, hands hanging limp, gasping for breath, sweat drenching his clothes, his scorching body heat evaporating the sweat into a mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan hurried over, supporting the weak, swaying Zhang Wuming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wuming lifted his gaze slightly, seeing Zhuang Yumian behind him, his expression instantly wary.\u003C\u002Fp>",1093,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","260ed213046c9c226c143a28904d504a5557ad7d50454d7acd984d912a6e81fe","pure-yang-chapter-441","pure-yang-chapter-439",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]