Chapter 441: All Dharmas are Like Flowers in Full Bloom

In a single step, it is the distance between heaven and earth.

That is the difference between clouds and mud.

That is the difference between heaven and earth.

"Wait!"

Zhang Wuming's face changes suddenly, and he cries out in alarm.

He knows well the terror of that Heaven-Born and Earth-Raised 【Mud Pill】.

If one says that an ordinary human's 【Mud Pill】 is a room, and the Nascent Soul is like light shining everywhere, then once a realm is born, there is the phenomenon of white light in an empty room.

But the Heaven-Born and Earth-Raised 【Mud Pill】 is like a chaotic void, and also like an endless abyss.

No matter how strong the Nascent Soul's light is, once it sinks into it, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, sand sinking into an abyss, ultimately blending into that endless chaos, not seeing a shred of fluorescent light, and will eventually dissipate and disappear.

Precisely because of this, the Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus is regarded as the most terrifying existence in the human world.

Heaven-born and earth-raised, seizing the creation of the universe, enduring thousands of calamities; as long as it descends into the world, it can be called immortal and indestructible.

The Mud Pill enters the empty room, yet there is no Nascent Soul trapped within.

All Dharma methods are nearly useless to them.

Such an unconventional existence has almost no weaknesses to speak of, especially methods involving the Nascent Soul, which are in name only.

Boom—

Sure enough, the moment Zhang Fan takes a step, the "pine cone" on the strange stone tree emits a mysterious fluctuation, and the light around it seems to disappear.

The place where that "pine cone" is located is like a chaotic long night, silent and without light, gloomy like an abyss.

Hum—

At almost the same moment, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is like coming from where it came, returning to where it should go, unexpectedly sinking directly into the strange "pine cone."

Suddenly, the light around that "pine cone" becomes even dimmer.

In the sky, wind and clouds surge suddenly, thunder rumbles deeply, coming from the depths of the nine heavens, as if the Heavenly Lord is furious.

"If there is a strange phenomenon in the human world, heaven and earth must have changes in wind and clouds!" Zhang Wuming's face changes suddenly.

The moment Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul enters the strange "pine cone," it seems to have a very profound influence; in the dark, a subtle change rises quietly.

"His Nascent Soul... the light is dissipating." Zhuang Yumian's face loses its color.

She can feel that the aura of Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is continuously declining; a Nascent Soul as powerful as his, after entering the "pine cone," must also be annihilated.

"That is the Heaven-Born and Earth-Raised Mud Pill." Zhang Wuming says in a deep voice.

Just now, he only had his Nascent Soul approach, and he became chaotic and crazy, nearly entering the demonic path and dying.

Let alone Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul entering directly into the "pine cone."

"The gestation of a Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus begins with the Mud Pill." Zhang Wuming grinds his teeth.

The gestation of a Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus is truly too difficult; from the embryonic form until it descends into the world, one does not know how many calamities it must endure.

Just like that Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus in 【Mount Chanbao】, if it hadn't been discovered in advance by experts from Long Hu Shan, who laid out a layout for hundreds of years, vainly attempting to borrow the body's orifices through the corpse-dissection method to become an immortal, it might not have been able to survive until today; it would likely have already suffered a calamity.

Even so, that Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus has not truly taken shape, and it is at least a hundred years away from descending into the world.

Such an existence is rare to see through the ages; in heaven and on earth, apart from the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, it is likely difficult to find an opponent; even a Celestial Master-level figure would have to pale in comparison before a Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus.

Precisely because of this, even if that "Mud Pill" is only an embryonic form, it is not something an ordinary Nascent Soul can dabble in.

Boom—

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul lights up fiercely.

The Nascent Soul's nature light shines through the endless long night; that brightness even makes Zhuang Yumian's and Zhang Wuming's Nascent Souls become blurry, as if they are about to merge into that brightness at any moment.

"His Nascent Soul is terrifying to this extent!?" Zhuang Yumian's heart and spirit are greatly shaken, feeling as if the spirit platform between her brows is about to split open.

Her Nascent Soul is trembling, struggling, as if it is about to abandon her and merge into that immeasurable light.

Cultivating until now, she has never seen a human Nascent Soul that could be this bright.

"Incredible, how exactly does he cultivate?" A voice seems to be questioning in Zhuang Yumian's heart.

She considers herself gifted, having cultivated the Daoist methods inherited from Mount Luyin one by one, and even having perused the experience summaries of predecessors; not to mention gathering the great achievements of her sect's Daoist methods, at the very least she has received the protection of the Ancestors and refined three parts of the heat.

But the brightness displayed by Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul has completely overturned Zhuang Yumian's cognition.

Can a human Nascent Soul really be cultivated to this realm!?

Thoughts give birth to fine light, the Dharma shines on heaven and earth.

Such a phenomenon already has the shadow of the great masters of alchemy through the ages.

Boom—

Suddenly, strange fluctuations rise; the inside of the "pine cone" seems to be a chaotic void wriggling, and with one breath and one inhalation, it completely annihilates the light of Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is like a speck of dust, sinking into the endless void, not knowing heaven above, not knowing earth below, swaying uncertainly, confused and muddled.

Such exile is like the secret in the womb, returning to nothingness.

"Extinguished? Even his powerful Nascent Soul cannot dabble in this thing?" Zhuang Yumian's heart trembles.

If it were her, she fears her Nascent Soul would have its nature light annihilated before even touching the "pine cone," her Nascent Soul entering silence and turning into nothingness.

"That is something heaven-born and earth-raised; how could it allow mortal contamination?" Zhang Wuming says with a solemn expression.

"Back then, that Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus in Bai He Guan once made a move, and even the Three Corpses Daoist nearly died at its hands."

"Bai He Guan... does a living Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus really exist in this world!?" Zhuang Yumian cannot help but be moved.

Even as a disciple of Mount Luyin, she has never come into contact with such secrets.

"Correct." Zhang Wuming says with a solemn expression.

At that time, the Three Corpses Daoist had already gained great momentum, but had not yet entered the ranks of the world's number one experts; such a Three Corpses Daoist was killed by the Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus of Bai He Guan until he was in a dilemma of life and death, his Nascent Soul shattered.

One of his confidantes also died at the hands of the other party, and even the Master of the Nascent Palace at that time died on the spot.

Such an existence, if it does not come out into the world, the human world has peace and tranquility for years; once it comes out, it is difficult to find an opponent in the world, and it can almost sweep across the eight wildernesses and ten lands.

"The Three Corpses Daoist, what he cultivates is the Three Corpses Illumination..." Zhang Wuming says in a deep voice.

Even if he had not yet become the world's number one at that time, the Three Corpses Illumination had already reached great success; the number of people in the world who could challenge him could be counted on two hands.

Even so, he had to harbor hatred before the Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus of Bai He Guan.

Just because the Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus has no innate Nascent Soul, and the most critical thing is that their Mud Pill is extremely special, like an endless void, capable of annihilating all Nascent Soul heavenly light.

This was almost one of the most tragic great calamities in the life of the Three Corpses Daoist.

So much so that later, when his divine powers reached great success and he was invincible in the world, the first thing he did was to find Bai He Guan, almost beating that Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus to death; the latter was like a stray dog, only able to hide in a realm without light, gasping for breath.

It was not until sixty years ago, when the Three Corpses Daoist sat and died at the peak of Mount Dongyue, that He dared to show His head.

As a result, Chu Chaoran attained the Pure Yang Limitless Realm and personally went to his door to ask for advice.

Since then, there has been no news of that Heaven-Born Spirit Fetus from Bai He Guan.

"I told him not to be anxious, not to be anxious." Zhang Wuming grinds his teeth.

Even the Three Corpses Daoist had suffered a great loss; even if it is only an embryonic form of a Heaven-Born Mud Pill, it still deserves to be called a terror in the human world.

Boom—

Just at this moment, in the endless void, a phenomenon suddenly rises, twisting like a fire dragon gone mad, immediately forming a Li Fire sword edge.

"Master Lu Zu's Dharma intent, Fire Dragon Alchemy Sword!?"

Zhang Wuming is stunned for a moment; he does not know why Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is unexpectedly starting to study Daoist methods at this time.

Hum—

The endless void vibrates, the sharpness turned into by the twisting fire dragon is instantly annihilated, and the aura of Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is suppressed once again.

The next moment, under the Nascent Soul's feet, a phantom rises proudly—what a Dharma King throne, a towering Jade Bureau layered platform, seeing nine lotuses clearly, everywhere pearls and treasures.

"Taiyi Dharma, Salvation Technique!"

Zhang Wuming's face is solemn; before he can recover, the endless void annihilates that technique once again.

Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul is like entering silence; the next moment, a black wind suddenly rises, rolling up a chilling fire, reforming and renewing, burning and destroying everything.

"Black Wind Great Fire!"

"What is he doing?" Zhang Wuming's brows knit, expressing confusion.

"I think I know." Zhuang Yumian says suddenly.

"What do you know?"

"Can you fill an infinite empty valley?" Zhuang Yumian changes the subject and asks an unrelated question.

Zhang Wuming is stunned for a moment, then shakes his head.

"Correct, you can't do it; no one in this world can do it."

"The void is infinite; that is the characteristic of the Dao." Zhuang Yumian says solemnly.

"To want to fill the void, one must be endless and unceasing; that is also the characteristic of the Dao."

"Endless and unceasing!?"

Zhang Wuming's eyes light up, looking at Zhang Fan, yet a realization rises in his heart.

"Abandon all thoughts, have no fear, have no sorrow, only the Dao heart remains..."

"If one Dharma is extinguished, another must be born."

"That is acting without intention."

"That is being endless and unceasing."

Zhuang Yumian clenches her hands tightly, the light in her eyes becoming brighter.

"Non-action!?" Zhang Wuming whispers.

Boom—

The black wind and great fire are suddenly annihilated; yet in that remaining phenomenon, there seems to be something unclear and indescribable imprinted in the endless void, like spirit, like the dark, difficult to wear away, continuously spreading. ===== CHAPTER 442 =====