Chapter 444: Second-Grade Inner Alchemy! The Middle Ancestor Descends (5k Chapter)

Golden light is immortal, like the true nature of Pure Yang.

Where heaven and earth merge, where thoughts fly, there is the sound of chanting, as if sacrificing to the immortals and deities of heaven.

"I actually died?"

Yu Xuanji's residual thought carries deep disbelief; once upon a time, she thought that meeting that unknown existence was the greatest opportunity of her life!

Merging with such an existence, her Nascent Soul entered an unprecedented realm; that feeling was as if she were truly immortal and indestructible...

This world became simple in her eyes; that high-and-mighty feeling of controlling everything, as if she were the maker of the rules of the game!

So much so that she never truly regarded Zhang Fan as a threat.

But now...

She is going to die!!

Yu Xuanji's Nascent Soul gradually annihilates.

Her power, under Zhang Fan's grinding, had only three parts left.

Now, in that golden flow, it completely turns into nothingness, not even leaving a shred of energy or consciousness, as if her existence was originally empty.

"So that's how it is!"

Yu Xuanji's last thought drifts in the void, carrying a trace of self-mockery, and is finally ground away by that golden substance.

"Roar..."

The strange shadow falls into unprecedented madness; its figure shrinks, expands, splits, and aggregates...

Finally, in that golden substance, it also experiences unprecedented weakness; it even feels life and death.

"Zhang Fan, we..."

"We will eventually be together."

Suddenly, the golden substance is exhausted, and that strange shadow also annihilates in the human world.

Its existence seems to dissipate along with Yu Xuanji.

At this moment, a strange feeling rises in Zhang Fan's heart; he cannot determine whether the 【Three Corpses God】 has truly been beheaded, yet at this time, his Nascent Soul seems to have a layer of shadow fading away, becoming brighter and clearer.

The Nascent Soul enters a new realm, suddenly descending mysterious true fire.

Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul undergoes transformation; the light that rises becomes even more terrifying, like true fire descending, burning the body's orifices, refining the Inner Alchemy.

In the Daoist gate, life and merit are dual-cultivated, with "nine" as the limit.

The physical body transports medicine, nourishing the Nascent Soul; the Nascent Soul grows, deriving nature light.

Great Being realm, there are nine layers of original light.

The Nascent Soul grows, nature light is like fire, the furnace refines the body's abode, calcining the Inner Alchemy.

Zhai Shou realm, there are nine turns of Inner Alchemy.

Now, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul transforms and leaps, and the true fire that descends is naturally more powerful, calcining the Inner Alchemy, and layers of impurities are separated and seep out from it.

The energy of this Inner Alchemy is condensed and compressed again, and terrifying fluctuations stir up layers of energy ripples, radiating toward the surroundings with Zhang Fan as the center.

"He... he broke through again!?"

Everyone watches, only feeling their scalps go numb, and a look of incredulity appears on their trembling faces.

Zhai Shou realm, that is the supreme wonderful realm that countless people dream of.

Stepping into this realm requires how much accumulation, how much foundation, merit participating in creation, and mysterious cultivation over years, only then to have that one in ten thousand chance to achieve something.

However, refining the Inner Alchemy is both a milestone and a new starting point.

It requires the effort of water and ink, day and night cultivation, grinding the nine turns of Inner Alchemy, only then to have hope of looking toward Pure Yang.

Great masters of alchemy in ancient times, stepping into this realm, would stay away from the red dust, avoid deep mountains, and use the effort of water dripping through stone to temper the Inner Alchemy.

Precisely because of this, just one turn of effort, unless one has a heaven-sent opportunity, takes at least ten years, or even decades, to achieve something.

Zhang Fan just stepped into the 【Zhai Shou】 realm, and unexpectedly broke through again?

Equivalent to the bitter work of others facing the wall for ten years!

Hum—

Sure enough, his Inner Alchemy, under the calcination of the Nascent Soul's true fire, is a circle smaller than just now, and a "golden pattern" appears on the surface again, like curling incense smoke, like smoke and clouds gathering, mysterious and indescribable.

Nine turns of Inner Alchemy, divided into nine grades.

First grade is the beginning, ninth grade is the highest.

Ninth-grade Inner Alchemy, surface covered with golden patterns, that is a golden pill; taking one step further, the golden pill feeds back the Nascent Soul, giving birth to a Dharma image, that is the realm of the Xu Xu Guanzhu.

At this very moment, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul rises greatly, and the Inner Alchemy also enters the ranks of 【Second Grade】.

"Second-Grade Zhai Shou!?"

Shen Mingchan's eyes widen, his pupils full of incredulity.

Now that the end of the Dharma has arrived, it is difficult for the world to produce great practitioners again; among hundreds of millions of cultivators, there may not be one or two who can prove that mysterious supreme realm.

But that man, cultivation is as simple as eating and drinking; the mysterious realm, without the accumulation of years, is easily obtained, and at the Nascent Soul, all Dharmas are like flowers in full bloom.

"Heaven-born anomaly? What kind of person is he!?" Zhuang Yumian's brows knit, and the look in her eyes toward Zhang Fan is full of doubt.

Through the ages, those who are born as anomalies and achieve great success must be born in response to the times, extraordinary and unfathomable.

At this moment, she unexpectedly sees the shadows of the ancient years, those great masters of alchemy, and land immortals on Zhang Fan.

The only difference is that those were just legends, while this is reality.

"How is it? Is he dead?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Wuming walks forward; he naturally can see that Zhang Fan has been reborn and is no longer the same.

It is just that right now, what he cares about most is that Three Corpses disaster.

"I don't know." Zhang Fan shakes his head and whispers.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Zhang Wuming frowns.

"He may not be dead, but he is definitely not alive." Zhang Fan says a meaningful sentence.

Zhang Wuming's brows lift, even more confused.

In fact, Zhang Fan cannot determine it either, but it cannot be denied that the 【Three Corpses God】 has indeed annihilated in the golden substance.

The moment this "fact" happened, his Nascent Soul obtained sublimation, like quantum entanglement, one rising and one falling.

Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul then had such a mysterious change.

"I have discovered now that whether he is alive or not is not important, but that he is gone is really important." Zhang Fan has tasted the sweetness and is somewhat addicted to it.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Wuming's face sinks slightly, only feeling that Zhang Fan seems to have become different, not just in cultivation realm, but also in mentality and thought.

This kind of thought seems somewhat dangerous.

The mountains and wilderness are silent, the pale moon flows with clouds.

Gazes lie in wait, holding their breath, not even daring to look directly at Zhang Fan.

Especially Shen Mingchan; he really wants to leave, but his legs are like they have been filled with lead, unexpectedly unable to move a fraction. He is afraid that if he moves, he will attract the attention of this great demon king before him.

Hoo—

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan moves; he walks toward Yu Xuanji's broken body, the latter having only half a head left, falling in the pool of blood.

"Falling flowers reflect the residual red... what a pity, your path ends here." Zhang Fan sighs lightly.

Suddenly, that remaining half-head shatters violently, turning into a mass of charred black smoke; at the same time, a mass of silver-white airflow slowly rises, falling into Zhang Fan's palm, gathering in one place, as if a bead.

"The Dragon Pearl of Mount Luo!?"

Gazes become extremely fiery; that is the essence accumulated by the dragon vein of Mount Luo for five years, and it is also the treasure that all parties covet in this 【Alchemy Origin Dharma Assembly】.

Whoever can obtain this "Dragon Pearl" is the master of this first blessed land.

"So this treasure had long since fallen into Yu Xuanji's hands!?"

A realization rises in everyone's heart.

It must be said that this descendant of Mount Sanqing is truly blessed with heaven-defying luck and strong means; they were fighting to the death here, but this woman had already quietly obtained this essence of the Mount Luo dragon vein.

No wonder her head was so hard, still able to keep half a head from being destroyed in that 【Spirit Platform Divine Light】, mostly because of this "Dragon Pearl."

Unfortunately, she met Zhang Fan.

In the end, she only died and disappeared, acting as a wedding dress for others in vain.

"So it was with her." Zhang Wuming looks at that mass of silver-white airflow and cannot help but sigh.

Obtaining this treasure, this Alchemy Origin Dharma Assembly, they can be considered complete.

Mount Luo, this first blessed land, will be the foundation for their Fan Sect to gain a foothold in the land of Xijiang.

"The pill is the supreme treasure of the colored body, refining it leads to infinite changes. Further study the true sect on nature, deciding the wonderful use of no birth..."

Suddenly, a faint whisper echoes, reverberating in the quiet mountains.

As the sound falls, the deep mountains suddenly feel clear and bright, the sound of insects and birds echoing in the ears; looking up, the bright moon is three parts brighter.

"At such an age, one has already achieved Life Merit Great Success, realized the mystery of Inner Alchemy, and stepped into the Zhai Shou realm."

The voice echoes again, suddenly right beside him.

Everyone looks up; not far away, on the stone tree, a figure appears out of thin air, Daoist robes fluttering in the wind, face like a crown of jade, wind and spirit handsome; his temperament seems to merge with the rolling pale mountains.

"Uncle-Master Fei!?"

Shen Mingchan is most excited to see the person coming; he clenches his fists tightly, as if grabbing a straw, letting out a roar, calling out, his tense nerves instantly relaxing.

Saved!

"Fei Liangren!?"

Zhuang Yumian and Lin Haitang's hearts both thump; the two look at each other, and a look of deep solemnity appears on their beautiful faces.

They come from great sects and naturally know the famous experts of Xijiang like the back of their hands.

Fei Liangren is a great expert of 【Mount Gezao】, with the cultivation of the Xu Xu Guanzhu realm.

One must know, Three Tian Shi-level figures are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and not every mountain or sect has them.

For ordinary sects, having a High Merit expert sitting in town is already very face-saving.

Great Being-level, that can participate in the relevant affairs of the local Daoist gate.

If there is an expert in the Zhai Shou realm, then all aspects must give face, and all major and minor matters in the locality must be informed.

As for Xu Xu Guanzhu... if the Three Tian Shi does not come out, that is an invincible existence. ===== CHAPTER 445 =====

If a Three Tian Shi does not appear, then that is an invincible existence.