Chapter 459: The End of the Nascent Soul! Zhang Tiansheng

Throughout antiquity, countless immortal scriptures exist—how many have spoken of the mystery of immortality?

Wine of long life, facing the ninth heaven, heedless of north, south, east, or west.

The Dao is silent; the Law is empty; only this one path is true cultivation.

Only this one path is true cultivation!!!

“The Ninth Method…”

“Divine True Nature!?”

Amid endless light and shadow, the name never revealed to the clans echoed within Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.

Boom… boom…

A thunderclap split the heavens, tearing apart the endless light and shadow; terrifying ripples arose from the nameless, nearly shattering Hu Sanniang’s Nascent Soul.

It seemed the ordinary, predetermined Nascent Soul could not bear the power born from that name.

Boom… boom…

Heavenly thunder raged wildly, earthly fire flew in chaos; heaven and earth twisted as if collapsing, mountains and rivers sank as if in the Final Dharma Age.

Before his eyes, brilliant radiance filled the sky, yet flowers rained down and withered; in an instant, ten thousand li of sky plunged into darkness.

Heaven and earth reversed into existence, arriving at the primordial singularity.

Even the primordial Nascent Soul was born from it.

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt he had reached the end of his Nascent Soul.

Rustle… rustle…

Heavy chains jolted violently; within the Three Corpses Golden Core, the still-sunken consciousness slowly revived, following Zhang Fan’s gaze toward the end of the Nascent Soul.

Hum…

In the primordial singularity of heaven and earth, at the end of the Nascent Soul, within that boundless chaos of the unknown, suddenly, a pair of eyes emerged…

Those eyes slowly opened in the endless night, gazing down upon the mortal realm, seeing all of humanity.

Within those indescribable eyes shone a radiance not of this mortal world.

Hum…

Yujing City, Changhe Square.

Inside the bright supermarket, Jiang Lai pushed a shopping cart, standing before the refrigerator, selecting milk.

“Jiang Lai, get this one—it’s nonfat. I’m on a diet lately.”

Beside her, Wen He picked up a carton of milk and handed it over.

Boom… boom…

At that moment, Jiang Lai’s hand froze mid-air; everything around her seemed to vanish, no light remaining before her eyes.

She snapped her head up, turned around—and suddenly saw, within the boundless chaos, a pair of eyes faintly floating.

“Divine True Nature!?”

Jiang Lai’s eyes were hollow, staring at the strange eyes, murmuring softly.

Whoosh…

At that moment, Jiang Lai walked toward those strange eyes; with each step, her body grew increasingly blurred, the surrounding scenery flickering and fracturing endlessly.

Boom… boom…

Finally, Jiang Lai stepped into the boundless chaos—her form vanished completely.

Immediately after, the enormous strange eyes also slowly faded, as if closing.

Inside the supermarket, the lights flickered, as if the wiring had malfunctioned.

Wen He instinctively looked up, then glanced three steps forward—her hand still holding the milk, but the space before her was empty; beside the shopping cart stood only her alone.

“Huh? Jiang Lai… Jiang Lai…”

“Where did she go?”

Wen He cried out, scanning left and right, searching through the flowing crowd.

…

Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul broke free from the boundless chaos; the strange eyes vanished as if from empty space.

At this moment, he felt the experience had been profoundly real—and yet utterly void.

Even his Nascent Soul seemed suspended between reality and void.

“What was that just now?” Zhang Fan murmured softly; after a long while, he finally shook off the disoriented feeling.

“You saw it too!?”

At that moment, the clanking of heavy chains rang out, followed by a low, hoarse voice.

“You saw it too!?”

“The Ninth Method is supreme—do you know why it has never appeared?” the low, hoarse voice suddenly asked.

“Why?”

“It is said the Ninth Method only manifests when the Final Dharma Age descends; at that time, countless inconceivable phenomena arise.”

The mysterious, low voice echoed within Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.

“You heard the unseen name—a seemingly insignificant action, yet its impact is profoundly far-reaching.”

“This means… this lifetime is the precise moment.”

“You are a crucial link in this karmic chain—you may find the Ninth Method, or perhaps because you heard this name, the destined one will receive it…”

The mysterious, low voice reverberated deep within Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.

“What exactly is the Ninth Method?” Zhang Fan could not help asking.

“The appearance of the Ninth Method means someone in this lifetime will become an immortal.”

“An immortal!?”

Zhang Fan’s heart leapt—among cultivators, it was an ethereal legend, yet the ultimate goal everyone aspired to.

“Yes… an immortal…”

“The Final Dharma Age has arrived; only one person in heaven and earth may become immortal.”

“That will be the last immortal in all of heaven and earth’s history.”

“The last one!?” Zhang Fan’s expression changed slightly, unable to help exclaiming.

“The Three Corpses Daoist… he must have sought the secrets of the Ninth Method.”

Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

The greatest martial artist of the ancient world—how could he not have explored the secrets of the Nine Methods, especially since he himself practiced the Three Corpses Destiny cultivation?

Clang… clang… clang…

At that moment, the clanking of heavy chains sounded again, rising and falling like tides, finally dissolving into boundless darkness, along with the mysterious aura, vanishing entirely.

“He’s becoming more human by the moment,” Zhang Fan frowned.

Though the Three Corpses Golden Core was merely a backup of Nascent Soul memory, the one within his body had sprouted budding consciousness—it was gradually changing.

Zhang Fan always felt the Three Corpses Golden Core he swallowed…

Was problematic!

“I’ll ask Mom when I get the chance,” Zhang Fan sighed inwardly.

Li Linglong should still be trapped in the great calamity of [Void Refining Form], and no one knows where she’s hidden.

Hum…

Zhang Fan suppressed his doubts and thoughts, returning his Nascent Soul to his body’s cavities.

On the deck, the night wind was cool, bringing him the long-missed sense of reality.

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes; Xu Jiuzhi and Lin Jianyue stood frozen, still unable to recover from the terrifying pressure just now.

As for Hu Sanniang, she lay sprawled on the ground, her breath faint to the extreme.

“San… San Niang… San Niang…”

At that moment, Xu Jiuzhi finally came to his senses, bending down to check—his face instantly paled.

Hu Sanniang, no longer the composed woman she had been moments ago, now lay motionless, eyes tightly shut, barely breathing—what a waste of such a fine body.

“Mr. Zhao, I know San Niang spoke out of turn and offended you… but please, for my sake, for Yueyue’s sake, spare her life?” Xu Jiuzhi pleaded urgently.