Chapter 488: Hidden Immortal Nest, Tomb of the Living Dead

Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Soul-Splitting Great Art.

This is the introductory technique to this supreme inner alchemy method; this single heavenly pass alone has blocked countless geniuses throughout history.

The Nascent Soul is subtle and minute; how can it be increased or decreased at will, let alone split and merged!?

In the world today, it seems only Zhang Fan has reached this step: his Nascent Soul split into three to evade a life-and-death calamity, and finally merged into one, shedding the great disaster of the Three Corpses.

"Zhang Fan, I told you, the secrets I carry will absolutely shock you." An Wuyang's expression was normal as he stared at the strange inscription, murmuring softly.

He did not refute Zhang Fan's question.

"Soul-Splitting Great Art... to be able to refine this method is already one in ten thousand. That day, when I traveled in spirit to Taishui Village, I once saw a figure in the Taishui Temple whose Nascent Soul was split into three; he had also refined this method."

Speaking to this point, Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line, staring fixedly at An Wuyang, and he threw out the question in his heart.

"That person was you!?"

An Wuyang was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at Zhang Fan, and immediately shook his head.

"It wasn't!"

"Hmm!?" Zhang Fan was stunned upon hearing this.

"I know who you are talking about..." An Wuyang said in a deep voice: "That is the successor secretly cultivated by the Wu Wei Gate; one day, he will inherit the position of Gate Master."

"Shang Xie of the Taishui Year and Ming Shenshou, the Master of the Crimson Palace, both support this person."

"Even the most mysterious Master of the Origin Palace within the Wu Wei Gate thinks extremely highly of this person," An Wuyang said in a low voice.

"The Master of the Origin Palace!?" Zhang Fan was silent.

The Masters of the Three Palaces are almost equivalent to the highest combat power of the Wu Wei Gate, and among them, the Master of the Origin Palace is the most top-tier.

Yet this person is mysterious and unfathomable; even their name has never circulated outside.

Li Changgeng does not know much about this person either.

"The future Gate Master cultivated by the Wu Wei Gate." Zhang Fan was thoughtful: "Have you seen them?"

"No."

An Wuyang shook his head and said: "It is said that this person was brought into the gate by the Wu Wei Gate's Deputy Gate Master, Mr. Nian, who called their talent unparalleled in the present age, even surpassing the Three Corpses Daoist of that year."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Zhang Fan, but even Meng Qing beside him changed color.

What kind of existence was the Three Corpses Daoist? The number one expert in the world for a hundred years; besides Chu Chaoran, who attained the Pure Yang Limitless, who could suppress him!?

Such a figure—how was their natural talent?

And the talent of the future Gate Master cultivated by the Wu Wei Gate could actually surpass this person!?

"Are you joking?" Meng Qing could not help but say.

An Wuyang's expression did not move, and he said indifferently: "Whether it is a joke, we will know in the future."

"One day, this person will appear before us, appear in this rolling red dust."

Speaking to this point, An Wuyang looked at Zhang Fan and said in a deep voice: "You should be very clear that for such a person, their identity is extremely confidential."

"The day they emerge into the world will surely be when their supernatural powers are perfected, and there will be few enemies in the world."

As he spoke, An Wuyang's gaze toward Zhang Fan grew brighter, as if he wanted to see flowers bloom on the other's face.

"Interesting, I never thought there would be such a figure in the Wu Wei Gate." Zhang Fan murmured a sigh, a different kind of brilliance rising in his eyes.

"If this person emerges, the first one they will take a knife to is you," An Wuyang changed the subject and actually said.

"Why?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

"Does this even need to be asked?"

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for having such a deep relationship with the Human Zodiac, and for refining that Three..."

An Wuyang's voice stopped abruptly, his gaze gloomy as he looked at Zhang Fan's figure on the stone tablet, which had no shadow.

In this context, the Zhang Fan before him was extremely similar to the Three Corpses Daoist of the past.

Both had deep relationships with the Human Zodiac, both refined the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, and both were not tolerated by the high-ups of the Wu Wei Gate...

The difference is that the Three Corpses Daoist of the past relied on himself, perfected his inner alchemy, was invincible in the world, and finally sat on the throne of the Wu Wei Gate Master.

Looking at Zhang Fan, he still has a very long way to go.

"That is a matter for a long time from now; I am more curious about you right now."

Zhang Fan could not help but look at An Wuyang.

The Soul-Splitting Great Art, splitting the Nascent Soul into three, and actually being able to cultivate to this level—even in Mount Zhongnan, one of the ten famous mountains of the Daoist gate, he shone brilliantly and was designated as the sect successor.

It is truly hard to imagine how terrifying this was before the soul-splitting!?

"Hmm!?"

"That's not right."

Zhang Fan's heart stirred; he suddenly thought that when An Wuyang was five or six years old, he had already been taken out of the Sanqi Orphanage by Chu Chaoran.

Had he already completed the soul-splitting by then?

Or could it be said that he utilized the research results of the 【Coffin-Lifting Society】 in the orphanage to facilitate his soul-splitting!?

If so, then where are the other two Nascent Souls?

Why didn't Chu Chaoran bring them out together?

"Zhang Fan, I know what you are thinking."

An Wuyang's voice rose, interrupting Zhang Fan's train of thought.

"My situation is not what you think... I said, the secret I carry will absolutely shock you."

"I am already shocked," Zhang Fan curled his lips and said.

"This doesn't count as a secret."

An Wuyang's words made Zhang Fan even more curious in his heart.

Cultivating the Soul-Splitting Great Art doesn't count as a secret? Then what does?

"Zi Shu, truly mysterious," Zhang Fan sighed inwardly.

"Let's go."

An Wuyang took a deep look at that strange stone tablet and stepped past it.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind, following the smoke and clouds rising from the 【Life Root】 as it pointed the way ahead.

Meng Qing looked at the backs of the two, her heart already pounding with fear.

Even if she were stupid, she could hear that An Wuyang's identity was absolutely extraordinary, not just as simple as a Mount Zhongnan successor.

Thinking of this, she seemed to understand a little why Zhang Fan would get mixed up with An Wuyang.

There are no normal people around this man.

"Qing."

Zhang Fan's voice came from ahead.

"Coming."

Meng Qing responded.

She subconsciously looked at the strange stone tablet and stepped forward to catch up.

In an instant, three clusters of black Qi appeared at the center of her brow, vanishing in a flash.

A moment later, the fog ahead filled the air again, the terrain of the empty valley dipped once more, and the surroundings were filled with jagged, strange rocks, the stones covered in dense patterns, looking extremely like the scales of some strange beast.

"The Dragon Vein Earth Qi here is becoming more and more intense," An Wuyang could not help but say.

If not for the guidance of the Life Root, they probably wouldn't have been able to find this kind of place.

Hum...

Suddenly, a strange sound came from ahead, like the breathing of some animal, heavy and mysterious.

Zhang Fan and An Wuyang looked at each other and could not help but slow their pace.

Even though both of them had profound cultivation, at this moment, they could not help but feel a trace of pressure.

Hum...

Just at this time, in the pervasive fog, there were actually dots of fluorescent light, looking extremely like the brilliance of stars.

The next moment, Zhang Fan stopped abruptly, and he saw that a hundred meters ahead, a deep pool had appeared, surrounded by heavy, strange rocks, and the silver-gray fog was spewing out from this deep pool.

"Dragon Sleep Breath!?" An Wuyang suddenly said.

"This should be where the 【Dragon Mouth】 is located, which is the entrance to the Tomb of the Living Dead."

As he spoke, An Wuyang strode forward.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind, walked to the edge of the pool, and saw that the bottom of the pool was covered with glowing jade dust, and the clear pool water was sometimes congealing and sometimes boiling; illuminated by the moonlight, the spring water turned into gelatinous jade marrow, slowly rising and changing.

"Strange." Zhang Fan looked at the strange scene before him and clicked his tongue in wonder.

The surrounding strange rocks were glowing with a faint fluorescent light, like the stars in the sky.