[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-493":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},2267593,4427,"Chapter 493: The King of Heaven and the Sect Master! Lord of the Yuan Palace","pure-yang-chapter-493",493,"\u003Cp>The Tomb of the Living Dead, within that mysterious cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the old man approached, the scene before them transformed utterly, as if the pale moon divided its radiance and the clear river shared its reflection, both inside and out becoming perfectly clear and pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an aura born from one’s small cosmos stirring the great cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is what is meant by “Heaven and Man as One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human heart is the heart of Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people, their hearts swayed by circumstances, easily stirred by scenery—grieving spring, lamenting autumn, lost in memories, always infected by sorrow, as if even the surrounding environment became part of that grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the level of a Daoist Master, it is circumstance that follows the heart; with a single thought, heaven and earth mirror it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Wang, his inner state was like the vast expanse of heaven, his bearing like the pure bright moon, his gaze illuminating the endless void—clearly within reach, yet untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the foremost of the Pure Yang Wang family, the greatest expert in Qinxi Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Three Corpses Daoist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that title issued from King Wang’s lips, everyone snapped back to awareness, staring at Zhang Fan with strange eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Corpses Daoist was a title inherited only by those who ascended to the throne of the Wuwei Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout history, for people today, the most famous name was that of the man a century ago—the supreme champion, invincible across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this very title had somehow been linked to Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, you jest—I could never…” Zhang Fan steadied his spirit, forcing a faint smile, while his thoughts raced to their limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not expected that this elder of the Pure Yang Wang family would have traveled all the way from the capital, appearing here in the Tomb of the Living Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first rule of the Wuwei Sect: whoever cultivates the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate becomes the sect’s master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Wang spoke coldly, cutting off Zhang Fan’s “excuses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though your elixir method has not yet reached perfection, it is already partially accomplished, the aura has arisen; given time, you may yet become another Three Corpses Daoist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these words, King Wang’s gaze sharpened into a single thread, locking firmly onto Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man of his stature, with a single thought, could overturn heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For such a gaze to appear upon a junior was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the infamous reputation of the supreme elixir method was enough to command the attention of this foremost expert of Qinxi Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That gaze alone made Zhang Fan feel as if facing a mortal foe, his scalp ready to burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nearly the same instant, Li Yishan instinctively pulled Zhang Fan back a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a subtle motion, caught by King Wang’s eyes, drew a faint smile from the Grand Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ren Xiao!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, your surname is Li?” King Wang suddenly changed tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yishan said nothing—or rather, at this moment, he could not speak, only nodded with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a Daoist Master, both he and Zhang Fan were still far too immature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you possessed even a third of your grandfather Li Jiugong’s ability, I might let you leave today.” King Wang sighed, his gaze returning to Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Transcendent True One is old; he likely cannot guard the Daoist sect’s peace for another sixty years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Zhang Fan’s expression changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Wang’s implication was clear: decades ago, at the peak of Dongyue, Chu Chaoran defeated the Three Corpses Daoist, securing this sixty-year peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Chu Chaoran was old; if another Three Corpses Daoist arose, how could the world remain safe? Where could another Pure Yang Ultimate be found?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the emerging threat must be crushed in its cradle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, Zhang Fan instinctively stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single step felt like plunging into a ten-thousand-zhang abyss—beneath him, emptiness; above him, no sky; the earth could not bear him; though heaven and earth were vast, there was no place left for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!” Zhang Fan’s heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had achieved cultivation, his elixir method was exquisite—but before the Grand Master’s realm, he still lacked the necessary depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“King Wang turns the sun and moon, heaven and earth invert into formlessness…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a slow, gentle voice arose, like spring breeze and tranquil water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan raised his brows and saw a glow dissolve before him; the cave’s clarity returned, the terrifying pressure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All turned toward the sound; even King Wang’s attention was drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center sat a young man—Zhang Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He… when did he get here?” Meng Qi’s beautiful eyes trembled; she instantly recognized him—the man from the surveillance footage who had taken Li Yishan and Qin Ergou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she did not know when he had entered the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he had been there all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only now did he truly appear in the sight of all, in the awareness of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Discard limbs, cast aside wisdom, depart form and ego, merge with the Great Throughflow.” King Wang gazed at Zhang Wang, his expression solemn, sighing softly: “What a marvelous state of Sitting Oblivion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“King Wang, you are a famed master of the world—why harass a junior disciple?” Zhang Wang smiled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though young, his speech now carried an ancient, aged weight, leaving all feeling strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Learning knows no order; the one who attains leads. Who, in all history, has cultivated the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate to this level?” King Wang shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is no junior disciple—he is the coming great calamity of the Daoist sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, all changed expression; even Zhang Fan’s face grew peculiar—he had no idea he’d become so formidable, to earn such recognition from a Grand Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s not recognizing you—he’s planning to kill you.” Zhang Wang seemed to read Zhang Fan’s thoughts, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For this brat, you’ve finally chosen to appear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, King Wang’s words pulled everyone’s thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s heart lurched—so the foremost expert of Qinxi Province had not come for him? His true target was Zhang Wang!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Your Majesty has too grand an ambition—he wants to control everything. Did I merely show my face in the capital, and already he fixates on me?” Zhang Wang suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t merely show your face—you nearly dug up the ancestral tomb of the Baihe Guan founder.” King Wang shook his head, sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That tomb is the foundation of Baihe Guan; only a handful of people in the world could find it. So Jiang Zonghui is deeply curious—who exactly are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, all drew a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Zhang Wang was no ordinary man—he dared to disturb Baihe Guan’s ancestral graves?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The founder of Baihe Guan… was present when the Dao Ancestor and the Three Corpses debated on He Ming Mountain.” Zhang Wang murmured suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Zhang Fan’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen it in the memories of the Three Corpses Elixir: after the Three Corpses Daoist attained great power, he once climbed Longhu Mountain, where a painting hung in the ancestral hall—depicting Dao Ancestor Zhang Daoling cultivating on He Ming Mountain, seated in discourse with another Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Daoist was the founding master of the Wuwei Sect, the first Three Corpses Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wang referred to this past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, in those untraceable ages, in that long-lost history of He Ming Mountain, there had been yet another man—the founder of Baihe Guan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baihe Guan… Baihe Guan…” Zhang Fan murmured to himself, savoring the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t merely want to verify a few details—Jiang Your Majesty is too petty.” Zhang Wang smiled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you wish to investigate, perhaps you should come with me back to the capital?” King Wang’s eyes narrowed slightly, issuing an invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, let’s see if you have the ability.” Zhang Wang laughed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his entire aura changed, no longer resembling his former self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Grand Void, he forgot his form and body, no self, no other, no dust. Inner breath fused with sun and moon; outer form dissolved into the void’s whiteness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In chaos, unaware he was but a guest; in daze, sensing only Dao as his womb. Only now did he recognize the Master of Wuwei—sitting on the spiritual terrace, forgetting ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat there, forgetting the past, forgetting his form, even forgetting the present—only a vast, indistinct aura remained, faint yet present, present yet faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All stared, eyes wide—where Zhang Wang had been, his form was now utterly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nearly the same instant, King Wang stepped forward; his aura grew even more terrifying—like the sovereign of heaven, the lord of earth, his palm seemingly turning sun and moon, ready to grind Zhang Wang’s aura to dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>",1463,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b13c1d5426c6a654ed3168ba84d93df044ae1ed75040ed3fdd7743d79240e28a","pure-yang-chapter-494","pure-yang-chapter-492",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]