Chapter 509

The long night is full of killing intent, overturning and covering.

The fish-belly white in the east seemed to be frightened by the scene before it, not daring to spread for a long time.

Before the dilapidated Lu Zu temple, the black and white Qi were distinct, the divine and demon stood together like heaven, and the terrifying phenomena were like the Dongyue Mountains crisscrossing, crashing down on the hearts and soul-aspects of everyone present.

In the face of this absolute gap in strength, any Dao method or supernatural power appeared pale and weak.

No one expected that the young man who was supposedly seriously injured and dying would erupt with such terrifying and peerless power in the face of life and death, overturning heaven and earth, life and death in a single thought.

Zhao Shanher bore the brunt, the determination to capture and the greed for the upcoming merit still frozen on his face.

The next moment, this great expert of the Zhai Shou realm was gripped by the throat by a giant hand, his Mysterious Palace Qi Sea was pierced through, and the Jin Dan he had worked hard to cultivate for many years was forcibly stripped and plundered from his Upper Dantian.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his soul-aspect was extracted and imprisoned by a force that was nearly crushing, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

Seizing the Jin Dan, capturing the soul-aspect.

Overpowering mountains and rivers!

The movement was as fast as lightning, and the phenomena were heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.

This ruthlessness and decisiveness did not have the slightest bit of dragging feet.

"Zhang... Zhang Fan..."

"You... you weren't injured... your... your strength..."

The trembling voice rang in the dark night, wrapped in uncontrollable fear, melting into the thick, ink-like chaos.

Huang Sanpo's emerald green single eye was now filled with boundless horror; the soul-guiding lamp had long since shattered, and the backlash made her hunched body tremble violently, like a leaf in the wind.

Behind her, an old and withered yellow weasel phantom appeared, not knowing how many years it had lived; now, looking at Zhang Fan, who was like a god or demon descending, a chill rushed from the soles of her feet to her crown, actually wanting to abandon Huang Sanpo.

Liu Ruyan's face lost its color; the face that had been well-maintained no longer had any laziness or charm, only paleness and fear remained; she subconsciously retreated, her high heels stepped on the gravel, she almost fell, and her graceful body under the cheongsam trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Qiming's shattered soul-aspect was like a great star about to fall, flickering in the air, transmitting a trembling, panicked, and uneasy fluctuation; he saw with his own eyes his brother being instantly suppressed, his Dao heart almost collapsed, and boundless regret and despair drowned him.

No one expected this.

This "criminal" named and pursued by the Dao Alliance throughout the world not only was not seriously injured and dying as the intelligence stated, but had long since recovered his strength, his injuries gone, and his ferocity as before.

This was simply a trap, a death trap that lured them to jump in voluntarily.

Now, they had become provisions for this great demon.

Regret!

The boundless emotion of regret grew, spread, and brewed wildly in the hearts of all the Dao Alliance experts like poisonous vines!

Regret for why they coveted this heaven-defying merit!

Regret for why they weren't more cautious and didn't mobilize more people!

Regret for why they provoked this evil star and acted rashly without instructions from above!

If they could do it again, they would never set foot in this Qin Huang City suburb, this damn Lu Zu temple, even half a step!

"He is always so deep and unrevealing!"

In the distance, Wang Tao's expression was solemn, and waves had long since risen in his heart; those enchanting eyes were wide open.

He had originally thought that Zhang Fan was just a trapped beast fighting, perhaps having some trump cards, but he never expected that the other party's strength had actually recovered to this point—no, even more fierce than the rumors.

"Wealth is sought in danger, and lost in danger; taking this step, one should have expected this kind of ending."

Zhang Fan stood horizontally on the spot, his cold voice ringing in everyone's ears.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a terrifying fluctuation rose, Zhao Shanher's Jin Dan suspended at Zhang Fan's center of gravity, wrapped in black and white Qi, frantically refining; the incredibly pure Dan Origin essence was like a great river, surging into Zhang Fan's Upper Dantian, nourishing the Jin Dan that had already stabilized but still had subtle cracks.

Hum...

The essence of the Life Merit completion, like innate origin Qi, nourished and repaired Zhang Fan's Jin Dan; the latter became more and more dazzling, and finally, the subtle cracks were also slowly closed under the scouring of this vast energy.

Rumble...

At the same time, the aura of Zhang Fan's soul-aspect covered the human world like the blue sky, shrouding everyone within the field.

"Zhang Fan, don't..."

"If you kill like this, the Dao Alliance will definitely not let you go."

"Acting perversely like this is a demonic path."

Zhao Qiming, Huang Sanpo, and Liu Ruyan screamed in terror, and even the soul-aspect of the old yellow weasel made squeaking sounds, filled with boundless anger and fear.

However, everything was in vain.

Rumble...

Everyone's soul-aspects collapsed in that terrifying phenomenon, turning into flowing light, and the next moment, they melted into Zhang Fan's body, sinking into the Spirit Platform Origin Palace.

Hum...

The black and white Qi boiled and clamored, the light of the soul-aspect became more dazzling, and the original cracks were almost impossible to see again.

Zhang Fan's aura soared again, and the aura of chronic illness rotated and receded.

At the Jin Dan, golden light moved!

At the soul-aspect, black and white were intense!

"The mystery of the rotation of all things."

Just then, Zhang Fan let out a long breath, the divine light in his eyes restrained, and his whole temperament was indescribably mysterious.

Heaven gives birth to all things, rotating according to the Dharma.

Even humans, even practitioners of the Dao, are just one link in that rotation; their soul-aspects, their Jin Dans, the so-called nature, the so-called life, obtained from heaven and earth, will eventually return to heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhang Fan also seemed to have become the most important link in that cycle, the indispensable transfer station.

Or rather, they were originally part of Zhang Fan!!

Heaven can give it, and can also take it back.

Under this "plunder," his injuries stabilized again, and he had already recovered eighty-eight or eighty-nine percent!

Although not completely recovered, his strength and aura were actually better than before.

"Sure enough, a calamity is a fatal disaster, but also a medicine for longevity."

Under the night, Zhang Fan stood before the Lu Zu temple, feeling his own changes, but his state of mind was calmer than ever, like that deep ancient well, without a single ripple.

After the great battle, the wind and smoke were all clear.

Before the broken temple, the Dao Alliance experts lay in a mess, each one gasping for breath, with air coming out and none going in, their cultivation ruined, their soul-aspects collapsed, already becoming useless people.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the distance, Wang Tao looked at the tragic scene before him, and then at Zhang Fan, whose aura was as deep as the sea and who was like a different person from just a moment ago, the fear in his heart rising infinitely.

Only then did he realize with horror that this young man, after this bloody baptism and plunder recovery, seemed to have truly condensed a trace of unique temperament, that kind of aura and terror of controlling life and death and looking down on all living beings...

High above, nearly invincible.

Such an aura was simply...

"Wu Wei Sect Master!?" Wang Tao's gaze was scattered, and his expression was actually a bit dazed.

"Little Pig, let's go."

Just then, Zhang Fan's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Wang Tao's thoughts back.