[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-509":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},2267609,4427,"Chapter 509: The Marvel of All Things Turning! Zhang Fan","pure-yang-chapter-509",509,"\u003Cp>The long, You dark night was drawing to an end, and the Sensen deadly intent churned and reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale streak of dawn in the east seemed paralyzed by the scene before it, hesitant to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the ruined Lu Zu Temple, black and white qi were sharply divided, gods and demons standing side by side like the heavens, a terrifying aura resembling the might of Mount Tai crashing down upon every heart and nascent soul present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this absolute disparity of power, all dao methods and divine abilities appeared pale and powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had expected that the so-called gravely wounded young man had, in the brink of life and death, unleashed such terrifying, unparalleled power—turning heaven and earth upside down, bringing forth and extinguishing existence with a single thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Shanhe bore the brunt; his face still froze in the resolve of his lunge to seize and the greed of imminent reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, this master of the Zhai Shou realm had his throat gripped by a giant hand, his Xuanguan qi sea pierced, his hard-won inner elixir forcibly ripped from his dantian and stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never had time to cry out; his nascent soul was extracted and bound by a force nearly crushing, his consciousness sinking into boundless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the inner elixir, absorbing the nascent soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crushing mountains and rivers!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were swift as lightning, his aura earth-shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such ruthlessness and decisiveness left not a trace of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang… Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… aren’t wounded… your power…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trembling voice rose in the night, laced with uncontrollable fear, dissolving into the ink-black void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Sanpo’s single emerald eye now held only boundless horror; her Soul-Calling Lantern had shattered, the backlash making her hunched body tremble violently like a leaf in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, a withered, yellow-skinned phantom emerged—unknown how many years old—now staring at Zhang Fan as if a god or demon had descended, a chill racing from her soles to the crown of her head, as if her own soul sought to abandon Huang Sanpo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ruyan’s face paled; her well-maintained features lost all languid charm, leaving only pallor and terror. She instinctively stepped back, her high heels crunching on rubble, nearly toppling, her slender body beneath the qipao trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiming’s shattered nascent soul flickered like a dying star in midair, radiating trembling, desperate waves of dread—he had witnessed his brother instantly subdued, his dao heart nearly shattered, drowned in boundless regret and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This “imperial criminal,” named and hunted across the land by the Dao Alliance, had not, as intelligence claimed, been gravely wounded and near death—instead, he had fully restored his power, his injuries gone, his ferocity unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a trap—a death trap designed to lure them in willingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they had become the prey of this great demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boundless regret, like poisonous vines, grew wildly, spread, and fermented within every Dao Alliance expert’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret for greedily chasing this monumental reward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret for not being more cautious, for not summoning more reinforcements!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret for provoking this calamity, for acting rashly without waiting for orders from above!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could relive it, they would never set foot in this suburb of Qinhuang City, not one step near this damned Lu Zu Temple!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s always been this deeply hidden!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Wang Tao’s face was grim, his heart already in turmoil, his Yaomei eyes wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had assumed Zhang Fan was merely a cornered beast with some hidden cards, never imagining his power had recovered to this extent—no, even greater than the rumors suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wealth comes from risk, and so does death. Once you took this step, you should have foreseen this end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stood firm, his cold voice echoing in every ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a terrifying surge rose—Zhao Shanhe’s inner elixir hovered at Zhang Fan’s center, wrapped in black and white qi, violently refined, its pure essence surging like a great river into Zhang Fan’s dantian, nourishing the already stabilized but still slightly cracked inner elixir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The essence of perfected life cultivation, like primordial qi, nourished and repaired Zhang Fan’s inner elixir, which grew ever more radiant; the final fine cracks slowly sealed under the torrent of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Zhang Fan’s nascent soul aura pressed down like the heavens over earth, enveloping all within its field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan, don’t…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you slaughter so openly, the Dao Alliance will never spare you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such perverse acts make you a demon and heretic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiming, Huang Sanpo, and Liu Ruyan cried out in terror; even the old yellow-skinned rat’s nascent soul emitted squeaky, shrill sounds, brimming with boundless fury and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all was in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All their nascent souls shattered within that terrifying aura, dissolving into streams of light, then merging into Zhang Fan’s body, sinking into his spiritual platform and yuan palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black and white qi boiled and roared; the glow of the nascent souls grew brighter, the original cracks nearly invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s aura surged again; the lingering sickness receded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his dantian, golden light shimmered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his nascent soul, black and white blazed intensely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The mystery of the turning of all things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zhang Fan exhaled slowly, his eyes dimmed with inner radiance, his entire demeanor strangely enigmatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things are born, turning by the law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even humans, even cultivators, are but one link in this cycle—their nascent souls, their inner elixirs, their nature, their life—all borrowed from heaven and earth, destined to return to heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zhang Fan himself seemed the most vital link in the cycle, the indispensable pivot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather—they had always been part of Zhang Fan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven may give, and heaven may take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this “plunder,” his injuries stabilized once more—he had recovered eighty-nine percent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not yet fully restored, his power and aura were now greater than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So indeed, calamity is death’s calamity—and also the elixir of immortality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the night sky, Zhang Fan stood before the Lu Zu Temple, sensing his transformation, his heart utterly still—like a deep ancient well, not a ripple stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the great battle, wind and smoke had cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the ruined temple, Dao Alliance experts lay scattered, each barely breathing, their cultivation stripped, their nascent souls shattered, now mere wastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away, Wang Tao stared at the gruesome scene, then at Zhang Fan—whose aura now ran as deep as the sea, utterly transformed from moments before—and his fear surged endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did he realize, with horror, that this young man, after this bloody Xili and plunder, had truly gathered a unique aura—the aura of mastery over life and death, of looking down upon all beings, terrifying and immense…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supreme, nearly invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This aura was simply…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Wúwéi Sect Master!?” Wang Tao’s gaze blurred, his expression dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Pig, let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Fan’s voice rang out sharply, pulling Wang Tao back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>",1161,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","daca24a14a9be44527a5a09b6e8bd805bc65f3fe249952602977b52ce4deef88","pure-yang-chapter-510","pure-yang-chapter-508",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]