Chapter 512

Night was fraught with dread, the great moon streaming light.

The cold lunar radiance could not dispel the palpable killing intent and despair frozen before the Lu Zu Temple.

Zhang Fan’s sudden appearance, that single Daoist title chanted, had already pushed the atmosphere to the brink of explosion.

Who could have foreseen that his action would be swifter, more domineering, more rapid than his words?

Almost the instant his voice faded, a terrifying, peerless pressure descended like an invisible giant palm, precisely engulfing Feng Qinghan, who stood slightly behind.

“You—”

Feng Qinghan barely managed a short, shrill scream; his pale face instantly flooded with ultimate agony and unimaginable terror.

The next moment, a phantom, writhing, ice-pure soul-shimmering Nascent Soul was forcibly ripped from his crown, yanked out by an irresistible force!

First strike, seizing the initiative!

Domineering soul-binding!

Merely this scene caused Qin Tiandeng, Leng Canxiang, and Yuan Baitian beside him to turn ashen.

“Soul-binding… could the Wuwei Sect’s soul-binding be wielded thus?”

On Qin Tiandeng’s solemn face, the first tremor of shock appeared; his pupils shrank to needle-points.

Capturing the Nascent Soul, refining it into medicine—this was the most common tactic of the Wuwei Sect’s demons.

But such a technique usually only worked against those far below one’s own realm.

Feng Qinghan, a full Fifth Transmutation Inner Core expert, a regional overlord even in the End Dharma Era, crumbled before Zhang Fan like clay chickens and earthen dogs—his Nascent Soul torn from his body, vanishing in an instant, thrust into the abyss of life and death.

What manner of technique is this?

What manner of domineering power is this?

“This brat is even more sinister than his father ever was!”

In Leng Canxiang’s single eye, boundless hatred and dread erupted; his fingers, caressing his scar, whitened from clenched knuckles.

Yuan Baitian’s arrogance vanished entirely, replaced by a face of iron-gray and deep wariness.

He had not anticipated that this youth was even more domineering, more ruthless, more unpredictable than the intelligence described.

This long flight through life and death—this dangerously formidable youth—had undergone a transformation beyond imagination, defying logic, exceeding all expectations.

Boom…

In the very instant their spirits reeled, Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul surged violently from his spiritual platform!

Black and white Qi boiled and intertwined—one half blazing boundless radiance, like daylight descending, scattering darkness; the other swallowing all celestial splendor, like eternal night blanketing all things.

Two utterly opposite, mutually hostile essences fused perfectly, as if divine and demon stood side by side, radiating supreme authority that towered over all beings, indifferent to life and death…

“Divine-Demon Sacred Embryo!?”

Boom…

Beneath this terrifying pressure, Feng Qinghan’s Nascent Soul quaked violently, like cracked, parched earth—each fragment splitting apart, unable to endure even a breath, emitting a silent wail before being utterly crushed into pure streams of light.

Hum…

The streams surged, drawn into Zhang Fan’s mouth with a single inhale—like absorbing essence—he directly refined them into his spiritual platform between his brows.

After swallowing this Nascent Soul, the black and white Qi swirling around Zhang Fan’s soul grew even more furious, his aura surging again.

Simultaneously, his motion never paused—he extended his other hand like a phantom, five fingers like hooks, effortlessly piercing Feng Qinghan’s collapsed flesh, plunging straight into his dantian, and wrenching hard.

A core, still radiating faint cold, spinning smoothly, was seized in his palm!

“Puff!”

Five fingers twisted, crushing violently.

Pure, vast Core essence gushed forth like a breached dam, rolling out—Zhang Fan inhaled, swallowing it all into his belly.

“Boom… boom…”

At this moment, a muffled roar, like wind and thunder colliding, echoed from Zhang Fan’s abdomen—as if a great beast within had awakened and roared.

Within his dantian, the Inner Core, already restored to eight-eight-nine-nine, blazed with renewed brilliance; the last microscopic cracks, invisible to the eye, rapidly sealed and vanished before their gaze.

The Core became ever more flawless, round, and perfect, golden light internally contained—as if purified and reborn entirely.

“Excellent, excellent—truly a wondrous cultivation realm, a supreme medicine of the mortal world!”

At this moment, Zhang Fan let out a long howl, rolling like thunder, earth-shaking, brimming with unimaginable terror and might.

“No good!”

The three experts’ hearts lurched; their faces changed instantly.

From Zhang Fan’s first move until now, the entire process flowed seamlessly—less than ten seconds.

A Fifth Transmutation Inner Core expert was dead, his Dao extinguished.

His Nascent Soul obliterated, his Inner Core shattered—leaving only a stinking corpse.

Such ruthless, domineering, horrifyingly efficient tactics filled the remaining three experts with shock and fury, cold dread rising in their spines.

They could feel that in these mere ten seconds, Zhang Fan had undergone an extremely terrifying transformation.

His Nascent Soul was supreme medicine; his Inner Core, a rare treasure.

All things return to my body—this is how I refine eternal life.

“Master of the Wuwei Sect!?”

Qin Tiandeng, Leng Canxiang, Yuan Baitian’s faces grew grimly serious.

In the quiet night, that young man stood there—yet he imposed an invisible pressure upon them, like endless mountains stretching, like surging rivers, as if the vast heavens and earth had shrunk to nothing but that single figure.

The pressure bearing down on them grew stronger by the moment.

Such an aura was simply unimaginable on a youth.

At this moment, they felt as if facing the true Master of the Wuwei Sect.

Not now…

But in the future!

“The great tide is forming! The great tide is forming!”

“If this boy is left alive, he will become a great plague to the Dao sects!”

“Kill!”

Countless thoughts intertwined, countless ideas boiled—finally condensing into one single resolve.

The three no longer harbored any hope or hesitation—they unleashed their full power.

“Brat, if you leave this place alive today, I’ve wasted fifty years of Dao cultivation!” Leng Canxiang roared.

Facing this son of his former enemy, this great expert of Kongdong Mountain, he unleashed terrifying combat power.

His single eye turned crimson; his Nascent Soul illuminated the void, his Seventh Transmutation Inner Core manifesting in his dantian—not still, but spinning at a bizarre spiral velocity!

Terrifying Core essence fused with his soul’s radiance, surging wildly—within an instant, forming a phantom seal.

The seal was ancient and primordial, square and massive, its surface seemingly branded with mountains, rivers, the state, and celestial trajectories—existing between reality and illusion. The moment it appeared, it warped the surrounding space, radiating a supreme domineering will capable of overturning heaven and earth, subduing all.

“Heaven-Turning Seal!?” Zhang Fan’s brow lifted, his gaze sharpening.

Among the Ten Great Dao Mountains, Kongdong Mountain was the most mysterious and reclusive.

Yet he had heard of this famed Dao technique.

When the seal rises, star-rivers shatter, heaven and earth invert, the four seas collapse.

No matter how many transformations your divine arts may hold, when the Heaven-Turning Seal falls, the world is leveled.

Boom…

The phantom Heaven-Turning Seal, carrying crushing, annihilating force, slammed down—forcefully piercing through Zhang Fan’s protective black-and-white Qi.

Power like collapsing mountains and rivers surged from all directions, shaking his flesh, shaking his bones—even his newly restored Inner Core trembled under unbearable strain.

Such monstrous force—if it had struck Feng Qinghan moments ago—would have reduced him to a puddle of flesh.

The terror of Kongdong Mountain’s Dao arts was laid bare in this instant.

Hum…

Almost simultaneously, Qin Tiandeng roared—his Nascent Soul erupted like a blazing sun, radiating boundless light, radiant and majestic, instantly transforming into an eternal, unextinguished lamp.

Where the lamp’s glow reached, it bound Zhang Fan’s soul and body in place, leaving no room to evade.

Boom…

The lamp’s radiance surged like tidal waves, as if the sun’s core had exploded—layer upon layer, endless, carrying annihilating force that devoured all things, relentlessly striking Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul.

Under such terrifying power, any ordinary Qi-Initiation expert would have had their soul reduced to ash long ago.

“Die, Zhang Fan! Only your death here can bring peace to this world!”

Yuan Baitian also roared, not holding back—his palm revealed a black-and-white great seal, its surface entwined with dragon and tiger, its talismanic script like tadpole Dao-charms, concealing infinite transformations of yin and yang.

“Dragon-Tiger Mountain Seal!”

“Yin-Yang Twinborn Jade Seal!”