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Heaven and Earth Turn Black (53k Chapter)","pure-yang-chapter-516",516,"\u003Cp>Beyond the pass, Heishui Hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep night, the bright moon hangs high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Taoist temple, abandoned for countless years, stood solitary on the leeward side of the hills, its walls collapsed, tiles shattered, the remaining framework resembling the bones of a great beast under the moonlight, radiating an air of desolation and decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the temple, Dao Alliance experts were stationed, vigilant and watchful; bonfires flickered uncertainly in the cold wind, casting light on their grim and weary faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all these days, that so-called sect master—alive, no trace; dead, no body—where could he have hidden?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, doesn’t matter where he hid—if we find him, we’ll kick his corpse twice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the bonfire, a few gathered, whispering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the team accompanying the sect master’s elite, they were the most confident and least fearful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the temple’s main hall, a portable camping lantern hung crookedly from a slanted beam, emitting a faint, dim yellow glow that barely dispelled the darkness in a small area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the dilapidated altar, Fan Lingzhou sat in meditation, eyes half-closed, half-open, as if leaving a sliver through which the moonlight seeped; a mysterious, indescribable aura spread from his body—like incense, like medicinal vapor—twisting, swirling, rising and sinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Fan Lingzhou’s spiritual platform stirred slightly, giving rise to an odd fluctuation—like intricate neural currents interweaving, as if countless thoughts raced through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortune arrives with the heart; disaster arises with the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, at his level, his mind should have been perfectly unified, thoughts still as still water; such intense, uncontrolled mental fluctuations were exceedingly rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this moment felt like a premonition, a hidden perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inexplicable pull dragged his consciousness into a hazy realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou seemed to dream—or truly return to the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless lights and shadows, like bubbles, flickered, boiled, and arose and vanished…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, he was twelve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard of Baihe Temple in the capital, weathered blue stones bore the weight of a thousand years of ancient history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a clear, piercing cry—like an invisible sword—erupted, piercing the clouds, shaking the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the strange sound faded, figures staggered and fell as if struck by invisible force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only in the center stood the twelve-year-old Fan Lingzhou, upright; his gaze swept over the fallen—most his age, some even older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, all their faces were filled with pain, confusion, and unmistakable shock, their eyes fixed on the standing boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every onlooker—whether fellow disciples or temple guards—trembled inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This boy, who two years ago had crawled on bloodied, worn-out legs from a thousand li away, collapsing at Baihe Temple’s gate—no cultivation foundation, no influential background, only admitted out of a senior’s fleeting pity…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a weak existence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just two years…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not only awakened his spirit, but mastered Baihe Temple’s secret technique, [Immortal Crane’s Cry], and from its power, clearly not a novice—he had already achieved considerable mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His talent was astonishing; his progress, breathtaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stood alone in the courtyard, his youthful face still pale from malnutrition, yet he stood straight, watching the fallen figures around him, feeling the gazes from all directions—filled with deep awe, envy, even disbelief…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his chest, a long-suppressed pride, like a spring bamboo breaking through soil, surged uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born lowly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No foundation whatsoever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew his own worth—precisely because of it, since stepping into Baihe Temple, his efforts and hardships had exceeded others tenfold, a hundredfold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When others rested, he trained; when others slept, he contemplated the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He poured every moment and every ounce of energy into it, never daring to slacken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, such sacrifice had finally borne fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, his aura grew even more vigorous; his once timid eyes now turned lofty and sharp, as if he no longer saw these former peers worth looking up to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the boy caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye—a figure entering his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, slender man in a gray Zhongshan suit, with an extraordinary aura, was speaking quietly with an elderly Daoist of Baihe Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm? Him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy rejoiced instantly—he recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years ago, while dying on his village’s field ridge, it was this tall, slender man who not only gave him a meal, pulling him back from death’s edge, but also pointed him toward the northern path to survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overjoyed, the boy forgot the gazes upon him and sprinted toward the tall man, like a gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the tall man and the elderly Daoist noticed the approaching figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impudent! A distinguished guest is present—how dare you lack manners?” The Daoist’s sharp cry halted the boy mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the Daoist turned to the elite man and bowed apologetically: “Second Master, this child is ignorant and has offended you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy took a deep breath, staring at the tall man, wanting to call out—but couldn’t recall what to call him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ‘you, you’?” The Daoist frowned. “This is Second Master Zhang of the Southern Zhang Line of Longhu Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Longhu Mountain? Second Master Zhang?” The boy’s heart trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though new to the sect, he’d heard whispers—Longhu Mountain, Second Master Zhang—true giants of the Daoist world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s you,” the man called Second Master Zhang did not anger; he looked at the boy and smiled lightly. “Two years gone—you’ve changed much. Your spirit and vigor are entirely different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know him?” the Daoist couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some fate,” the tall man smiled at the boy. “You really came north. Do you still remember the eight-character fortune I gave you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember!” The boy nodded firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In these two years, he’d not only cultivated Dao arts, but learned to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rise with white, fall with black!” The boy nodded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I entered Baihe Temple, cultivated Dao, and soared—truly fulfilling the first four characters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Master’s grace—I shall never forget.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the boy dropped to his knees to perform a full bow—but the tall man lifted him with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each has their own fate. This is your own destiny—not the power of another.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the tall man gazed deeply at the boy: “In the future, should you face calamity, it will be your own doing—blame neither heaven nor earth, nor others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy, hearing this, was confused; his eyes even filled with bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall man smiled, then changed the subject: “Since entering Baihe Temple, do you have a name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My master bestowed the Dao name: Shan Shui,” the boy whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shan Shui…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can transform the mortal world into Shan Shui, then you may ferry all beings to immortality,” the tall man nodded. “This Dao name suits your destiny—water carries the boat, yet can also capsize it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the tall man paused, then said: “We have fate. Since we meet again, I shall give you another name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy hurriedly knelt: “Please, Second Master, bestow a name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall man gazed at the boy before him, recalling the eight-character fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast rivers and seas rise white waves; deep abysses hide black waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mortal world, all strive to cross—through white waves and black waters…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black and white waves carry the Dao boat; Lingxu crosses to Yingzhou!” The tall man murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, your name is Lingzhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As this name reversed and flowed through the shadows and light of memory, the mark rang again like a great bell…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ruined temple, Fan Lingzhou, seated in meditation, slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sliver of moonlight within his gaze receded; the incense and medicinal aura around him faded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fan Lingzhou…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured softly, as if tracing the boy’s figure from his dream—or calling his own name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—the great moon still hung outside the window, its cold light spilling through the broken lattice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All was silent; only the cold wind of the hills sighed endlessly, as if recounting buried pasts and unknown futures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou frowned; for no reason, he felt restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since attaining the Sect Master realm, such emotion was unprecedented. He rose slowly and stepped out of the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sect Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a middle-aged Daoist saw Fan Lingzhou emerge and hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you coming out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just taking a look,” Fan Lingzhou said gravely. “Any movement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None nearby—but…” The Daoist hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what?” Fan Lingzhou asked sternly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The four nearest squads are now unreachable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unreachable? What does that mean?” Fan Lingzhou frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two hours ago, we exchanged reports as per protocol—but now, no response when we call.” The Daoist spoke gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is not the Shanhai Secret Realm; ordinary communication methods cannot lose contact, let alone all four squads being unreachable at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something’s happened.” Fan Lingzhou’s gaze darkened sharply. “Which squad is closest to us? Go and check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, this master of the Guan Realm made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for all that trouble—you’ll be joining them soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a loud, clear voice echoed through the cold, silent night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s eyes flashed like lightning, piercing toward the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the bright moonlight, a young man walked alone toward them—who else but Zhang Fan?\u003C\u002Fp>",1530,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","831ab312d5c7964a56ac33d35fb53c8aace54d9d71f3fd69d85b0759f4e50d3b","pure-yang-chapter-517","pure-yang-chapter-515",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]