[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-517":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},2267617,4427,"Chapter 517: Same Ancestry, Same Origin! The World Knows Not How It Boils","pure-yang-chapter-517",517,"\u003Cp>The vast night of heaven, thick as unmelting ink, poured down from the nine heavens, mercilessly drowning the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene before him now mirrored exactly that bloody night decades ago—memory and reality twisted into a grotesque overlap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, Fan Lingzhou seemed to see again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood of the Southern Zhang stained the waters of Zhuhu; flames stretched endlessly, illuminating the scorched earth and shattered ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piercing screams, the roar of Daoist arts, and the clash of weapons wove together into a symphony of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the night sky, a crane’s cry tore through the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal white crane rose into the air, its white feathers scattering, its terrifying, razor-sharp talons crimson and glistening—drenched in countless lives—as it ripped apart a writhing, black serpent midair…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh and blood rained down in fragments, mingling with torrents of primal essence, splattering tragically and turning the already crimson lake even murkier, more horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the boiling flames and rolling smoke, powerful auras rose like undulating mountains, brimming with cold killing intent, encircling tightly the blood-soaked figure who still stood upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Tiansheng! You are at your end!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After tonight, the Southern Zhang will cease to exist!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp, murderous voices echoed through the boundless night, as if proclaiming the end of a lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Fan Lingzhou stood amid the flames, before that tall, gaunt man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, the man he had revered as a god, now looked pale as paper, his breath faint as a dying candle, his tattered robes soaked in blood and clinging to his body—where was the slightest trace of his former awe-inspiring aura?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not my fault, Second Master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s heart pounded uncontrollably, a complex emotion burning through his five viscera and six bowels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help speaking, his voice trembling with a haste and weakness he hadn’t even noticed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… you of all people, why defy the tide of fate? Why… why choose this path of utter ruin?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s voice grew weaker, as if pleading, as if accusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood pooled beneath the man’s feet, thick and dark red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still stood, spine straight as a monument weathered by ten thousand years of storms, unyielding even in ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent around him, the flames, even the fall of the Southern Zhang itself—none could bend his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips twitched, flecked with blood, yet his gaze pierced through the crowd, landing precisely on Fan Lingzhou’s face—deep, calm, and tinged with pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was hoarse, yet clear as it reached Fan Lingzhou’s ears, “Do you remember our two first meetings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The first time, I gave you eight characters as an oracle…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The second time, I gave you your name…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his finger, stained with his own blood, slowly, painfully lifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This third time… I give you one more divination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words faded, that bloodied finger flicked like a phantom, gently touching the center of the young Fan Lingzhou’s forehead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou felt his spirit altar shudder violently—a profound, unfathomable hex instantly appeared and expanded within his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upper Marsh, Lower Wind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da Guo of Marsh and Wind—the ridgepole bends and sags!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When all things lose balance, they collapse…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s voice, like an ancient prophecy, burned with his last strength into Fan Lingzhou’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Water can carry a boat… and capsize it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day, the one who kills you… will be of the Zhang family!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s final words, like an unending curse, echoed endlessly in Fan Lingzhou’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light and shadow shifted; fragments of memory spun like a revolving lantern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou seemed to return to Baihe Temple, to the quiet chamber thick with the scent of pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the great battle on the Yujing Riverbank, he awoke from a long coma, a tingling itch spreading from his chest—the hollow there now filled and healed by some immense power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he opened his heavy eyelids, and saw the old man seated beside his bed, watching him with deep concern…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chairman of the Dao Alliance, Jiang Your Majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chairman…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s voice was dry, weak from barely surviving, thick with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Zhang family… that brat… how could he have wounded me? What technique was that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face bore indelible terror—the annihilation and dread brought by that black light on the riverbank still made his soul tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is of the Southern Zhang bloodline… that man… always leaves behind some trick,” Jiang Your Majesty said calmly, his voice soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew well—the “that man” Jiang Your Majesty meant was [Divine Oracle] Zhang Tiansheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you need not fear—such a trick can only be used once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Your Majesty’s voice returned, pulling Fan Lingzhou’s thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you thinking of the eight-character oracle he gave you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Fan Lingzhou’s face twitched sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The future is ever-changing,” Jiang Your Majesty said with unshakable certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have already passed through the greatest calamity of your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, no one in this world can kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Fan Lingzhou’s mind involuntarily returned to the black light on the Yujing Riverbank—the light that ignored and destroyed all—his heart still chilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t believe me?” Jiang Your Majesty asked, as if seeing through the deepest doubt in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Fan Lingzhou could answer, Jiang Your Majesty continued, his voice deep as an ancient well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every word and deed is but a seed—its outcome depends on you alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Your Majesty’s words carried an indescribable, elusive meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Lingzhou’s heart tightened; he immediately stilled his mind and bowed with utmost reverence: “How could I not believe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every step I’ve taken has been thanks to your guidance. This rebirth you’ve granted me—beyond you, who else in this world could I trust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Your Majesty’s face showed no expression; beneath the flickering candlelight, his figure blended perfectly with the swaying shadows, becoming blurred and unfathomable—only his voice, utterly serene, came clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The great calamity has passed—neither birth nor death…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget those eight characters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light, shadow, and sound blurred and twisted in Fan Lingzhou’s crumbling spirit realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those eight characters broke free of all chains—like the death knell of fate—ringing wildly, desperately within his soul:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rise with white! Fall with black!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision snapped violently back to reality!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back to the Blackwater Hills, before this ruined temple, at this final moment of life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, a beam of light born from the black iron tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it was not light. It was the deepest, purest “black,” a swirling vortex of bottomless void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vortex swallowed the moonlight, the bonfire, the sound, all his Dao arts and power—like the night itself descending…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things in heaven and earth returned to nothingness and darkness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unimaginable power, carrying the purest intent of annihilation and end, pierced through his [Vessel of Suffering] manifestation as effortlessly as a red-hot iron through thin ice—and then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shattering and extinction of flesh and blood!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wailing and tearing of his Nascent Soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mournful collapse of his Golden Core!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything that was his life’s foundation was violently torn, dragged, and ground to dust within the boundless, black vortex—until total obliteration.\u003C\u002Fp>",1197,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d2e178d97ba9bb7b5ea8b8b8c8cf326ccca865460da5ecc462c4fe790db1ca6","pure-yang-chapter-518","pure-yang-chapter-516",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]