Chapter 305: The One Who Fell from Heaven, Rides the Dragon to Ascend!

The two had once traveled together across the lands, discussing scholarship and martial ways, but later parted ways due to irreconcilable differences in thought.

Liu Jinchan chuckled: "This Peng Chuan is the Ninth Ancestor in the history of the Three Truths, the famed Peng Zu."

The most renowned figure in the history of the Three Truths Sect is the Second Ancestor; the first was the founding patriarch, Master Sanzhen, who established the sect.

The second must be Peng Chuan, known as the Northern Ancestor, who revived the Three Truths Sect and made it one of the origins of Daoism and a major northern school.

Liu Jinchan chuckled: "During this journey across the land, our final destination was the former homeland of the Three Truths—the old ancestral temple—where we found this book, *Peng Chuan's Notes*. Most of it was written by the Ancestor himself or annotated by later disciples, recording martial insights and numerous secrets of heaven and earth."

"Unfortunately, most of it has been lost; only a small portion remains."

"The life of Ancestor Peng Chuan was nothing short of legendary."

When Lu Yu heard the topic turn to martial arts, his eyes instantly gleamed with intense interest. Over the years, his martial realm had risen again to an unreachable height, so much so that during his travels beyond the mountains, few could match him in combat—leaving him with a quiet loneliness.

A few years ago, when Lu Yu descended the mountain, a curious incident occurred: the Yue Tang River near Mount Zhongnan flooded. Lu Yu personally led his disciples into the river to rescue villagers, only to discover a five-zhang-long serpent with two large fleshy bulges on its head.

Lu Yu dragged it out of the river, and the villagers killed it with sticks.

Historically, Peng Chuan had also slain a dragon in the Yue Tang River.

It is said that when the Eighth Ancestor of the Three Truths was traveling through Chuan Mountain in the north, a meteor suddenly streaked across the sky and crashed into the forest.

Out of curiosity, the Eighth Ancestor went to investigate and found a massive crater where all surrounding trees were destroyed—except for a crying infant inside.

This sight shocked the Eighth Ancestor deeply. Filled with compassion, he took the infant home, raised him, taught him martial arts, and personally instructed him in reading and reason.

When the boy grew up, he took the surname Peng from his adoptive master and was named Peng Chuan after the mountain where he was found.

Lu Yu found these folk tales interesting but doubted their truth.

After all!

Even today, in the northern folk, it is said that when his elder brother was born, a purple star fell into the Lu family home, filling the room with radiant light and causing all the lotuses in the pond to bloom.

Lu Yu had even asked his mother to verify it—he was deeply disappointed. It was all false, nonsense, and his mother had laughed at him.

Folk tales are only worth hearing for amusement.

But you and Liu Jinchan do not think so.

Although folk tales may contain much fabrication and exaggeration, the official historical records of the Great Qing Dynasty contain undeniable accounts of Ancestor Peng Chuan.

Liu Jinchan said: "Folk tales are unreliable, but the *Biography of Peng Chuan* in the Great Qing's official histories clearly records it."

"A man fell from heaven, named Peng Chuan, who established a sect in the north and served as Protector of Yan City!"

Peng Chuan later served as Protector of Yan City for the Great Qing, then resigned and returned to the mountains.

"Not only in the Great Qing's historical records, but in many other rigorous histories, the origin of this Ninth Ancestor of the Three Truths is always recorded with these three words."

"Fell from heaven!"

These three words—"fell from heaven"—remain consistent in every account of Ancestor Peng Chuan, causing Lu Yu to feel deep confusion.

Peng Chuan was no mere myth or baseless legend; he was a real, flesh-and-blood man, verifiably recorded across countless historical texts.

Lu Yu asked half-jokingly: "Could Ancestor Peng Chuan really have fallen from the heavens?"

You pondered: the character ' Duo ' originally meant forcefully toppling a crumbling wall, then gradually came to mean falling or stumbling, carrying a negative connotation—thus, words associated with ' Duo ' often imply something undesirable.

Therefore, Peng Chuan's "falling from heaven" was no glorious descent of a celestial being amid blooming flowers and radiant light, nor was he a great figure sent by heaven with a sacred mission, like the High Ancestor who slew two serpents at birth, surrounded by seven-colored light.

This 'fall' seems to carry a sense of unwillingness.

His descent was like a man strolling beside the Heavenly River, carelessly losing his footing and tumbling accidentally into this mortal world.

The one who fell from heaven!

Peng Chuan's end remains shrouded in mystery. It is said that, in broad daylight, he rode a strange, colossal dragon whose head was visible but whose body vanished into mist, and disappeared before the eyes of countless witnesses.

Liu Jinchan stroked his beard: "It is said that when this Ancestor was sixty-three, he cast a great cauldron. When it was completed, a dragon descended, its beard hanging down—only its head visible, no body. Peng Chuan mounted it, and all his disciples grabbed its beard—but when the beard snapped, they all fell to their deaths!"

This account describes how Peng Chuan forged a massive cauldron in the northern frontier; when it was finished, a miracle appeared—a mysterious creature with only a dragon's head, no body, descended. Peng Chuan boldly mounted it. His disciples, filled with awe, tried to follow by gripping its beard—but the beard broke, and they all fell from the sky to their deaths.

Only Peng Chuan himself achieved enlightenment and ascended.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu shook his head in disbelief.

Do dragons truly exist? And even if they do, where does ascension lead?

He could no longer contain his impatience and quickly flipped to the later handwritten pages.

You followed his gaze—whatever this legendary Peng Chuan left behind must be extraordinary.

To their surprise, the first page held no words at all—only an ancient, simple painting.

A massive, ancient cauldron stood Weiran!

Its inscriptions were intricate and arcane, its handles upright, its four legs steady, radiating an indescribable sense of antiquity and solemnity.

Lu Yu's gaze lingered on the painting, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, yet also a faint, elusive resonance—as if he had felt it before, but could not place it.

As the pages turned, the second page revealed the cultivation method of the *Great Huangting*, followed by advanced realms extrapolated from it—thirty-six levels in total.

Your heart surged with shock: though you had reached the peak of Grandmaster status, just one step from the Primordial Realm, you had only managed to extrapolate eighteen levels.

What unimaginable martial realm had Peng Chuan truly attained?

Liu Jinchan also sighed deeply: "When I first saw this book, I reacted exactly as you do now—I never imagined the *Great Huangting* had thirty-six levels."

He continued: "After reading this book, I nearly believed this Ancestor truly rode a dragon to ascend, transcending the mortal world."

Lu Yu's face was equally filled with astonishment—he knew that each level of the *Great Huangting* meant a leap in power, its terrifying strength beyond words.

Lu Yu could not wait and flipped to the next page—the opening line was a shocking declaration!

"I was originally a celestial immortal!"

(End of Chapter)