"If you go to Zhenwu Mountain, there will be a tribulation."
"Chu Chaoran is also human, and as long as one is human, they will die."
Before leaving, Jiang Lai’s warning echoed in Zhang Fan’s mind.
"The Dao is not lightly transmitted, and the Technique is not cheaply sold. I just said I want to apprentice under Pure Yang Zhenren, how could it be so easy?"
"This means she is not qualified enough yet. If she cannot seize this fate, then it is our chance."
At this moment, a discordant voice echoed among the crowd.
Zhang Fan’s gaze sharply turned in that direction.
"Seize the Celestial Secret, vie for the Daoist Fate, and after millions of years, the fate and abilities may not be fully realized..."
"Transcendent Zhenren said in Zhenwu Hall, if she cannot grasp fate, more suitable individuals will emerge."
Among the crowd, a loud and clear voice—it was none other than Gu Yinxia, the distinguished disciple of White Crane Temple, who knew word for word what Chu Chaoran said in Zhenwu Hall just last night.
"His heart should be condemned!" Fang Changle’s gaze intensified, shouting sternly.
"This was spoken by Transcendent Zhenren himself." Gu Yinxia’s voice grew even louder.
"He opened the gates broadly, granting blessings to all beings, not just the fortune of one individual."
"Everyone standing on Zhenwu Mountain today has this fate."
As his words fell, Gu Yinxia stepped forward, the Spirit Platform at his brow shone brilliantly, and his Primordial Spirit emerged, rushing toward the path to the Golden Summit to vie for the Incense and Candle Inheritance.
Rumble...
Gu Yinxia’s Primordial Spirit was grand and vast, surrounded by thunder. Though this Technique was less mysterious than the Thunder Essence Dharma Assembly, its ferocity was not lesser. With a flash of lightning, he melded into the rising incense.
"Indeed, this is the opportunity for us cultivators, not merely one person’s fortune."
In the deep mountains, people were inspired by Gu Yinxia. Seeing him as a pioneer, others also had their Primordial Spirits emerge to vie for the Incense and Candle Inheritance.
To them, it was as if a heavenly opportunity fell before them, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. Once one became the sole lucky person, they would transcend and reach the heavens, forever altering their destiny.
Such an opportunity might only come once in a lifetime.
In an instant, several dozen Primordial Spirits flew out, competing for the inherited incense.
From a distance, a Primordial Spirit rose like a flying sword, capturing a segment of the incense.
Zhongnan Mountain, An Wuyang!
This disciple of Zhongnan Mountain could no longer restrain himself and made a move.
Rumble...
At the same time, a shadow coalesced, appearing around the Primordial Spirit, none other than Ge Chang’an of the Pure Yang Ge Family.
His Primordial Spirit descended like Immortal Gods, repelling over a dozen Primordial Spirits around him, and his large hand swept forward, madly seizing the incense.
"Zhang Fan..."
Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang’s expressions changed drastically, abruptly looking toward Zhang Fan.
"Watch over Miaoyin and my corporeal bodies."
Zhang Fan’s expression was icy. He patted his forehead, and his Primordial Spirit soared skyward from the Spirit Platform Essence Palace, flying straight away.
He did not vie for the incense but instead followed the dim light and found Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, her Primordial Spirit’s connection with the inheritance incense was still deep, affecting her as others vied for it, seeming to siphon nourishment from her Primordial Spirit.
Even worse, an invisible terrifying force continuously infiltrated her Primordial Spirit, attempting to drag it into the desolate void of exhausted techniques.
"Miaoyin..."
At this moment, Zhang Fan’s voice resonated within the desolate void.
Li Miaoyin’s nearly slumbering Primordial Spirit slowly awakened. Seeing that singular light in her world, seeing that familiar figure, warmth spontaneously rose in her heart, unconsciously moving toward Zhang Fan.
"I’m so tired..." Li Miaoyin murmured softly.
That strange force seemed capable of reversing one’s state, like falling into a womb.
In such a scene, naturally, the void annihilates the primordial state, where all techniques don’t exist.
It was a tribulation more terrifying than the Great Night, the former being the regression and fall of Dao Skills, the latter the absence of the void.
"It’s okay, it’s okay." Zhang Fan murmured softly.
Once upon a time, Li Miaoyin risked her life many times to save him during great tribulations, and this time, it was the other way around.
The two were destined to share life and death.
"I am here."
Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was exceedingly vast. In the desolate void, he uplifted Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit.
"Zhang Fan..."
At that moment, Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit awakened, looking at that solitary light in the desolate void, feeling indescribable shock.
"There must be a problem at the Golden Summit, you must leave me, or you will be infected by this force." Li Miaoyin said urgently.
"It’s alright, I will guide you."
Zhang Fan was resolute, like a lamp, his light illuminating and protecting Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit.
The boundless desolate void, like omnipresent waves, surged towards his Primordial Spirit, frantically impacting, tearing, and submerging.
A thousand tribulations, ten thousand difficulties, all chaos enters this body.
Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit advanced, honing, sublimating, and transforming...
Only his Primordial Spirit could emit an extraordinary light in that desolate void, as if the Great Night had passed and daylight emerged.
"In the deep, long night, I radiate boundless light!"
Amidst the long night, yet shining brightly, like black and white flowing, akin to the undying Divine Demon.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a terrifying phenomenon soared into the sky on the narrow mountain path, the brilliance of Primordial Spirit, incredibly dazzling, illuminating a region.
Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to undergo an incredible transformation amidst the Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect.
"Whoever dares to covet the incense, die!"
A cold voice echoed along the path of Zhenwu Mountain, causing all Primordial Spirits to pause, influenced by that light bright as daylight.
"Gu Yinxia, you were the first to jump out, your time has come."
At this moment, a large hand reached out from the white, misty light, grabbing Gu Yinxia’s Primordial Spirit. In an instant, the surrounding thunder exploded.
Deep fear surged in Gu Yinxia’s eyes, yet before he could react, he was dragged into that light that shone like daylight.
An eerie scene unfolded; within the radiant light was a desolate void.
"This... this is..."
Gu Yinxia’s Primordial Spirit trembled as he felt his Dao Practice retreating and his life fading.
This bizarre power was unprecedented, no need for Zhang Fan to act. Surrounding chaos surged like waves rushing forth, and in an instant, Gu Yinxia’s Primordial Spirit dissipated into nothingness, scattering like dust, returning to the void.
Bang...
In the deep mountains, Gu Yinxia’s body fell stiffly to the ground, limbs rigid, devoid of life.
"Gu... Gu Yinxia is dead!?"
Cries of shock echoed, and the Primordial Spirits that were vying for the inheritance incense retreated, filled with profound shock and fear.
Even An Wuyang and Ge Chang’an, such masters, stood afar, not daring to breach the boundary of thunder.
They had a vague feeling that within that boundless light, in that nearly daylight-like brightness, another horror lurked, one that mortals couldn’t touch, from which Primordial Spirits could not escape.
"Is that the Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect?"
Among the crowd, Yu Xuanji watched the light emitted by Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, her beautiful eyes revealing an unmistakable shimmer of delight and excitement.
In the next moment, Li Miaoyin moved again, following the light of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, embracing the rising incense, heading once more for the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain.
Rumble...
At that moment, an ear-splitting roar emanated from the Golden Summit.
Inside Zhenwu Hall, all was dark, as if sealed, lifeless and silent.
A faint fluctuation slowly rose, like the coming of spring after winter, the growth of grass and trees, bursting with life.
"Worthy of being the Human Xiao, the strongest of all time. Not even the Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect could contain you."
At this moment, an ancient, ghostly voice resounded, then an elderly man on the verge of death walked into Zhenwu Hall, into the endless darkness.
"The Ten Thousand Evils Tribulation Aspect? It’s merely a child’s toy; don’t you agree?"
"Little Chick!"
Suddenly, Chu Chaoran’s laughter rang out. He returned from the chaos as if awakening from a deep sleep, unaware and unfeeling.