Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 734: Chapter 353: Revisiting the Three Corpses Primordial Pill! He Ming Mountain’s Debate on the Dao_2

”At that time, he was truly perfect!”

The mysterious voice echoed in the hazy black night, accompanied by the clashing of heavy chains, sending shivers down one’s spine.

”How did the Three Corpses Daoist break the tribulation back then?” Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

The mysterious voice fell silent.

”He was the only person in a thousand years to master the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate. Surely he had a method to break the tribulation.”

”His method is unrepeatable, and because it’s unrepeatable, only he has achieved it in a thousand years,” the mysterious voice replied.

”Not going to tell?” Zhang Fan spoke coldly and softly.

”It holds no meaning and has no value as a reference,” the mysterious voice answered firmly.

”If you don’t say, I’ll find out myself.”

Zhang Fan took a step forward, and a gigantic shadow suddenly unfolded, with shadows surging like a river breaking its banks, like a turbulent ocean.

Zhang Fan was swept into the endless waves, exploring the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, a process he was familiar with. Raising his hand, he grasped, shattering a stream of light.

Immediately, endless light and shadow flickered and intertwined, rushing into his Primordial Spirit like foam.

...

Cang Mountain soared into the sky, with a bright moon hanging overhead.

The undulating mountains were steeped in yin and yang, with the momentum of a dragon and tiger.

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, at the Daluo Treasure Hall.

Before the hall, the fire in the bronze brazier ascended, illuminating the vast night. Inside the hall, the Three Pristine Divine Statues sat high on the divine altar, incense smoke curling endlessly.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, bending the candle flames in respect, startling the clouds and smoke into a panic.

Almost simultaneously, a man appeared within the Daluo Treasure Hall. He seemed around forty, with a scruffy beard and unkempt appearance, and his deep eyes appeared filled with the vicissitudes of time and the wandering of the world.

He wore a tattered robe and was barefoot, walking brazenly into the Daluo Treasure Hall of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

”Three Corpses Daoist!”

Zhang Fan had explored the Three Corpses Primordial Pill a total of three times, once during the young days of the Three Corpses Daoist and twice during his youth.

This time, the Three Corpses Daoist appeared more weathered. He floated and sank through the years, washing away glamor. Although he emitted not a trace of aura, he subtly had the demeanor of the world’s greatest master.

”Who dares to intrude on Dragon Tiger Mountain at night?”

At this moment, two night-watching Daoists immediately became alert, leaping up, holding magic swords, their eyes sharp as electric light, staring intently at the Three Corpses Daoist.

”People of the Zhang family?!”

The Three Corpses Daoist looked at the two Daoists before him expressionlessly. He passed by them like a gust of wind.

The two Daoists couldn’t even get a clear view before their bodies trembled and they collapsed.

The Three Corpses Daoist didn’t even glance back, walking to the side of the great hall, where the whole wall was painted with an artwork, created by some master of brush and ink. The deep mountain snatched the divine, majestic in momentum. Several white cranes flew across the sky. Under the green pines, a Daoist sat cross-legged, not far from a white crane, standing tall, larger than other similar cranes, with a red crest on its forehead.

Blue sky and white cranes, Daoists in deep mountains.

Such a painting was left in the most conspicuous place of the Daluo Treasure Hall on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Beside it were lines of small characters: ”There is something formed from chaos, born before heaven and earth, silent and lonely, standing alone without change, revolving without danger, can be the mother of heaven and earth...”

”He Ming Mountain!” The Three Corpses Daoist gazed at this painting, murmuring softly.

The great way began from heaven. Tracing its source, it could discuss the governance of the Three Sovereigns and the teachings of the Five Emperors. Yet...

The true [establishment of sect and teaching] began with the Ancestral Master, Ancestral Celestial Master Zhang Daoling on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Legend has it that Taishang Laojun descended to the mortal realm to pass on teachings, and he realized the Dao on He Ming Mountain.

From then on, the Daoist sect expanded greatly, honored throughout the world.

Ancestral Celestial Master Zhang Daoling was revered as the ancestor of the Daoist sect, the origin of the Profound Sect.

”He Ming Mountain...”

The Three Corpses Daoist looked at the painting, lost in thought. In his youth, he had also studied scriptures in the Daluo Treasure Hall, seeing this painting countless times.

Many years later, revisiting this old place, seeing the painting again, yet having different feelings.

”You have returned. In the end, you still came back.”

At this moment, an old voice came from behind, the flickering candlelight reflecting the tall yet aged figure.

That person wore a purple Daoist robe, stepping into the Daluo Treasure Hall, with the incense inside the hall swirling around him.

”Zhang Tai Xu...”

The Three Corpses Daoist didn’t turn around, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding such a charm that even the Dragon Tiger Mountain seemed suppressed beneath him.

”Number one in the world... people outside say you are the number one in the world... but I have some doubts,” Zhang Tai Xu said calmly.

”What if I am number one in the world? What if I’m not?” The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

”As long as I’m here, the Daoist sects of the world must bow three parts.”

The flickering firelight jumped, such words making even the Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain’s gaze flicker.

”Is this Zhang Kongming speaking?” Zhang Tai Xu sneered.

”Zhang Kongming?” The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

”It was the Master of the School of Non-action speaking!”

Buzz...

Upon these words, the bells in the Daluo Treasure Hall rang loudly. The rising momentum seemed to suppress even the immortals and gods seated in the hall.

”Three Corpses Daoist... well, well, Three Corpses Daoist...”

”In the past, you also practiced here, after all, you share the surname Zhang.” Zhang Tai Xu said softly.

”Birthless to give rise to all forms, Non-action yet nothing is left undone...”

The Three Corpses Daoist murmured softly, ”What difference does it make having the surname Zhang?”

”Zhang Tai Xu, do you think that cultivating [Great Fulit Earth] and [Jia Sheng Gui Si] can suppress me?”

”Life and death are like rootless duckweed, yet marvelous earth is a Treasure Realm of creation, from birth to death, from death to life...” The Three Corpses Daoist laughed.

”Do you want to sit on the throne of the world’s number one?”

Such wild words, if spoken by anyone else in the world before Zhang Tai Xu, could only be considered ignorant of their place.

Just because he was Zhang Tai Xu, the leader of the Daoist sects in the world, the strongest Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

However, such words came from the mouth of the Three Corpses Daoist, a Daoist whose great momentum had already formed.

Zhang Tai Xu looked at the Three Corpses Daoist who had his back to him the entire time, said nothing, pondered for a moment, then softly said, ”Then why did you return?”

”I came to see this painting,” the Three Corpses Daoist said plainly.

”Enlightenment on He Ming Mountain!” Zhang Tai Xu raised his head, his gaze followed that of the Three Corpses Daoist, looking at the ancient painting on the wall.

This painting wouldn’t be unfamiliar to any disciple of the Zhang family.

”Enlightenment?” The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

”Zhang Tai Xu, did you intentionally say it wrong? Or do you truly not know?”

”What are you trying to say?” Zhang Tai Xu’s gaze focused, speaking solemnly.

”In the handbooks of the Zhang family’s Ancestral Masters, it should have been mentioned...”

The Three Corpses Daoist spoke softly, ”This painting shouldn’t be called ’Enlightenment on He Ming Mountain,’ but rather...”

”Debate on the Dao!”

These simple words made Zhang Tai Xu’s old eyelids suddenly lift, his eyes almost narrowed to a line, staring intently at the Three Corpses Daoist.

”Zhang Tai Xu, do you know? This painting is actually only half painted...” The Three Corpses Daoist shifted the topic suddenly.

”I saw the other half at the Wuwei Sect...”

As he spoke, the Three Corpses Daoist raised his hand and pointed.

”White cranes spiraling and flying, drifting clouds lying high, by the stream far from the green pines... there is also another person, sitting and debating on the Dao with the Dao Ancestor...”

”No need to say more,” Zhang Tai Xu said solemnly.

Inside the Daluo Treasure Hall, the incense rose fervently, like boiling water.

”So you know...” the Three Corpses Daoist murmured.

”The source of the Daoist sect, at the beginning of the Profound Sect, who could sit and debate on the Dao with the Dao Ancestor?” The Three Corpses Daoist laughed.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, seemingly wild and mocking.

”That person’s Daoist title is Three Corpses... also the founding Ancestral Master of the Wuwei Sect!”

The indifferent words echoed in the Daluo Treasure Hall, and the painting of the Debate on the Dao on He Ming Mountain seemed to become alive at this moment, enduring clouds, calling cranes.

The vast heaven and earth seemed to leave only those two figures.

One of them is the Daoist ancestor Zhang Daoling.

The other was not in the painting, yet surveying the two thousand years of the Daoist sect’s history and glory, his existence, his impact was everywhere.

Three Corpses Daoist!!