Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1644: Chapter 1010: Hidden Image Divine Skills (Part 2)

The Yellow Springs Old Ghost came and went quickly, but the most unfortunate one was the Earth-shaking Tiger King. This fellow had intended to launch a surprise attack on Yang Zhenshan, catching him off guard, but unexpectedly lost his life here.

Yang Zhenshan, seeing that the Yellow Springs Old Ghost had disappeared without a trace, approached the Earth-shaking Tiger King. The Tiger King was now more out of breath than in, looking as if he could perish at any moment.

“Is this your Divine Skill?” Jian Changhe approached and asked through voice transmission.

Yang Zhenshan tossed the Earth-shaking Tiger King into the Spirit Source Land, as the corpse of a demon beast was a treasure, especially that of a Third Order demon beast.

Even just a single Demon Core was priceless, and other parts like blood, flesh, bones, and hide were rare materials.

“Hmm, Path of Life and Death!”

Yang Zhenshan replied indifferently.

Once a Divine Power Skill is used, it cannot be hidden; others will surely see some clues.

Of course, observing some clues doesn’t mean one can fully understand it. Everyone’s Divine Skills differ, even if they are of the same attribute, there will be subtle differences. To truly understand it, one must have experienced it firsthand.

“Withered and Flourishing, Withered and Flourishing~”

Jian Changhe’s understanding was evidently not as extensive as the Yellow Springs Old Ghost’s. The Yellow Springs Old Ghost immediately recognized the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power, while Jian Changhe was unclear about what the Path of Life and Death represented.

Not only did the Yellow Springs Old Ghost recognize the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power, but in the guest seats of White Cloud Immortal City, upon seeing Yang Zhenshan use it, Xuan Ling instantly jumped up.

“This, this, this~~”

“How is this possible?”

“He has actually comprehended the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power!”

Xuan Ling was stutteringly speaking.

Que Lingyu’s expression also became serious, as a pair of deep eyes looked into the Void observing all that was happening.

They watched as the Earth-shaking Tiger’s lifespan ran out, and the Yellow Springs Old Ghost fled in disgrace.

The narrative is long, but in reality, the whole process took only a few breaths of time.

When the Yellow Springs Old Ghost fled, the previously stagnant sky light suddenly shone down, transforming into colorful heavenly flowers that fluttered across the whole White Cloud Immortal City.

Purple mist came from the east, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the dazzling celestial light fell onto the Sect Seal in the hand of the White Cloud True Monarch.

This was the act of serving heaven, establishing and spreading the sect.

From this moment, Sky Cloud Sword Sect was acknowledged by the Heaven and Earth Great Dao, becoming a true mixed Yuan Taoism in the world.

A mixed Yuan Taoism is the root of the Immortal Cultivator’s path, meaning “the unity of all things before the separation of heaven and earth,” referring to the natural laws at the beginning of Chaos, a supreme truth summarized by successive generations of seekers from the operation of heaven and earth.

This is considered a belief, belonging to the faith of Immortal Cultivators, and it is also the belief of many major sects.

White Cloud True Monarch was unaware of the events in the Void and continued to preside over the heavenly ritual.

But Xuan Ling couldn’t sit still.

“Who, who is that?” he asked nervously.

“Yang Zhenshan!” Que Lingyu glanced at him and let out a cold laugh, “What are you afraid of?”

“…”

Xuan Ling’s mouth twitched slightly.

What am I scared of?

I’m afraid he’ll target me!

That’s the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power; how can I not be afraid?

There’s a saying suitable for describing the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power: the older a person gets, the more they fear it.

Xuan Ling’s hair and beard were all white, and though he had the appearance of a youthful old figure, upon seeing his exterior, it was clear his age was very great; the fact is, Xuan Ling was now over two thousand years old. Even though the lifespan of a demon beast is longer than that of an Immortal Cultivator, he had less than two thousand years of lifespan left.

Having less than two thousand years of lifespan left may sound inappropriate, but it doesn’t prevent Xuan Ling from being afraid of the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power.

The terrifying place of the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power is not that it can deplete a person’s lifespan, but that it can consume one’s lifespan.

Depleting lifespan results in death; this is frightening, but even more horrifying is losing hundreds or thousands of years of lifespan suddenly.

At this moment, Xuan Ling felt an urge to flee.

He now considered Yang Zhenshan as a terrifying big demon king.

“Cough, cough, I have some matters at home, I’ll take my leave first!”

Xuan Ling hesitated for a moment, deciding it was best to leave.

Not giving Que Lingyu a chance to speak, he dropped a sentence and flew towards the southeast, his speed so fast that even Que Lingyu was astonished.

However, he did not enter the Void, merely flew away, as Yang Zhenshan was still in the Void.

Que Lingyu watched him leave, a hint of mockery appearing on his face, then he calmly sat down, continuing to observe the opening ceremony of the sect.

The opening ceremony lasted over two hours, ending when the sun had tilted west.

That night, Sky Cloud Sword Sect hosted a banquet, entertaining the guests who came to witness the ceremony.

…

Xuan Ling didn’t stay for the banquet; he hurriedly returned to True Yang Immortal City.

True Yang Hall’s rear hall.

Xuan Ling hurried back, leaving Xiao Shan surprised.

“What happened? Did something happen to the Sky Cloud Sword Sect?” Xiao Shan asked.

Xuan Ling’s face looked somewhat unsightly, “There’s been an incident, a major incident. Yang Zhenshan from the Sky Cloud Sword Sect has unexpectedly comprehended the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power!”

“Withered and Flourishing Divine Power!” Xiao Shan froze. He thought someone had disrupted the founding ceremony of the Sky Cloud Sword Sect, but unexpectedly, Xuan Ling mentioned the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power, leaving him momentarily perplexed.

“Indeed, the Path of Life and Death, reversing life and death.” Xuan Ling gripped the jade flute, exhaling heavily.

Xiao Shan finally recalled what the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power was.

“Withered and Flourishing Divine Power, Kurong Daoist Master from Ancient Times!”

His expression became exceedingly grave.

Wanhua Domain’s history is extremely long, spanning from ancient to ancient times, and then from ancient times to the present, totaling hundreds of thousands of years.

Over such a lengthy history, many Taoist Masters have appeared, but those who can truly persist throughout eternity are few.

Primarily, much of history cannot be verified, and many doctrines have lost their legacy, so those Taoist Masters who can still endure through time are only from the recent few tens of thousands of years.

Like the Wanhua Daoist Master, True Yang Daoist Master, Kurong Daoist Master.

True Yang Daoist Master is also the Taoist Master of the Sun True Sect, a figure from over ten thousand years ago.

The Wanhua Daoist Master preceded the True Yang Daoist Master but not by more than twenty thousand years.

Whereas the Kurong Daoist Master existed seventy to eighty thousand years ago.

“He’s only just advanced to the Golden Core Realm; we don’t need to fear him!” Xiao Shan thought for a moment, feeling it unnecessary to overly dread the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power.

Xuan Ling glanced at him, gently saying, “Alright, if you have to deal with him in the future, you handle it!”

Upon these words, Xiao Shan’s face instantly turned black.

In terms of strength, they naturally don’t need to fear a newly advanced Golden Core Cultivator.

With Yang Zhenshan’s current strength, Xiao Shan and Xuan Ling are far superior to him.

But the Withered and Flourishing Divine Power is too overbearing; even if Yang Zhenshan cannot kill Xiao Shan and Xuan Ling, he can still make them lose hundreds of years of lifespan.

“Cough, cough, I’ve recently made some progress in cultivation, just right to retreat for a while!” Xuan Ling coughed lightly and swiftly dashed back to his dwelling.

Xiao Shan’s reddish hair along his forehead slightly shook, clearly indicating he was quite angry.

…

Compared to Xuan Ling’s apprehension and Xiao Shan’s frustration, Yellow Springs Ancestor was seething with resentment.

In the endless void, Yellow Springs Ancestor emitted furious roars.

“Ah~~”

“Damn bastard! He actually took three hundred years of my yin lifespan!”

He still has more than two thousand years of yin lifespan, but he doesn’t want to waste three hundred years of it for nothing.

Three hundred years, just thinking about it, Yellow Springs Ancestor has an urge to go back and kill Yang Zhenshan.

But he still suppressed that urge, fearing he’d lose another three hundred years of yin lifespan if he fought.

“Yang Zhenshan! I shall ensure your Divine Soul is utterly extinguished!”

In the end, Yellow Springs Ancestor could only let out an unwilling roar.

…

Sky Cloud Sword Sect.

After the banquet, the excitement dispersed, and everyone busied themselves with their own matters.

Yang Zhenshan invited Zhongli Xiayi to the courtyard he resided in.

This courtyard is designated for Yang Zhenshan’s cultivation by the Sky Cloud Sword Sect, a very exquisite, serene courtyard.

The crescent moon hung at a slant in a corner of the ink-black sky, its silver glow scattered like crushed silver foil, sparsely covering the eaves. When the wind passed through the treetop, the old locust tree’s shadow swayed into a flickering ghostly form on the blue brick ground, while the copper bell under the eaves was blown to sound softly, only to quickly be swallowed by deeper silence.

Yang Zhenshan and Zhongli Xiayi sat in the courtyard, lighting a spirit lamp, brewing a pot of clear tea.

Zhongli Xiayi gazed at Yang Zhenshan’s profile, momentarily entranced.

“Ha ha, Fellow Daoist Xia Yi, are you failing to recognize this old man?”

Yang Zhenshan made a small joke, handing a bowl of clear tea to Zhongli Xiayi.

“Indeed, it’s a bit hard to recognize!” Zhongli Xiayi sighed longingly, “So little time has passed, yet I feel a sensation of time having changed.”

Time has changed, affecting not only things but people.

The greatest change is within people.

She truly didn’t expect Yang Zhenshan to have undergone Core Formation.

This was not just beyond her prediction but also her imagination.