Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 531 - 263: Zhao Jie Xuan’s Great Tribulation! Li Yishan’s Call

Cangyun crosses horizontally, under the dark moon and high winds.

In Guixi Province, within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the mountains stand like celestial monuments, where sages of old entered but could seldom return.

Among them, a desolate mountain, its cliff leads to a ten-thousand-foot abyss, and atop its sheer wall, a light is visible.

A solitary light shines, flickering in the fierce wind, revealing a Daoist temple embedded in the sheer cliff wall.

This temple is particularly special, not constructed of bricks and stones, but a copper temple, with faint yellow light emanating from within, unveiling the passage of time.

Whoosh...

The mountain wind howls, blowing into the temple, causing the flickering candlelight to waver, and the shadows on the wall sway along with it.

"You’re awake?"

At this moment, a faint voice resounded eerily within the temple.

Rabbit Lin Jianyue slowly opened her eyes, her breath weak, she gazed blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings, and finally her eyes settled on the figure before her.

"You’re injured?" Lin Jianyue asked, looking at Zhao Jie Xuan’s pale face, with undisguised shock in her eyes.

This time, she came at Zhang Fan’s behest, to find Zhao Jie Xuan. She vaguely knew that Zhao Jie Xuan and Zhang Fan were originally one, and the former was even more unfathomable.

That day at the Imprisoned Immortal Temple, a killing trap was set up, calculated step by step, nearly taking the life of the White Crane Temple’s inheritor Li Changgeng. Such a person now seemed to be seriously injured.

This made Lin Jianyue somewhat dazed.

"Who hurt you?" Lin Jianyue couldn’t help but ask.

"You shouldn’t have come here." Zhao Jie Xuan shook his head. As soon as he spoke, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, indicating severe injuries affecting his internal organs.

"Zhang Fan asked me to find you, he said..." Lin Jianyue hurriedly said.

"It seems he has comprehended the secret of the Golden Radiance Treasure Box... Haha, no wonder he is me; he truly is the only one in this world." Zhao Jie Xuan uttered a strange sentence.

"You know?" Lin Jianyue asked, uncertain and surprised.

"Of course I know. The Golden Radiance Treasure Box is a treasure left by the Three Corpses Daoist, sealing within it a thought." Zhao Jie Xuan seemed to have already grasped the secret of the Golden Radiance Treasure Box.

"A thought!?"

"Indeed, one thought gives rise to myriad techniques, all phenomena arise from thoughts. The thoughts of ordinary people generate emotions, influence behavior, thereby affecting reality. This is the power of thoughts..."

"Daoist cultivation emphasizes the birth of no thought, yet the higher one’s cultivation, the stronger the power of thought becomes."

Back then, Chu Chaoran, with just a thought, suppressed Mr. Nian, the Vice Sect Leader of the Wuwei Sect, at the Deserted Mountain for over a decade, not daring to overstep his bounds. This demonstrates that the power of thought surpasses any Daoist Divine Technique.

"Since you know, why that day..."

"I know, but I cannot do it." Zhao Jie Xuan shook his head.

The secret of the Golden Radiance Treasure Box, he had also comprehended, naturally knowing it contained a thought.

However, that was not an ordinary thought. The person who left it must have realized the existence of the Pure Yang Wuji Realm.

Such a thought, even though Zhao Jie Xuan is Zhang Fan’s Evil God, he cannot touch.

"Since he sent you to find me, it means things have succeeded." Zhao Jie Xuan said gravely.

"So, you can achieve Divine Fusion?" Lin Jianyue said in a deep voice.

Though she was one of the Thirteen Zodiacs as the Rabbit, she belonged to Zhao Jie Xuan and somewhat understood his affairs.

"Perhaps... maybe... possible." Zhao Jie Xuan said uncertainly.

"Perhaps?" Lin Jianyue was taken aback. She rarely saw such uncertainty in Zhao Jie Xuan.

"Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit has a problem..."

Zhao Jie Xuan murmured softly; he looked up, gazing at the wall before him under the dim candlelight, his expression grave.

Lin Jianyue followed his gaze, only to find that the wall was adorned with an ancient painting, depicting eight figures carrying a coffin.

"Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin... Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin... The incense here has extinguished..."

Zhao Jie Xuan took out a flashlight, took a step forward, seemingly wanting to get a clearer look at that ancient painting.

"What is this?" Lin Jianyue followed, asking uncontrollably.

"Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin... I searched for many years..." Zhao Jie Xuan murmured softly.

His fingertips touched the scroll, not knowing what kind of leather it was painted on, even after all these years, it still felt warm and delicate.

Lin Jianyue watched Zhao Jie Xuan’s fascination and couldn’t help but seriously observe the ancient painting.

In the painting, the eight figures looked disproportionate under their wide robes, such exaggerated techniques seemed to depict beings other than humans. The details of their attire were elaborate, yet hard to discern the era, and each bore an object: swords, seals, cauldrons...

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, Lin Jianyue’s gaze suddenly fixed on one of the figures. Around this figure was an unusual detail, five streams of air, each distinct: metallic sharpness, fiery intensity, flowing water... embodying the elements intertwined...

That person’s hand held a Treasure Horn.

"This..."

Lin Jianyue’s expression changed subtly, unable to hide her emotion, an extremely particular aura emanated from the figure in the painting, one she had sensed before in the Wuwei Sect, strikingly similar, if not the same.

"Five Elements Mistaken King!?"

Lin Jianyue’s eyes trembled, the aura of that peculiar figure was of the same lineage as Chen Dragon.

"Zhao Jie Xuan..."

Lin Jianyue whispered softly, subconsciously turning her head, suddenly, her eyes narrowed to a line, seeing Zhao Jie Xuan’s spirit seemingly drawn into the painting, a strange ripple emanating from him, resonating with one of the figures in the painting.