Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 651: Chapter 315: Divine Fusion (5,000-Character Mega Chapter) (3)

"Almost a hundred years have passed, and we are fated to witness the Three Corpses Calamity again!"

Even the Pure Yang Wuji can’t escape the distant fate.

...

Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Thunder ravages, black clouds loom overhead.

As everyone’s eyes were fixated on the dilapidated entrance of the Daoist Temple, suddenly, a Primordial Spirit Emergence rushed out.

"Zhang Fan!?"

"Has he lost his mind? To attempt a Primordial Spirit Emergence at this moment? Under the Thunder Essence Dharma Assembly, his form and spirit will surely be annihilated." Xia Weisheng’s delicate brows knitted in concern.

"Hmm!?"

"There’s another Primordial Spirit!"

Just then, everyone noticed another Primordial Spirit behind Zhang Fan, ethereal and mystical, of the same origin.

"You aim for Divine Fusion!

Li Changgeng’s gaze suddenly darkened, thoughts racing as torrents of thunder surged forth, covering Zhang Fan and Evil Gods.

Rumble...

At this moment, the two Primordial Spirits converged as one, mutually attracting, intermingling.

Primordial Spirit Outer Scenery manifested, like a high sky mixed with darkness, boundless, like a thousand-foot abyss, immeasurable.

Wind and fire surged, appearing from nowhere, trying to tear apart Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit and Evil Gods.

Rumble...

Simultaneously, rushing thunder suddenly arrived, its terrifying force enveloping the two Primordial Spirits, causing the surrounding landscape to instantly collapse.

The thunder was like a heavy hammer, striking down on the Primordial Spirits, as if trying to shatter them.

The fierce wind was like a sword, the True Flame like a furnace, with thunder’s divine punishment outside, the three aspects of conjunction and separation, life and death, existence and non-existence, threatening to completely obliterate the two Primordial Spirits.

"Cultivate this technique, how could there be no tribulations?"

Rumble...

In this instant, time seemed to freeze, everyone’s eyes filled with reverence and disbelief.

The barrier between the two Primordial Spirits clashed crazily, sending out tens of thousands of sparks.

Wind and fire refined, thunder hammered, dense black particles leaked from the two Primordial Spirits, seeming ephemeral, hovering in between reality and illusion, drifting within heaven and earth.

The two Primordial Spirits as if in a furnace forge, as if falling into thunder extinction, in the haze, their forms became increasingly blurred, seemingly on the verge of dispersing into the world, perishing within divine punishment.

Divine Split is difficult, Divine Fusion even harder.

This technique was never meant for the mortal world, difficult to master.

"Ultimately annihilated!"

Buzz...

Suddenly, within the depths of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, a golden light emerged, like the sun rising, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

"What is that light?" Everyone was in a daze.

Such light shot straight to the sky, even piercing the endless black clouds, the thunder above dissipated significantly.

"The thought..."

"That thought within the Golden Radiance Treasure Box."

At this moment, a hint of understanding rose in Zhang Fan’s heart.

Thought, the most magical force in the world, due to which mortals’ Primordial Spirit’s Silence prevents cultivation.

Daoists, only by breaking thoughts, can comprehend the Pure Yang Wuji Realm.

Even within the incense feasts of the immortal gods, there hides the purest of thoughts.

That day, Chu Chaoran used a thought to trap Mr. Nian, the Vice Sect Leader of Wuwei Sect, at Deserted Mountain for over ten years.

Within the Golden Radiance Treasure Box, there is a thought left by who knows whom, yet it’s of vast Divine Techniques.

Buzz...

That thought slowly dissipated, golden light descended, overflowing everywhere, enveloping the two Primordial Spirits.

Suddenly, at the end of the golden light, the barrier between the two Primordial Spirits disappeared entirely, they merged, no longer distinguishable.

Within the Primordial Spirit Outer Scenery, the endless dark sky finally came to an end, in that ray of light, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit broke free from the Great Night, awakening like an ancient giant.

The black night dissipated, leaving immeasurable light.

"Great Night... he broke the tribulation of Great Night!?"

At this moment, everyone’s expression changed drastically, as if a figure was shouting in their hearts.

They felt an instinctive fear, their Primordial Spirit trembled, almost uncontrollably.

With all tribulations extinguished, above the sky, black clouds vanished, a wheel of Da Yue Liu Bai, washing the ancient sky.

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit slowly opened his eyes, he was different, his gaze showing no signs of fluctuation.

"He... he transcended the tribulation?"

Qi Delong widened his eyes, staring at Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit from afar, feeling incredibly unfamiliar.

He could tell that Zhang Fan’s realm hadn’t changed at all, yet this sense of oppression was unprecedented.

That Primordial Spirit, standing there, yet he constantly felt.

This is something from the heavens, not of the mortal world.

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to undergo an extraordinary transformation, waking from the Great Night, no longer the same as before.

"Zhang Fan!?" Fang Changle looked at that Primordial Spirit, also feeling unparalleled unfamiliarity.

"Vital and spirited!"

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit scanned all present, as if reacquainting, finally his gaze fell on Zhang Huntu.

"The bug from Beizhang!"

Zhang Fan sighed, his form then vanished before everyone’s eyes.

"You..."

Zhang Huntu’s expression changed, suddenly raised his head, to see Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit already before him, high above, with a gaze full of indifference.

Rumble...

Before he could react, a terrifying ripple surged from Zhang Fan’s body, crushing and shattering the phantasm of the Chaotic Heaven Great Saint, obliterating it entirely.

"You..."

Zhang Huntu widened his eyes, couldn’t believe, mere Primordial Spirit pressure directly blew away his established Divine Statue!?

At this moment, an unprecedented terror seeped and spread in his heart.

Since his cultivation began, he had never encountered such.

"Can even a bug with a Lower Grade Taoist Title be vital and spirited!?"

Zhang Fan spoke softly, a large hand descended, directly penetrating Zhang Huntu’s head, pulling out his Primordial Spirit, fingers intertwined, the Primordial Spirit exploded, turning into flowing light, consumed entirely by Zhang Fan.

"Flavorful... invigorating..."

Zhang Fan’s mouth slightly curled into a joyful expression, turning, his indifferent gaze swept over everyone.