Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 662: Chapter 320: Li Bears the Immortal Surname! Jiang Lai’s Dream 2.0_2

Thirteen Zodiac Beings, now besides the Human Xiao, there is only Maotu Lin Jianyue, Xuquan Qin Ergou, and Si Snake Bai Yujing who are truly Zhang Fan’s people.

Discounting the half-dead Hai Pig King Tao, and the deceased Tiger Hong Mountain Monarch—it’s not even half of them left.

"The Wuwei Sect can still be used..." Zhang Fan pondered to himself.

"Zhang Fan."

At this moment, a soft cry sounded from ahead.

Zhang Fan looked up. At the end of the corridor, a graceful silhouette came into view—short hair cut to a neat line, skin like snow, an aura both ethereal and recondite.

"Jiang Lai!?"

Zhang Fan’s eyes brightened, and he hurried over.

He had never expected to meet Jiang Lai here of all places.

"What a coincidence! Why are you here? I just got back to Yujing yesterday, I was thinking of asking you to a meal in the next couple days." Zhang Fan said, delighted.

Speaking of which, it had been ages since he last saw Jiang Lai.

"You’ve changed. Changed into someone different."

Jiang Lai looked Zhang Fan over from head to toe, a novel light flickering in her beautiful eyes, as if she were meeting him for the first time.

"Your gaze is as sharp as ever." Zhang Fan couldn’t help but praise her.

Even with his current cultivation and realm, he could not see through Jiang Lai.

But he knew—Jiang Lai was no ordinary cultivator.

That day, Zhang Fan had glimpsed a piece of the past within the Zhenwu Jade Scroll. Eighty years ago, atop Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Daoist Sect’s great tribulation...

In that calamity, only five survived and walked down the mountain—Jiang Lai was one of them.

"This time I..."

"Zhang Fan!"

Her words had just begun when a light call sounded behind him. Zhang Fan turned around; at the other end of the corridor, Li Miaoyin approached. Her gaze swept past Zhang Fan and, intentionally or not, lingered on Jiang Lai.

"And this is..."

As she drew near, Li Miaoyin looked at Jiang Lai. On her delicate face played a faint, unreadable smile.

"Don’t tell me this is another ex-girlfriend." Li Miaoyin glared at Zhang Fan.

"Another? What do you mean another?" Zhang Fan shot her a look, then started to introduce: "This is Jiang Lai, a friend of mine."

"And this is..."

"I’ve seen you before."

Before Zhang Fan could finish, Jiang Lai cut him off, staring straight at Li Miaoyin, a chill flashing deep in her eyes.

"You’ve seen me? Where?" Li Miaoyin said in surprise.

She had absolutely no memory of Jiang Lai.

"In a dream!"

Her voice was still fading as Jiang Lai took a step forward, jade hand extended—like an immortal sword drifting through clouds and rain—coming to rest directly on Li Miaoyin’s shoulder.

"Jiang Lai, what are you doing?" Zhang Fan’s expression changed, and he shouted in alarm.

Wong...

With only a single touch, Li Miaoyin’s body instantly lost equilibrium. At the same moment, her Primordial Spirit broke free from her body acupoints—forced out by a single strike.

"What a ferocious ex-girlfriend."

Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit soared up. Instantly, a terrifying pressure like a raging tide crashed through the space, stirring hearts and minds.

Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened, unable to hide a strange expression.

For the first time, he saw the true form of Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit—finally glimpsing her roots.

The Primordial Spirit was identical to Li Miaoyin in appearance, only more ethereal and brilliant as an exiled immortal.

The most crucial thing was that, behind Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit, another shadow flickered, half-hidden in mist...

It was a furnace—ancient, enigmatic, encompassing all ten directions.

"What is that?" Zhang Fan’s brows rose.

The Primordial Spirit is inherently present, but to give rise to such a phenomenon—rare in all the world.

"Immortal!"

At this moment, Jiang Lai fixed her gaze on that ethereal furnace, a new light blossoming in her eyes.

"Did you think that just because your surname is Li, you’re out of my reach?"

As she spoke, Jiang Lai’s right hand came forth. That delicate palm, now as if to blot out the sky, shifted sun and moon, set the universe in turmoil. Torrents of power surged like great rivers, crashing toward Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit.

"Jiang Lai..."

Zhang Fan’s face darkened. He moved to block in front of Li Miaoyin, his own Primordial Spirit rising without hesitation.

Rumble...

A terrifying wave swept in. For a moment, black and white currents churned around his body, like daylight and endless night tangled together.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!"

Inside the private room, Qi Delong, Fang Changle, Xia Weisheng and the others turned pale, jumping upright in shock.

"You escaped your great tribulation!"

Jiang Lai’s expression remained calm, her eyes growing sharper.

Rumble...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit pressed closer, its oppressive force crashing forward like a river’s levee breaking.

At that instant, Jiang Lai’s slender form trembled, and behind her, too, a vision arose—black and white tumbled together, divine and demonic, Yin and Yang born as twins.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?" Zhang Fan’s face changed drastically.

In that moment, Jiang Lai was like a mirror, like a shadow—reflecting his own power back at him.

Such an unimaginable scene shattered Zhang Fan’s understanding, yet forced itself upon reality.

Rumble...

Their twin powers crashed—black and white interwoven, divine and demonic in fierce contest, a terrifying spectacle sweeping outward.

All the lights in the vast hotel flickered. In an instant, the electrical system completely collapsed.

Boom...

Two currents of light intertwined. Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body acupoints; Jiang Lai slowly withdrew her hand, her gaze cold as it swept past Li Miaoyin to finally land on Zhang Fan.

In the dim corridor, Zhang Fan and Jiang Lai’s eyes met.

"Jiang Lai, what was that?" Zhang Fan frowned, unable to help himself.

"She will bring you calamity." Jiang Lai’s voice was deep.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw it in a dream." Jiang Lai’s voice was low and clear.

"..."

"Jiang Lai, dreams can’t be taken for reality." Zhang Fan curled his lips helplessly.

"Suit yourself."

Jiang Lai gave Li Miaoyin a long, penetrating look, then turned and left.

"Where do you find these exes? So fierce." Li Miaoyin walked over.

"Told you she’s not an ex," Zhang Fan shot her a sidelong glance.

"Since you shielded me so bravely, I won’t argue." Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan, satisfaction on her face.

"I just didn’t want her to hurt our own people by accident," Zhang Fan muttered, lips curled.

"That was my meaning, too. Or what else?"

"..."

"What just happened?"

At that moment, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle, and Xia Weisheng walked over—they too had sensed the extraordinary disturbance.

"Nothing, nothing, just some misunderstanding. Let’s go back and keep eating."

Zhang Fan called everyone in, his gaze unconsciously seeking the direction where Jiang Lai had gone.

...

Dusk. Great Moon pale as flowing white.

The second hand on the wall clock ticked rhythmically. The phone vibrated on the table—a call from Zhang Fan.

Jiang Lai seemed not to hear it; she leaned against the balcony, watching the deep night, images of that dream day playing over and over in her mind.

Rumble...

Black clouds pressed down. Bolts of thunder ripped the sky apart.

Above Cang Mountain, within the Profound Altar, a great and ancient seal loomed, suppressing storm and cloud freely. Under its cosmic might, a Primordial Spirit faced utter catastrophe. All black-and-white brilliance extinguished—like a Divine Demon in disaster.

"Innate Seal!"

"The Mortal King faces great tribulation!"

Roars echoed from the mountain, fraught with shock and rage.

"Let go, you’ll die!"

A heart-rending, desperate cry resounded.

Gray mist, like an endless abyss, concealed myriad evils, determined to drag the source of that voice into its depths.

That, too, was a Primordial Spirit—drifting, desolate, its beauty mournful. Its likeness identical to Li Miaoyin.

Rumble...

Within shattered black-and-white radiance, that Primordial Spirit became a figure of unyielding mystery, suddenly reaching out, seizing the beauty who was about to fall into the abyss.

"Let go!"

Boom...

That mournful figure slowly closed her eyes, a single clear tear streaking down. Instantly, her Primordial Spirit shattered—petals falling, transforming into shimmering motes, drifting down upon Cang Mountain.

Roar...

At last, within broken black-and-white streamers, the unyielding Primordial Spirit raised its face to the sky and howled, full of uncontrollable grief and wrath.

All phenomena faded. A darkness enveloped everything—like an endless eternal night, threatening to bury it forever.

"Great Night is not bright... Great Night is not bright..."

"The Mortal King is about to enter the Great Night is not bright!"

A low growl sounded, steeped in ill omen and dread.

That Primordial Spirit, as if a fallen Divine Demon, slowly stepped into that endless dark night.

And just then, in the mysterious void, in the time of un-light, a stream of incense rose up behind that Primordial Spirit—like heaven’s gods descending into the Mortal World, as if all creation’s mountains and rivers bowed to an exiled immortal.