Cultivation: Fortune by Lots-Chapter 552 - 265. Second Grade Opportunity, Qi of Transforming Heaven and Earth! (Two in One Chapter)

Chapter 552: 265. Second Grade Opportunity, Qi of Transforming Heaven and Earth! (Two in One Chapter)

At this moment, the Shadow Movement technique of Lei Jun’s Heavenly Travel Talisman reached its peak effectiveness. Aided by the Mysterious Void Mirror, his form became completely invisible.

Even so, Lei Jun remained cautious as he proceeded.

Cultivators of the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect possessed keen spiritual souls. If their Yang Gods ventured out, their perceptive and insightful abilities would be enhanced even further.

Lei Jun quietly penetrated deeper into the cave mansion. Before he could see the master of this place, he felt a slight stirring in his own mind.

His Yin Yang Sacred Body seemed to be drawn by some presence.

Besides his Yin Yang Sacred Body, the Balance of Motion and Stillness also seemed to be stirred. That page from Celestial Book - Three, which expounded on the transformations of the world’s Liangyi, appeared to be similarly affected.

Expressionless, Lei Jun flipped the Mysterious Void Mirror; light and darkness intertwined for an instant.

His own Heaven-piercing Earth-penetrating Taliscript also took effect.

Although he was within the sealed cave mansion, its general layout began to form in Lei Jun’s mind.

Kang Ming and the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect cultivator from the Upper Three Heavens were in the core area of the Zhu Bo Cave Mansion.

As Lei Jun approached, he discovered that Kang Ming was restrained and unable to move freely.

His deep red Taoist Robe was now flickering with light, though the light did not originate from him.

Numerous Talisman Scriptures shone on Kang Ming’s Taoist Robe, collectively creating a suppressive effect that sealed his cultivation and controlled his movements.

Kang Ming himself was inwardly cursing his rotten luck.

He had never imagined that his own Huangtian Sect could be so thoroughly infiltrated by traitors from the Pure Yang Palace. Some members of his sect had even been possessed, their bodies controlled by these very traitors.

What should have been an inspiring tale—a young, promising cultivator eagerly coming to the overseas Ancestral Altar to pursue a higher realm—had instead become a horror story steeped in tragedy.

And he, Taoist Kang, had walked right into the trap.

In truth, Zhou Peng and the others had not intended to act against him immediately.

Zhou Peng and his group planned to continue ’cultivating’ Kang Ming, waiting until he broke through to the Seventh Heavenly Layer before making other arrangements.

If a cultivator only temporarily possessed another’s body, intending to later return to their own original flesh, that would be one matter.

But if they intended to spend the rest of their lives in a new body, due to the principle of the unity of body and method, progressing in cultivation after possession would become exceedingly difficult.

Furthermore, the act of possession itself would erode the cultivator’s own spirit, making it a method that could not be used frequently.

In the past, when Lei Jun had destroyed the body of Zhao Sen, a descendant of the Witch Sect Yin Mountain Cave from the Southern Wilderness, Zhao Sen had preferred to maintain his spiritual soul with a Worm rather than hastily find another body; this was precisely the reason.

Therefore, even though Kang Ming’s strength would significantly increase after breaking through to the Seventh Heavenly Layer, Zhou Peng and the others still intended to ’nurture’ him further. They were confident that, with careful planning against an unsuspecting Kang Ming, they could still subdue him when the time came.

Unfortunately for them, Kang Ming was alert and sensitive, and he had quickly noticed that something was amiss.

Although he tried to hide his suspicions and act as if nothing was wrong, Zhou Peng and his group had been constantly monitoring him from the shadows.

Realizing the truth was about to be exposed, they decided not to wait any longer and immediately took Kang Ming down.

In the core area of the Zhu Bo Cave Mansion, clouds billowed and mists curled. Spiritual Energy flowed abundantly, like a heavenly realm.

Yet, the events unfolding were anything but saintly or in line with the Taoist air.

Kang Ming lay on the ground, immobilized, surrounded by what resembled a small-scale Altar.

Before this Altar stood a Three-tiered Dharma Altar, its style slightly different from that of the traditional Talisman Sect, looming impressively.

Atop the Dharma Altar, no person was visible—only a round, gleaming, golden Dan Pill, easily exceeding a meter in diameter.

The Dan Pill’s surface shimmered with a relatively dim light, and faint cracks were discernible.

If one observed the Dan Pill carefully, its surface could be seen reflecting images like a mirror.

Reflected on the Dan Pill’s surface was the image of a middle-aged Taoist.

This Taoist had a refined appearance and a calm demeanor, though he looked somewhat frail.

Below the Dharma Altar, beside the prone Kang Ming, stood a Taoist dressed in white and black robes.

Although dressed in the robes of an orthodox Pure Yang Palace Taoist, his apparent age was shockingly young—he looked no older than ten, more like a Tao Boy than a Taoist.

Yet, this Tao Boy possessed a gaze filled with worldly experience and an unnervingly mature demeanor.

Combined with his youthful appearance, it created an intensely unsettling atmosphere.

This young Taoist’s figure, moreover, was somewhat ethereal and indistinct, not quite solid.

His facial features were strikingly similar to those of the middle-aged Taoist reflected on the surface of the Golden Core atop the Dharma Altar.

It was as if the middle-aged Taoist had reverted to his youth.

Kang Ming stared fixedly at the middle-aged Taoist. "...Wen Zhaoqian!"

As a Branch Master of the Huangtian Sect, although he maintained a low profile in his daily affairs, even constantly relocating and hiding, he had never ceased paying attention to the outside world.

The image of the middle-aged Taoist reflected on the surface of the giant Golden Core atop the Dharma Altar was unmistakably Wen Zhaoqian—an elder of the Seventh Heavenly Layer Nascent Soul Realm from the Pure Yang Palace, the Sacred Land of the Taoist Alchemy Cauldron Sect.

The crux of the matter was that, according to information Kang Ming and the Huangtian Sect had previously obtained, this Wen Zhaoqian, the Nascent Soul elder of the Pure Yang Palace, had supposedly perished about four years ago while defending his sect during an attack by a Great Demon from the Northern Lands. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Who could have ever imagined that Wen Zhaoqian hadn’t truly died but was, in fact, about to possess him, Kang Ming?

Atop the Dharma Altar, Wen Zhaoqian’s physical body was nowhere to be seen—only that somewhat flawed Golden Core.

The image of Wen Zhaoqian himself was mirrored on the surface of the Golden Core.

And the young, ethereal-looking Taoist standing beside Kang Ming at this very moment was the image of Wen Zhaoqian’s Nascent Soul.

His Nascent Soul had previously also been stored within that Golden Core.

Regardless of whether Wen Zhaoqian had genuinely fought the Great Demon to the death or had deliberately faked his demise to escape during the battle that breached the Pure Yang Palace, his physical body had undoubtedly suffered severe damage in that conflict, leaving behind only this remnant of his Great Elixir.