Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 424 - 309: The Body Spirit and the Mind Spirit, the Primordial Spirit Revealed!

[You have successfully killed Lei Ling Corpse Shi Shouming, obtaining two thousand Deep Red Points.]

In the distant horizon.

At this moment, Yi Chen’s Taoist robe sleeves had completely vanished, his right fist was a bloody blur with white bone eerily visible, and the energy organ in his chest and abdomen drooped its head, looking utterly disheartened.

Feeling the scrutinizing power in his mind, Yi Chen paused in the sea of clouds as he looked back, now certain that the two experts who had intercepted him on Mount Kunxu had not continued their pursuit.

His figure then flickered as he suddenly dashed towards a crevice in a valley.

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A lava bath, the more you soak, the more badass!

Half an hour later, a Daoist figure emerged from the magma pool with an attitude of ’defiant resistance.’

He took out a Taoist robe and draped it over himself, his expression fierce.

"I was careless,"

"This is dishonorable in martial arts."

"We agreed on a fair duel, yet they deceived and ambushed me, the master of the Hidden Dragon Temple, the lord of the Blood Killing Tower, the Loose Cultivator Yan San, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect, the outcast of the Fa family, Zhang San, and the future Alliance Hierarch of the Hidden Dragon Alliance... "

Caught off guard by a sudden ambush, Yi Chen did suffer some damage, neither big nor small. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, using the Soul Ignition Technique to strengthen himself and his teleportation ability to avoid more serious injury.

The cave he was currently in was an accidentally discovered volcanic magma chamber deep underground. After a bout of voracious absorption, the energy organ in his chest and abdomen was finally erect again.

"Damn it, how is there still a high-level interceptor on Mount Kunxu? This person dares to intervene in my fight with the Wusheng Sword Mother, he’s asking for death."

"I’ve always been the one to ambush others for justice, but today I was pecked in the eye by a wild goose. Looks like I have to deal with him."

No one can control everything. Yi Chen thought that this trip to the Jianxie Sect would, if not destroy the sect, at least force the entire Jianxie Sect to hunker down in their formation and face him. But plans can’t keep up with changes, and unexpectedly, a powerful interceptor was hiding on Mount Kunxu.

"But there’s no rush. Before my strategic withdrawal, I killed a strange corpse, and that got me the Deep Red Points I needed to advance my True Technique to the seventeenth level."

"Let those old fogies put on airs for a little while longer."

"This cave is filled with intense magma, with the danger of eruption for the next few hundred years. The surrounding wilderness would be devastated, but luckily, my Cultivation Body absorbed and transformed this turbulent magma, ensuring peace for the land for a thousand years. Master, my virtue has grown once more."

Yi Chen glanced at the somewhat wilted lava cave, with some magma still splashing and flowing out of its entrance, leaving a mess. All this was the result of his turbulent efforts to recover his cultivation level earlier.

His Cultivation Body isn’t picky.

Geothermal heat and radiation are also forms of energy, after all. This is physics.

With a thought, Yi Chen dashed out of the cave, arriving inside a bear den a few hundred meters away.

In truth, whether it’s a bear den or not is irrelevant. Compared to the terrible environment of the lava cave, to Yi Taoist, a bear den is far more spacious and liberating.

With a karate chop, he sent the bear into a deep, baby-like sleep, then with clever strength, he kicked the bear aside. He sat down cross-legged, his eyes cold and detached.

Although his injuries had only recovered seventy to eighty percent, he didn’t want to wait any longer. He was sure that the physical improvement from breaking through in his True Technique would make his Cultivation Body as good as new, fully recovered.

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He had to let those who ambushed him see Yi Chengzi’s astonishing wisdom, to give them a little Deep Red shock!

He, Yi Chengzi, was enraged.

"Deep Red, let me break through!"

With an inward shout, Yi Chen entered meditation, his eyelids drooping. Two hundred fifty thousand Deep Red Points were instantly deducted, and a torrent of memories suddenly flooded his mind.

Like a brief glimpse at the scenery passing by, the memories unfolded.

A bright moon through the window, uneven flower shadows, ten miles of verdant mountains, intermittent bird calls.

In a Taoist temple of green tiles and blue bricks amidst the mountains, a tall Daoist holding a scripture was studying by lamp light.

After a while, the Daoist gave a sigh of regret and put down the scroll in his hand.

"Alas, a hundred years of quiet contemplation in a mountain abode, yet my cultivation of the Pure Yang True Technique still progresses slowly. With my way blocked, what lies ahead?"

At this moment, the moonlight was sinking westward.

The Daoist stood up and came to the window, a trace of confusion flickering in his eyes. Quickly, his inner wisdom sword shone brightly, eradicating the doubts and turning them into determination.

"Throughout my life, facing dead ends time and again, haven’t I always climbed higher, advancing further?"

"It was so before, and it is so now."

"If the road truly ends here, I will leap forth and continue the path myself, to prove my Pure Yang greatness!"

With a thought, the Daoist stood up resolutely, his Daoist robe fluttering as he then walked the world.

After observing the world for a century, during his quest for enlightenment, he saw people suffering, years of famine, cannibalism.

The world was gradually degenerating.

Warlords rebelled, each carving out their own territories and waging war against each other.

At this time, foreign tribes invaded.

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One of the warlords, to halt the invasion, breached the Yellow River, flooding hundreds of miles, adding to the heavy suffering of the people who were already in distress. Unfortunately, it was not just a little useless; it was completely futile.

The invaders were aggressive, killing for sport, competing with each other.

Qianzhou sank, heaven and earth mourned, people wept.

In one town, it snowed heavily.

The Daoist saw two teenagers shivering, huddled together in a corner of a decrepit Taoist temple, with all four walls letting the wind through and the teenagers lying on some straw.

One of them, the younger, covered in frostbite, asked, "Brother, why does the sky snow, I’m so cold, I think I see mom, she’s cooking us delicious bobo chicken."