Starting Cultivation During a Trip
Chapter 548 - 271: Jiang Lai’s Dream! Zhang Fan’s Speculation
The night sky was like a chessboard, with stars scattered like pieces.
At the foot of Toad Treasure Mountain, within a grass hut, a wisp of blue smoke curled upwards, rising a thousand feet into the sky.
Clang... clang... clang...
Just then, the sound of a bell echoed through the air, the profound sound lingering, shaking the mountain forest, startling crows into flight.
Rumble... rumble... rumble...
The next moment, terrifying auras swept in from all directions, chaotic as a reversed flood, grand as an army pressing upon the border.
Each Primordial Spirit shone like a star, converging together, completely surrounding Toad Treasure Mountain.
"Without the Celestial Master’s Order, do not take a step on this mountain. This is that person’s domain."
A hurried voice suddenly rang out, and those formidable auras abruptly halted, stopping around Toad Treasure Mountain, with no one daring to cross the line.
Dong... dong... dong...
Cooking smoke twirled upwards, transforming into a thin white line soaring into the sky.
From within the grass hut came the sound of kneading dough, both quiet and eerie in the deep black night.
Powerful beings circled the foot of Toad Treasure Mountain, looking at each other in silence.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the crowd, Daoist Robe fluttering in the wind, exuding the vast aura of the Sect Leader Realm, spreading through the night.
"Qin..."
The Sect Leader Realm expert’s voice was robust, issuing a low roar, yet he had only uttered one word...
Rumble... rumble... rumble...
Suddenly, a frightening fluctuation surged to the heavens, the wind and smoke ceased, the stars lost their luster, and the vast firmament seemed suspended upside down as the Great Moon’s flow reversed.
Mortal world terror arrived as expected.
The faces of all turned horrified, as if witnessing a terrifying phantom slowly emerge from the grass hut, opening its mouth to devour the brilliant blue sky and consume the shining stars.
"Did you think that since Human Xiao was trapped in Da Li Floating Land and the Mortal King buried in the Daoist Sect’s tribulation, you dared to seek death here?"
Instantaneously, a cold voice echoed through the vast dark night, and the next moment, those auras vanished like candles in the wind, Primordial Spirits shattered, lives perished, and Dao paths ended...
Even the expert of Sect Leader Realm stood in place, the light in his eyes slowly fading, his Primordial Spirit turning into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting and returning to the earth.
Whoosh...
The wind suddenly rose again, the cooking smoke in the grass hut twirled upwards, and all returned to its original state.
The night was terrifyingly quiet, with the only sound being the kneading of dough echoing at the foot of Toad Treasure Mountain.
Tick... tick... tick...
The second hand of the wall-mounted clock moved rhythmically, as sunlight filtered through the window, casting onto the sofa, illuminating a head of hair with a black sheen...
Jiang Lai slowly opened her eyes.
"You’re awake; we’ll be eating soon."
In the kitchen, Wen He peeked out, smiling at Jiang Lai, holding a spatula in hand.
"Let’s go visit Old Yu in a couple of days, I heard he has leased a fish pond; we can invite Jiang Hu along for fishing and barbecue," Wen He suggested.
Since Night is not bright had closed down, she had more free time and visited Jiang Lai’s place every day, cooking various dishes.
"I had a dream."
Jiang Lai seemed not to hear, looking out the window, her expression somewhat dazed.
"A dream?" Wen He paused, then laughed, "Isn’t dreaming normal? You’ll forget it soon."
People’s dreams are the hardest to remember, illusions among the unreal phenomena.
"I haven’t dreamt in a long time, and each dream is exceptionally vivid..."
Jiang Lai slowly rose, walked to the window, the bright sunlight shining on her face, even her long eyelashes clearly visible.
"Hmm!?" Wen He was stunned: "Jiang Lai, did you have a nightmare?"
"You remember your past dreams?"
"Past... it’s been a long time since my last dream..." Jiang Lai murmured softly.
Wen He paid no mind, returning to the kitchen with her spatula, continuing her cooking, her words still lingering.
"So what did you dream about last time?"
Wen He’s voice came from the kitchen, gradually drowned out by the sound of the exhaust hood.
Jiang Lai looked out the window, her gaze unfocused, murmuring softly.
"East Peak of Mount Tai..."
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The Daoist Sect’s techniques have been passed down for millennia, the North Celestial Profound Emperor is the ultimate killer!!! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Within the Spirit Platform of Qin Ergou, the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, amidst the vast mist, his Primordial Spirit had yet to awaken, as if asleep and yet not, as if awake and yet not.
However, such a state was different from ordinary people.
Within that vast mist, a sun and moon seemed to hang high, their light obscure and dim, the mists gathering and dispersing with Qin Ergou’s Primordial Spirit’s breath, distorting the glow of the sun and moon.
Such a rhythm had a subtle similarity to the "Fishing Toad Qi" he practiced daily.
"An unawakened Primordial Spirit giving rise to an Inner Scenery phenomenon, intriguing..."
Zhang Fan observed the state of Qin Ergou’s Primordial Spirit, finding it quite mysterious.
This family had guarded Toad Treasure Mountain for generations, practicing what seemed like mere exercise routines like "Fishing Toad Qi," which at first glance appeared lacking in profundity, yet over the generations, accompanied by incense, had unexpectedly transformed the descendants’ Primordial Spirits to this extent, just a thread of Celestial Secret shy of entering the Profound Sect’s Skillful Realm.
"It seems fate connects us, I will lend you a hand, whether you succeed depends entirely upon your destiny."
Zhang Fan murmured softly, pointing a finger.
The dense mist suddenly quaked, and a terrifying apparition slowly rose, with flags fluttering, and the red blood wafting; the gods descended, and the heroic spirits remained undiminished.
A King Banner pierced the Celestial Sect, invoking the Northern Emperor’s Dharma Master God, with a thousand horses and soldiers at the ready, the heavens and earth, the sun and moon suspended in the Red Dust.
The Northern Emperor’s Great Banner!
Since entering the Great Master Realm, Zhang Fan’s Dao Practice was profound, his cultivation complete, having comprehended the Northern Emperor Technique down to its essence.
This Northern Emperor’s Great Banner was the crystallization of his understanding of the Northern Emperor Technique, but within the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, visualizing day and night, yielding miraculous uses and transformations beyond imagination.