The righteous path punishes Heaven

Chapter 89 Good Fortune

"Although I haven't fully comprehended the path to Nascent Soul after cultivating for so many years, I have accumulated some foundation over the past few hundred years!" Ming Shan roared, directly dispelling the raging wind and air waves around his body. His figure revealed a dark blue light, which was noticed by Gu Changpeng amidst the flying sand and stones.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devour the Heart!" Ming Shan rapidly formed hand seals, and in an instant, dozens of ghostly blue figures flew out from his hunched body. Each one resembled a ghost, piercing through the obstruction of the hurricane roc and rushing towards Gu Changpeng.

"This power fluctuation is not simple..." Gu Changpeng narrowed his eyes, activated his right hand with a spell, raised his palm to form a huge golden palm print, and struck towards the ghosts.

But the ghost passed right through the palm print, as if nothing could stop it, and charged straight at Gu Changpeng!

Seeing the critical situation, Gu Changpeng suddenly took out the magic weapon Golden Bell Shield. Just as he was about to inject spiritual power into it, one of the ghosts crawled up his arm and into his body.

Immediately afterwards, he felt intense pain throughout his body, from his arms to his chest, and then to his whole body, as if the ghost was tearing at his muscles and internal organs. No matter how much spiritual power Gu Changpeng tried to activate, he could not dispel it.

Ming Shan sneered, "This killing move is my own creation, and only I know how to counter it. Today, you will surely perish here!"

After the first ghost entered Gu Changpeng's body, the other ghosts pressed their advantage, all burrowing into various parts of his body and launching a fierce attack together.

After resisting for a moment, Gu Changpeng realized that these ghosts were not using magic, but were attacking his soul essence directly!

Humans have three souls and seven spirits. If any of these souls is damaged or missing, it will cause serious harm to the cultivator, and the same applies to ordinary people.

Without the spirit, one loses emotional awareness and the ability to think, while without the soul, one becomes an empty shell, a walking corpse.

At this moment, Ming Shan's Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Heart Killing Move was launching a fierce attack on Gu Changpeng's soul, but Gu Changpeng also had a countermeasure. For Wudang Mountain cultivators who focus on physical cultivation, they pay more attention to their own defense, and naturally, they also protect their souls.

When his seven souls were almost lost and reduced to six, Gu Changpeng quickly cast a spell. A special spiritual power emerged from the source of his soul within his body, rapidly spreading out to form a protective shield that isolated the attacking ghosts.

However, this is not a long-term solution. This technique can only isolate attacks. To completely resolve the problem, it is necessary to spend some extra time refining these ghosts with one's own internal fire.

Now, Gu Changpeng's "Soaring Ambition" killing move is firmly suppressing the Quanzhen Dao cultivators, while Ming Shan's "Myriad Souls Devouring Heart" killing move is also suppressing Gu Changpeng, resulting in a stalemate...

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boom!!

With a single strike of his True Yang Finger, which represented the third level of cultivation, Zhang Yunling shattered the boulder blocking the river into dust.

What comes into view is a winding stream flowing out of this canyon. There are still cliffs on both sides, but compared to the road ahead, the cliffs on both sides are much lower, and you can even see the top of the valley.

Zhang Yunling took a step and flew up, hovering in mid-air below the barrier above his head. He looked down at the entire canyon and finally managed to see the whole picture of the valley.

The entire valley is like a giant maze, with every path leading to unknown places. You can even vaguely see a few blurry black shadows moving slowly, which are cultivators from various clans across the Dao Tian Continent exploring this place.

Zhang Yunling had no interest in them; his purpose in coming here was simply to find his own destiny, and what was in this valley was not important to him.

Landing back on the ground, Zhang Yunling walked forward in the direction of the stream. Along the way, there were only steep cliffs and piles of dark blue stones on the ground, with the clear stream flowing slowly in the middle. Zhang Yunling walked by the stream, looking at the road that seemed to have no end. He was not in a hurry, but enjoyed the tranquility.

The environment here reminded him of a comic book he received when he was a child studying in the countryside. It was given to him by a man named Ye Fan and was called Calabash Brothers. The cave of the snake-woman monster depicted in the book looked very similar to this valley.

Ye Fan later told him about things like "Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin" and "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," but Zhang Yunling was engrossed in studying the Four Books and Five Classics at the time, so he ignored the strange things Ye Fan was talking about.

Looking back now, being an ordinary person has its advantages. You don't have to think about how to become stronger every day. You just need to be like Ye Fan and think about how to live happily and comfortably every day.

Just like when he was an official, if he hadn't trusted Chu Yanbing, would everything that happened afterward have been different?

Zhang Yunling couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and touched the stream at his feet. The cool touch pulled him back to reality from his memories.

The path is under your own feet. Since you have chosen to become a cultivator, you must persevere no matter how difficult or dangerous the journey.

Zhang Yunling stopped thinking about anything else, took out the gourd from his storage bag, held it in his hand, and continued walking forward.

It was very quiet all around, with only the faint gurgling of a stream. The pheasant calls that had been heard earlier had also strangely disappeared.

After walking for about half an hour, Zhang Yunling finally reached the source of the stream, where all the water flowed down from a towering waterfall.

The waterfall flows down from a high mountain. It is very wide and large. The water cascades down and falls into a huge lake in the canyon. There is a gap at the edge of the lake, and the water flows out through this gap, gradually forming a small stream.

Zhang Yunling lifted the gourd, pulled out the cork, filled it with river water, and took a big, satisfying gulp. His mood lightened considerably.

Looking up at the waterfall in the sky, Zhang Yunling sat on the ground, drinking the river water from the gourd one sip at a time. He couldn't help but sigh that he had become a puppet manipulated by his obsession.

Cultivate, become stronger, avenge your grievances, and ascend to immortality.

Zhang Yunling has filled his life with activities, and as time flows by, he strives to live along this path.

Perhaps only when you take some free time will you discover that, besides spiritual practice and revenge, ideals and obsessions, there are actually many beautiful things in this world worth seeing.

The dark sky, thick with clouds, seemed to be infected by Zhang Yunling's emotions; one cloud even parted on its own, revealing the twinkling stars in the night sky. Zhang Yunling lay on the ground, gazing at his surroundings, recalling his experiences in his two lives, and slowly murmured:

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return..."

In that instant, as if it had heard Zhang Yunling's words, the waterfall suddenly burst into light, and the entire waterfall was enveloped in a golden halo, like a golden road leading to a fairyland.

At the same time, a beam of blue light shot out from the waterfall and enveloped Zhang Yunling's body. He felt a powerful suction force pull him in.

All of this was completed in just a few breaths. After Zhang Yunling's body completely merged into the waterfall, all the light slowly dissipated, as if nothing had ever happened.