Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 303 - 255: The Yang Spirit Is Achieved

That is the backlash of Heaven and Earth Law.

Simultaneously, Zhang Jian sensed a mysterious force confluencing deep in the void, with a giant Reincarnation Disc vaguely manifesting above, as if the final thread of connection with the Life and Death Law were about to be severed. Once severed, a massive tribulation was sure to descend.

Zhang Jian knew, that was the Reincarnation Life and Death Tribulation.

But he was not seeking to attain the Primordial Spirit through the Golden Crow Body.

Thus the invisible force within the giant Reincarnation Disc had not yet descended.

Only the constant resonance of Heaven and Earth Law influenced the accumulation of Yin Spirit power and the formation of the Golden Crow Mark.

Zhang Jian not only had to suppress this multiple resonance but also seize the opportunity to form the Golden Crow Mark.

Otherwise, if he failed this time, the difficulty would increase significantly the next time he tried.

A burst of energy at the first attempt, a decline at the second, and exhaustion at the third.

At this time, a normal Yin Spirit Venerable would cultivate various Dharma Gates to reduce law resonance and suppress distracting thoughts.

But Zhang Jian had no need for such.

The boundless Sun Rules were grand and vast, but Zhang Jian’s Yin Spirit emitted Pure Yang Golden Light, like a rock in the sea, completely unchanged, instead resounding loudly as countless blasts of Pure Yang Golden Light shattered the resonance of the Heaven and Earth Law.

At this moment, he merely needed to merge the Yin Spirit with the Sun Mark to completely transform into the Golden Crow Primordial Spirit.

Yet that was the method for ascending to the Primordial Spirit.

Whereas ascending with the Primordial Spirit Immortal Technique required only integrating part of the Divine Sense into it.

"Screech!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering sharp crowing, the True Solar Flame burst uncontrollably, as if generating a golden light within it!

Countless Golden Crow Dao Patterns on Zhang Jian’s body seemed to come alive, with ripples of golden light that, once unleashed, would expand like a blazing sun, forming an immensely destructive power akin to solar fission.

This Primordial Spirit Immortal Technique was far more terrifying than any Yin Spirit Level Technique.

This Extreme Yang Fission could be considered a manifestation of the Heaven and Earth Law.

The golden light was intense, as the depths of Zhang Jian’s Yin Spirit now shimmered with grand golden-red cloudlight, with the Golden Crow Mark completely formed and fused with the Yin God Divine Sense.

It remained a Technique Model, but one far more complex than any simple Yin Spirit Level Technique.

Having mastered this Golden Crow Fission Great Technique, Zhang Jian’s Yin Spirit still felt no burden, as if even mastering a few more techniques could still be endured by his Yin Spirit.

This anomaly made even Zhang Jian himself feel the palpable dread of the materialized Yin Spirit.

After the Golden Crow Mark was completely formed, Zhang Jian did not leave. Instead, he took the opportunity to delve deeper into the Inner City of the Sun Star, approaching its core and using the Great Sun Divine Shape to refine the last traces of Yin Essence within him.

...

The time of Xun Yue passed, and at the Haojing City docks.

Official ships came from downstream the canal, with Zhang Jian and his wife standing on the outskirts.

Zhang Yi sat quietly to the side, inhaling and exhaling the Spiritual Mechanism of the canal.

He now looked robust like a young bull, tall and brawny, bearing only a slight resemblance to Zhang Jian, with his brows and eyes more closely resembling Bai Liying, and his expression stern, like a boy of fifteen or sixteen, with the contours of his face already emerging.

Veins of Spiritual Mechanism flowed around him, and his Magical Power had reached Grand Circulation.

He progressed swiftly in the Qi Cultivation Stage, and had it not been for Zhang Jian’s insistence on building his physique, he might have already stepped into the Refining Spirit Stage.

The aptitude of half-demons was peculiar, often either being untalented and beyond hope, or exceptionally gifted, even surpassing their parents.

Zhang Zhao was now seven, standing quietly beside Zhang Jian.

Zhang Chang’an had turned three.

She still loved to be noisy.

At this time, she was being watched by Yu Yao and Qu Lian.

Nearby, there were occasionally beggars trying to approach, but Zhang Fu and his men kept them at bay.

Zhang Jian glanced at the dirty docks, frowning slightly as it was already early winter, yet the weather remained blazing.

Rumors had it that several counties around Haojing City experienced drought for half a year without rain.

It’s only been four to five years, and the drought has returned.

And a long drought is always followed by a flood.

"Heaven initiates destructive schemes, dragons and snakes rise from the land!"

Zhang Jian’s gaze wavered, as the court had been engaged in continuous warfare for years, leading to a deficit; encountering several great disasters would likely result in a large number of roving bandits and rebels.

"The decline of destiny, lament in vain!"

Zhang Jian’s heart stirred.

"Make way, everyone make way, the official ships are docking!"

Just then, shouts came from the Cao Yun Government Office official in the distance.

And at that moment, another group of sturdy officials stepped forward to drive away the many refugees and beggars to one side.

As the numerous official ships began docking, Zhang Jian and his wife could already see Qi Yi standing at the helm, that sturdy figure.

Zhang Jian looked over and noticed that Qi Yuansi and his wife were not among those entering the Capital City, yet he heard a crisp voice from afar.

"Second Sister!!"

In the cabin, Qi Yuzhu stepped out, dressed in red, her jade face bearing a three to four-part resemblance to Qi Yuhua, her demeanor charming, beautiful as peach and plum.

Qi Yuhua also saw Qi Yuzhu, a smile of joy appearing on her jade face.

Simultaneously, she noticed Qi Yi’s presence, and as the official ships docked, the couple stepped forward to greet them.

"Grandfather!"

Seeing them, Qi Yi’s face showed a hint of joy, noticing the three little ones beside Qi Yuhua, his eyes brightening slightly with one glance.

Zhang Jian gestured slightly, and Zhang Yi and Zhang Zhao quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Maternal Grandfather!"

Zhang Chang’an also called out in a milk-voice.

Qi Yi, overjoyed at the sight, stepped forward to hold Zhang Chang’an in his arms.

"All good children!"

"Yuhua, have these three little ones practiced martial arts? Our Military Family’s children must not neglect martial training!"

Qi Yuhua nodded lightly.

"Grandfather, this granddaughter understands."

Just then, in the distance on the official road, Qi Yuanwu and Princess Qingfeng each rode high-headed horses, followed by numerous guards.

"Father!"

Upon seeing Qi Yi, Qi Yuanwu dismounted with Princess Qingfeng.

"Greetings, Princess!"

Hearing this, Qi Yi’s expression remained solemn, he set down Zhang Chang’an, first greeting Princess Qingfeng, who was unbothered, simply smiling.

"Father-in-law, let’s go to the Prince Consort’s Mansion, there are too many eyes and ears here!"

Princess Qingfeng then turned her gaze to Zhang Jian and his wife.

"Ah Yu, Yu Hua, please come as well; a family banquet is prepared tonight at the Prince Consort’s Mansion!"

Zhang Jian nodded gently upon hearing this.

His gaze then shifted to Qi Yuzhu, whispering quietly to Qi Yuhua beside her, Qi Yuzhu looking much different than six years ago.

If, six years ago, she was a young girl unacquainted with the world, now she had grown, with charming looks, filled with an indescribable youth and charm.

Yet his gaze fell upon the depths of her forehead, frowning slightly.

Logically, as she was to oversee the Daqian’s throne, her Life Palace should be flourishing with destiny, but Zhang Jian saw a wisp of black aura between her brows.

Zhang Jian’s gaze swept past, noticing not only Qi Yuzhu but seeing that even Qi Yi had a hint of darkened purple-blue energy at the center of his brow.

"The Life Palace harbors calamity, Tai Sui quietly hiding, pity that this Maternal Grandfather likely won’t heed counsel!"

Conversely, Qi Yuanwu’s brow showed no such anomaly, surrounded by an aura of noble purple-blue, signifying great fortune and wealth.

At this moment, Zhang Jian looked again at the refugee-filled dock, his expression shaking his head slightly.