sbdcsierra Chapter 355 Block
Chapter 355 Block
Su Haijun asked, "Senior, did your master and the others cultivate?"
"No, even my three martial uncles and grand-uncles have never cultivated."
Su Haijun then asked, "Senior, what about you? Have you ever cultivated?"
"Even my master doesn't dare to cultivate, so how could I dare to cultivate?"
"Oh, oh." Su Haijun said "oh" twice, then hesitated. Even the senior masters and others had never cultivated it. If he rashly started cultivating it, would he succeed? However, the thought of Chao Bufan made him feel uneasy.
"Do you still want to cultivate?"
Upon hearing this, Su Haijun pondered for a moment and said, "Senior, I want to cultivate."
"Alright then! Since you insist on cultivating, I will pass on the cultivation incantation of this supreme technique to you! Once you begin cultivating, your soul will naturally be pawned away."
As he spoke, a message immediately appeared in Su Haijun's mind. Then, Su Haijun frowned deeply, and after a moment, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.
Here, after Chao Bufan left Haotian Building, as he passed Dilong Bar, the old man inside him suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Such a powerful aura."
Chao Bufan asked, "What kind of aura is that?"
The old man said, "An ancient shaman."
"An ancient shaman?" Chao Bufan was slightly surprised.
“Strange, weren’t ancient witchcraft supposed to have disappeared into the annals of history? How could…” The old man was equally astonished, and after a moment exclaimed, “Could it be…?”
Chao Bufan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"
The old man said slowly, "He is a sorcerer god abandoned by everyone. He existed before there was any life in the universe."
Upon hearing this, Chao Bufan was slightly startled and asked, "Senior, is this person someone who existed alongside the Great God Pangu?"
"Even earlier than him."
"Huh?" Chao Bufan was surprised again, and said, "Existed even earlier than the Great God Pangu?"
"No one knows how this person came to be, nor what kind of existence he is. Since the birth of the universe, this person has only appeared once, and then disappeared without a trace. Gradually, people have forgotten about him."
Chao Bufan pondered for a moment and asked, "Senior, is he the Hongmeng Sect Master?"
"No, someone who existed even earlier than the Primordial Lord of Hongmeng."
"Hiss..." Chao Bufan gasped in shock. Someone who existed even before the Hongmeng Sect Master? Who could it be! Suddenly, the old man gave Chao Bufan a message, saying, "Boy, see for yourself!"
Chao Bufan frowned.
Legend has it that in the beginning of the universe, there was a primordial spirit, whose spiritual apertures were just opening, gradually developing sentience. This primordial spirit unintentionally obtained a creation artifact from the beginning of the universe in West Kunlun. After countless lifetimes of cultivation, the primordial spirit achieved perfect merit and mastered the Dao. In the long and unbearable chaos of the universe, the primordial spirit became the only "awakened one," enduring unimaginable loneliness. As if to fulfill some mysterious, agreed-upon mission, the primordial spirit, using the supreme spiritual power of the creation artifact, somehow found four beings of different appearances, whose spiritual apertures were just opening. The primordial spirit imparted to each of the four little beings a method of cultivation. The eldest, Hongjun, cultivated "Mysterious Pure Qi"; the second, Hunkun, cultivated "Mysterious Spiritual Qi"; the third, Nuwa, cultivated "Mysterious Void Qi"; and the fourth, Luya, cultivated "Mysterious Bright Qi." Together, they formed "Pure, Spiritual, Void, and Bright." Later generations revered him as Hongjun Laozu (also known as Hongmeng Zhizun), Hunkun Zushi, Nuwa Niangniang, and Luya Daojun.
Chao Bufan slowly unraveled this absurd yet real ancient myth, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, could he be the Primordial Spirit?"
The old man seemed not to hear Chao Bufan's question, and muttered to himself, "Of the three thousand Great Daos, I alone am supreme. It's him, it must be him."
Chao Bufan asked again, "Senior, is he the Primordial Spirit?"
The old man still did not reply to Chao Bufan's words, and continued to mutter to himself: "The forgotten witch god, the forgotten witch god... Ha, senior brother, you still broke Master's promise, you actually... Don't you know that cultivating this supreme technique requires sacrificing one's soul? Boy, hurry, go and stop him, don't let him continue to cultivate, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Hearing the old man's serious words, Chao Bufan dared not hesitate any longer and rushed into Dilong Bar.
In a room on the second floor of the bar, Su Haijun was cross-legged, eyes closed, meditating in a state of complete absorption. Around him, thick, black hemp ropes, about the thickness of an infant's wrist, were wrapped like cocoons, creating an eerie atmosphere. Upon closer inspection, these ropes were revealed to be formed from black smoke. A thick, sinister, and terrifying aura permeated the entire room, truly sending chills down one's spine.
When Chao Bufan saw this astonishing scene, he roared, "Su Haijun, are you fucking crazy?"
As he spoke, Chao Bufan quickly raised his hand and threw out a ball of light. The ball of light struck the black smoke around Su Haijun, and there was a "pop" sound.
Immediately, Su Haijun trembled, then swayed forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He never expected that someone would suddenly interrupt his cultivation at such a crucial moment. It was well known that the most taboo thing for cultivators was to be deliberately interrupted during cultivation; if things went wrong, the interrupted cultivator could very well suffer a qi deviation, or even explode and die instantly. Su Haijun's expression changed drastically, and he stood up, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Extraordinary... what do you mean by this?"
Chao Bufan said coldly, "What I mean is obvious, isn't it? Su Haijun, do you know you've gone astray?"
"Ha!" Su Haijun sneered and said angrily, "Whether I've gone astray or not is none of your business. Chao Bufan, why are you so annoying! You took away my Qianqian, and then you ruined my plans a couple of days ago. Now you're trying to stop me from cultivating the Supreme Technique. Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
Chao Bufan coldly said, "It's not that I'm holding a grudge against you, but that you're holding a grudge against yourself. Su Haijun, you cultivate such a supreme technique just to deal with me. Heh, even if I don't let you achieve your goal, so what!"
Upon hearing this, Su Haijun roared in fury, "You... fine, fine, extraordinary! This is not the place to talk. If you have the guts, come with me. Don't make me look down on you."
Chao Bufan smiled faintly and said, "You think I'm afraid of you?"
The night is very deep tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few, all is quiet, and a cool breeze is blowing.
In a deep, ancient forest, the moonlight, like water, enveloped the forest. Autumn insects chirped incessantly, their calls rising and falling, as if playing a beautiful and enchanting melody. Their chirping added a touch of tranquility and mystery to the forest.