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Soon, he made another amazing discovery.
Deep within this young man's memory also lie scattered fragments about the "Kunlun Immortal Realm".
But unlike the previous prisoner who belonged to the "Nine Heavens Sect," this young man's memories also contained the shadow of another sect.
It was a sect that appeared exceptionally aloof and mysterious even in fragments of memory.
That sect was equally renowned in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, but it was also even more mysterious.
—The Guizong School.
The Guizong lineage is sparsely populated, with only a handful of members in each generation, and often even facing the predicament of being passed down through a single line.
The disciples of the sect rarely ventured into the Immortal Realm, always preferring to be alone, like solitary cranes that refused to associate with ordinary birds.
But this does not prevent it from being one of the most feared existences in the Immortal Realm.
Because their techniques are too domineering.
Its core essence is called "all things return to their origin".
The moment Zhang Yunyuan's divine sense touched those four words, he felt an overwhelming, supreme Daoist aura that almost devoured his divine sense.
This technique does not emphasize variations, moves, or even the strength of Qi.
What it pursues is an ultimate, almost Taoist, philosophy.
All tangible and intangible forces are reduced to the most primordial nothingness.
No matter how many spells or supernatural powers you possess, they are all illusory under my single thought of "returning to the origin".
This is an unsolvable, absolute defense, and also the most extreme attack that wipes out the opponent from the root.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yunyuan's breath hitched.
His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.
In his mind, it was as if countless lightning bolts flashed, connecting all the seemingly unrelated clues in an instant!
The "Nine Heavens Three Styles" of the Nine Heavens School, the incomplete "Qimen" style, was lost in the world of supernatural beings. After being supplemented and evolved by later generations, it eventually gave birth to Wuhou Qimen and Feng Hou Qimen.
He had already verified this conclusion with the first prisoner.
So what about the Guizong School's "all methods return to the origin"?
To reduce all power to nothingness...
To resolve all problems and point directly to the source...
This most fundamental concept, this ultimate pursuit, isn't it precisely...
Isn't that the very "ultimate technique"—the Qi Source Flow—that his second senior brother Zhang Huaiyi, after exhausting all his learning in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley, finally comprehended?!
Zhang Yunyuan's heart began to pound wildly at that moment, and his blood felt as if it were on fire.
He finally understood!
He finally understood where the so-called "Eight Extraordinary Skills" truly originated!
They were not original creations of the Thirty-Six Thieves at all!
Rather, it was through some unknown opportunity in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley that they glimpsed the core secrets of those ancient Taoist methods that had long been lost from the Kunlun Immortal Realm, and combined them with their own knowledge to "reproduce" them in the world!
It turns out that the true source of the Jia Shen Rebellion, those eight earth-shattering techniques that drove the entire world of supernatural beings mad, actually had their roots hidden in that mysterious Kunlun Immortal Realm, which was independent of the world!
An even bolder idea began to frantically grow in his mind.
The Quanxing Sect leader who stirred up the winds of the entire era, but ultimately mysteriously disappeared!
Where did he end up?
Previously, Zhang Yunyuan had always thought that he had chosen to disappear in order to find a way to break the restrictions on Feng Baobao, or to avoid being hunted down by the righteous path.
But now it seems that things are not that simple!
How could the vision and pursuit of a remarkable person who can comprehend "divine spirit"—a concept that resolves all energies and points directly to the origin—be limited to this small mortal world?
What he pursued was never worldly power and fame, but the ethereal yet real "Great Way"!
It is highly likely that he discovered the existence of the Kunlun Immortal Realm by chance.
His final disappearance was not an escape at all!
He went to that higher level of world to pursue the true "Great Way"!
This deduction made the hairs on Zhang Yunyuan's body stand on end.
He felt as if he were getting infinitely closer to the core of a huge mystery that spanned hundreds, or even thousands of years.
However, new problems also arose.
Based on the scattered information in these fragments of memory, it seems that there is an extremely powerful barrier between the Kunlun Immortal Realm and the mortal world, which cannot be entered or exited at will.
It was a restriction similar to the laws of heaven and earth, so powerful that even the top experts in the Immortal Realm could not easily overcome it.
So how exactly did these disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect descend the mountain?
How did Wugensheng ascend to the top?
What are the conditions for entering and leaving?
New mysteries, like towering mountains, loomed before him, putting him under suffocating pressure.
Zhang Yunyuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming shock in his heart.
He knew that he still had a long way to go.
But at least, he has seen the true sea of stars that lies behind all the fog.
He walked up to the mysterious men who had already fainted, his eyes cold and devoid of any pity.
He won't kill them.
Killing them would be too lenient.
He simply stretched out his hand, and on his fingertips, a wisp of primordial Dao Qi, faint yet carrying an aura of endless destruction, slowly circulated.
He wanted to turn these people into complete "useless people".
They destroyed their cultivation, shattered their meridians, and erased all their memories, turning them into mindless fools who didn't even know who they were. They were then thrown back into the "mortal realm" they despised, left to fend for themselves.
This is the most direct and cruel retaliation against them for daring to covet Longhu Mountain.
Chapter 165 Lu Jiaqiang's Invitation Sparks a Storm
As soon as Zhang Yunyuan stepped out of the Demon-Subduing Cave, the shock from the Kunlun Immortal Realm was still surging in his heart when his cell phone in his pocket vibrated at an inopportune moment.
He took out his phone, and two words appeared on the screen—"Baby".
When the call connected, Feng Baobao's unique, flat tone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, came through the other end. Every word sounded as if it had just come off an assembly line—standard, yet utterly devoid of warmth.
"Zhang Chulan has been kidnapped by some idiots who claim he's from the Lü family."
It is concise and to the point, with not a single wasted word.
Zhang Yunyuan's eyes turned cold in that instant.
He hung up the phone without asking a single question, and with a swift movement, he used the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap.
He transformed into a blur that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and sped toward the temporary residence of the Lü family in Longhu Mountain, following the direction marked by Feng Baobao's Qi over the phone.
It was a rather grand detached courtyard house with green tiles, white walls, flying eaves and brackets. Among the many temporary buildings in Longhu Mountain, it was the most impressive.
Zhang Yunyuan did not barge in directly.
He landed silently on the branch of an ancient pine tree outside the courtyard, like a leaf blown by the wind, concealing his presence to the extreme, blending into the surrounding rocks and vegetation as if he had never existed.
Inside the building, the lights were on, and several powerful energies intertwined and collided within. One of them was all too familiar to him—
It was Zhang Chulan's complex yet pure Yang Qi, imbued with the Golden Light Mantra.
However, at this moment, the aura seemed somewhat weak, clearly suppressed by some means.
Immediately afterwards, the conversation coming from inside the building reached his ears clearly.
“…Uncle Lü, that’s not very kind of you.”
A voice, tinged with a playful grin and a hint of roguishness, rang out; it belonged to Zhang Chulan.
"You've 'invited' me all this way, yet you haven't even offered me a cup of tea? Are you just going to chat like this? If word gets out, won't it say that your Lü family is unhospitable?"
"Stop joking around with me!"
A hoarse yet powerful roar rang out, its imposing force enough to make even a second-rate superhuman's legs go weak on the spot:
"I ask you, what about your grandfather Zhang Huaiyi's Eight Extraordinary Skills? Where is the so-called 'Qi Body Source Flow' now?!"
Zhang Chulan's voice still had that carefree, nonchalant tone:
"Oh dear, Mr. Lü, you've really stumped me with that question."
I've been hiding from my grandfather since I was a child. He never even mentioned his own name, Zhang Huaiyi, to me. How would I know anything about origins or history?
Besides, with your excellent connections, didn't you find out anything else?
He abruptly changed the subject, a mischievous smirk creeping into his voice:
"I've heard that your Lü family also has an extraordinary figure named Lü Liang, who is incredibly skilled at manipulating people's memories and is also said to be a member of the Quanxing Demon Clan."
"Mr. Lü, could he be your son? You're in great health, still going strong for your age!"
"Bullshit!"
The old man was instantly struck where it hurt, and he flew into a rage, his voice trembling:
"That's my great-grandson! That disloyal, unfilial, and treacherous wretch who betrayed his master and ancestors!"
Hearing this from outside the courtyard, and hearing Lü Ci jumping up and down in anger, Zhang Yunyuan found it inexplicably funny.
Zhang Chulan's ability to remain calm in the face of danger and to accurately stab people in the heart is truly remarkable.
Inside the building, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Seated in the main seat was none other than Lü Ci, the patriarch of the Lü family. Beside him sat an old man leaning on a dragon-patterned cane, his eyes slightly closed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family, one of the four major families.