One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, Once More
"Hahaha, you idiot, you piece of trash."
Zilu's maniacal laughter was deafening, filled with the cat-and-mouse glee and undisguised contempt.
"He possesses the Cultivation a Golden Immortal and the power of the world's Origin, but unfortunately, he only has the form and not the spirit, and does not know how to use it."
You think you can be my enemy?
"They're utterly courting death."
Before the laughter subsided, the offensive intensified!
Zilu's figure multiplied into countless forms, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion; each flash was accompanied by a deadly attack.
Or perhaps it was formed from the Earth Vein and crashed down with a deafening roar;
Or it could gather the Nine Heavens Gang Wind into an invisible blade, cutting silently.
The attacks came in waves, relentless and continuous, each time catching Zhang Yu just as his old strength was waning and his new strength was yet to be generated.
Zilu's attacks were cunning and ruthless, leaving Zhang Yu struggling to defend himself and in a sorry state.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
Zhang Yu wielded his sword like the wind, the sword light weaving a dense net, yet his opponent always managed to penetrate it in a more ingenious and effortless way.
In just a short while, he sustained several more wounds.
Although it healed quickly under the flow of the power of Heavenly Dao, the frustration and helplessness of being completely seen through and manipulated lingered in his heart like a poisonous vine.
He could sense that Zilu was like a master hunter, slowly wearing him down and breaking him down, waiting for the final, decisive blow.
"System, stop pretending to be dead, think of something quickly."
If this continues, I'm really going to die here.
Zhang Yu roared inwardly, wanting the system to give him some advice.
A brief silence followed, as if the system was truly "thinking," or... simply speechless.
"... Tsk."
A smacking sound, clearly indicating disdain, echoed deep within Zhang Yu's consciousness.
The feeling was like that of a grumpy old scholar who was dozing off but was woken up by a stupid student.
What's all the noise about?
Are eyes there for breathing?
If you can't beat them yourself, can't you call for backup?
"Call for backup?"
Zhang Yu almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
As he awkwardly parried a Yin Wind Spear that nearly pierced his ribs, he roared in his mind:
"Who the hell am I shaking?"
Xiang Yu's soul has been scattered, Houtu is unconscious, Jian Jiu can barely protect himself!
Besides, with their current Cultivation, even if they were completely unharmed, they wouldn't be of any help.
"... Rotten wood cannot be carved."
The system's tone became even more disdainful, even carrying a hint of exasperation at its perceived shortcomings.
"Is your mind only capable of holding those few people?"
What about Donghua and Maitreya?
Did you eat it as a snack?
"Donghua and Maitreya?"
Zhang Yu was startled, his hands slowing down by a fraction, narrowly avoiding a bolt of lightning.
"Weren't they... weren't they utterly destroyed by Zilu, their souls scattered and their bodies reduced to ashes?"
He recalled the image of the two people who stood in front of him and were silently annihilated in the lightning, and his heart ached.
"Soul scattered and spirit destroyed?"
The system seemed to laugh in exasperation, with a sense of utter helplessness, as if to say, "How could you be so stupid?"
Do you think "One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones" is Divine Ability that can disappear as easily as cabbage?
They are your Incarnation, your path.
As long as the main trunk of your crooked tree hasn't been uprooted, these are at most branches broken by the wind, with some leaves falling off.
If you want, you can just put in a little effort to "pick them up" and reconnect them, right?
Those two guys have a hundred times more fighting experience than your half-baked self!
"Can it be... 'picked up' again?"
Zhang Yu was completely stunned, then an overwhelming wave of joy washed over him.
Yes, Donghua and Maitreya are not truly independent individuals, but rather the Dao self that he created by "One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones".
As long as his physical body remains, and as long as the Origin his Divine Ability powers is not lost, theoretically... it really is possible to recall him.
How exactly do you do it?
Zhang Yu was impatient, and the flame of hope rekindled in his eyes.
"... You're so stupid, you might as well die."
The system seemed to roll its eyes. "Just use One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones!"
"Understood."
Zhang Yu almost burst out laughing; this was truly a stroke of luck.
He glanced at Zilu in the distance, who seemed to have victory in his grasp, and couldn't help but curl a very strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
Zilu, who was manipulating countless phantoms and preparing to deliver the final blow to Zhang Yu, keenly caught that smile.
The unease in his heart suddenly intensified. "Even on the verge of death, he still dares to cause trouble."
He roared and his attack became even more ferocious, trying to interrupt any possible movement by Zhang Yu.
However, Zhang Yu no longer seemed to care so much about his attacks.
He diverted a portion of his mind and immersed himself in the vast, boundless, newly formed ocean of Heavenly Dao Golden Immortal power within his body.
He began to silently practice the Supreme Divine Ability of "One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones" from the Supreme Dao Ancestor.
"The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things..."
All things carry yin and embrace yang, and through the interaction of these energies, harmony is achieved...
Zhang Yu silently recited the mantra in his heart, and his aura suddenly became profound and unpredictable.
An indescribable ripple spread outwards from him.
This fluctuation was not violent, but it seemed to carry a supreme Daoist charm of "tracing back to the source" and "returning to one's place".
Having experienced countless battles, how acute was Zilu's perception of the Great Dao?
He immediately noticed the strange change in Zhang Yu's aura.
That strange Daoist aura set off alarm bells in his heart, filling him with a strong sense of unease.
Like a cold, venomous snake, it instantly coiled around his heart!
Although he couldn't immediately understand what Zhang Yu was doing, a sense of crisis stemming from his life-or-death instinct told him—he absolutely couldn't let the other party complete it!
"You're playing tricks! I'll destroy you!"
A fierce glint flashed in Zilu's eyes. He no longer held back and disregarded any techniques or energy expenditure.
He roared and unleashed the Heavenly Dao Authority that he could command! He then pressed his hands down forcefully!
"Heaven Toppling and Earth Overturning, all laws were extinguished!"
With his roar, the entire sky seemed to collapse!
It was no longer a scattered attack, but a single strike that concentrated almost all the power of heaven and earth and the Origin of the Principle within a radius of tens of thousands of miles!
Endless purple-black lightning, bone-chilling and soul-consuming Nine Heavens Gang Wind, heavy and mountain-like Black-and-Yellow Earth Qi, and all sorts of Principle Chains representing destruction, collapse, and annihilation were forcibly mixed together.
Several attacks coalesced into a Principle radiating ultimate destructive power.
This torrent, like the chaotic storm that swept across everything at the beginning of creation, crashed down on Zhang Yu, who was casting a spell, with terrifying power that could crush everything.
This is the strongest attack that Zilu can unleash in his current state!
He wanted to wipe Zhang Yu, along with the strange Divine Ability he was using, completely from this world!
At this moment, the profound Daoist aura surrounding Zhang Yu also reached its peak.
He suddenly looked up, his left eye gleaming with sword light, and his right eye radiating Buddhist light.
Deep within his brow, a single, all-encompassing primordial light flickered!
"The Tao gives birth to all things, One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones —Return!"
A roar, no longer a chant, but the Sound of the Great Dao, resounded throughout the universe!
With this roar, his body shone brightly.
This was not a blinding, intense light, but a gentle, yet infinitely vibrant, clear light, like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, or the final ray of light at the return of all things to their origin.
Amidst this endless pure light, an incredible scene unfolded!
Zhang Yu's body seemed to transform into the source of the Dao, and two figures, sharing the same origin as him but with vastly different temperaments, slowly "differentiated" from his body!