Although Zhang Sanfeng disagreed with besieging the Ming Cult, he still sent out the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
In his view, there was no difference between the Ming Cult and the Six Great Sects.
The martial arts world of the Central Plains urgently needs a leader to guide everyone in resisting the tyrannical Yuan dynasty, rather than engaging in infighting.
Logically speaking, given his strength and reputation, no one should dare to disagree with him once he speaks.
But as the saying goes, every family has its own troubles, and he couldn't leave Mount Wudang, or even leave the area within a thousand meters of the Great Hall of Zhenwu.
Because a terrifying monster is suppressed here, a monster capable of destroying all of humanity.
After watching the Seven Heroes of Wudang descend the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng returned to the Great Hall of Zhenwu.
But just as his foot stepped across the threshold, the scene before him suddenly changed.
The once magnificent and imposing hall instantly became gloomy and terrifying.
The vengeful ghosts howled, and the vengeful spirits screamed in agony.
Skeletons were embedded in the massive pillars, engulfed in raging flames, causing them to struggle frantically, yet they could not find release.
The statues of the Three Pure Ones in the center of the main hall also became demonized, losing their terrifying fangs and tragic bloodstains, replaced only by a sinister and eerie aura.
Although his appearance has not changed at all, a single glance at him still makes people tremble.
Below the statue of the Three Pure Ones was a man sitting cross-legged.
He bears a striking resemblance to Zhang Sanfeng, only slightly younger.
" Junbao, your heart has wavered."
This man had a handsome face, but he exuded an air of evil.
"The path of Martial Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. If your mind wavers, the rate at which your power grows will slow down, but I will be unaffected. In ten years at most, my power will surpass yours, and I will be able to escape from here."
You're overthinking it...
Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the Three Pure Ones statue, his face expressionless, showing neither joy nor sorrow.
He didn't believe in the Three Pure Ones, nor in Daoism; he only believed in himself.
Back then, Ghost Demons ravaged the land, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Three Pure Ones did not come to save them, nor did the Dao manifest any miracles. Instead, it was those mortal ancestors and martyrs who fought desperately to resist.
Humanity saved itself through courage, resilience, and unwavering spirit, not through gods or demons.
"The limit of this world is the Golden Core Stage. You can't break through it, and neither can I. Unless, we reintegrate into the Great Wilderness."
Zhang Sanfeng looked at that person, a ripple of emotion flickering in his eyes.
" Tianbao, it's been a thousand years, why are you still so persistent? The limit of this Fragment World is here, you can't succeed."
"I don't believe it! My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. As long as I can fuse the essence of all living beings into one, I can forcibly break through the nascent soul and form a Nascent Soul, exceeding the limits of this world."
Dong Tianbao roared, his face filled with madness and fanaticism.
"And then what? Even if you reach the Nascent Soul Stage, what then? You'll still be trapped in this Fragment World like a prison."
Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "My brother and I joined forces to seal the Ghost Demons, but we never imagined it would end like this. Tianbao, turn back. Everything you've done is meaningless; the Ghost Demons cannot be destroyed."
"Cannot be destroyed?"
A faint voice sounded, and Dong Tianbao, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up at some point.
His face was as white as jade, and he exuded an aura of righteousness.
As he walked step by step, the evil aura dissipated wherever he went.
Although it emanated no light, it illuminated the entire eerie and sinister hall.
The statues of the Three Pure Ones behind him subtly changed, half majestic and awe-inspiring, the other half sinister and treacherous, as if gods and demons were one, yin and yang coexisting.
"You..."
Zhang Sanfeng took two steps back; even he was shocked by the scene before him.
He and Dong Tianbao fought against the Ghost Demons and sealed them on a fragment of a world that was about to break away from the Great Wilderness.
However, to everyone's surprise, the Ghost Demons launched a counterattack in its dying moments and actually assimilated Dong Tianbao's soul.
Left with no other choice, Zhang Sanfeng entered this Fragment World alone and set up the Great Zhenwu Formation to suppress Dong Tianbao within it.
Dong Tianbao is a true genius, and his strength continues to grow even after being corrupted and assimilated.
This grand formation not only imprisons him but also suppresses his strength.
Under normal circumstances, although Ghost Demons will take over all memories after assimilating a soul, it is still the Ghost Demons's consciousness that is in charge.
Dong Tianbao was different; he actually managed to suppress the Ghost Demons's consciousness and take the initiative.
This situation is similar to Wei Qing's, but Wei Qing used the power of the formation to slowly draw out the power of the Ghost Demons, taking thousands of years to do so gradually, unlike Dong Tianbao's forceful suppression.
His will was very strong, but he was still affected.
His original kindness vanished, replaced by madness and obsession, as he sought to devour the power of everyone in this Fragment World to forcefully break through his cultivation and form a Nascent Soul.
" Tianbao, you won?"
Zhang Sanfeng trembled all over. After a thousand years of waiting and torment, he finally saw the end.
"We haven't won; we've only temporarily reached a balance."
An eerie voice rang out, and the sinister Dong Tianbao reappeared, restoring the surrounding scene to its original Hell state.
" Ghost Demons are the wrath of heaven and earth, which cannot be destroyed, but their power can be borrowed."
Dong Tianbao's figure kept changing, and the atmosphere Great Hall of Zhenwu shifted back and forth between grandeur and sinister eeriness.
" Tianbao, you've gone mad! You actually went and tried to Fusion Ghost Demons!"
Zhang Sanfeng was horrified. He couldn't believe that, having already suppressed the Ghost Demons's will, it would actively try to Fusion again.
"Heaven and earth are natural, yin and yang are the universe; with giving comes receiving, with positive and negative. Power itself is neither right nor wrong; it depends on who wields it."
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, Dong Tianbao felt as if his body had been split in two and then stitched back together.
Half black and half white, half righteous and awe-inspiring, half sinister and treacherous.
"Yin and Yang, positive and negative, this is the power belonging to that supreme deity. The fusion of Yin and Yang forces has two transformations: Oblivion and creation. Oblivion is the return of all things to nothingness, while creation is the creation of something from nothing. This is a power that transcends the laws of nature."
Dong Tianbao muttered to himself, and suddenly an extremely terrifying aura emanated from his body.
Vast and desolate, it seems to have traversed countless eras, descending from the primordial chaos.
Dong Tianbao reversed the Fusion with the Ghost Demons, gaining a much deeper understanding of this world.
He learned the reason for the appearance of Ghost Demons, and the reason for the deaths of countless gods.
He learned how to summon those remnant souls that existed outside the laws of nature, and how to obtain their power.
The powerful force was surprisingly gentle; it pushed Zhang Sanfeng out of the Great Hall of Zhenwu without harming him in the slightest.
"What do you want to do...?"
Looking at Dong Tianbao's appearance and feeling the vast and desolate aura emanating from him, Zhang Sanfeng's face showed a look of horror.
"You want to... summon those gods who have long since died..."