Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 121 Severing the Old Self, A New Beginning

Wind, thunder, water, and fire gather from the outside world. Thunder snakes and fire dragons collide and merge with each other under the cover of wind and rain, fully demonstrating the creation of heaven and earth.

The dazzling silver-white lightning and the sky-piercing crimson-gold flames grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire Golden Summit as if it were daytime in the middle of the night, as if a bright sun was slowly awakening on the mountaintop, waiting for the opportunity to soar into the sky.

Although the sun, which had been dormant and gathering its strength, had not yet soared into the sky, its bright and magnificent light had already spread across the night sky of the entire Wudang Mountain.

The scorching flames were carried by the wind in all directions, and the warm rain sprinkled all over the Golden Summit, where a unique vitality slowly emerged.

A barely noticeable breeze drifted from the mountainside to the summit, flowing around the Golden Hall amidst the raging winds, thunder, water, and fire.

Here, the three Qimen formations are rotating at the same speed, and the climate of the universe is slowly evolving from the solar term "Awakening of Insects" to the solar term "Spring Equinox" in less than a quarter of an hour.

The Spring Equinox marks the balance of Yin and Yang, with Yang growing and Yin declining, and the division of day and night into equal lengths. From this point onward, the days gradually lengthen and the nights gradually shorten.

A gentle breeze, carrying the elements of wind, thunder, water, and fire, circled the Golden Hall before entering it.

Outside the Golden Hall, the three elders in the Three Wonders position sat cross-legged with their eyes closed. Beneath them, each had a Qimen Dunjia formation in operation, as if they were in their own independent little world, unaffected by the wind, thunder, water, and fire on the Golden Summit.

But they were in very bad shape. Veins throbbed on their gaunt faces, and their depleted blood surged up, casting a flush on their exposed skin, as if their blood would burst through their flesh at any moment.

"Zhou Sheng, you big monkey, you've finally arrived!"

The moment Qingfeng entered the Golden Hall, Fang, Lu, and Hong suddenly opened their eyes. Their dark, lifeless eyes were bloodshot, and their black and red pupils looked incredibly menacing. Drops of blood were faintly sliding down their eyelids.

"Senior brothers, junior brothers, the fire controller is here. Let's put in a little more effort and try to complete the cycle by sunrise."

"In this way, we can also borrow the pure Yang energy of the Yin-Yang cycle of the microcosmic orbit and the vitality of the morning purple."

The old man surnamed Lu gritted his teeth, enduring the crushing pain that ripped his bones and flesh from all over his body, and shouted from the golden summit, "Whether we succeed or not depends on that kid's fate!"

"good!"

The voices of the three elders momentarily drowned out the thunderous roar of water, fire, and thunder that echoed across the golden summit.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three Qimen formations that were operating slowly suddenly accelerated, and the four palaces shifted and moved closer to the solar term of the Spring Equinox.

In an instant, the water, fire, wind, and thunder on the golden summit clashed even more fiercely, creating a magnificent spectacle.

The doors of the Golden Palace were tightly shut. As the water, fire, wind, and thunder outside intertwined, an ever-burning crimson-gold flame lit up inside the pitch-black Golden Palace, along with flashes of dazzling white lightning. The entire interior of the Golden Palace resembled the interior of a furnace, with flames of various colors raging within.

Unlike a furnace, the Golden Palace is not scorching hot; instead, it is warm and inviting, like being in a pool of lukewarm water, making one feel refreshed and comfortable, as if returning to the original warm nest.

Inside the Golden Hall, Lü Qian sat cross-legged on a futon in the center of the floor. He closed his eyes and sat in meditation, with the peach wood sword on his back resting on his knees. The silver mirror hanging from the hilt of the sword fell between his knees, and his body shone with various colors of light.

As the light inside the Golden Hall grew increasingly intense, the light emanating from Lü Qian also responded accordingly.

His body was suddenly illuminated by red and blue light, and then by golden light, but the crimson-gold light between his eyebrows remained unchanged, and even became more intense.

His flesh bulged and his veins throbbed, but his appearance remained unchanged.

"boom!"

A thunderous roar exploded within the Golden Hall, like the tolling of a grand bell, reverberating throughout the entire hall and resonating around Lü Qian.

Within Lü Qian's spiritual platform, the once radiant and clear Niwan Palace was now dim and lifeless. A chaotic and ethereal black mist shrouded this tranquil place. In the center of the Niwan Palace, only Lü Qian's original spirit, bound by the Golden Lock, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, quietly observing.

[Original Spirit Form] was no longer as clear and radiant as before, and the divine light behind his head had long since disappeared into the darkness.

Holding a sharp sword, surrounded by dragon-like rune locks, it sat cross-legged with its eyes closed.

"boom!"

That booming sound, like the morning bell and evening drum, resounded throughout Lü Qian's Niwan Palace.

As the sound rang out, a flash of lightning seemed to streak across Lü Qian's dark and deep spiritual realm, illuminating his Niwan Palace (the area between the upper and lower parts of the head).

The [Primordial Spirit Form] sitting cross-legged in the center with its eyes closed seemed to be awakened by the commotion. Its brows furrowed on its face, which was exactly the same as Lü Qian's, and it looked as if it was about to awaken.

"boom!"

Another flash of lightning illuminated the Niwan Palace, but this time it was different from before.

Within the pitch-black spiritual platform, a dazzling light descended from above and struck the [Primordial Spirit Form].

This bolt of lightning, like a clear, bright stream, swept across Lü Qian's dim [Primordial Spirit Form], washing away the filth that clung to it.

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

Countless bolts of lightning struck the Niwan Palace, illuminating the once pitch-black Lingtai once more.

The chaotic, cloud-like black mist that permeated the space was slowly dispelled, and specks of golden light reappeared, like brilliant stars adorning the dark Niwan Palace, making the place even more mysterious and beautiful.

Golden specks of light drifted in the Niwan Palace, slowly flying towards the [Primordial Spirit Form] in the center, which was being refined by lightning, and merging into the ever-purifying divine soul.

Amidst the intertwining of lightning and golden light, the previously dim and lifeless [Primordial Spirit Form] once again radiated a crimson-golden glow, as if a lamp had been relit.

As the thunderous light cleansed it, the radiant golden [Primordial Spirit Form] slowly rose, sword in hand. Golden dragon-shaped Dao patterns danced around its body with its movements, never letting up.

After regaining his footing, his primordial spirit slowly opened his eyes. As his eyelids slowly lifted, it seemed as if two crimson-gold suns were rising in his Niwan Palace.

A dazzling crimson-gold light slowly illuminated the still somewhat dim space, suppressing the chaotic black mist in the spiritual platform into a corner with a force even more swift than lightning.

"bass--"

His primordial spirit opened his eyes completely, as if they had been polished by starlight, with a galaxy flowing within them. Two beams of crimson-gold light shot out from his open eyes, sweeping across the dim Niwan Palace around him.

The light was dazzling, even more radiant and awe-inspiring than the lightning, sweeping away the chaos that was still struggling in the mind and restoring the place to its former clarity and brightness.

Outside, as the primordial spirit unleashed its power, wisps of black mist swirled above Lü Qian's head, condensing and gradually taking shape.