Chapter 789 - 377: Lord of South Zhang! September Ninth, Zhang Fan Is Born (5k Mega - )_3

As he moved, it seemed like the whole world moved, the cycle of the sun and moon, stars shifting and turning.

Everyone felt an illusion, like a drop in the ocean, shrinking into dust.

Rumble...

Wang Qiankun's aura shook the Nine True Saint King, the Ninefold Divine Light suddenly flickered, and the intense incense fire boiled like waves.

Facing a true Celestial Master, the pressure Zhang Sheng endured was imaginable.

After all, he had not yet entered the Celestial Master Realm.

"What joy in life, what sorrow in death?"

Suddenly, Li Yishan's gaze dimmed, his life seemed to have burned out, and at the next moment, Zhang Sheng's aura abruptly surged, the Nine True Saint King seemed to descend to the world, becoming lively and real.

"Hmm!? Nine Techniques..."

Wang Qiankun's expression slightly tensed, his eyes glowing with a peculiar light, yet his steps slowed down.

"Alright, once or twice, but not thrice..." Wang Qiankun nodded.

"If you can suppress me another step, I'll let it go for today."

"Zhang Fan!"

Just as the words fell, Zhang Sheng uttered a light cry.

Rumble...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit emerged, shining brightly like a Divine Candle Illumination, leaping into the Ninefold Divine Light of the Nine True Saint King.

Instantly, the ethereal figure changed again, reaching a height of six zhang, an overwhelming presence.

Zhang Sheng stepped forward, walking towards Wang Qiankun.

Rumble...

Seas turned to mulberry fields, stars shifted and turned, at this moment, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit seemed to merge into this heaven, into this earth, into Zhang Sheng's Primordial Spirit...

Countless light images danced before his eyes, countless voices echoed in his ears.

This feeling was like wandering through the memories of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill.

Swoosh...

Suddenly, a familiar scene appeared before his eyes, growing clearer.

Qin Ancient Town, Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion.

"It's about to be born... push... it's almost out..."

An urgent voice came from within the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion.

In the sky, dark clouds surged, thunder rumbled, and terrifying auras had already sealed the place tightly.

"Zhang Lingzong, back when South Zhang perished, you became a lucky survivor, today your whole family will die here."

"Your Divine Demon Holy Embryo has not yet reached Great Success, your wife, and your unborn child, will die before your eyes."

"You can't hold on, we don't even need to make a move, you'll just enter the Great Night."

A burst of icy voices echoed outside the ancestral mansion, where only one figure stood at the door, lonely and thin, yet a match for a thousand.

Before him, however, were fierce enemies surrounding.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan, like a spectator, recognized that familiar figure, that man facing the enemy alone.

"This was the time of my birth..." a realization dawned in Zhang Fan's heart.

He knew that when Li Linglong was pregnant, Zhang Lingzong took his wife and son back to Qin Ancient Town, back to the Zhang Family's old mansion...

There, Zhang Fan was born, and that day a great fire burned half the street, the old mansion was gone.

That day was precisely the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

Later, their family of three left Qin Ancient Town.

Until recently, Zhang Fan returned there.

"Linglong, ignore us, if it doesn't survive, it's his fate, I'll die with him, kill all these people."

"Kill them all!"

Suddenly, a low growl came from within the Zhang Family Ancestral Mansion, it was a woman, exuding ruthlessness and determination.

"Li Linglong, at the end of your life, you dare to boast?"

Suddenly, in the sky, thunder boomed, streams of Primordial Spirits descended, directly attacking Zhang Family's old mansion.

"Looking for death!"

At the entrance, that lonely figure moved, the Black and White Qi around him boiled, like a Divine Demon descent, an overwhelming killing intent.

"Zhang Lingzong, you won't pass."

Suddenly, two powerful figures flickered, blocking the path of that lonely figure.

"Little Sheng!"

A cry of alarm from the lonely figure, in the courtyard of the Zhang Family's old mansion, a child covered in blood stood up, about five or six years old, facing the oncoming Primordial Spirits, gritting his teeth, he patted his forehead, his Primordial Spirit emerged, flashing with Ninefold Divine Light.

Rumble...

The child's Primordial Spirit charged straight into the small building.

In the next moment, those terrifying Primordial Spirits, like thunderous blows, ultimately shattered that young Primordial Spirit.

He ultimately failed to block the fierce enemies, watching helplessly as those Primordial Spirits stormed into the small building, towards the woman in labor.

The Ninefold Divine Light dimmed, young Primordial Spirit fragments scattered in the courtyard, scattered into the world.

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong's heart sank to the bottom, allowing the enemy's hand to pierce through his shoulder, thunder tearing his abdomen.

He stood still, turning back to look at the scattered Primordial Spirit fragments, looking at the small building where his wife was, and his unborn child...

At this moment, he seemed to return to that night years ago...

The night South Zhang perished...

He lost everything...

Lost everything...

At this moment, the despair, the fear, just like years ago, surged back into his heart...

In front of him, it was darkness, like the Great Night had descended, with no light anymore.

"Wah... wah..."

Suddenly, an ear-piercing cry came from the small building of the Zhang Family's old mansion, loud and clear.

That cry was like a light before dawn, instantly dispelling the darkness in Zhang Lingzong's heart.

Rumble...

In the next moment, an even more incredible scene appeared.

Accompanying the baby's cries, a terrifying firelight shot up from that old building, the mystical heavens changed, the entire world trembled, in an instant, that firelight incinerated all the approaching Primordial Spirits.

The vast clouds like a cinnabar glow, Southming Xuanyuan birthed a unique essence.

The fiery light lit up everyone's face, everyone stopped their actions, watching the incredible scene before them, watching the soaring, eternal fire, their expressions shocked, murmuring.

"Samadhi True Flame!!"

"Innate Divine Techniques!?"