Chapter 1 The Eternal Life Gate Master

An Qi Sheng murmured in his heart, glancing faintly around, his gaze fixed on the star sea, as if gazing into the distance.

Unfortunately, the void was boundless and the star sea vast. With his current cultivation, he could not see through it, let alone see the Eternal Life Gate Master and others in the depths of the starry sky.

But he had a thousand thoughts spreading in his mind.

Was that Eternal Life Gate Master a so-called 'variable of heavenly secrets' like Qi Cang, or was he a reincarnation of an ancient great power?

Or was it the 'divine thought' he had seen before, born from the corpse of a great power?

Or perhaps...

An Qi Sheng didn't care, but as the great battle ended and all the energy calmed down, Mount Da Shi gradually boiled over.

Tongtian! (Reaching the Heavens Realm)

Feng Wang! (Bestowed King Realm)

For most people, these two words were only seen in legends. Even most of those present were disciples of the Da Shi Holy Land.

Powerful as the master of the Da Shi Holy Land and the two Marquis-level elders regarded as the foundation of the sect, they only had awe for these two words. They may have had ambitions in their hearts, but in the end, they were just ambitions.

At this moment, witnessing the birth of a Feng Wang behemoth with their own eyes was a scene destined to be remembered for a lifetime for all the cultivators present.

The figure of the white-haired Daoist would also become an unforgettable mark in their lives.

Shock, horror, awe, reverence... and even a sense of glory!

Endless emotions rolled and brewed in everyone's hearts.

Before long, someone in the crowd suddenly stepped forward.

The man was dressed in black, his face as iron, with a Dongtian (Cave Heaven) cultivation level. He was an elder of the Da Shi Holy Land.

He looked at the figure surrounded by divine light under the Golden Bell Shield, bowed, and spoke in a thunderous voice:

"Feng Qingxue pays homage to King Yuanyang!"

The world was silent. His voice pierced through the air, instantly attracting countless gazes, some surprised, some puzzled, and so on.

Returning to One is called Marquis, reaching the Heavens is called King. This was a rule that had been passed down from ancient times and was recognized by the human race and even all races.

But that Yuanyang Daoist was of unclear allegiance, and everyone was hesitating. Seeing Feng Qingxue speak at this time, they naturally felt complicated.

But before his voice fell, someone stepped out, with an even stronger aura and a louder voice: "Zhao Wangsun pays homage to King Yuanyang!"

The two spoke and bowed one after another.

"Yuanyang... King."

The Da Shi Holy Master stood in the void, looking at the white-haired Daoist in the divine light, his heart swaying, and his eyes filled with sorrow.

All his ambitions seemed to have become a joke at this moment.

Hearing the sounds of homage ringing in his ears, he felt unwilling, but also admired.

To be able to defy the heavens and become a King in the current era, which is unsuitable for cultivation, the Yuanyang Daoist's talent was comparable to the imperial venerables of ancient and modern times. He deserved all the honors.

But his heart could not calm down, and it was impossible for him to follow the crowd and worship.

Even the Da Shi Holy Master sighed in admiration, let alone the others.

The cultivators in the sky and on the ground stirred for a moment, and many changed their minds, but in the end, more people stepped out and bowed:

"Ge Feiyu pays homage to King Yuanyang!"

"Pu Yuquan..."

"Ruan Yuyu..."

...

"Homage to King Yuanyang!"

Perhaps everyone has a herd mentality, or perhaps today's shock was too great, and everyone's thoughts were completely extinguished. Seeing one person step out, one person bowed.

Finally, the sound of bowing and chanting resounded like a tsunami in the underground and sky, across thousands of miles:

"We pay homage to King Yuanyang!"

How vast was the sound of thousands of cultivators speaking?

Its sound may not be comparable to the roar of the Da Shi Golden Bell, but the confluence of the voices of thousands of cultivators seemed to shake the earth!

The spiritual resonance it triggered seemed to pass through the void and spread to extremely distant places. The air currents rolled, the astral winds howled, and even the celestial phenomena changed.

It caused the shock and horror of countless people.

Other sects and holy lands in Dongzhou, other continents, and even the many forces in the starry sky, all of whom were spying on this place through various means, were all in dead silence.

At this moment, even the most arrogant person had to admit that in this day and for a very long time to come.

That Yuanyang Daoist would become the uncrowned king of Dongzhou, and even the entire Huangji Continent!

What geniuses and heroes, what foundations of the holy land, all had to bow before him!

Wherever his eyes reached, all bowed their heads, and even the most insignificant of these bowing people, if they entered the mortal world, would at least control the life and death of a country, and control both the black and white paths.

But An Qi Sheng's heart was without joy or sorrow, and even without emotion. Bowing to the strong was a very normal thing for the cultivators of the Myriad Yang World.

The strong were the pioneers of the Dao, respected, followed, worshiped, and honored. There were many such legends in this world.

But it was difficult for him to be moved.

Even though the people of the Da Shi Holy Land, who had previously regarded him as an enemy, were now bowing and worshiping, he did not feel any joy.

Standing in the sky, An Qi Sheng's eyes were peaceful. He felt an immense harmony between heaven, earth, people, and himself. The five energies were gathering at the origin, and the three flowers were gathering at the top. His Dao technique truly had a foundation in the true sense.

At this time, he had many insights. Heaven, earth, people, essence, qi, spirit, the small Taiji of the human body, and the great Taiji of the universe were extremely close at this time.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to glimpse the subtle changes in the world, the flow of spiritual energy, the rise and fall of fortune, and the rise and fall of the great fortune of heaven and earth.

Compared to heaven and earth, everything else was insignificant.

...

Whoosh~

The wind moved in the barren mountains, and the clouds flowed in the long sky.

Chu Yunyang stood on the top of a barren mountain, looking at the Da Shi Holy Land, listening to the faint sounds of worship that were spreading, his expression was also somewhat complicated:

"King Yuanyang, King... A King! But, why didn't I see the legendary heavenly tribulation..."

Chu Yunyang felt emotional and shocked, but also puzzled.

Dongtian has tribulations, and cultivators have disasters, but this was only relative. Advancing to Tongtian was the connection between man and heaven, the first step for cultivators to use the human heart to control celestial phenomena.

According to ancient and modern legends, when one reached this step, the heavens would definitely send down a tribulation.

Even if the Yuanyang Daoist was strong, unparalleled, and the number one in the world, would the heavenly tribulation be afraid of him and not descend?

"Deceiving the Heavens Array, that Yuanyang... King, must be extremely proficient in the Deceiving the Heavens Array, and his methods are unfathomable. We can't even see this formation!"

At this time, Zhao Zhencai, who had been staring at the long sky for a long time without speaking, slowly opened his mouth, with solemnity and amazement.

The status of Dingyuan City in Zhongzhou was not as good as that of the Bashi Imperial Court, but its inheritance was more ancient. It was the holy land of the ancient 'Ding Emperor' inheritance, with many miraculous secret methods.

After staring for a long time, he finally saw some clues, but what surprised him was that the formation seemed to be not outside, but inside.

Did he engrave the formation in his body?

But the formation not only required a formation plate, but also had to respond to the earth veins below and match the heavenly stars above. How did he do it?

"Deceiving the Heavens Array?"

Chu Yunyang was slightly surprised, and then thoughtful: "If it is the Deceiving the Heavens Array, it can indeed deceive the heavenly tribulation for a short time, but where is the formation, is it deceiving the heavens and deceiving people?"

The Deceiving the Heavens Array was still the strongest tribulation avoidance method in the world, and the only formation that could possibly avoid the heavenly tribulation.

There were many sects and holy lands in the world with the inheritance of the Deceiving the Heavens Array, but if he could avoid the heavenly tribulation, how high would his attainments in the Deceiving the Heavens Array have to be?

"I didn't expect that the first Feng Wang powerhouse in the world would come from Dongzhou. Even a figure like the Empress is still unable to break through. That Yuanyang King..."

Zhao Zhen felt a palpitation in his heart.

Since the ancient emperors settled in Zhongzhou, for countless years, Zhongzhou had always been the center of the human race's fortune, and talents emerged in endlessly, rarely being overshadowed by other states.

He had seen the Yuanyang Daoist make a move from afar, and he felt shocked in his heart, but he did not expect that this person could surpass the Empress Chu Mengyao and become the first Feng Wang powerhouse in the world.

To exist in the same era as such an existence is truly despairing...

"My little sister is the most competitive. If she learns that this person is a King..." Hearing Zhao Zhen mention his little sister, Chu Yunyang couldn't help but shudder.

Chu Mengyao was regarded as the most talented person in the Bashi Imperial Court since the Guanglong Supreme, and was given high hopes by countless people, and her own character was extremely strong.

If she learned that this Yuanyang Daoist had reached the Tongtian realm, not only would she not retreat, but she would probably come to his door?

"This person has become a King and also possesses the Da Shi Golden Bell. It is suspected that the Myriad Dharma Dragon Tower has also recognized him as its master. The Empress wouldn't be so unwise, would she?"

Zhao Zhen frowned, but when he thought of the Empress's life deeds, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Brother Zhao, let's go to the Da Shi Holy Land!"

Chu Yunyang gritted his teeth, but decided to meet that 'King Yuanyang'.

Zhao Zhen hesitated slightly, but still nodded: "Alright, we came to Dongzhou to see the heroes of Dongzhou. We must see this person who has become a King!"

No one could take a Feng Wang lightly.

It was just that he had seen the Yuanyang Daoist make a move, his aura was vast and boundless, and yin and yang merged. He should not be too domineering, right?

Hopefully...

...

"Reaching the Heavens and becoming a King, defying the heavens! Everything that Uncle Ancestor predicted has come true! Someone has actually achieved such a feat before the change of heaven?"

Somewhere in the majestic mountains, smoke curled up, and a thunder blade was constantly flipping over it. An unknown beast's meat was dripping with oil, sizzling.

On a large rock, Feng Xinglie sat with his legs spread wide apart, but he also felt the change in the celestial phenomena.

It was just a large rock, but he sat on it with the aura of an emperor's throne. A powerful and domineering aura permeated the mountains and forests, stopping the roars of wild beasts and the chirping of mosquitoes.

The vast mountains fell into a dead silence.

"Yuanyang, King!"

Feng Xinglie's eyes flickered, with a strong fighting spirit: "To be able to step into Tongtian in this world, this kind of talent and aptitude is not inferior to the imperial venerables of ancient times, right?"

The dragon beast's meat had not yet been roasted, but looking at the celestial phenomena in the long sky and the lingering aura, Feng Xinglie was extremely satisfied. He took down the wine pot from his waist and gulped down the fine wine:

"To be able to exist in the same era as such a hero, how lucky am I, Feng Xinglie? God, you have treated me well! Well!"

...

The celestial phenomena of becoming a King enveloped Dongzhou, and even spread to the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, and the endless deserts. How could the gazes it attracted be few?

Not only Chu Yunyang, Zhao Zhen, Feng Xinglie and others, but also many masters walked out of their seclusion.

Some tore through the void, some rode in chariots and spiritual treasures, and some went to Dongzhou through domain gates.

The Kyushu, which was like stagnant water, was completely enlivened today.

While many people wanted to go to Mount Da Shi to pay homage, Qi Cang quietly got up.

He stared at the celestial phenomena in the sky and sighed in his heart: "To exist in the same era as such a person is truly despairing..."

No one in the world's Nine Provinces knew better than him what this day represented.

The Yuanyang Emperor had achieved the Tongtian realm, defied the heavens and become a King, and had become the number one powerhouse in the world in one fell swoop, and this would continue until after the change of heaven, until eight thousand years later!

For ten thousand years, no matter how great the inheritance of the holy land, the rebirth of the tyrant emperor, the second Guanglong, and the talent and aptitude that surpassed the ancient and modern times, they could only be dimmed in front of him.

Just as thousands of years later, when the tyrant emperor Feng Xinglie challenged the Yuanyang Emperor for the third time and was defeated, he sighed, "Since there is Lie, why is there Yang?"

At this moment, the heroes of the world could not yet appreciate the despair and unwillingness of being dominated by the Yuanyang Emperor.

Some even had the thought of waiting for the change of heaven to compete with him.

Truly... sad.

Silently mourning for some people, including himself, for a moment, Qi Cang got up and prepared to stay away from this place of right and wrong.

This time, the various forces went to congratulate Yuanyang on becoming a King, although it was far from being comparable to the grand occasion of 'the Nine Provinces, the Four Seas, the Myriad Races, and the Myriad Spirits all worshiping Yuanyang' in later generations.

But for him, it was also an extremely dangerous thing.

Although he didn't understand why his fortune did not rise but fell after he used the 'Heaven Defying Life Stealing Talisman' on Yuan Duxiu, he knew very well how miserable he would be when his fortune was at its lowest point.

The more places where the wind and clouds gathered, the more he had to stay away, otherwise, he was afraid that he would not live past his previous life...

"Yuanyang, Yuanyang..."

Qi Cang sighed a long sigh and was about to tear through the void and leave. Even though he was already extremely far away from the Da Shi Holy Land, he still wanted to be farther away.

But at this time, his heart suddenly tightened, and a clear and bright voice sounded in his ear:

"You said Yuanyang? Do you know him?"

Qi Cang's eyelids twitched wildly. He slowly turned around, looked up, and saw a ripple in the void thousands of miles away, an heroic young girl in white clothes dressed as a man.

She was stepping out of the void, and her eyes, as bright as stars, were sizing him up, as if she was a little surprised:

"There are quite a few experts in Dongzhou. Are the powerhouses who shatter the void so common?"

Qi Cang's forehead was sweating.

The woman was dressed as a man, and her heroism could not hide her peerless appearance. She was handsome but not weak, and her slender body contained an extremely strong energy.

At this time, she was holding a white bracelet.

"...I..."

Qi Cang suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry.