Chapter 19 Shinto!

Staring at the five Yuanshen imprints, An Qisheng's heart stirred slightly.

Beneath the Heavens, Dao, Buddha, Demon, God, and Ghost, and Yao (demon/monster) are at the forefront. Other paths cannot be compared. These six paths are like six monsters with billions of tentacles, entrenched in the world.

Omnipresent and interconnected, they form a vast net covering the four poles and eight wildernesses of the world.

Compared to the introversion of Dao and Buddha, Shinto is truly prominent. In name, it is the true master of the Heavens.

The Five Emperors of the Divine Court are, in a sense, the gate to the ultimate mysteries of Shinto.

Buzz~~~

In the depths of his heart, the five imprints representing the ultimate mysteries of Shinto emitted a long, lasting鳴(ming) (cry/sound), wriggling and struggling like living things.

They seemed to have sensed the crisis.

Having reached the realm of the Five Emperors, whether relying on external paths or objects, they possessed unimaginable power. Even the scattered aura could give birth to supernatural powers, even intelligence.

Yuanshen immortality and creation without death were not just empty words.

"Unfortunately, you are not the Great自在(zizai) (Free/Sovereign) Demon Lord..."

An Qisheng's mind was calm, letting the five imprints wriggle and struggle. With a single thought, he shattered them completely.

Buzz!

In the next instant, like five celestial rivers bursting their banks, endless information and images poured out like a collapsed galaxy.

Accompanied by fierce and terrifying cries, they spread horizontally and vertically, seemingly wanting to completely burst this boundless sea of stars in his heart!

"Ah!"

Lan Ling Tong cried out strangely, and had just stepped into the sea of his heart when he fled out as if electrocuted.

But in an instant, his eyes lit up and he rushed back like a ravenous dog, plunging fiercely into the torrent of information.

"Five Emperors Divine Court, Huang Tian Shinto (Heavenly Shinto)......."

An Qisheng paid no attention to Lan Ling Tong's actions, not even glancing at him. He muttered in his heart, raising his divine intent to the extreme.

He used the Dao Yi (Tao One) supernatural power 'Entering Dream', which he had cultivated for many years but rarely used.

"Entering Dream of the Great Thousand, the Great Thousand Dreams of Me!"

Whoosh!

The sea of his heart calmed, and everything froze.

Then, under An Qisheng's gaze, everything in his vision shattered into countless fragments, as if a lake's surface had been broken by a meteor.

But in an instant, endless fragments surrounded An Qisheng's divine intent, reassembling again.

An Qisheng watched calmly.

He felt endless information flashing past on both sides, as if traveling through time and space. He looked up and, in a daze, seemed to see that long, endless river of time.

The endless Dao lines that ran through everything, and the majestic figure that stood at the highest point, seemingly comparable to the size of the heavens and earth, whose full appearance was difficult to see.

Unlike the first time he glimpsed the river of time, he was no longer in the river, but on the endless Dao lines that ran through everything.

Along these Dao lines, already structured throughout ancient and modern times, he walked toward the distant, most ancient past.

"This is......"

Gazing from here, he saw that at the end of the Dao lines, or rather, at the end of where these Dao lines could extend.

It was an boundless chaotic world.

The world was in chaos, without any sound or light. Everything in ordinary human perception did not exist. The only thing that existed was the ancient chaotic land.

It was the chaos that nurtured all the heavens and earth!

A thought suddenly arose in An Qisheng's heart: "Is this before the birth of the Huang Tian Realm?"

As the thought arose and fell, it added to his solemnity.

Had the Huang Tian Six Sages' control over this world reached such a point?

The change of order was never easy, be it a mortal dynasty, a cultivator's imperial dynasty, or an imperial court governing all the worlds.

However, he had not expected that the Huang Tian Six Sages' control over heaven and earth had reached from the most ancient to the future.

"No! That Dao line......."

An Qisheng's heart shook, and he discovered something different.

The Dao line extended to the end, but it was no longer the Dao line of the Six Sages, but a Dao line independent of the Six Sages and Six Paths, one he had never seen before, yet was incomparably familiar with.

It was, Spiritual Opportunity (Lingji)!

The source of the 'Dao' that structured the heavens and earth from beginning to end, and gave rise to the Six Paths!

"The source of Lingji!"

The moment enlightenment arose, An Qisheng's heart suddenly shook, and he heard an indescribable, infinitely large, terrifying explosion!

Terror!

Infinite terror!

At this moment, even with An Qisheng's current realm of cultivation, he could not help but feel a trace of indescribable, imperceptible great terror.

In a daze, he felt as if his body and spirit would be destroyed in the next instant.

Rumble!

It was a collision of terror beyond imagination.

The ultimate terrifying collision silently spread in the chaos, setting off a terrifying tidal wave, which truly exploded in An Qisheng's heart.

In this instant, he saw the end of the Dao line.

The true origin of the derivation of all Daos!

It was an unimaginable, even indescribable, terrifying existence.

He fell from infinite heights with a terrifying blade of light, seemingly due to intense pain.

He looked up to the sky and let out a earth-shattering roar of shock and anger. The roar exploded in the chaos, and as the Dao rhythm flowed,

Various natural laws intertwined, and the prototype of a world as large as the limits of divine perception was created in this shocking roar.

One roar, creating a world and destroying the world?

An Qisheng's divine intent stagnated. In this instant, it seemed that even thoughts could not turn. In fact, his thoughts were running and analyzing at an unprecedented speed.

Finally, as the imprints of the Five Emperors burned out and all the images dissipated, he finally analyzed a corner of the information contained in that shocking roar.

Whoosh!

Under the old tree, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices, dripping to the ground uncontrollably.

His aura was like a candle flame blown by a strong wind, suddenly reaching its lowest point.

But he seemed unaware, his mind entirely focused on this roar, vaguely sensing that this roar contained unimaginable things.

But......

After a long, long time, An Qisheng swayed, came back to his senses, wiped away the waste blood flowing from his seven orifices, and gently rubbed his brow:

"What is not two?"

......

Six great suns hung high above the sea of clouds, overlooking the earth and shining upon the world.

It was the hottest time of midday in midsummer. Although Yufeng City was located on the coast, it was still extremely hot. Except for a few soldiers guarding the city gate with their heads drooping,

Only a few merchants from afar entered the city under the scorching sun.

"Hiss!"

A horse's whinny rang out, and several soldiers immediately came back to their senses. When they turned their heads, they saw a wooden-faced youth leading an exceptionally handsome horse slowly out of the city gate.

"Second Master!"

Several soldiers stood up straight and looked at the young man on the horse, whose divine appearance was handsome and unlike that of mortals, trembling.

These two people and one horse had arrived in Yufeng City a few days ago. At that time, several people had the idea of ​​asking for some money, but the result was......

"A small punishment as a warning. If you commit the crime again in the future, the animals in the city will be your fate tomorrow."

Yang Jian glanced at the soldiers indifferently.

The soldiers immediately knelt down and kowtowed as if they had been pardoned, almost crying with joy: "Thank you, thank you Second Master, we dare not do it again......"

"Alas."

Looking at the kowtowing soldiers, Qiao Damo sighed in his heart.

The human nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong is more difficult to move than a mountain.

"Hiss!"

The dragon horse kicked and roared, extremely dissatisfied, but it couldn't resist Qiao Damo leading it himself. Helpless, it reluctantly carried Yang Jian out of the city gate and walked towards the seaside.

"For these people, words have always been the lowest method and are mostly futile."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly as he glanced at the taciturn Qiao Damo. His nephew was really too stubborn.

"I do not reject fists and supernatural powers, but supernatural powers can hardly change people's hearts. Can Martial Uncle's methods restrain them for a while, or for a lifetime?"

Qiao Damo shook his head.

He did not reject supernatural powers. He himself cultivated supernatural powers, but if everyone used fists and supernatural powers to solve everything, what would be the difference between him and these people?

It was nothing more than changing power to supernatural powers.

"What's wrong with that?"

Yang Jian smiled: "Not to mention a lifetime, even countless lifetimes are possible. However, human nature is like this, and even you and I may not be able to transcend it."

"Martial Uncle......is right......"

Qiao Damo wanted to refute, but he still nodded with a wry smile.

From Youzhou to Haizhou, from Shouyang Mountain to Yufeng Mountain, he should have learned to be good.

"However, human disasters are mostly here."

Looking back at Yufeng City, Haizhou, Nantian Dao......the Great Zhou world, Qiao Damo murmured in his heart, and he didn't know how many emotions surged.

Great Zhou was vast. Even though the Dragon Horse was not slow, he had been walking and stopping along the way, searching for sects and loose cultivators. To this day, several hundreds of years had passed.

In hundreds of years, he had seen too many people and things.

Now that the new law had been in effect for hundreds of years, demonic disasters had long disappeared. The days when one could not go out after dark seemed to have gone far away. Even in this remote seaside, few people remembered it.

However, human disasters did not seem to have decreased: power, status, money...... Even couples often thought about dividing themselves into high and low.

This made Qiao Damo unable to figure it out until now.

"Forget it, forget it, think as you like. If you can really figure out something from these mortal ghosts and human hearts, Martial Uncle will admire you a little!"

Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything more.

After hundreds of years of walking along the way, he had deeply understood how stubborn his nephew was.

"They all say Dao Gate, Sumeru Two Holy Lands, Zhou Liang Yuhua Three Divine Dynasties....."

Before Qiao Damo could speak, Yang Jian casually patted the horse's head, pointed to where the humid sea breeze was coming from, and said, "Dao Gate is in Dongsheng, Sumeru is in Xihé, which one do you choose to go to?"

"Dao Gate, Sumeru......"

Qiao Damo chewed these words in his mouth, sensed the trembling of the '卍(wan)' (Swastika) Buddha imprint in his heart, and slowly opened his mouth:

"They all say Sumeru is the highest.......”