Chapter 1 You Are Too Deeply Poisoned

"Hoo!"

Within the radiant and majestic masculine blood energy, the most yang and most rigid blood energy reverberated with his sonic waves, shaking tens of thousands of miles of sky.

"Only cultivating the nature, not cultivating the life, makes it difficult for countless kalpas of yin spirits to attain sainthood. Even if you seek a method to prolong your life, allowing you to roam between heaven and earth, you are nothing more than a wandering ghost!"

It sounded like contempt, like a sigh.

From the moment he entered this city, this soul had fallen into his calculations. Even if he seemed to have secret methods to hide and conceal himself, making him elusive, words were an external manifestation of the heart.

If one wanted to know something, it was not without a way.

That Fan Wu Yi resembled a soul, pure to the point that An Qisheng was quite surprised. However, all flesh and blood beings, having lost their physical bodies, ultimately found it difficult to sustain themselves.

Sailing a boat in the sea of bitterness was already extremely difficult; swimming naked was a dead end.

Just as at this moment, An Qisheng could influence him, but he could hardly influence An Qisheng in return.

"Ah!"

Even though he had expected it, Fan Wu Yi let out a low roar upon being impacted by this blood energy, as if scorched.

His figure was like smoke, instantly retreating to the high heavens.

Gongyang Yan and the others looked from afar, only seeing An Qisheng standing in the city, bathed in divine light, with stars seeming to gather within his body. Specks of starlight converged into a sea of rosy clouds.

An extremely powerful blood energy flowed down with his sonic waves, shaking heaven and earth.

Even though it wasn't the first time seeing An Qisheng take action, Gongyang Yan and the others couldn't help but have their breathing stagnate. This extremely rigid aura truly shook people's hearts.

"Golden body?! No, that's not right!"

Within a dazzling sky, Fan Wu Yi was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He could see clearly that this Daoist was clearly cultivating an extremely powerful physical divine power, resembling a Buddhist golden body or a Daoist dharma body.

He had never seen it before, but it was extremely powerful.

His every move seemed to have various gods and demons jointly blessing, pushing, praising, and worshiping him.

What exactly had happened during these tens of thousands of years that he had been imprisoned here?

Boom!

A thought only lasted an instant before Fan Wu Yi let out a long roar, and the ten layers of halo under the pagoda shone brightly.

Dark red light fell like rivers of heaven, wanting to suppress the boiling and surging, sun-like golden blood energy.

Buzz buzz buzz~~~

Heaven and earth trembled, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds.

Under the pressure of An Qisheng's fierce blood energy, Fan Wu Yi didn't hold back at all. A long roar still echoed in the sky.

The rolling dark red light had already become substantial, converging into a dark red pagoda with a thick base and nine layers!

It suppressed An Qisheng, who was surrounded by divine light:

"With just you, you dare talk about sainthood?!"

The Buddhist pagoda was as large as a heavenly spine, spanning this world and being extremely vast. It slowly pressed down, like the sky collapsing.

As it trembled, various images seemed to materialize from the void, manifesting into true forms.

These forms, some with hideous faces, others with solemn appearances, seemed to step down from the floating pagoda the moment they appeared!

"Yakshas, Asuras, Garudas, this, this is… the Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda of the Fan Martial Path!"

Gongyang Yan, who had retreated to the edge, exclaimed in alarm, then his eyes were deeply stung, and he reached out to wipe them, only to find blood.

But while retreating, he absolutely refused to close his eyes, fearing to miss anything.

The Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda was the Fan Martial Path's sect-suppressing immortal art, which had long been lost. Even the current Fan Martial Path only had fragments.

But this immortal art had a great reputation.

Legend has it that this Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda was comprehended by Fan Wu Yi from the dark and was extremely powerful.

At the beginning of the Great Zhou's founding, when Fan Wu Yi was playing chess with the Great Zhou's founding ancestor, he felt something and, across trillions of miles, used only this immortal art to simultaneously fight against eight Yuanshen great cultivators, winning and suppressing them.

This person, is he really Fan Wu Yi, the master of the Fan Martial Path?!

Boom!

Two colors reflected each other, illuminating the long sky.

Fan Wu Yi's figure had already disappeared, only his voice, like wings hanging from the sky, vast and boundless, filled this void:

"Since you've entered my trap, only death awaits!"

Fan Wu Yi was surprised, but only slightly.

Although this Daoist had many strange things about him, he had not sensed the aura of a Dharmakaya. How could a mere Yuanshen defy the heavens in front of him?!

Even if he had lost his previous body's Dao fruit, lost his physical body, and was imprisoned here, his previous body was, after all, a Revered Saint!

His vision was still there. Those who did not enter the Dharmakaya realm, no matter how talented, were definitely not his opponents, let alone this Daoist in front of him, whose cultivation seemed to be inferior to his own.

What did he have to fear?

Buzz!

An incomparably overbearing and terrifying devouring force came from the sky and the earth, spreading all around.

The giant pagoda's devouring power was extremely terrifying. With just one inhale and exhale, everything tangible and intangible had completely disappeared in the direction of the pagoda's mouth.

Dust, airflow, blood energy, spiritual energy, and even the omnipresent light!

Like a black hole, it devoured everything!

"Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda, suppress and kill demons and heretics!"

Gongyang Yan and the others, who had already fled to the farthest reaches of this void, changed their expressions drastically, feeling an indescribable force pressing down on them!

In an instant, magical treasures, dharma robes, and even the hidden power within their bodies were leaving their bodies at an unimaginable speed.

Even their muscles and bones were trembling, almost disintegrating!

The few people's expressions changed drastically. They desperately urged their mana and magical treasures, resisting this huge suction force, but they were still unstoppable.

Before they could even say a word, they were pulled by the terrifying force toward the giant pagoda!

The scenery of the entire city was also destroyed along with it!

Almost at the moment the giant pagoda pressed down, it had already shattered inch by inch and disappeared piece by piece!

A wisp of residual force that had scattered far away was already so terrifying. An Qisheng, who was the first to bear the brunt, had already felt a pressure a thousand times more terrifying than the external force at the moment the giant pagoda pressed down.

His clothes and hair rose at the same time.

"Immortal art, immortal art..."

The void trembled wildly, and under the cover of the boundless devouring power, An Qisheng stared upwards, and in his gaze, various scenes seemed to flow one by one.

At this moment, in his eyes, the pagoda was as if it had been cut into countless pieces.

Beneath its outer appearance, the essence of this 'Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda' unfolded before him.

The method of cultivation in the Earth Immortal Realm was to refine supernatural powers with one's natal essence, imprint supernatural powers with one's golden core, change the soul with various supernatural powers, and sacrifice to the Yuanshen.

The gathering of all methods was a supernatural power.

The great completion of all supernatural powers was an immortal art.

This Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda was naturally no exception. At a glance, one could see the various supernatural powers and countless Daoist techniques contained within it.

As his thoughts moved, the various 'particles' in his body also changed, as if they were rapidly imitating and speculating on the mysteries of this great immortal art.

After several months of sitting quietly in Dragon's Spine Mountain, An Qisheng finally abandoned the 'witchcraft and incantation' methods obtained from the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child and chose to combine the 'Myriad Laws Four Tribulations Heart Saint Art' obtained from Mu Longcheng with the martial arts cultivation methods of this world, embarking on another path.

He devoured all kinds of spiritual energy, gathered all the supernatural powers and immortal arts of this world, to refine this body.

"Entering your trap? You are too deeply poisoned..."

Under the terrifying devouring power, An Qisheng shook his head slightly, feeling a little emotional, and deeply felt the poison of spiritual energy.

Fan Wu Yi was, after all, a Revered Saint, comparable to a celestial immortal in this world. Unfortunately, what if he jumped out of the Three Realms and was no longer within the Five Elements?

Being in heaven and earth, one could not transcend without being a saint.

A lonely soul in the endless sea of spiritual energy was like a drop of rain falling into the vast ocean. How could it protect itself from being affected?

The soul in front of him, although its essence was that of a Revered Saint, was in fact not comparable to the 'divine thoughts' he had seen in the Myriad Yang Realm.

At least the latter would not be so arrogant when seeing him.

What a pity…

As his thoughts flashed and disappeared, An Qisheng's gaze narrowed, and he slowly stood up.

Rumble!

This was originally an extremely small movement, but as he stood up, the void under the pagoda's horizontal pressure also surged, boiled, and wrinkled.

Until An Qisheng stood tall, it was as if a great sun had fallen to this place, and the surrounding void could not bear its weight. Even,

It began to collapse and shatter!

Crack crack crack~

The brilliance in that instant was extremely dazzling. With the void where he was as the center, all the surrounding scenes quickly melted like candles under a blazing fire.

"Hmm?! What is this..."

Above the ten layers of halo, Fan Wu Yi, who was overlooking from the void, suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and his pupils trembled violently.

The blood energy of the person in front of him was extremely powerful, which he had already sensed before, but the feeling brought about by its true burst was completely different.

His perception of this world could be said to be extremely powerful.

At this moment, what he felt far surpassed everyone else present.

He could no longer see the figure of that Daoist.

Under that endlessly vigorous blood energy, he seemed to see a sea of extremely dazzling divine light!

This sea of divine light seemed to be endless, undergoing unimaginable and drastic changes at all times. Every point of light was 'transforming', 'splitting', and 'expanding'.

Those leaping and fluctuating points of light seemed to have various external appearances, sometimes a fire ape sitting quietly, sometimes a water pig roaring, a large bird soaring, a giant fish leaping…

Like beasts and demons.

But then, various divine wonders seemed to appear, with Daoists lying high in the clouds, gods and immortals walking in mountains and rivers, and true dragons soaring into the abyss and crossing the nine heavens…

Like gods and immortals.

In a trance, Fan Wu Yi felt as if he had dreamed back to the ancient times and saw again the desolate era when the gods fought in the wild.

This sea of divine light was extremely similar to the Sea of Chaos that was said to have once nurtured the 'Imperial Heaven Divine Court'!

It contained endless and complex changes in supernatural powers.

In other words, at this moment, the supernatural powers flashing and flowing through the Daoist's body far exceeded his own Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda immortal art!

He even saw his own 'Eight Treasures Floating Pagoda immortal art' within it!

This, how is this possible?!

This immortal art of his was a great immortal art that he had traveled all over the continents and seas to comprehend from the heavens, with extremely powerful might.

He had once used it to fight against giants who possessed the top immortal arts of the Dao Palace and Sumeru Two Holy Lands and not fall into a disadvantage.

Except for the legendary Ten Kings of Supernatural Powers, he considered himself no weaker than any supernatural power.

"Who exactly are you?!"

Fan Wu Yi's mind shook, and he finally felt something was wrong.

But before he could change his mind, a huge sound that resounded through the universe had already exploded completely in this sealed void.

Boom!

Like a river of heaven above the nine heavens heavily pounding the ground at an unbelievably fast speed!

In an instant, the ten layers of halo and the pagoda-shaped divine light that sealed this void had already shattered with a bang!

Rumble!

The earth shook and the sky trembled!

The restrictions sealing the void shattered, and the terrifying shockwaves spread out like a vast ocean, setting off world-destroying surging waves.

They slammed out in all directions!

"Ah!"

In the hurricane-like罡气 (gang qi) that was enough to sever the void, Gongyang Yan and the others spun and flew for tens of thousands of miles like straws, almost spilling all the blood in their bodies.

The few people were terrified and stared in horror.

They only saw that tens of thousands of miles away, in the long sky like a roaring ocean, a five-colored divine palm protruding from the void, at a seemingly slow,

But actually, at an extremely fast speed, it grasped the floating pagoda that was suppressed like a heavenly spine.

In the palm of his hand!

"You?!"