Chapter 1 Undulation

Buzz~

Ripples arose within his vision.

His formless, immaterial mental strength trembled slightly, outlining the human skin scroll within An Qisheng's perspective.

As An Qisheng's mental strength increased, his ability to visualize grew daily.

In an instant, he could already outline other objects in his mind.

Putting himself in the shoes of this expert, he wouldn't leave behind a piece of human skin with nothing on it for no reason. There was definitely something on this human skin scroll.

As his mind moved, the human skin scroll in his vision began to tremble.

"Oh?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he opened his eyes. He saw the human skin scroll wriggling as if it were alive.

Gradually, lines of text emerged:

"Seven hundred years, seven hundred years! Finally, finally someone has discovered me, finally someone has discovered this seat..."

This didn't seem like text that was left behind.

Instead, it was as if something within the human skin scroll was speaking...

Interesting.

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, the text on the human skin scroll changed again:

"Hey kid! Have the Eight Great Weapon Lords appeared in the world yet?"

"Kid?"

The trace of surprise that arose in An Qisheng's heart was suppressed, and he spoke calmly:

"What are you?"

The human skin scroll paused slightly, seemingly unable to understand An Qisheng's reaction. Then, as the human skin scroll wriggled, the text on it changed again:

"I am Da Mo Tian!"

"Da Mo Tian?"

An Qisheng stroked his long beard, his eyes twinkling: "Never heard of it."

"Never heard of it?!"

The text on the human skin scroll became somewhat messy:

"Only seven hundred years, only seven hundred years..."

An Qisheng pinched the increasingly smooth and translucent human skin and said:

"I'm not interested in who you are. I'm more curious about what you are, and what the reason for your existence is..."

A conscious human skin scroll?

How did it retain its consciousness?

Unyielding spirit?

Yuanshen?

Or something else?

"My divine meridian was greatly accomplished. Even if my physical body is destroyed, my will shall live on, immortal and indestructible!"

The text on the human skin scroll was vigorous and powerful, containing a strong will that inspired awe.

"After the spirit reaches a certain level, it can exist even after leaving the physical body? This is somewhat similar to the Yuanshen in the legends of my previous life..."

An Qisheng looked at the human skin scroll thoughtfully.

His spirit was very sensitive, so he naturally knew that it was not the sheepskin scroll that was speaking, but an invisible and intangible spiritual imprint within it.

However, the pure spirit can exist without support.

It should be relying on the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, rather than his spirit truly reaching this level.

However, to be able to survive for seven hundred years after the spirit left the body, this spiritual imprint was naturally extremely powerful.

"Dao Yi Diagram..."

With a thought, An Qisheng communicated with the Dao Yi Diagram deep in his soul:

"Can this human skin scroll be converted into Dao power?"

Buzz~

Deep in his soul, the Dao Yi Diagram trembled slightly, and the light flowed like water:

【Dao power discovered, convert?】

"You! What did you do?!"

Almost at the same time, the text on the human skin scroll became extremely messy, and that consciousness was extremely shocked.

At that moment, it felt endless terror, as if life and death were beyond its control in an instant.

"No."

After looking at the extremely messy words, An Qisheng thought seriously and did not choose to convert the Dao power.

Within the Jiu Floating Realm, the most attractive things to him were naturally the Qi Meridians and the Divine Meridians.

He had fought many Qi Meridian cultivators, and although there were still secrets, he basically understood them. Only the Divine Meridian, until now, he had not met one.

So he could not guess or know.

After all, the vastness of the Jiu Floating Realm far exceeded Xuanxing, and the population was even larger than Xuanxing. It was definitely not easy to meet those experts.

This human skin scroll seemed to be a remnant of a Divine Meridian expert, and it seemed to know about the Eight Great Heavenly Human Divine Weapons. It would be a pity to drain it like this.

"You, what kind of means are those? Who are you?"

After the terror subsided, words immediately appeared on the human skin scroll.

But An Qisheng ignored it, rolled it up casually, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Daoist priest."

Tie Shan strode over, having buried the three men completely.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng took a deep look at a certain mountain forest in the dark night sky and turned to leave.

Tie Shan was thoughtful and quickly followed.

......

Not far from here, in a mountain forest.

A group of people had all fallen into silence.

After a long silence, a hoarse voice finally sounded:

"Xue Chaoyang, his death wasn't in vain..."

Moonlight flowed, and in the scarlet night sky, a thin man stood with his sword in his arms, staring straight at the ruins under the distant night sky, his expression solemn.

Hearing the hoarse voice, he turned to look at another cold middle-aged man in black martial attire and asked:

"Tong Luyang, if it were you, how many moves would it take to kill these three people?"

The middle-aged man in black, Tong Luyang, was silent for a moment before he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Although these three people have only condensed Qi Meridians into the Minor Circulation, if the three of them join forces, unless they fight me to the death without retreating, I cannot kill all three of them."

"You're right. Although there is a difference between the Great and Minor Circulation Qi Meridians, the Qi Meridian is still a Qi Meridian. To kill the three of them so decisively, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba didn't die in vain."

The thin swordsman nodded slightly:

"However, with the strength he has shown this time, it is not enough to be on par with Yun Haitian. Decades ago, Yun Haitian traveled tens of thousands of miles, broke through the defenses of the seven Qi Meridian Innates, killed one of them, seriously injured four, and still had the strength to escape from the hands of the Red Practice Dharma King..."

"Fang Yuhong, what are you trying to say?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly.

"What I mean is, although this person's martial arts are above us, he is not as invincible as Yun Haitian."

Fang Yuhong stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes gleaming:

"Therefore, I think it's better not to rush to close the net. It's better to release the news and use his hand to stir up the martial world and eliminate these restless martial arts experts..."

"You're playing with fire."

Tong Luyang's eyes narrowed, unwilling to agree:

"Although Yun Haitian is extremely strong, his path forward has been cut off, but this person's path forward has not been cut off yet! If he keeps killing martial arts experts, condenses a general trend, and advances to the Divine Meridian in one fell swoop, then we will be helpless!"

"Divine Meridian?"

Fang Yuhong sneered repeatedly:

"This old Daoist is already ninety-three years old this year. There is no such thing as a late bloomer! Even if he possesses the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art, wanting to condense a Divine Meridian with the internal force and true Qi of others is just wishful thinking!"

"The Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art is something from seven hundred years ago. We don't even know if it is the same as those techniques in the Six Prisons Demonic Sect that seize the internal force and true Qi of others... What if it has the ability to purify internal force?"

Tong Luyang was still a little hesitant.

The Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art only appeared briefly seven hundred years ago, and there is not much information about this Demonic Art anymore. But after all, the Spirit-Seizing Shangren had fought against the Weapon Lord, so he must have achieved the Divine Meridian.

"There are many sects in the world, with a population of tens of billions, and experts are as numerous as carps crossing the river. However, there are very few Divine Meridian experts. Although this old Daoist has encountered a fortuitous event, there are not a few things in the world that can compare with the Spirit-Seizing Demonic Art!"

Fang Yuhong's eyes were indifferent:

"How many Divine Meridians are there?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly:

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What a joke!"

Fang Yuhong sneered, with a trace of fear and disdain:

"A person's spirit is like the rising sun in youth, like the sun in the sky in middle age, and like the setting sun in old age! The older you get, the smaller the chance of advancing to the Divine Meridian! Does this old thing, who is about to be buried in the ground, deserve to achieve the Divine Meridian?"

"The Capture God Lord said that you are in charge of this operation, so you have the final say."

Tong Luyang shook his head slightly, temporarily expressing his agreement.

For no other reason than that, with the people led by him and Fang Yuhong, self-preservation was naturally enough, but the chances of capturing and killing the old Daoist priest were not great.

Although they were carrying a trump card, was that old Daoist priest showing all his strength?

......

"These people are really cautious..."

In the night sky, An Qisheng stopped, feeling the aura behind him moving away.

As early as half a month ago, he had discovered the people who were tracking him.

It was just that these people were very cautious, never getting close, always maintaining a safe distance. They walked when he walked, and they stopped when he stopped.

Whenever he showed signs of turning back, they would run away from a distance.

This time, he thought that those people would take the opportunity to attack when Feng Zhenzong and others made their move, but he didn't expect them to still not show up.

"The one tracking us should be Fang Yuhong."

Tie Shan suddenly spoke, with a trace of disgust:

"This Fang Yuhong likes luxury. His home is magnificent, his beautiful wives and concubines are like clouds, and he has dozens of children!"

The Six Doors' six famous constables were all different. Xue Chaoyang was alone, while Fang Yuhong had many wives and concubines.

These two were also regarded as the most difficult people to threaten.

Because Fang Yuhong had dozens of children, almost none of them were left in his mansion. Almost all of them were driven out of the mansion by him, and he didn't care about their life or death.

He was a truly ruthless person.

He was also the most disgusted person.

"Fang Yuhong..."

An Qisheng was thoughtful.

He also knew something about the Six Doors' constables.

This Fang Yuhong was considered the most sinister person among them. He had not killed as many people as Xue Chaoyang, but his reputation was even worse than Xue Chaoyang's.

"This person is good at tracking. Very few of the people he has targeted can escape his tracking."

Tie Shan shook his head slightly.

"If he is good at tracking, let him follow."

An Qisheng smiled, seemingly not caring.

With a thought, he asked:

"I wonder if you have heard of Da Mo Tian..."

Along the way, the human skin scroll that he had been carrying in his sleeve had been restless, wriggling madly, wanting to get his attention.

"Da Mo Tian?"

Tie Shan stopped in his tracks, his expression changing slightly:

"Daoist priest, where did you hear this name?"

"I heard it by chance. Have you heard of this name?"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

Although he had the ability to enter dreams, and had entered Tie Shan's dreams, he had not remembered all of his memories. There was no need for that, and it was meaningless.

After all, a large amount of useless memory was also a burden on the brain.

"I once saw the name Da Mo Tian in the Six Doors' archives..."

Tie Shan fell into thought.