Chapter 157 Glimpse of the Past

Within his vision, light blazed.

Numerous spiritual imprints flickered like stars in the dim space, one of which shone brightly, its radiance dazzling.

"Tong Zhengyang..."

As An Qisheng's heart stirred slightly, that particular imprint shone even brighter.

His vision zoomed in rapidly, the light filling his entire field of view.

Buzz~

Amidst the intensifying light, that 'star' suddenly shattered.

Endless streams of light and shadow surged like a tide, an inexhaustible river flowing before his eyes.

An Qisheng's mind was far from calm. He had experienced similar scenes countless times, yet each time he was still deeply shaken.

Was he traversing through time and space?

Or was he entering their minds?

What was it that allowed him to awaken such a powerful ability?

As various thoughts flashed through his mind, images flickered past his vision like slides, yet An Qisheng could perceive them all.

Tong Zhengyang sat silently in the mountains under the night sky, his attacks were violent, defeating Potter with a single palm strike. On the beach, he casually killed the two great monks, Shixin Lu and Shixin Wu, with a single palm. On the vast ocean, a small boat drifted with the waves, Tong Zhengyang reading a book on the deck...

One by one, the events that had happened to Tong Zhengyang flowed past as his mind spun.

And as he traced the events of Tong Zhengyang's life, An Qisheng felt his mental energy rapidly depleting.

"Not enough, not enough..."

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

What interested him most about Tong Zhengyang was how exactly he had come to this world.

The first transmigrator he had encountered should have been Wang Honglin, the Grandmaster of Bajiquan, but unfortunately, Wang Honglin had long since passed away, and the spiritual essence within that book remained only within that courtyard, preventing him from seeing further.

But Tong Zhengyang was different. He was a living person, and he hadn't been in this world for long.

As the images flowed past, An Qisheng truly saw Tong Zhengyang's power.

On the coastal plains of Florida, fighter jets screamed overhead, tanks advanced in droves, and artillery rained down, as if to cleanse the earth.

Tong Zhengyang weaved through the hail of bullets, and apart from the occasional shell trailing flames, he was essentially bathing in gunfire!

Machine gun bullets the size of palms poured down like a torrential rain, yet they couldn't pierce his flesh, leaving only white marks on his skin. Even if a bullet were to occasionally enter his body through the huge wound in his chest and abdomen,

It couldn't even injure his internal organs!

What a powerful physique!

Even in this fleeting glimpse, An Qisheng's heart couldn't help but pound.

Finally, the images slowly came to a halt, and the familiar scene from the video given by Jiang Shili appeared in his vision.

It was the Free Port at dusk, and Tong Zhengyang, eyes closed and covered in blood, suddenly appeared above the deep pit where the Statue of Liberty should have stood!

Boom!

But at that moment, An Qisheng felt a darkness before his eyes, as if he had crashed into an invisible barrier!

Whoosh!

Under the night sky, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes, his face instantly losing color, as pale as paper.

"Hmm?"

Tong Zhengyang, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, frowned and glanced at An Qisheng:

"Qi deviation?"

In his perception, An Qisheng's aura had plummeted, as if a blazing fireball had instantly turned into a candle, a stark contrast.

It was very similar to Qi deviation.

"My illness flared up..."

An Qisheng coughed lightly, a look of pain appearing on his face at the right moment:

"This is an old problem of mine, an incurable disease."

"Incurable disease?"

Tong Zhengyang shook his head slightly and ignored him.

Tonight, the Wangquan Sword was extremely active, almost breaking free from his body. Other than appeasing the Wangquan Sword, he had no time to worry about anything else.

The Wangquan Sword was neither iron nor not iron, neither qi nor not qi, formless and intangible. Once it escaped his fleshly prison, even he wouldn't be able to find it.

For the Wangquan Sword, he had worked as a handyman in the Wangquan Dao for forty years, enduring countless humiliations, being hunted down for months, severely injured and near death, and even coming to this spiritless land with no spiritual energy.

If the Wangquan Sword were lost...

"Cough, cough."

An Qisheng pretended to cough a few times, took out a Bigu Pill, mixed it with saliva, and swallowed it.

"All the images stop abruptly when Tong Zhengyang appears..."

An Qisheng's expression was uncertain.

This matter was both good and bad. The good news was that Tong Zhengyang didn't seem to have noticed his prying, unlike Mr. Yangming, but it was also impossible for him to glimpse Tong Zhengyang's life before his transmigration through his ability.

"Perhaps, there are certain conditions that can't be met?"

An Qisheng thought to himself. He still knew very little about his ability.

He felt mentally exhausted, but he didn't force himself. He walked a few steps away, leaned against a large tree, fell asleep instantly, and quickly entered a deep sleep.

With a dangerous person like Tong Zhengyang by his side, as long as he didn't attack, he would be safe.

And if he did attack, unless he could instantly run dozens of miles away, there would be no difference between being prepared or not.

Soon, the sound of even breathing arose.

Hearing this, Tong Zhengyang, who was concentrating, twitched.

And twitched again.

........

In the outskirts of Da Xuan's capital, in a completely sealed office more than a hundred meters underground.

An emergency meeting was being held.

Dozens of people sat facing each other on either side of a long table, each with a serious expression.

Before the long table, on a huge projection screen, was playing the battle that had occurred on the coastal plains of Florida, a scene that seemed straight out of a Golden Eagle Nation blockbuster.

Snap~

At the head of the left side, a dignified middle-aged man stood up, turned off the projection, and scanned his many colleagues with a solemn expression:

"I believe everyone has seen this video that leaked from the Golden Eagle Nation. Whether you believed it before or not, I must now tell everyone that this is real."

The middle-aged man was code-named 'Qinglong' (Azure Dragon), and was the host of this meeting.

The room was silent.

Everyone present was the leader of an action team, responsible for guarding Da Xuan, and could also come into contact with many things that ordinary people couldn't.

Everyone present had seen this video.

"According to reliable sources, this dangerous individual is highly likely to want to sneak into Da Xuan! Before this, he committed a bloody crime in Fusang, with hundreds of people dying at his hands!"

Yinglong (Responding Dragon) leaned on the long table, his eyes cold:

"This mysterious person, suspected to be an alien being, already possesses strength exceeding that of a Seeing God!" (an expert who has perceived the Divine)

"Yinglong, judging from the video alone, it is not surprising that he has surpassed Seeing God! A Seeing God expert's speed is as fast as a galloping horse, able to burst over a hundred meters in less than two seconds, but this person's speed far exceeds that of Seeing God.

The muscle and bone density of a Seeing God expert is very high, but they can only withstand small-caliber handguns, but the person in the video can withstand machine gun bullets!"

On the right side, a tall, white-haired old man lightly tapped the long table:

"A single machine gun bullet from a Golden Eagle Nation fighter jet is enough to tear a lion or tiger in two. The fact that bullets entered that person's internal organs through his wounds without causing bleeding is hard to imagine, something that a physical body could achieve."

This old man was named Baihu (White Tiger), and was the leader of another action team.

"How do we deal with this? We can't deploy the military outside the border."

Someone voiced their doubts.

"The artificial intelligence Yinglong has already deployed military satellites to search for this person's踪迹, and all but four units of Special Team Seven have been dispatched. No matter what that person's purpose is, he must not be allowed to set foot in Da Xuan!"

Yinglong's gaze fell on the young man in the middle of the long table:

"Ya Zi, can you contact Daoist Juechen?"

The young man, code-named Ya Zi, trembled, a look of hesitation flashing across his face before he gritted his teeth and said:

"Reporting to Qinglong, I can contact my teacher, but I am not sure if he will go."

"Just contact him!"

Qinglong waved his hand and looked at a middle-aged man on the other side:

"Qiu Niu, can you contact Grandmaster Xue?"

The middle-aged man stood up and sighed:

"My teacher is old, why bother him? This subordinate is willing to rush to the border and would rather die than let this person enter the country!"

"Hmm?"

Qinglong's expression darkened.

"Alright."

Baihu stood up and waved his hand:

"Protecting our country is the duty of our soldiers. The Grandmaster has been retired for decades, we can't force him."

"Qiu Niu!"

Qinglong looked at the middle-aged man:

"For this mission, you and your subordinates will come with me!"

"Qinglong, you're actually going? It's too dangerous!"

Baihu and everyone else present changed their expressions. They hadn't expected that he would personally go.

Swish~

Qinglong's body straightened up like a spear, his voice like the friction of iron and stone:

"It is my duty, what is danger?"