Chapter 1 Unchangeable Past, Unpredictable Future

Perhaps An Qisheng hadn't foreseen Sa Wuling's current fate, and all of this would have come to pass anyway, but now that he had seen it, the future would likewise change.

This was also the reason why the Dao Yi Diagram indicated it was only the current trajectory.

In theory, a person's destiny had countless possibilities, and it would naturally be extremely difficult to truly understand them all.

At least, An Qisheng couldn't reach that point yet, because it included himself.

"Huang Tian..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself.

Involuntarily, he recalled the scene when he entered the dream of the Great Thousand.

A vast, golden sphere of light, engulfing all directions, with the world beneath it a monochrome gray.

Was that Huang Tian?

"Hmm?!"

The moment the thought arose, An Qisheng felt a great terror in his heart. A crisis surged like a tide, almost drowning his mind.

This terror was incredibly fierce, his heart frantically warning him. He immediately composed himself, cut off all thoughts, and instantly sealed off all aura.

Only then did he look out the window.

It was almost dawn, and the sky was about to brighten, but when he looked, the sky was even darker than before dawn, and infinite thunderous energy was brewing.

But in an instant, it dissipated.

But only for a moment. The entire An'nuo County, even the farther-away Qingshui County, and even the entire Liang Province, all those who had received the talisman were awakened.

In the An'nuo County City God's Temple, Pei Yuanhua, who was communicating with Sun Qi, changed his expression and looked up, an infinite terror arising in his heart:

"Divine wrath?!"

On the other side of the incense mirror, Sun Qi's face also changed.

"What happened?"

Sun Qi's heart trembled.

He had seen a similar scene once before, hundreds of years ago, when a grand sacrifice was held in the Netherworld.

In the dark land of the Netherworld.

Within a city shrouded in Yin winds, two beams of light flashed and disappeared, then fell into deeper silence.

'Unthinkable?'

A trace of gloom appeared in An Qisheng's eyes.

If his heart hadn't warned him and he hadn't severed his distracting thoughts, the thunder would have fallen.

The heavens had become sentient.

After this incident, An Qisheng stopped thinking about it and slowly closed his eyes, his mind still and peaceful as water.

Within his body, his Dharma power flowed through his entire body, brewing in every tiny place. Integrating his life's magnetic field, his Dharma power penetrated not only the flesh and skin, but directly reached the cells.

Strengthening his body from the most fundamental level, then nourishing his spirit, and his spirit then drove the transformation of his Dharma power at an even higher speed.

Again and again, the cycle grew stronger.

This was a more efficient method of cultivation. Compared to the ordinary cultivators of this world who tempered their bodies and Dharma power, it was like the contrast between primitive men tilling the land with knives and fire and a new human civilization embarking on interstellar travel.

Having lived two lives and spanned three realms, he had gained not only power, but more importantly, a way of thinking.

The greater the vision, the greater the achievement.

Whoosh~

Strands of Qi diffused, colliding and interacting with the ubiquitous magnetic field of heaven and earth.

The cultivation of the Huang Tian world involved nourishing Qi to receive the talisman, warming and transforming the talisman into one's natal talisman, and using the Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Stars to temper the natal talisman to enter the Dao. Spells transformed into divine powers to become a True Person.

Entering the Dao meant incorporating the Qi of the Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Stars into one's natal talisman.

In essence, this increased the power of the Dharma power to achieve the ability to move mountains and fill seas. However, An Qisheng was not like that. His Qi seed was formed by integrating his own magnetic field. The interaction with the magnetic field of heaven and earth was not to transform himself towards the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

But to influence heaven and earth with his own magnetic field, so that heaven and earth would tend toward him.

In other words, the former was 'I conform to' heaven and earth, while he was heaven and earth 'conforming to' me.

.......

Xiao Feng came to the backyard of the Heavenly Intent Sect's main altar.

In the small courtyard enclosed by a fence, True Person Tianyi lay horizontally on the lawn, gazing at the sea of clouds. Before Xiao Feng could speak, he heard him ask:

"Did you notice the previous heavenly change?"

Xiao Feng nodded solemnly:

"If I'm not mistaken, the origin should be Liang Province."

Naturally, the heavenly change did not instantly cover the entire heaven and earth, but any great cultivator could feel the change in the spiritual mechanism of heaven and earth at that moment.

He had naturally sensed it as well.

"Similar scenes have happened several times in the past years. Although this time the scope of the heavenly change is small and the fluctuation is small, there is no difference in essence."

True Person Tianyi turned over and sat up.

Only then did he see the true face of this generation's national preceptor who had shaken Daqing for a hundred years.

He wore a green Taoist robe, but had no Taoist crown or bun. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, his face was as crystal clear as jade, his eyes seemed to contain the starry sky, and his three strands of long beard moved in the wind.

He had quite a bit of immortal charm.

"Are you talking about the Black and White Impermanence?"

Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched:

"Are they in Liang Province?"

Throughout nearly ten thousand years, the most awe-inspiring beings in the world were undoubtedly the Huang Tian Ten Vicious Ones, but in the last ten thousand years, there were eight more.

Black and White Impermanence were naturally two of them.

Those were supreme beings called Yuanshen, but in reality, they could no longer be described as Yuanshen.

Even he had deep awe in his heart.

"Perhaps they are, perhaps they aren't."

True Person Tianyi was ambiguous, ripples in the depths of his deep eyes:

"Netherworld Master was a peerless genius who spanned the ages and roamed the eight wastes. After that day, although he was gone, the Qi number between heaven and earth was truly chaotic. The heavenly secrets are mixed up, and even if I am proficient in innate number calculation, I cannot pry into too many heavenly secrets..."

"Even you can't pry into them?"

Xiao Feng's face changed.

Among the Yuanshen in the world today, True Person Tianyi may not be one of the people with the deepest cultivation, but he who sits on the Daqing dragon vein is undoubtedly the most powerful person on this land of Daqing.

Even he couldn't pry into it, so Liang Province...

"A century of planning is not about the gains and losses of one province or one place. Your desire for gain and loss is still too heavy. If so, you will never have the hope of surviving the Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation."

True Person Tianyi glanced at Xiao Feng lightly:

"I take the wealth of the world to form the Heavenly Intent Sect, not because I care, but because if I don't take it, these mortals will have no awe in their hearts. But you must know that this magnificent Taoist temple is for others to see, and these three thatched huts are the foundation of the sect!"

Xiao Feng's heart trembled, and he bowed and bowed his head: "You are right."

"However, although the gains and losses of Liang Province are not important, it is wrong and inappropriate to kill my sect's disciples one after another."

True Person Tianyi raised his head slightly, and a strand of hair had fallen, and fell into Xiao Feng's palm between fluttering:

"With a major event imminent, you don't have to go to Liang Province. Send a disciple of the sect to Liang Province, holding this strand of hair to kill one hundred and twenty City Gods slightly to bury my sect's disciples. You cannot kill too many, and you cannot kill too few!"

Xiao Feng respectfully held the strand of hair in both hands, and his waist was deeply bent, as if he could not bear the weight of this strand of hair:

"Yes!"

After Xiao Feng retreated.

True Person Tianyi seemed to have sensed something and shifted his gaze to the sea of clouds. Between the ripples in the void, a rigid and indifferent face seemed to appear.

The face was clearly outlined by the light and shadow of white clouds, but it appeared as dark as iron and stone, and did not smile.

"You want to kill my City Gods?"

At the same time, a majestic voice like a sea of stars enveloped the main altar of the Heavenly Intent Sect like a cloud hanging in the sky.

Xiao Feng had not yet returned to the front hall, and when he heard this voice, he could not help but look up, and his pupils shrank when he saw that face:

"Qin Wuyi!"

Qin Wuyi, a thousand-year-old ghost god, the City God of Daqing Capital, is said to be a little ghost personally enlightened by the former Netherworld Master, and is the number one ghost god in the world under the Eight Lords of the Netherworld.

The number one City God in the Yang world.

"Killing people pays for their lives, this is fair."

True Person Tianyi said calmly, slowly:

"Some lonely ghosts should have been compensated one hundred for one, but this True Person is giving you face, thirty for one, are you still dissatisfied?"

Boom!

It seemed that thunder exploded above the dome, and thousands of miles of clouds and seas surged and shattered, revealing the brilliant golden sun behind them.

Many cultivators in Qingdu City were also alerted.

They all looked up to the sky.

It was extremely rare for the City God to appear in the daytime.

In front of the sparsely populated Capital City God Temple, several constables in black soap-colored clothes stood up abruptly, took two steps forward and kicked over the temple keeper, and took out a plain yellow brocade from their arms:

"Your Majesty has an order, no impudence!"

Roar~

Immediately, a majestic dragon roar suddenly exploded in the hearts of countless people in Qingdu City.

The national destiny shook, and the dragon Qi roared.

"Qin Wuyi, Tianyi..."

At the top of the thirty-three-story Sharira Pagoda of Rulai Monastery, the silent Ruyi Monk slowly raised his eyebrows.

His eyes were light yellow, like golden light contained within.

Vaguely, he could see things that ordinary people could not see.

That was a dragon of Qi that ran across and rooted in the land of Qingdu, winding for who knows how long, its roar soaring into the sky, its power extremely majestic.

That was the gathering of the Qi of hundreds of millions of people in Daqing, the national destiny of a country, condensed by the Dragon Qi.

Unfortunately, at this time, the black Qi faintly radiated on this dragon of Qi.

"Humanity Dragon Qi!"

A muffled groan that only cultivators could hear spread through the sky.

Between the clouds and seas, a rigid face showed anger:

"Tianyi, do you only dare to suppress me with the Humanity Dragon Qi?!"

Humanity Dragon Qi was the Qi of hundreds of millions of people, and it had no great influence on cultivators, but it was different for the Yin Si City Gods who were also rooted in the people.

Incense and Dragon Qi were originally the means left by the Netherworld Master to restrain the Yin Si ghost gods.

In order to prevent the Yin Si ghost gods from raising and enslaving humans for incense.

But at this time, it had also become a means of imprisoning him.

Listening to Qin Wuyi's cold shout, a hint of coldness also appeared on True Person Tianyi's face:

"Do you think this True Person is afraid of you? You're wrong, this True Person is afraid that he can't help but beat you to death!"

True Person Tianyi was angry in his heart.

Before the arrival of Ruyi Monk, he and this Qin Wuyi had been fighting for more than a hundred years. He had been staying in Qingdu City for so long because of this Qin Wuyi.

No one in the world could compare to this Qin Wuyi in the achievements of the City Gods in the divine path of incense.

He was only one step away from cultivating into the Netherworld.

He had long wanted to get rid of such a great threat sleeping next to his bed.

It was just that the Yin Si ghost gods had not yet died out.

Among the Eight Lords of the Netherworld, there were still two who had not completely died. It didn't matter if he killed other City Gods, but this Qin Wuyi was once a little ghost under the seat of the Netherworld Master, and it was hard to say whether it would attract those two lords.

Among the people he least wanted to see before his success, those two were at the top of the list.

"Beat me to death? Tianyi, you're probably not awake yet!"

The clouds and seas rolled, the heavens and the earth roared, and a substantial voice seemed to come from another dimension, truly resounding in the sky above Qingdu City:

"If you kill one City God, I will destroy ten Taoists!"