Who dares to disagree?

The four of them, including the Confucian and Daoist, gritted their teeth, feeling aggrieved and regretful.

They knew that once they agreed, there would be no turning back. With the means of this Yuanshen Great Zhenren, it would be too easy to restrain them.

"I am not a domineering person..."

An Qisheng looked at the four of them indifferently, his eyes deep, as if he could see through people's hearts:

"This path may be difficult, but once completed, there will naturally be benefits for you..."

"To be able to serve the Zhenren is a blessing in this little girl's three lifetimes, how dare I have too many demands?"

Things had come to this, and they naturally had no other choice. Huang Qing'er even bowed, seemingly accepting the reality, which made the Confucian and Daoist a little surprised.

They hurriedly agreed.

But even though it was settled, they still had many other thoughts in their hearts.

They just didn't believe there would be any benefits...

The four of them had their own thoughts, but An Qisheng didn't pay much attention to them. He reached out and gently pinched in the void.

Buzz~

Visible streamers of light flowed from all directions, flowing between his fingers, turning into a small candlestick.

"If there are difficulties on this trip, you can light this candlestick..."

The Divine Descent to the Mortal World Dao passed down by the Youming Fuju (Netherworld Monarch) is different from ordinary cultivation methods. Although it also has the saying of 'receiving the talisman,' the most important thing is the 'relying' or medium for inviting gods.

Only by relying on this medium can one invite the gods to descend.

Buzz~

Holding the candlestick, Lian Sheng Daoist was slightly dazed, as if a lot of information flowed into his mind. After a long while, he lowered his head with awe and admiration:

"I will not fail in my mission..."

There was no excessive explanation. The youngest of the five, the White Lotus Daoist, was over sixty years old, so there was no need for too much instruction.

It was only when they walked out of the Tianyi Sect's main altar that the four of them still felt a little uneasy.

That white-robed Zhenren didn't seem to leave any backup to restrain them, but they wouldn't think there wasn't any. It was just that his methods exceeded their perception limit.

"Teacher, this conferring of gods..."

After the others left, Sa Wuling, who had been holding back a bellyful of doubts, couldn't help but speak.

He had heard that his teacher had taken many city gods for his own use, allowing them to guard the mountains and rivers, but wasn't that just for setting up a formation?

What did it have to do with the conferring of gods?

"Now is not the time for you to know."

An Qisheng replied lightly and waved his hand, telling them to leave.

Full of doubts, Sa Wuling could only take his leave.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

With the departure of many people, the backyard of the Tianyi Sect suddenly became quiet, with only a slightly cold breeze blowing, raising the long hair at An Qisheng's temples.

Alone in it, he raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes deep.

Since his mind had been stimulated, his feelings were even deeper. He could vaguely feel an invisible crisis coming.

This crisis was like the night sky, with endless darkness shrouding his mind.

This crisis came from beyond the heavens.

This was Huang Tian.

"Heaven..."

An Qisheng took a deep breath.

He had never faced such an invisible and intangible enemy that he couldn't find a possibility of victory.

Invisible and intangible, unknowable in its location, unknowable in its whereabouts, unknowable in its strength, unknowable in its weakness, how could he fight?

Everything he was doing at this time was just the most promising path in his deduction.

Conferring gods to replace heaven.

Whether it succeeded or not, he had no confidence in his heart at this time.

Whoosh~

Retracting his gaze and cutting off the thousands of thoughts in his mind, An Qisheng flipped his palm and took out the ancient altar that was as high as five stars.

The Exchange Balance, or the Wish-Granting Altar.

This altar had many mysteries, but its exploitation was too ruthless.

An Qisheng believed that what he paid and what the other side of the balance paid must be equal, but when exchanged, it was already less than one in a hundred.

This altar was equivalent to eating ninety-nine percent from both ends of the balance...

Even the most inhumane capitalists on Xuan Xing could not compare to the ugly appearance of this balance.

"Ah!"

Along with the appearance of the altar was a subtle but sharp scream.

"Ah!!!"

On the altar, many blood-red and tiny chains tightly bound half of a White Bone Human Devil (Bai Gu Ren Mo) that had been compressed to the size of a palm, constantly emitting screams.

It seemed to be enduring inhuman and immense pain.

The endurance of a Yuanshen was astonishing. Even the cruelest torture in the mortal world could be endured calmly by a Yuanshen, but at this time, Yixie Zhenren (Deviant Evil True Man) could not help but scream.

It was evident how much pressure he was enduring.

"We are both cultivators. Even if you want to kill me, just kill me. Why torture me like this?!"

Two ghost fires flickered faintly, and Yixie Zhenren's hoarse and evil moans spread out.

"Yixie's Seventy-Two Great Methods are all extremely evil. There is skinning and cramping, soul extraction and soul refining, collecting Zihe carts, and taking unborn children... The pain they endure will not be less than yours.

At least, you still have the room to roar. To whom can their despair and pain be told?"

An Qisheng's eyes were calm and his expression unchanged.

Buddhism and Taoism may not have much humanity, but evil ways are bound to be inhuman. Yixie Daoist's methods were the cruelest he had ever seen in his life.

The Wu family in Wuzhou used corpses to refine soul-controlling insects, but they still had to go around in circles, but Yixie Dao would never pay attention to these.

Seven Emotions Evil Ghosts, Extremely Evil Wood Demons, Five Yin Skeleton Demons, Corpse Drought Demons, and so on, were all cultivated only under the nourishment of countless essences, blood, and souls.

"Ha, haha! Who do you think you are? Youming Fuju, or a savior? You are just a hypocrite with grandiose words. I killed them, but you still have to find excuses. How ridiculous, how ridiculous!"

Yixie Daoist endured the powerful pain and gave a mocking sneer:

"Who in this world doesn't eat people? Who can say anything about anyone?! Even that Youming Fuju still has times when he slaughters cities. Have you never wantonly killed innocent people and bullied the weak in your life?"

Whoosh whoosh~~~

As Yixie Daoist spoke, Yin winds seemed to be howling around the Tianyi Sect, and there were even faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. It was as if with the sound of his voice, a hundred ghosts would be walking in broad daylight!

In places invisible to the naked eye, centered on himself, the endless Yin evil resentment of the entire Qingdu City was about to spurt out from the ground.

"Might makes right, might makes the Dao, you're right."

Regardless of Yixie Daoist's sneers and howls, An Qisheng's expression did not change at all. He looked down with indifferent eyes, watching the Yin evil gather and gradually grow a lower body for Yixie Daoist:

"Since that's the case, now that I am strong, naturally I am right!"

Whoosh~

Before he could finish his words, Yixie Daoist's heart jumped wildly again: "You, what are you going to do... Ah!"

Before he could finish half a sentence, the red light on the altar surged like a guillotine, cutting him in half.

The lower body that had just grown out, along with the slightly recovered lower body, was swallowed by the altar again.

After nearly two years, under the nourishment of Yin evil Qi, Yixie Daoist's White Bone Human Devil body had recovered somewhat.

It could barely be exchanged once more.

"Sufficient sacrifice... Exchange."

In a low murmur, the red light on the ancient altar rose again, and an invisible ripple submerged into the depths of the void.

In an instant, Yixie Daoist's screams had not yet landed.

A talisman with purple streamers had already fallen and was held in An Qisheng's palm.

The time since obtaining this altar had not been short, and An Qisheng had figured out many uses for it.

He also had a general understanding of how this altar judged the value of objects. It was mainly based on practicality. Gongfa (cultivation methods) were the most expensive, Danfang (pill formulas) were second, and the methods for refining magic treasures were next.

The cheapest were some talismans or talisman treasures that could only be used once.

Buzz~

A streamer seemed to flash in An Qisheng's eyes.

[Land God Conferment from the Chiyun Great World. Obtaining it allows one to become a Land God of three chi and one di (a small plot of land) in the Chiyun Great World...]

[Note: This conferment has a time limit of only three days. After that, the divine position will be lost (only valid in the Chiyun Great World)]

What is trash?

This talisman perfectly诠释 (quánshì - explained) this word.

Three chi of land, a three-day time limit, and only valid in the Chiyun Great World.

It was conceivable that for anyone, this was absolute trash.

If it were someone else, such as Yixie Zhenren, who exchanged half a Yuanshen skeleton for such a waste product, they would probably be so angry that their eyes would turn black.

But trash, at a specific time and place, also has its value.

For example, at this time, in this world, for An Qisheng, the role of this talisman was much more valuable than any Gongfa.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng turned his palm to put away the altar and Yixie Daoist, whose screams were gradually diminishing, and spread out the talisman in front of him.

The two words 'conferring gods' were easy to say, but it was by no means easy to do.

Creating a complete divine system from scratch was by no means something ordinary people could do.

An Qisheng at this time could not do it either.

He did not know where the Youming Fuju obtained the complete Yin Si (Netherworld) city god system, but it was obviously based on something.

Naturally, he was not just talking big.

In fact, this conferment talisman was not his first. Yixie Daoist's Corpse Drought Demon had also been exchanged for similar things long ago for research and deduction.

Otherwise, how could he have convinced Lian Sheng Laodao (Old Daoist)?

This old swindler who had been dealing with Yin Si ghosts and gods all his life was not easy to fool...

"Land, mountain god, river god, dragon king, night patrol, day patrol..."

An Qisheng murmured slightly.

Unintentionally, he thought of his previous life again.

He had lived two lives and traveled through three realms. His experience was already very rich. The proportion of his previous life's memories in his overall memory was not high, but at his level, there would naturally be no slightest ambiguity.

In his previous life, the Earth Star seemed to have similar myths and legends.

No, not only Earth Star, but also Xuan Xing seemed to have them...

Was that a myth system compiled by the ancients, or a myth brought by 'transcendents'?

Or was it a legend that had spread from other Great Worlds?

With thoughts swirling in his mind, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and entered his own dream.

How easy was it to comprehend a divine system that was completely different from this world and had never appeared before?

This talisman was hard-won, and deduction was difficult.

If it weren't for the method of entering dreams, even if all the cultivators in the world were sacrificed, it would probably not be enough.

.......

The sun set in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled millions of broken gold through the sky of clouds and mist.

Qingdu City in the twilight seemed to have escaped from the panic of the day and gradually returned to its liveliness, but compared to usual, the flow of people was still much smaller.

Only the roadside vendors seemed to have opened their doors without exception.

But when one was truly in it, one could still feel the panic in their hearts, which could be seen from their occasional raised heads.

Lingering fear, but it could not withstand the pressure of life.

Natural disasters might not kill people, but poverty would.

Qingdu City was infinitely prosperous and rare in the world. Living in it was naturally not easy.

"Sigh..."

Sa Wuling touched the bald scalp inside his cloak, feeling a little troubled.

Some things were not noticed when they were there, but when they were gone, they were not comfortable no matter what. Hair was the same. Before receiving the talisman, he disliked the trouble of washing it. Now, if he could touch a single strand, he would probably be happy for half a day.

"It's just a little hair, what's the big deal?"

Having recovered a little, Yan Xiake, also covered in a cloak, was very optimistic. He had lost not only his hair, but even that thing.

What was the big deal?

He didn't care about such a trivial matter.

"Yan Daxia (Great Hero), can your body still hold on?"

Sa Wuling couldn't help but worry.

Yan Xiake was in very poor condition at this time. Although this skeleton had the ability to recover by swallowing the Qi of mountains and rivers, it still took time.

At this time, Yan Xiake was almost falling apart. Every step he took made a 'creak' sound, as if he would disintegrate at any time, so he couldn't help but worry.

"It's nothing serious."

Yan Xiake said, stopping and halting his steps.

Here was the entrance to a long street. In front of him was an old tree whose leaves had all fallen. From here, he could see the end of the long street, a city god temple that was sealed tightly.

That was the Capital City God Temple.

Inside, enshrined was Qin Wuyi, the little ghost under the Youming Fuju in the past, and now the number one Capital City God in the world.

"It's a pity that the old city god protected Qingdu for more than a thousand years, and ended up in such a state..."

Looking at the sparsely populated, incense-extinguished city god temple, which was blocked by seals, Yan Xiake felt a little黯然 (ànrán - gloomy).

There were many city gods who did nothing in the world, and many city gods who deceived the people, and there were even city gods who bullied the good and feared the evil, but Qin Wuyi was naturally not among them.

The reason why Qingdu City became the number one majestic city in the world was not only because it was the capital of the Daqing Dynasty, but because it was a truly safe place without妖鬼 (yāoguǐ - demons and ghosts) before.

Too bad........

"Ungrateful..."

Sa Wuling also shook his head.

The two walked through the sparsely populated long street. As the Tianyi Sect declined, this city god temple was no longer guarded by Daoists. Instead, there were many government officials in Zaojia uniforms who did not know what had happened.

Seeing Sa Wuling and the two others, they were about to attack, but they were fixed by Sa Wuling with a wave of his hand.

After that, the two tore off the seals on the door and walls and walked into the city god temple.

Whoosh whoosh~

The cold wind blew through the snow, and the city god temple was particularly desolate. Dust was everywhere, the incense burner had long been extinguished, and there was a faint stench.

"Ungrateful!"

Yan Xiake's body shook violently.

This was糞便 (fènbiàn - feces), using feces to insult the gods!

Creak~

As the two walked into the courtyard, the seals on the temple gate also fell off, and the gate slowly opened.

The two raised their eyebrows to look, and in the darkness in the door, a gaze lit up.