Chapter 1 Divine Weapon

Divine weapons are not merely weapons, they embody divine intent, martial arts, inheritance, the Dao, and even incarnations.

Divine weapons are formless, not for the sake of changing into various weapons for display, but because the formless gives rise to the formed. Only a formless weapon can unleash the full potential of all martial arts!

A fist is a spear, a sword, a freehand strike, and can be everything!

As the Qi of thousands upon thousands of energies converged with the aura of all the swords and weapons in the world borrowed by An Qisheng, the Dao Sword finally erupted, displaying the Bagua Furnace, and accommodating all eight Celestial God Weapons within!

Rumble!

The Bagua Furnace, woven from the intermingling Qi of the Great Dao, tumbled within the sea of thunderclouds. Streaks of lightning, like swallows returning to their nest, struck down one after another, bursting with brilliant electric serpents and sparks that scattered down like rain.

Within the Bagua Furnace, the divine weapons seethed and clashed, the roars of tigers and the cries of dragons incessant.

Outside was the rolling thunder, inside was the counterattack of the divine weapons.

The Bagua Furnace rumbled and shook, emitting deafening sounds of collision.

The newly formed Kingly Authority Sword could never suppress the eight Celestial God Weapons by force alone, but at this moment, although the Bagua Furnace shook more and more violently within the rolling sea of thunder, it remained intact!

The internal and external bombardment, under the interaction of Qi, maintained a delicate balance.

Boom!

Rumble!

The rolling sound waves, accompanied by the thunderous explosions of thousands of lightning strikes, cascaded down, mighty and vast like ten thousand fierce beasts trampling through the void, reaching the four directions and eight wildernesses, and resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

The Bagua Furnace that suddenly appeared in the sky suppressed the eight Celestial God Weapons!

Outside Kingly Authority Mountain, in South Liang City, and even among the many martial arts experts in Ronghua Prefecture, all were stunned, staring intently at the Bagua Furnace in the thunderous sky.

They could not yet guess what An Qisheng intended to do.

However, they could still see that An Qisheng had gained the upper hand in this battle!

To fight eight with a newly forged divine weapon, and still gain the upper hand, was an unbelievable feat.

"A Celestial! After ten thousand years, a Celestial has finally been born in this world!"

"What virtue or ability do we possess to be fortunate enough to coexist in the same era as a Celestial! Glorious is Daoist Kingly Authority, glorious is the Kingly Authority Dao!"

"Celestial, Celestial!"

Countless martial artists seethed with excitement, looking at this scene in the sky, their faces filled with fanatical excitement.

If there was anything in this world more attractive to martial artists than Celestial God Weapons, it would undoubtedly be Celestials!

Celestials were the dream of countless martial artists throughout the ages!

At this moment, no one saw An Qisheng, and they could not see clearly what was happening in the thunderous sky, but the fanaticism and excitement in their hearts far exceeded anything in the past!

Especially the younger generation of experts, who had grown up listening to the legends of An Qisheng since childhood, were even more shaken and could not control themselves.

"The aura of the Sun-Piercing Bow has been completely locked within..."

Somewhere in Feng Prefecture, Cang Liu stood with his bow, sighing and lowering the dim and colorless longbow in his hand.

Unlike other Celestial God Weapons, the divine might of the Sun-Piercing Bow lay not in the bow, but in the arrow.

The reason it was called the most powerful weapon among the divine weapons was because once the arrow was shot, it was the most ferocious strike.

And trapped within, the Sun-Piercing Bow naturally lost its essence.

"The Great Dragon Banner."

Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then laughed loudly and stepped away:

"The rise and fall of fate, so it is! To gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my destiny! The matter is over, it is better to return, it is better to return!"

His faint voice drifted in the wind and sand.

Zhao Tianfeng extinguished the idea of seeking out An Qisheng, and his figure flickered a few times before disappearing at the end of the horizon.

Among the weapon masters of this generation, some roamed the world, some founded sects, and some rebuilt mountain gates, but he alone had never stepped out of Mo Prefecture in fifty years.

He had no intention of vying for hegemony, nor did he have any desire to achieve the Dao.

His only obsession was to stand before that Daoist Kingly Authority, but now it seemed unnecessary.

It was better to return.

"Using Celestial God Weapons and boundless thunder and fire to forge divine weapons, Daoist Kingly Authority is indeed a grand strategist!"

Within the Moon Worship Mountain Manor, Real Man Bai Yue looked at the sky from afar, his expression solemn.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that after today, the greatest change in the world was about to come.

Kingly Authority Dao would become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiu Fu Realm, without any dispute.

Above the many great sects and the royal courts of various kingdoms, there would be a new behemoth, and anyone who wanted to resist would be reduced to powder, whether they were ordinary people or Divine Meridian Grandmasters.

At the same time, he had a more terrifying thought in his heart.

'That Daoist Kingly Authority has trapped all the Celestial God Weapons, if...'

The thought flashed through his mind, and Real Man Bai Yue shook his head again.

Suppressing Celestial God Weapons and refining Celestial God Weapons were not the same concept. Divine weapons were united with the great fortune of heaven and earth. To refine them all, one would have to contend with the martial arts of the eight Celestials with one's own strength!

Even if Daoist Kingly Authority achieved Celestial status, he might not be able to do it.

Or rather, there was no need at all.

After today, Celestial God Weapons would be hidden, and there would be no rivals to Kingly Authority Dao in the world. It would not be wise to forcibly refine Celestial God Weapons even if it meant defying the great fortune of heaven and earth.

"Amazing, he actually managed to accomplish such a thing!"

Within the Great Dragon Gate, Yan Kuangtu exclaimed in admiration.

He knew more than Real Man Bai Yue, because he had been involved in the forging of the Kingly Authority Sword. Not only him, but also Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, and the many great monks of Emperor Awakening Temple had participated.

But even though he greatly admired An Qisheng, Yan Kuangtu did not think that this matter could be accomplished. After all, those were Celestial God Weapons.

Even now, his heart was filled with disbelief.

Whoosh~

On the towering bell tower of the True Gang Dao mountain gate, Tie Shan sat cross-legged, chanting the Dao song.

In the instant that the Bagua Furnace formed, his expression suddenly became excited, his heart surging, and he could not restrain himself.

In fifty years, under An Qisheng's guidance and with the vast resources of Kingly Authority Dao, he had cultivated the Divine Meridian that he had never dared to imagine. However, even the joy of achieving the Divine Meridian could not compare to this moment.

He looked up at the sky, murmuring in his heart: "Kingly Authority Sword, Kingly Authority Sword..."

He could never forget the words that An Qisheng had calmly said when he saw him, lost and dejected, at the foot of Tianyu Peak.

Hang a Kingly Authority Sword over the heads of all the kings in this world!

For this sentence, he had not relaxed for a moment in sixty years, all for this day.

Above the sky, thunderclouds rolled, and countless lightning serpents struck the Bagua Furnace, the sound of divine weapons clashing and swords and blades ringing incessantly.

Countless people in the world were shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, and frightened.

On the peak of Kingly Authority Mountain, Li Ling knelt nervously beside An Qisheng, at a loss.

There were few things in this world that could make a weapon master at a loss, but at this moment, Li Ling had encountered one.

"Dao Master..."

Feeling the almost imperceptible vitality on An Qisheng's body, and the aura of decay and decline, her heart was filled with worry.

In the past fifty years, she had been able to grow from a small thief to her current position thanks to An Qisheng's guidance.

Not to mention anything else, if he had not given her the Dragon King Armor, how could she have become a weapon master?

Seeing him in such a state at this moment, her heart was naturally filled with fear and worry.

"Daoist Priest!"

A cry of surprise.

Gui Xiaoer, who had just helped Huangfu to the back mountain, changed his expression drastically, let go of the former, and stepped forward.

But he was blocked by Li Ling three zhang away.

Huangfu lost his footing and almost fell. He was about to scold Gui Xiaoer, but when he saw An Qisheng's appearance, his heart also jumped:

"Daoist Priest?"

His heart thumped, and he also stepped forward.

Looking at An Qisheng's white hair, hunched body, and the worry on his face, he said, "This, a deficiency of both Qi and blood, a great injury to the divine intent, how could it be like this, how could it be like this?"

He paced back and forth, his expression constantly changing.

With his decades of experience as the director of the Imperial Observatory, his vision was extremely broad, and he could naturally see An Qisheng's state at this time.

At this time, his Qi, blood, and spirit had all fallen to the bottom, almost like a lamp that had run out of oil.

He did not know how it had come to this, but he knew that it must be related to the collision in the sky at this moment.

Sure enough, even for the Daoist Priest, suppressing the eight Celestial God Weapons was not so easy.

"Lord Huang, what should we do?"

Li Ling's face was filled with worry.

"There's nothing we can do."

Meeting Li Ling and Gui Xiaoer's gazes, Huangfu shook his head slightly.

How strong was An Qisheng's physique? Even a cold dragon could not compare to him. How could he treat such a physique?

Not to mention him, even if all the doctors from ancient times were brought here, it would be of no avail.

"We can only wait."

Gui Xiaoer's expression was solemn, and he glanced at Huangfu and Li Ling before cupping his hands and saying:

"I'll go on guard. At this time, we must not let anyone know the Daoist Priest's state..."

With that, Gui Xiaoer was about to retreat.

At this moment, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "There's no need, I'm fine."

His eyes were still deep, and his voice did not sound old.

"Dao Master!"

"Daoist Priest! Are you alright?"

Seeing him speak, Huangfu and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle had not yet ended. If An Qisheng lost, it was hard to say whether the Celestial God Weapons would fall and completely destroy Kingly Authority Mountain.

Although his state at this time was shocking, if he said he was fine, then he must be fine.

For sixty years, he had always been omnipotent, able to accomplish all the impossible things in the world.

"It's nothing."

An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, his neck emitting the groaning sound of an old machine.

Possessing the Dream Entering Technique and planning for fifty years, it would be underestimating him if he still had to go through a near-death experience.

Decades ago, he had achieved the Five Qi Gathering at the Origin and had already faintly touched the deep mysteries between the spirit and the physique.

To prevent any accidents, he had burned all of his true Qi and blood, using the strongest divine intent of that moment to drive the Kingly Authority Sword, so that he could completely suppress the eight great divine weapons in the Bagua Furnace.

"Notify all disciples to return to the mountain."

An Qisheng instructed softly.

Li Ling's body trembled slightly, and she bowed and retreated. In decades, Kingly Authority Dao had cultivated a batch of messenger eagles that were comparable to the Great Feng's Golden Feather Eagles, but more common and consumed less resources.

Before long, all over Kingly Authority Mountain, hundreds of thousands of messenger eagles had already taken to the sky, flying like arrows to all directions.

"Daoist Priest?"

Huangfu heard something from his words, and his expression could not help but darken slightly.

His Celestial Qi Observation Technique had not yet been fully mastered, but his pure physiognomy was already comparable to Han Changgong's, and he could naturally see the things that Han Changgong had seen.

Even now that An Qisheng's aura had fallen to the bottom, he could see it even more clearly.

Thirty-six months.

Thirty-six months from today would be An Qisheng's lifespan!

He could not understand why An Qisheng, who was only one hundred and fifty years old, would die young, but he was also saddened. He knew that An Qisheng was going to arrange his affairs.

"The rise and fall of fate should have its time, there is no need to feel regret."

An Qisheng replied faintly, and with a wave of his hand, he gently beckoned.

Rumble!

The air currents in the sky surged, mighty like a river flowing backward.

Between the intertwining of light and darkness, the shadow of the black and white Taiji diagram flashed past, and then the Bagua Furnace, which suppressed the eight great Celestial God Weapons, fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail flame that was unknown how long.

Amidst the thunderclouds and the rolling sea of thunder, it came towards Kingly Authority Mountain.

The celestial phenomena changed accordingly.

The dark clouds over South Liang City, Ronghua Prefecture, and even the entire Feng Prefecture gathered, while the thunderclouds over the other prefectures of Great Feng slowly dissipated as the disciples of Kingly Authority Dao no longer chanted the Taiji Song, revealing a clear sky for thousands of miles.

Boom!

A hundred zhang above the peak of Kingly Authority Mountain, amidst the intertwining of the black and white Taiji diagram, the Bagua Furnace hummed and turned, like a huge vortex, attracting the washing of streaks of lightning.

The Kingly Authority Sword could not attract lightning.

What attracted countless lightning strikes one after another was An Qisheng's 'spirit'.

Each lightning strike, even under the guidance of thousands of Qi and the intent of endless soldiers, acted upon the Celestial God Weapons that were constantly clashing and colliding within the Bagua Furnace.

His divine intent was also under tremendous pressure.

"Celestial God Weapons..."

Huangfu muttered to himself as he watched this scene.

No more than a hundred zhang apart, he could feel that as the many lightning strikes lashed out, it seemed as if the most terrifying flames in the world were born within the shadow of the Bagua Furnace, constantly burning and refining the Celestial God Weapons within.

This fire was not ordinary fire, but the power of the lightning serpents and the Celestial God Weapons bursting forth, which, under the integration of the Bagua Furnace, gave birth to a strange flame.

Using his own martial Dao divine weapon as a furnace, using the Qi of thousands of energies and the borrowed Qi of all the soldiers in the world as firewood, and using the collision force of the Celestial God Weapons and the lightning serpents as the spark.

The superposition of several factors created the scene that was now before him.

He could feel that the shadow of the Bagua Furnace was slowly shrinking, becoming more and more condensed amidst the rolling and lashing of the thunder sea.

Faintly, he could see the inscriptions and Dao patterns slowly emerging on the illusory body of the Bagua Furnace.

"Three years..."

An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, his mind rising and blessing the Bagua Furnace.

He was urging the evolution of the Bagua Furnace amidst the rolling thunder sea.

Boom!

Rumble!

On the peak of Kingly Authority Mountain, the thunderclouds rolled violently. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

In those three months, all the disciples of Kingly Authority Dao who were scattered throughout the many prefectures had returned, and the Divine Meridian Grandmasters such as Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Yan Kuangtu, and Real Man Bai Yue had also gathered at Kingly Authority Mountain.

Boom!

As the last lightning strike fell, the thunderclouds that had not dispersed for three months, and had almost killed all the mosquitoes, insects, birds, and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles, finally dissipated.

The long-lost light cascaded down, enveloping An Qisheng, who was holding a Bagua Furnace that had almost materialized.

"The Kingly Authority Sword, finally, has been completed..."

A hint of joy rose in An Qisheng's heart.

He had only used three years to become the number one in the world after coming to this realm for sixty years, but he had used more than fifty years for this Kingly Authority Sword, and it had been more than a hundred years if he counted the time he had spent dreaming of himself!

The mental effort he had expended was unimaginable.

"Huff!"

He slowly exhaled a breath, his gaze falling.

The back mountain was very quiet, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

But it was not that there was no one there. On the contrary, the entire back mountain, three zhang away from An Qisheng, was already full of people. At a glance, it was a dark mass, like a sea of people.

Among them, Han Changgong looked desolate, Yun Haitian had a complex expression, Huangfu's eyes showed reluctance, Real Man Bai Yue was filled with admiration, Yan Kuangtu was filled with regret, Jiang Tingting was in tears, Tie Shan looked lost, Bai Xian'er was sobbing, and Sun En was filled with worry...

And the only outlier among them was Fan Zimin.

While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, with writing tools spread out in front of him. He used the tip of his tongue to dab ink and wrote and drew on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.

His calm gaze swept over everyone, including his friends, his disciples, and many of his grand-disciples.

Many of them were even seeing him for the first time.

But he was extremely familiar with everyone.

"Dao Brother!"

Yun Haitian stepped forward and cupped his hands slightly.

"Brother Yun, there is no need to say more."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and threw the Bagua Furnace that he was holding in his palm.

Tie Shan subconsciously reached out to take the Bagua Furnace, and only then was he slightly surprised by the gazes of the crowd:

"Dao Master, what is this?"

At this time, almost all the disciples of Kingly Authority Dao had gathered in the back mountain, and all eight of the Kingly Authority Sons were present, including his personal disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Hao, Yan Kaiyu, and Liu Ming.

There seemed to be no reason to give it to him.

"We agreed the earliest that when success is achieved, you will personally open it."

An Qisheng slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"The Kingly Authority Sword is where my will resides. Every hundred years, I will choose someone in the world to inherit it. Anyone who obtains the Kingly Authority Sword is my disciple, one of the eight Kingly Authority Sons!

Among the eight Sons, the one with the highest merit will inherit my name and become the Kingly Authority Daoist of later generations!"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it echoed in the hearts and ears of everyone present, and it had an extremely strong appeal, as if it was to be deeply engraved in the hearts of everyone!

The Kingly Authority Sword should be divided into eight. Seven Sons and one Mother, the strongest is the Mother who orders the seven swords, to be the new generation of Kingly Authority Daoist!

Everyone who heard the meaning in An Qisheng's words was shocked.

He was handing over his affairs.

Was Daoist Kingly Authority about to open the Heavenly Gate?

Or...

"We respectfully obey the Ancestral Master's (Master's) orders!"

In the back mountain, thousands of disciples of Kingly Authority Dao knelt down in unison and kowtowed heavily:

"From this disciple to the Kingly Authority disciples of every generation, we will surely remember the Ancestral Master's orders!"

Thousands of people responded in unison, the sound waves were vast, seemingly more violent than thunder, and the air currents stirred up a howling gale.

When the voices disappeared, everyone looked up.

It seemed that there was no trace of An Qisheng in the heavens and earth.

Only a calm voice with a hint of melancholy drifted with the wind: "Everyone, farewell, I hope there will be a day when we meet again!"

No one knew how he had disappeared. Even experts as strong as Yan Kuangtu, Sun En, and the other Grandmasters of Supreme Yin and Limitless Power in the crowd did not see him.

But they all simultaneously understood in their hearts:

This would be the last time they would see An Qisheng.

Even if there were thousands of Kingly Authority Daoists in later generations, it would never be him again...

"Teacher! Teacher..."

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Hao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xian'er, and other disciples beat their heads against the ground, their tears streaming down their faces, and their hearts filled with infinite reluctance.

"This is..."

After heavily kowtowing, Yan Kaiyu raised his head, his palm trembling, and suddenly felt a foreign object.

He gently pinched it. The object was white, square, and looked like sheepskin, but it was actually a piece of human skin.

"Master's handwriting? Did Master leave this for me?"

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Yan Kaiyu's heart trembled, and he slowly opened the human skin scroll, only to see eight large characters lined up on it, containing a deep meaning:

Three thousand years later, Xun Sword Zheng Yang!