Chapter 1 Beginning

Da Feng rose, traveling the world, wandering the seas, entering forbidden lands, not to measure the heavens and earth, but to藏天下入心 (cang tian xia ru xin - bury the world in his heart).

For thirty-three months, An Qisheng walked a road that ordinary people could not finish in a lifetime.

Finally, he came to Hanlong Inn, went alone to the third floor, leaned against the window to drink, no one knew that this seemingly old man was Wang Quan Daoren, who had dominated the world for sixty years.

Even the proprietress, who now looked older than him, could not tell.

An Qisheng put down his wine cup, his palm slowly opened, and a wisp of light could be seen flickering between his fingertips. The light was not very dazzling, but the interweaving of each other seemed to be the entrance to another world.

Faintly, flowers, trees, mountains, and rivers could be seen within.

And a thin monk waiting to die with his eyes closed.

That was King Zhuanlun.

At this time, King Zhuanlun's divine intent was dim, like a candle about to burn out. He looked not only thin, but almost about to disappear.

The battle between the two had ended as soon as they exchanged blows, and his divine intent, or rather his Yin God, had been trapped for thirty-three months.

His divine intent was extremely powerful, and he had already outlined his own Buddhist kingdom.

But at this time, he was almost out of oil and his lamp was dry.

Wang Quan Daoren did nothing, just cut off the connection between the spirit and the heaven and earth. He was about to die, and moreover, he would be destroyed in both body and soul.

King Zhuanlun slowly raised his head and looked at the sky:

"What exactly does Daoxiong (fellow Daoist) intend to do?"

His xinxing (heart-nature) cultivation was extremely high. Even now that he was about to die, he was still calm and without any distracting thoughts.

"Just making an attempt."

An Qisheng's eyes were calm.

After understanding the Five Qi Gathering at the Origin, his spirit and flesh had become highly unified. His spiritual world could almost exist realistically within his body.

The higher the spiritual realm, the greater the need for nourishment.

In Jiu Fu Realm, he could not feel anything with the support of the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, but Xuan Xing was a truly spiritless land, and another path must be found.

King Zhuanlun was the greatest expert in mental cultivation in Jiu Fu Realm, second only to him. Using him to make an attempt was naturally the most suitable.

He cut off the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. Sure enough, in just thirty-three months, King Zhuanlun's spiritual Buddhist kingdom had collapsed and was almost wiped out.

More than a hundred years of cultivation could not even last thirty-three months.

In fact, if it were a truly spiritless land, the time would be even shorter.

"Is there a result?"

King Zhuanlun asked.

He was very clever. Although An Qisheng did not reveal anything, he also knew that he was preparing to go to a desperate place that might have no spiritual Qi at all.

But he could not understand why he wanted to make such an attempt.

Could it be that beyond Tianmen (Heaven's Gate) was still a dead place?

"There are some clues, but how specific it is, still needs to be tried in person."

Saying that, An Qisheng sighed:

"After all, I am ten times stronger than you, the difference is still very big..."

"..."

King Zhuanlun had a moment of flickering, almost about to be wiped out.

"Forget it, forget it."

After An Qisheng sighed softly, he tilted his palm and released the restraints.

But King Zhuanlun did not move and asked:

"Daoxiong (fellow Daoist) is not afraid that this little monk will seek trouble with Wang Quan Dao again?"

"The reincarnation of Zhuanlun Dharma is not a true reincarnation after all. The one who returns again will not be you, and you will not be able to reach the current achievements."

An Qisheng flicked his finger, and a stream of light had disappeared into the wind and sand:

"When you return in reincarnation, who seeks trouble with whom, may be uncertain..."

The divine intent of pure Yang will also be worn away, the indestructible golden body will also decay. There is no method of immortality in Jiu Fu Realm. Even heavenly beings cannot, even after going to Tianmen (Heaven's Gate), without a breakthrough, they cannot gain immortality.

Unless, Tianmen (Heaven's Gate) is really the legendary immortal realm where everyone can gain immortality.

If heavenly beings are still like this, how can the divine intent of the divine veins not be destroyed?

The secret method of Zhuanlun Temple is just to find the most suitable child to ‘reincarnate’, but whether that is still oneself or not need not be said, the pollution of the original wisdom light is destined to make those who take this path weaker and weaker.

Even to the point of becoming a stepping stone to achieve others.

An Qisheng stood up, raised his cup to respect heaven and earth:

"Goodbye, Jiu Fu Realm!"

........

Endless bizarre illusions flashed by.

An Qisheng was in it, looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, there was no heaven and no earth, no sun and no moon, no starlight of bizarre phenomena. Infinite complex light and shadow flickered and flowed. Even with his current perception, he could not see anything.

It seemed to be just a thought, and he once again sensed a familiar aura.

That was the aura of Xuan Xing!

"Daoyitu (Dao One Diagram)..."

With a thought, An Qisheng sensed the Daoyitu (Dao One Diagram) in the depths of his soul.

On the ancient and simple scroll, the warm light flowed like water, and seemed to become much brighter than before.

As his thought moved, the words on it appeared:

An Qisheng (Master of Daoyitu (Dao One Diagram))】

Lifespan: 29? (Xuan Xing) Status: Intact】

Specialty: Great Dream of Several Autumns (One-Star Wonderful Skill) Taiji Sanshou (One-Star Dao Martial Art) ....... Omitted】

Treasure: Wang Quan Sword (One-Eighth)】

Life Trajectory: Unpredictable】

Dao Power: One Million Two Hundred and Forty Thousand Points】

In sixty years, he had almost learned all the martial arts of the predecessors of Jiu Fu Realm, and laid his own martial arts foundation. Even after consumption, Dao Power was as high as one million!

Compared to the desolation when he came, it can be said to be earth-shaking.

However, compared to Dao Power, what was more important was that as his divine intent became stronger day by day, the lost origin had also been compensated, and the injury to the origin had been healed without medicine.

With a thought, the words on the Daoyitu (Dao One Diagram) disappeared.

"Tong Zhengyang..."

A trace of ripples appeared in An Qisheng's heart.

Tong Zhengyang was undoubtedly a person with great luck. Being able to travel through time and space, such an opportunity, in the tens of thousands of years before and after Jiu Fu Realm, was only him alone.

Even the universe is vast and boundless, with countless stars.

Being able to fall on Xuan Xing, such a prosperous fortune, was also indescribable.

If he fell into outer space, even with the strength of the Qi Meridian, it would be impossible to survive for long.

He had been waiting for this meeting for sixty years.

Sixty years of planning, finally it was time to see the results.......

........

Heavy rain,

Jungle,

Wang Quan Sword,

Tong Zhengyang, who was seriously injured and had a broken arm, Juechen Daoren, whose face changed color thousands of meters away, and the burning firelight in the distance, the smoke in the rain...

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and understood everything around him.

He also saw the Qi wave fist wind set off by Tong Zhengyang in the heavy rain.

However, Tong Zhengyang, who was once invincible in his eyes, now seemed too weak, too weak.

Even though he was more than a notch stronger than all the Qi Meridian masters three thousand years ago, in his eyes, he was still too weak, too weak.

As the rain lifted, he slowly raised his hand, and the Wang Quan Sword in his body let out a soft hum, moving with it, gathering in his arm, reaching directly to his five fingers.

Bright sword light slowly lit up.

Then,

The pale five fingers pierced through the rain, and in Tong Zhengyang's unbelievable eyes, steadily caught the fierce and domineering punch.

Boom!

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and lightning flashed.

The wildly dancing thunder snake instantly illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated Tong Zhengyang's charred and twisted face.

An Qisheng looked indifferent.

Although he had many plans for Tong Zhengyang, his arrival in Xuan Xing was not something he could accomplish.

He would not forget that in the original trajectory, Tong Zhengyang had set off a catastrophe in Xuan Xing, and countless people had died at his hands.

Boom!

The Qi wave lifted the rain.

Invisible Qi strength spread inch by inch, and the earth full of mud cracked open.

In just an instant, Tong Zhengyang's heart rose with endless crisis.

An indescribable great terror descended on his heart, and then exploded like thunder!

In this instant, his body, his soul, every tiny part of him, were all uttering desperate wails, groans.

I will die!

I will die!

How is it possible?

How is this possible?

What exactly happened to him?

Even if the Wang Quan Sword recognizes its master, how can a person in a spiritless land be able to urge the Zhenpai (sect-protecting) divine weapon of Wang Quan Dao's three-thousand-year inheritance so quickly?

He had been lurking for decades, enduring unimaginable humiliation, serving Wang Quan Dao for a full thirty years, and suffering countless pursuits, even drifting into a spiritless land for this.

Being bombarded, burned, eating carrion, eating gastric juice, lurking in a whale's stomach for several months, being disturbed by countless bits of trash.......

He suffered so much, he paid so much, but he made a wedding dress for this kid?

Why?

Why?!

I am not reconciled!!

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, and as he opened his mouth, the gale mixed with rain had poured into his trachea.

He couldn't even utter a word.

Then, under the impact of a force he couldn't describe, his feet instantly left the ground.

Countless wounds all over his body spurted blood wildly, and the sound of broken bones rang out like a string of firecrackers, and the whole person flew horizontally in the rain like a mud.

All ambitions, all flames, were all wiped out.

Death, filled everything.

Before a person dies, will they see the past?

Tong Zhengyang didn't know.

He didn't want to know this question either.

But at this moment, the past flashed through his mind one by one.

The poverty and despair of childhood, the happy and chivalrous spirit of youth, the little fame of youth, the fame and fortune of middle age....... countless memories emerged.

Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhua Prefecture, Daqing Kingdom, the world.......

The dangers of secretly learning martial arts, the sprouting of youth, the trepidation when meeting a woman he admired, the unwillingness and anger after the woman married his brother....... and the madness after killing his brother and committing adultery with his sister-in-law.

The joy after achieving the ambition of plotting the Wang Quan Sword, the despair of being hunted down by Wang Quan Dao......

After surviving a desperate situation, the unwillingness to come to a spiritless land, the anger of being ambushed by a group of ants......

All his love, hatred, and grudges in his life flashed through his mind in one thought.

In the end, it turned into a pair of indifferent, deep, and vicissitudes of eyes.

Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled wildly. In just a few breaths, earth-shaking changes had taken place in this kid!

In a trance, he seemed to see the thirty-third generation Wang Quan Daoren he had once met!

In the last moment when endless darkness enveloped his mind, Tong Zhengyang heard that inexplicable sigh:

"Thank you for your hard work.......”

What hard work?

Who worked hard?

What is he talking about?

Countless questions flashed through his mind in an instant, and then, complete darkness descended, completely submerging his mind.

Then, his body, like a broken sack, fell into the mud.