Chapter 1 A Moment of Silence at the Summit

The mountain peak was deathly silent.

Thousands of people were disheveled in the wind, completely unaware of what had happened.

In their eyes, that Yang She had crossed the mountain, arriving with a fierce momentum, drawing his saber and pointing it diagonally, unbelievably arrogant.

But no one had expected him to suddenly kneel.

His kneeling was so abrupt, so terrifying.

For a time, countless people felt their scalps tingle.

Of course, they wouldn't think that Yang She had been scared out of his wits. A master of the Divine Meridian realm, the head of a sect that dominated the extreme north, could not possibly be paralyzed on the ground by a single glance.

The only possibility was that something they couldn't understand had happened to him in that single glance.

This unknown made them all feel a little frightened.

Even Zhao Changlin, Mu Hanfeng, Lan Da, and the others were also horrified.

Their Qi Meridians were already formed, and they vaguely knew what had happened, but that was why they were so shocked.

Among the mental martial arts techniques in the world, the Reincarnation Method was number one, and the mental cultivators were led by Reincarnation King and Bai Yue Zhenren, but even these two, could they so easily scare a Divine Meridian master to this extent?

Many people looked towards the mountain gate, before the black and white intertwined pattern that resembled two swimming fish, known as the 'Taiji Diagram', where An Qisheng sat motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong were also secretly surprised. The two of them knew what had happened.

However, they had not expected that An Qisheng's 'spirit' had become strong enough to affect Yang She, who had cultivated the Divine Meridian for many years.

Drip.

A large drop of sweat fell on the smooth white jade stone slab.

Yang She was in a daze, not knowing where he was, let alone whether everything before him was real or fake.

The mental pain was reflected in the flesh, so real and unmistakable that every inch of his body was twitching and trembling.

Unparalleled fatigue and pain spread in his heart, so much so that even kneeling on the ground in full view of everyone, he did not feel even a trace of shame.

Until a white jade letter, as if condensed from ice and snow, slipped from his sleeve.

Ding.

A crisp sound of contact rang out.

This was...

The Sect Leader's letter!

A glimmer of spirit appeared in Yang She's gray eyes, even ignoring why he had forgotten this letter.

Yang She grabbed the letter, his lips wriggling, fear and dread all mixed together.

Divine Meridian cultivators could disperse their spiritual will, leaving a wisp of their mark on some special materials filled with spiritual energy.

Just as An Qisheng could leave his 'Execution Platform' on the Sword Unraveling Stone.

This letter also contained a martial art of Pang Wanyang!

He dared to provoke Wang Quan Daoren, naturally because of this letter from Pang Wanyang.

Months ago, he sent a letter to Huangjue Temple, pushing his provocative abilities to the limit, and still left Huangjue Temple unscathed, because of Pang Wanyang's letter.

But he never expected.

That Wang Quan Daoren's 'spirit' was so strong that he had forgotten the existence of this letter, and had been subjected to the most tragic torture in the world.

Da!

The faint tapping sound suddenly disappeared.

An Qisheng looked down at Yang She kneeling on the ground, or rather, at the fallen letter, and said lightly:

"A letter gave you the confidence to challenge me. Pang Wanyang is truly remarkable..."

From beginning to end, his attention was not on Yang She, the Hell Demon Sect leader who was originally estimated to be replaced by Kong San, but on this letter.

Pang Wanyang's letter.

Some people, even if they do not appear in the world, will not be forgotten by the world.

Pang Wanyang was such a person.

The master of the Six Hells Demon Sect, a hegemon who dominated the world for decades, the highest realm of Taiyin Wuji, and was known as the supreme grandmaster closest to the Celestial Being.

Who would dare to ignore him?

His light words drifted across the mountain peak, without a trace of warmth, but a sense of crisis suddenly arose in Yang She's heart.

This old Daoist wants to kill me!

"Wang Quan Daoren..."

Yang She's heart pounded wildly, and his trembling hands raised the letter high:

"I am here to deliver a letter for the Sect Leader, you can't kill me!"

"You think..."

An Qisheng leaned slightly, like a mountain leaning forward, and a overwhelming momentum flowed down:

"Am I fighting with you?"

What?

Yang She's pupils shrank, as if he had remembered something extremely terrifying, and his face changed drastically.

But in the next instant, it was as if thunder had exploded.

Boom!

Above the mountains and rivers, the wind flowed violently.

The sudden gust of wind was like thousands of wind dragons roaring together. The surging airflow in that instant blew away the hats and clothes of many martial artists.

But at this moment, no one cared about that.

They all looked at the 'Yang She' who was slowly rising in the storm.

As Yang She slowly stood up, the raging wind that ravaged the mountain peak seemed to surround him like spiritual snakes, and they crowded around him.

In everyone's eyes.

'Yang She's' already tall and burly figure became even more upright, and became more symmetrical and slender, and his rough face had changed even more.

The rough face became refined, the deep-set eyes became narrow, and the thick eyebrows became light, like smoke rising upwards.

He was still dressed like an account clerk, but the temperament of the whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes!

He had his hands behind his back, and a majestic aura of overlooking the world filled the void.

It seemed to be heavier and more majestic than a mountain, inspiring awe in those who looked at it.

"Pang Wanyang!"

Before the mountain gate, Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian stood up abruptly, looking at the long-robed man standing in the wind, unable to hide their shock.

"Pang, Pang Wanyang?"

"How could he be Pang Wanyang?"

"How could he become Pang Wanyang, what kind of martial art is this?"

The top of the mountain was in chaos for a while, and thousands of people were all terrified, unconsciously leaving their original positions, wanting to stay far away from that figure.

A man's name is like the shadow of a tree.

Just a name alone caused thousands of martial artists to change color, and if he had not been blocking the mountain road, they would have almost fled in panic.

The power of his person was evident.

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others also changed color.

"Amitabha!"

The great monks San Yin, San Mu, and others also stood up, put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name:

"I didn't expect the Demon Lord to possess a body..."

The Divine Meridian realm, in any force, any dynasty, was an absolute big shot, an ancestor-level figure dominating one side.

Although Yang She was not as good as the Red Sun Dharma King, he was still a Divine Meridian master.

He was discarded like this, and the three old monks were shocked.

The whole audience was shocked.

Only An Qisheng sat still as the earth, his light gaze staring directly at Pang Wanyang, who had arrived through possession.

The first barrier for Qi Meridian cultivators to enter the Divine Meridian realm was 'Yin Spirit Out of Body', but this did not mean that the Divine Meridian realm could arbitrarily occupy the bodies of others.

Among all the martial arts in the world, only the Heaven One Spirit Seizing Scripture could seize the body for rebirth.

There were quite a few martial arts that feigned divine will in the body of another person.

However, it was by no means easy to do, the 'spirit' had to be ten times stronger than the person whose body was being borrowed before it could be attempted.

Pang Wanyang's arrival through possession was not what shocked Wang Jianglong and others.

What shocked them was that Pang Wanyang could actually come through the body of a Divine Meridian cultivator!

The meaning represented by this had to shock them.

Pang Wanyang's expression was peaceful and quiet, not like a peerless demon, but like a refined accountant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at An Qisheng, and the black and white Taiji Diagram behind him, his eyes slightly bright:

"This diagram, its colors black and white, implicitly point to Yin and Yang, with Yin in Yang, and Yang in Yin. Daoist, you have such a good spirit...

What is the name of this diagram?"

He spoke lightly, but his voice was not Yang She's.

Instead, it was a tinkling sound like gold and jade colliding, and his words contained a strong spiritual will, so that everyone would be unconsciously influenced.

But this was not intentional, but natural.

What is Wuji (limitless)?

Wuji is without boundaries and limits, boundless and infinite.

His divine will was almost integrated with the heaven and earth, and his every word and deed seemed to be able to cause resonance between heaven and earth.

"Pang Wanyang..."

Ripples appeared in An Qisheng's eyes:

"Taiji Diagram!"

While Pang Wanyang was observing him, he was naturally also observing this number one master of the world.

An Qisheng felt it deeply.

As Pang Wanyang spoke, he could feel the void, the earth, and the rocks on the entire mountain peak trembling slightly, and even inanimate objects became lively.

It even gave him the illusion that as long as Pang Wanyang was willing, this mountain would disintegrate and turn into dust.

"Taiji Diagram, what a good Taiji Diagram..."

Pang Wanyang overlooked the mountain peak, sighing slightly:

"This seat originally thought that Daoist had obtained a divine weapon of the Celestial Being to have this good fortune, but I didn't expect that there would be such outstanding people as Daoist in the world..."

His intention to come here was mostly because of this matter.

To go from a dying body to what he is now in just two years was a miracle to anyone who saw it, and there had been no such miracle in the Jiufu Realm for tens of thousands of years.

He originally thought that this Daoist had obtained a divine weapon of the Celestial Being to have this good fortune.

But he didn't expect it to be even more powerful than he thought.

This Taiji Diagram, for him, was even more surprising and shocking than seeing a divine weapon of the Celestial Being.

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, and he responded lightly:

"The Demon Lord came with a Divine Meridian master as a letter, it wouldn't be just to praise me, would it?"

"This venerable one also did not expect that Daoist would cultivate the Reincarnation Method to this level, and be able to trap this wisp of my divine will in Yang She's body..."

Pang Wanyang's eyes were deep, seemingly without joy or anger:

"Killing one of my Six Hells with a flick of your finger, Daoist's methods are also remarkable."

He sent Yang She to deliver the letter, but it was only to see Wang Quan Daoren's martial arts and background from afar, but he did not intend to possess a body.

A Divine Meridian master, his physical body and divine will were already extremely harmonious.

If this old Daoist trapped this wisp of divine will in Yang She's body with the Reincarnation Method, if he stayed there for a long time, Yang She would live but his spirit would die.

And if he left the body.

Yang She would only be like a punctured water bag, his spirit would not be complete, and he would still die in the end.

It could be said that, as he said, he made Yang She die willingly.

"The Demon Lord doesn't seem angry?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

To know a person by looking at his eyes, one can only see his skin, but to observe a person with the heart, one can see his spirit.

The two had only met for a moment, but they had gained a very deep understanding of each other. Just as Pang Wanyang had seen the mystery of the Taiji Diagram, he had also seen Pang Wanyang's ruthless and selfless Dao.

"Who in the world does not die? If one does not become a Celestial Being, one will die after three hundred years. What's so great about how one dies or when one dies?"

Pang Wanyang smiled:

"To be able to die at the hands of Daoist, Yang She has not lived in vain in this life!

It's a pity that this Pang does not have a wife or children, otherwise, I would send them to Daoist to be killed once, which would be a fortune that they could not get in three lifetimes."

His voice, filled with a faint smile, echoed on the mountain peak.

But the hearts of everyone who heard these words turned cold, feeling a bone-chilling coldness.

There were many people in the martial world who had indifferent feelings for their families, but this was the first time they had seen someone say such terrifying words in such a calm tone.

Hearing this, An Qisheng raised his eyelids and said quietly:

"It seems that the Demon Lord wants this good fortune."