Chapter 14 A Visitor to the Platform

Layer upon layer, jade steps rose from the ground, ascending in order to the highest point beneath the starry sky.

At the end of the celestial stairs, a Daoist sat in a cross-legged position.

The Daoist wore a Daoist robe and had white hair. His face was obscured by divine light, and his body was intertwined with five colors. In the midst of the misty aura, he seemed to be condensing and practicing some supreme divine power.

Or perhaps he was condensing a blessed land?

Who was this?

The guardian of the central hub of the Zhū Wáng Tái (Platform of the Kings)?!

This scene immediately startled the true disciples of the various sects, and they subconsciously stopped their steps.

"Shameless!"

Before everyone could see the true face of the Daoist shrouded in divine light, the Ling Tian Sect Master on the heavenly altar outside had already furrowed his brows, his voice as cold as ice, his eyes full of murderous intent, almost flying into a rage:

"Li, how dare you let that Yuan Yang Daoist into the Zhū Wáng Tái!"

Yuan Yang Daoist!

What kind of vision did the Ling Tian Sect Master possess?

He would not forget a fleeting glance even after a thousand years, let alone An Qisheng, who had left such a deep impression on him two years ago.

In an instant, the void boiled, and the Ling Tian Sect Master's blood energy was like a great sun, burning thousands of miles of sky and clouds.

When a great power was angered, the world changed.

"Yuan Yang Daoist?"

The other sect leaders also moved slightly, and then their eyes flashed with cold light.

Who was the Yuan Yang Daoist? The sect leaders present naturally knew.

In the past three years, no one in the entire Eastern Continent cultivation world had a greater or more widely spread reputation than him. He was truly a person who had risen above their major sects and holy lands!

The hunchbacked body of the Lian Fa Tai (Platform of Refining Laws) Sect Master straightened up, and the old face full of vicissitudes also lost its smile: "Fellow Daoist Li, this move is truly unexpected."

The faces of the sect leaders were not very good.

The Zhū Wáng Tái only allowed those under a hundred years of age to enter. Each time, some people had hoped for luck, but no one had been able to make an exception.

Over time, they had given up on this idea.

But they did not expect that the Tianding Emperor would be so brazen and shameless as to let in a blessed land level great power!

Such a great power, especially one who also held two of the Ling Tian Sect's marquis-level treasures, even if he could not fully utilize them, his opponents were not great powers.

But a group of juniors whose strength was at most at the Divine Body level.

How could they possibly fight?

For a time, even the sect leaders, who were all deep thinkers, could not help but feel a trace of anger in their hearts, and their faces could not maintain their composure.

Only Qian Shisi, the Emotion-Extinguishing Sect Master shrouded in black mist, and the motionless, silent Taiyi Sect Master remained unchanged.

"Some of you are more skilled."

Faced with the questioning of the sect leaders, the Tianding Emperor was calm and responded indifferently: "At least Mr. Yuan Yang's bone age is not yet a hundred years, and I have not given him any treasures."

Rules were rules.

The major sects did not care, but he never wanted to break the rules. Sects were different from dynasties. If the emperor broke the law, those below would follow suit.

For more than a thousand years, he had used rules to restrain others, and also to restrain himself.

How could it be that he hoped everyone would follow the rules, but alas...

"Nonsense!"

The Ling Tian Sect Master sneered, his face extremely ugly: "This person must be from another continent, and it is impossible for him to be less than a hundred years old!"

Fang Lingxu was a disciple he had personally cultivated. He had cultivated to the blessed land realm in three hundred years, and was a genius who could cultivate to the Shattered Void realm even in this era of great change.

He absolutely did not believe that a rogue cultivator under a hundred years old could defeat him!

"Not even a hundred years old?"

The Taiyi Sect Master slowly raised his eyebrows, a ripple appearing in his desolate and ancient eyes: "That is truly an unparalleled genius."

The expressions of the other sect leaders changed.

Looking at An Qisheng, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed above the heavenly stairs in the blessed land, their eyes were different.

They would not doubt the words of the Tianding Emperor.

Because this person had never lied from a thousand years ago to the present, and more importantly, not being able to enter after the age of one hundred was a rule of the Zhū Wáng Tái, not of the Tianding Emperor.

If the Tianding Emperor wanted to control the Zhū Wáng Tái, he had to abide by the rules of the Zhū Wáng Tái.

However, a blessed land great power under a hundred years old…

For thousands of years, including the Tianding Emperor, there had only been a few people. Now, was there another one appearing?

The Ling Tian Sect Master seemed to be very wary of the weathered Daoist and stopped speaking.

'It's not just under a hundred years old...'

Qian Shisi had a thought in his mind. He rarely felt surprised in his life. The calculation results regarding this 'Yuan Yang Daoist' two years ago counted as one.

If there were no hidden secrets, this person could probably rank among the top hundred among the countless geniuses and outstanding figures in the long history of the Eastern Continent...

"Since he's here, let him be."

The Taiyi Sect Master glanced at the Ling Tian Sect Master and then stopped speaking.

The other sect leaders changed their expressions in an instant and restrained their auras, but the gazes they cast towards the blessed land of the Zhū Wáng Tái were not so friendly.

Even if they had other plans, no one liked to see such twists and turns.

Hoo~

The Tianding Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he shifted his gaze to the blessed land.

At this time, no one knew that a touch of amazement had also risen in his heart. It seemed that something beyond his expectations had happened.

Whoosh whoosh~

The wind and clouds moved in the blessed land of the Zhū Wáng Tái.

The auras of the marquis-level spiritual treasures permeated in all directions, colliding with the rolling divine light and bursting out into balls of fireworks.

The ripples spread out, like meteor showers streaking across the sky.

"Someone is guarding the central hub?"

"Who is that? The Tianding Fourth Prince? The Second Prince, or the legendary Eldest Prince who was sent to the Central Continent by the Tianding Emperor?"

"No, no! The Zhū Wáng Tái only allows cultivators under a hundred years old to enter. That person cannot be the Tianding Kingdom's prince."

"Wait, Daoist robe and white clothes, this person, this person is...Yuan Yang Daoist?!"

"Yuan Yang Daoist? Which Yuan Yang Daoist?! You said, you said Yuan Yang Daoist? The Yuan Yang Daoist who killed Fang Lingxu?!"

Under the shroud of divine light, everyone finally recognized An Qisheng after the divine light.

At this moment, everyone's expression changed.

Even those who had been in seclusion for many years or traveled outside for many years had all heard the name 'Yuan Yang Daoist' in the past three years.

How great Fang Lingxu's reputation was in the past, An Qisheng would be several times greater now!

And what shocked and horrified everyone the most at this time was that

This Yuan Yang Daoist was a blessed land, a great power!

Moreover, he was a giant with the record of killing other blessed land great powers!

"Yuan Yang Daoist!"

Amidst the shock, a furious roar suddenly rang out.

Lin Yanlong looked up at the sky, a heart-stopping killing intent erupting from his eyes, as well as a trace of horror that could not be concealed by the killing intent.

He never expected that he would encounter this Yuan Yang Daoist at this time and place.

His heart was heavy, but he knew very well that he had no way out. He let out a long howl that shook the air and rose into the sky.

The sword light slashed through the mountain-like pressure of the divine light ripples like a bolt of white silk. In a single step, he ascended the heavenly stairs!

Bang!

Bang!

The heavenly stairs seemed to be in another dimensional space.

The moment Lin Yanlong stepped on it, the void in front of him stretched infinitely. What seemed to be a step away seemed to be thousands of miles away.

But he ignored it completely. Holding the marquis-level treasure 'Questioning Heaven Sword', this mere spatial distortion technique could not stop his footsteps at all.

After a slight hesitation, the many true disciples of the sects in the blessed land chose to stop temporarily.

Of course, they could see that the Yuan Yang Daoist was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, seeming to have fallen into some kind of deep samadhi, but it was difficult to judge whether it was true or false with the naked eye.

No one present was unafraid of a person who had once killed a blessed land great power holding a marquis-level treasure.

Even Xue Tianfeng, Meng Xiantian, Fa Wu Mie, Yan Changshu, and others who held marquis-level divine weapons, all had flickering eyes and temporarily restrained themselves.

With someone charging ahead, they decided to wait and see.

"Lin Yanlong!!!"

Seeing Lin Yanlong soar into the air, Yuan Duxiu, who had previously been startled by the sword light and retreated thousands of miles, went berserk!

He stomped heavily on the ground, his body erupting with divine light like a great sun.

With a roar, he had already broken through the air currents and stepped onto the heavenly stairs as the second person, roaring madly: "How dare you!!!"

At this moment, Yuan Duxiu no longer concealed anything. Under the complete eruption, the golden blood energy was as brilliant and majestic as a burning great sun.

The power of his aura made the many true disciples of the top ten sects change their expressions.

The female disciples of the Taiyi Sect who had previously discussed him covered their mouths in surprise, seeming not to have expected that this 'gigolo' had such a powerful aura.

"This kid is going to fight to the death?"

Mo Baobao was shocked.

Burning one's own blood energy like this was clearly a method of risking one's life. Would it be too extravagant to use it to catch up?

"Go!"

Lan Shuixian was much more decisive than him. With a movement of her body, the 'Heavenly River Whip', which surged like a heavenly river behind her, had already stirred up billowing dust.

Driven by great force, she instantly broke through the layers of restraints and rushed straight to the heavenly stairs.

"Lin Yanlong, you rat, you're really going to make this granddaddy laugh to death!"

Even earlier than the two of them was Wu Erlang, the owner of the Tai Sui Dharma Body.

He held the halberd horizontally, its invisible sharpness already cutting through hundreds of layers of air currents. A long whistle shook the air: "How could a figure like the Yuan Yang Daoist die in the hands of a villain like you?"

His face was cold and fierce, and he had already chased after them.

Of course, he recognized who An Qisheng was, and he could also see clearly that An Qisheng seemed to be in an extremely important juncture, the five-colored divine light flowing around his body.

It seemed to be the light of an unknown divine power, or perhaps the prototype of a blessed land being condensed.

But no matter which it was, being suddenly attacked by Lin Yanlong would not be a good thing.

Rumble!

Only a dozen or so moments passed.

Under the gazes of many, Lin Yanlong had already traversed ten thousand feet of the heavenly stairs like a long rainbow, his divine sword crossing the sky like the first ray of light that pierced through the darkness of the universe.

He slashed directly at An Qisheng, who was sitting with his eyes closed, seemingly still cultivating.

And the few people, including Lan Shuixian, Wu Erlang, and Yuan Duxiu, could not catch up at all. A difference of one step seemed to be a world apart.

"No, don't!"

Yuan Duxiu's heart trembled wildly. Without a marquis-level spiritual treasure, he could not catch up with Lin Yanlong even by burning his blood energy.

Even if Lan Shuixian wanted to help, one step behind was one step behind.

He could only watch Lin Yanlong ascend to the highest point of the heavenly stairs.

The divine sword stirred the clouds for thousands of miles, slashing towards his own younger brother with endless killing intent and a joyful laugh!

"Yuan Yang Daoist!"

Lin Yanlong slashed down from above. At this moment, he felt endless joy rising in his heart.

Once, he thought he would never have the chance to avenge his younger brother, but he did not expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

He was born intelligent and clear-minded.

The moment he saw An Qisheng close his eyes, he had a vague understanding in his heart that this was the only chance he would have in his life to take revenge.

If he missed this opportunity, he was afraid that there would never be a second one in this lifetime.

Therefore, even though he knew very well the 'Knife-Lending Man's' prediction that he would die here, he still attacked without hesitation!

He cultivated the 'War King True Form Diagram' to condense the 'War King Body', which emphasized the resolute killing intent of fighting with others even if his head fell and his body died.

If his thoughts could not be unblocked, he would never be able to deduce the 'War King Body' to the highest realm in this lifetime!

Buzz~

With a slash of the sword, Lin Yanlong felt that the repression of several years had been completely vented along with this sword, and his heart was almost soaring.

After great repression, there seemed to be a great improvement.

But in the next moment, his face suddenly changed.

Buzz~

The sword light swept across, the cold light leaving hideous and terrifying 'wounds' in the void that had been distorted by hundreds or thousands of miles.

But Lin Yanlong's face changed.

Because, his surroundings were no longer the heavenly stairs, but a deep, vast, and unfathomable starry sky!

The suddenly descending starry sky instantly enveloped him.

Chi~

Lin Yanlong felt a sense of solemnity in his heart, but the divine sword did not stop at all. It swept across the starry sky, slashing the roaring 'stars' in this 'starry sky' with a must-kill intent.

He was about to completely kill An Qisheng, who was in the midst of samadhi!

He could see very clearly that this starry sky seemed to be just the automatic protective aura of the Yuan Yang Daoist's true form, and that he himself was still closing his eyes in the midst of the five-colored radiance.

Under the breathing and exhaling of the five-colored light, it seemed that some earth-shattering change was about to occur.

"No!"

The moment the sword fell, Lan Shuixian and others also broke into this starry sky.

In the next moment, everyone, including Yuan Duxiu, was suddenly filled with a violently burning red light!

Amidst the brilliant, fiery light that filled the sky and the earth.

A calm voice, like a self-murmur or a sutra-chanting transmission, seemed to come from beyond the infinite and distant space-time:

"Spiritual roots breed and nurture the source stream, the nature cultivates and upholds the Dao..."

The sound waves seemed to contain endless principles, making people want to sink into them involuntarily.

But unfortunately, a roar containing endless violence and ferocity interrupted all of this:

"Tai!"

The sound of violence was accompanied by two golden lights piercing through the sky!

Lan Shuixian covered everyone's bodies with the 'Heavenly River Whip'. Looking up, she saw a fiery monkey burst out from one of the five colors surrounding the 'Yuan Yang Daoist'.

It leaped out of an unknown distance, and the firelight behind it stretched for thousands of miles, like a flame cloak it was wearing.

As the monkey burst out, it burst out with a shocking sound.

The staff it took out from nowhere had already raised a hundred miles and whipped a thousand miles, rumbling like a rolling star. As the sword light slashed towards An Qisheng.

It heavily struck Lin Yanlong!

This series of changes happened only in a fraction of a moment. Even though Lin Yanlong had a thousand and twenty points of vigilance, he never expected that the fire monkey's movements would be so terrifyingly fast!

Even the thought of withdrawing the sword light to protect himself had just arisen, and he had already been heavily struck on the spine with a single blow!

Decisive!

Violent!

Fierce!

These scenes made Yuan Duxiu, Lan Shuixian, and others' eyelids twitch wildly, and they felt an indescribable ferocity rushing towards them.

"Ah!!!"

Lin Yanlong's protective sword light was shattered in an instant, and then he felt the most terrifying power in the world.

But in just an instant, even the pain disappeared, and he seemed to no longer be able to perceive his own body.

Bang!

In the next moment, he had already been struck thousands of miles away with a single staff, falling out of the starry sky. Under the eyes of everyone, he burst apart in an instant.

The power of a single staff was so terrifying!