Chapter 1 A Fierce Battle

The battle was so intense that the Fourteenth Princess no longer had the mind to wander around with An Qisheng and hurriedly returned to the imperial city.

On the contrary, An Qisheng, carrying the Black Demon Armor and Ling Tian Ge, still strolled slowly through the city under the gaze of countless people, as if he had not just experienced a great battle, but was a scholar returning from a spring outing.

This made countless people both amazed and admired.

They asked themselves, if they had just faced such a battle and were threatened by the world's top powerhouse, the Sect Master of Ling Tian Sect, they would not be able to act as if nothing had happened.

Some people also looked at the long Ge and armor he was carrying with envy and fear. Those were Marquis-level spiritual treasures, treasures that even the leaders and elders of ordinary small sects were not qualified to hold.

Those were spiritual treasures left by two Marquis-level great powers, containing their 'laws and principles,' the most powerful weapons, and also powerful inheritances.

There were countless sects in Eastern Continent, as numerous as the stars. Many of the small sects that rose and fell were founded by rogue cultivators who obtained a spiritual treasure and did not hand it over to the major sects in exchange for elixirs, but used the treasure to suppress their own luck.

Of course, such sects often perished faster.

The ephemerals can bloom briefly, such sects are mostly fleeting, but it also shows the status of spiritual treasures.

Unfortunately, not everyone had the courage of An Qisheng to continuously suppress the elders and true inheritors of the holy lands of the sects, even kill them, and even dare to offend the Sect Master of Ling Tian Sect.

Not to mention, the combat power displayed by An Qisheng was enough to make anyone change color.

Spiritual treasures were good, but not everyone could take them.

"Shattering the Vacuum..."

An Qisheng walked casually on the long street. Occasionally, someone would peek out from the empty street, but avoided him for fear.

He didn't care, thinking about the realm of Shattering the Vacuum in his heart.

Refine the body with Qi, merge the outer scene with the spiritual form, and transform the spirit and form into a divine body, the blood qi soars into the sky to evolve the Heavenly Dipper, use the Heavenly Dipper to transform myriad laws, and use the myriad laws to form a Dongtian (Blessed Land).

Then, Shatter the Vacuum.

One who Shatters the Vacuum can shatter the vacuum with one blow, tear the void and cross it with the flesh, millions of miles in an instant, like a divine dragon, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

It is difficult to kill a strong person who has cultivated Shattering the Vacuum. Even if they are shattered into pieces by a single blow, they can reshape their body because of the power of the void contained within their physique.

Buzz~

A buzzing sound rang in his heart. An Qisheng moved his thoughts, and a wisp of divine will overlooked the Dongtian (Blessed Land) within his body.

Outside the Dongtian (Blessed Land), the starry sky unfolded, and in the vast and deep starry sky, 'stars' rotated slowly, one by one.

But these stars were extremely illusory, and did not seem to exist in reality.

Only one of the stars was as bright as a dipper, as bright as the sun. At this time, as a dark Dongtian (Blessed Land) was captured, another star among the sky of stars 'solidified.'

That was Fang Lingxu, which contained Fang Lingxu's Dongtian (Blessed Land).

Countless illusory stars revolved around the two sun-like 'stars', seeming to capture, and seeming to tend towards them.

Others' Dongtian (Blessed Lands) were ultimately others' Dongtian (Blessed Lands). It was okay to use them temporarily, but they could not be used as one's own foundation.

The countless stars in An Qisheng's Star River True Form were reflections of the gods in his body, perceiving and absorbing the aura of these two Dongtian (Blessed Lands) in order to deduce his own Dongtian (Blessed Land).

This process was not too fast, because there were not many objects of reference.

"However, it won't take too long."

An Qisheng's mind turned and landed on the crowd in the Dongtian (Blessed Land), who were speechless.

Feng Changming and others thought that he wanted to seize their Dongtian (Blessed Lands), but they were thinking too much. He didn't need others' Dongtian (Blessed Lands) at all, he just needed to comprehend the advantages and disadvantages of their condensing Dongtian (Blessed Lands).

Others' Dongtian (Blessed Lands) were, after all, others' Dongtian (Blessed Lands).

......

The great battle came to an end.

This battle did not seem to last long, but the shock it brought was unprecedented.

Fang Lingxu, who was expected to inherit the position of Sect Master of Ling Tian Sect and had swept through his peers three hundred years ago, was killed in Tianjiao City!

The killer was still Daoist Yuanyang!

In just half a year, he first suppressed the elders and true inheritors of the three major sects, then suppressed the successor of the Underworld Moon Holy Land, and now he has even killed the heir to the Sect Master of Ling Tian Sect!

Countless people were shaken and shocked by this name once again.

"What a mighty dragon crossing the river! I once guessed that this Daoist Yuanyang was very likely a rogue cultivator who had obtained a fortuitous encounter, but now it seems that he must also be from a holy land!"

"Killing Fang Lingxu and forcefully seizing the Ling Tian Ge! This person is going to be at odds with Ling Tian Sect forever! I heard that 'Butian Pavilion' (Heaven Mending Pavilion) has already dispatched killers who are eager to take action, presumably Ling Tian Sect has offered a reward!"

"'Butian Pavilion' (Heaven Mending Pavilion) is rumored to be a secret organization inherited from ancient times. It is said that even the top ten sects and the three holy lands have to give them some face. If they take action, this Daoist Yuanyang is afraid of being in danger..."

"I think this scene is very similar to that of Emperor Tianding thousands of years ago. This Daoist Yuanyang is probably the next Emperor Tianding!"

"Powerhouses who Shatter the Vacuum have appeared one after another. These are the top experts in Eastern Continent, the strongest group in the world. The situation in Eastern Continent is about to change. Stay away from Tianjiao City, no, Tianding Country."

Countless people were guessing what his background was.

No one believed that he was a rogue cultivator, they only thought that he was a mighty dragon from other continents, and behind him must be a more powerful holy land.

There had never been such unscrupulous rogue cultivators throughout the ages.

......

The morning sun dispelled the mist of dawn.

In the majestic Ten Thousand Dharma Mountain, on the 'Qi Refining Platform' at the top of the unique Miao Mountain, Yuan Duxiu slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, ending his morning's absorption of purple Qi.

He condensed the Great Sun True Form. The wisp of purple Qi that appeared every day at sunrise had a far greater effect on him than on others. This could be seen from the fact that he had already condensed the spiritual form.

Of course, there was also Miao Meng's help in this, but the most important thing was naturally his own efforts.

He thought so.

He firmly believed it.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a delicate girl in a Luo skirt serving by his side.

"Master... cough, Young Master Yuan, this is the 'spiritual porridge' prepared for you by the grand master. It contains eighty-eight grains of dragon tooth rice, ninety-nine sea pearl clam... and seven hundred and seventy-seven kinds of spiritual materials, including Myriad Year Azure Sky Juice. It is most nourishing for the physique."

The girl bowed slightly and offered the 'spiritual porridge,' lowered her head, and concealed her envy.

The preciousness of this bowl of 'spiritual porridge' was comparable to ten Dongtian (Blessed Land) pills.

This was the treatment that only the Sect Master, several great elders, and the ten first true inheritors in thousands of years had. No more than twenty people in the entire Myriad Dharma Tower could drink this spiritual porridge.

This bowl was the grand master's own share.

In her lifetime, she could only look at it and smell it.

Thinking about it, the girl felt a little self-pity. Why wasn't she a male cultivator...

"Put it down."

Yuan Duxiu just glanced at it lightly.

"This..."

The girl hesitated slightly: "The grand master ordered that she wants to watch you drink it."

"With such precious spiritual porridge, do you think I would give it to others?"

Yuan Duxiu asked back.

The girl thought about it. If she had such a bowl of spiritual porridge, let alone others, even her own people, she would not let them drink a sip.

"I was just in a state of blood qi boiling when I absorbed the purple qi, so I can't use it for the time being."

Yuan Duxiu said again.

Only then did the girl put down the spiritual porridge, salute, and slowly retreat.

"Miao Meng is beginning to doubt my progress..."

Yuan Duxiu frowned slightly.

It had been several months since she had sent the spiritual porridge, and this was the first time she had said that she wanted to watch him drink it. Obviously, his progress after so many resources had been poured into him had not satisfied Miao Meng.

"Your spiritual form has been initially condensed, and the Great Sun can't be said to have both form and spirit, but it's barely passable. Next is the time when you need a lot of resources to condense the 'Great Sun Holy Body.' If you can't condense it, you won't have the chance to get more for your 'little brother'..."

Mu Longcheng stopped halfway through his words and didn't try to persuade him further.

Over the past few days, he had already understood Yuan Duxiu. This young man, whose family had been destroyed, had a strong hatred for himself in his heart, and infinite guilt towards his 'younger brother.'

He had a spirit of sacrifice, and his only weakness was his 'little brother.'

Even Mu Longcheng had not expected at first that Yuan Duxiu was actually worried about his 'little brother.' This discovery left him speechless.

"Lin Yanlong has condensed the 'War King Body' and his combat power is extremely tyrannical..."

Yuan Duxiu frowned deeply.

He had learned from Miao Meng about the existence of the 'Heaven's Pride Kings Terrace' and knew very well how many resources Lin Yanlong had obtained at this time. He was afraid that he would not be much inferior to him at this time.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the spiritual porridge and swallowed it in small sips.

Buzz~

A soft buzzing sound came from all over his body. Only when he really drank it did Yuan Duxiu realize the power of this spiritual porridge.

There was no need to digest it at all, and there was no taste at all.

Waves of warmth had already spread to every subtle place in his body. He could clearly perceive the slightest progress in his physique.

Gentle and not overbearing, slow and without any future troubles.

Strengthening the foundation, eliminating old injuries, washing the blood marrow, strengthening the viscera...

"Good porridge!"

Feeling the immediate effect in his body, Yuan Duxiu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

"Of course it's good porridge!"

Almost at the same time, a clear and cold voice sounded in his ears. Yuan Duxiu was startled and almost subconsciously made a move.

Fortunately, he reacted.

He looked up and saw the red-clothed woman, Miao Meng, standing three feet away in front of him, facing the wind.

Miao Meng stood against the wind, her red dress fluttering slightly, looking particularly bright and agile. Her appearance and figure were both top-notch in the world.

"Why are you here?"

Yuan Duxiu's heart 'thumped,' but he maintained a calm expression on his face.

His relationship with Miao Meng was very subtle. Although they had established the title of 'Dao companion,' both of them knew the truth.

"A bowl of spiritual porridge is the result of the hard work of tens of thousands of cultivators. It contains the labor of nine great dynasties under the Myriad Dharma Tower, more than one billion people. It cannot be wasted."

Miao Meng's eyes were deep and her expression was as clear and cold as her voice: "I won't pursue the past, but in the future, you must not waste a single bit."

Yuan Duxiu pondered Miao Meng's thoughts, and was not afraid on the surface: "In what tone are you asking me? As a trader, or a 'Dao companion'?"

"What about as a trader?"

Miao Meng asked back.

"Since it's a transaction, whether it's spiritual porridge or pills, once it's given to me, I should be allowed to handle it."

Yuan Duxiu did not back down.

He agreed to the transaction of being called a 'Dao companion' in name but a cauldron in reality, not only for himself.

If he didn't even have this bit of freedom, why would he humiliate himself so much to be a human cauldron?

Hearing this, Miao Meng was not angry. Her eyes flowed, and she glanced at him lightly: "What if it's a Dao companion?"

"If it's a Dao companion..."

Yuan Duxiu paused: "You can't control me even more."

"With your cultivation, you dare to be so tough in front of me..."

Ripples appeared in Miao Meng's calm eyes, but she skipped this matter and instead asked:

"A few days ago, in Tianjiao City, a Daoist named Yuanyang killed Fang Lingxu of the Ling Tian Sect. The Sect Master believes that this person is the one who killed Lin Yanbai..."

The Myriad Dharma Tower's 'Dragon Turtle Mirror' can reveal a person's bloodline and bone age, and can also trace back to the source.

The Myriad Dharma Tower naturally knew Yuan Duxiu's origins very clearly, and he couldn't deceive the Myriad Dharma Tower with his cultivation.

Hiding one's name is not something everyone can do.

"Impossible!"

Hearing this, Yuan Duxiu immediately shook his head: "There are countless people in the world, and those with the surname Yuan may not be from my Yuan family. This Yuanyang may not be the Yuanyang who killed Lin Yanbai."

He knew very well who killed Lin Yanbai, but how could his little brother kill Fang Lingxu?

What kind of talent would it take to surpass the first true inheritor of the Ling Tian Sect for three hundred years in just a little over a year after birth?

Therefore, he didn't believe at all that the 'Daoist Yuanyang' who was gaining fame was his own little brother.

He didn't even have a bit of doubt.

Even the ancient Celestial Venerables, Holy Emperors, and Supreme Beings could not have done such a thing when they were so young.

"It seems that you know the Yuanyang who killed Lin Yanbai?"

Miao Meng glanced at Yuan Duxiu thoughtfully:

"I used the 'Dragon Turtle Great Art' to calculate that the source of your Yuan family's bloodline is one of the thousand grandsons of the Taigu Human King, passed down from generation to generation to this day. The only person in the world who has a bloodline connection with you is your little brother..."

Whoosh~

The wind rose on the top of the mountain, and Miao Meng's red dress fluttered, making her face appear even more white and clear: "What's his name?"

"Are you suspecting my little brother?"

Yuan Duxiu's chest rose and fell slightly, and a pair of eyes flashed with a red light of burning flames, his emotions somewhat uncontrollable:

"He's still a child!"
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