The sigh wasn't particularly loud.
But Peng Shiliu's heart clenched fiercely. An immense, indescribable melancholy instantly filled his heart, tears streaming down his face, almost causing him to burst into loud sobs.
In that instant, he felt as if the very space within the small courtyard was wailing, lamenting, trembling uncontrollably.
Even the old tree, withered as if dead, shook its dry leaves, as if its remaining vitality had been suddenly stimulated, a few specks of green appearing on its trunk.
His emotions could actually infect the heavens and earth?!
Hoo~
The outpouring of emotions was only momentary. An Qisheng immediately restrained himself.
His spiritual will was still far stronger than his current physique. A wisp of overflowing emotion could cause ordinary people in this half of the city to grieve to the point of death.
The laws of a realm had their advantages.
The Human Path, in terms of physique, was naturally far inferior to the martial arts of the Wanyang Realm. But the path of spiritual will had advanced ahead of the Wanyang Realm.
This was due to the strangeness of the heavens and earth.
The languages, customs, diet, and many rules differed even between the north and south of a country, let alone the gap between two realms.
The laws and Daos of any world were the exploration of the heavens and earth by countless living beings, a summary of the principles of law, possessing their own unique value.
Their laws and Daos might lose their effectiveness or become dim due to changes in the environment, but this could not negate their value.
"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Shiliu cried, his face covered in tears and snot, sobbing uncontrollably.
He felt great hatred and fear in his heart.
Just because you're upset, you have to make me upset too?
Too domineering...
"He, he should be your ancestor..."
An Qisheng restrained his emotional outpouring for a moment, speaking calmly.
After he left the Jiu Fu Realm, within just three days of the opening of the Heavenly Gate, there were Sun En, Yan Kuangtu, and his talented descendant, Li Taibai.
He had entered the dreams of many people, also paying attention to information about the three, but to no avail.
Until he obtained the 'Great Peng King Fist' from this Peng Shiliu!
Although this fist technique had undergone earth-shattering changes, he still sensed the aura of Yan Kuangtu, the Great Dragon Gate Master of the Jiu Fu Realm, within it.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng clan had once had a Supreme, but that Supreme was not Yan Kuangtu. Therefore, Peng Shiliu's memory did not contain much information about Yan Kuangtu.
But from the fact that the Great Peng King Fist could be passed down to this day, still being one of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan's inherited supreme techniques, it could be known that Yan Kuangtu's achievements must not be low.
Or, that Golden-Winged Great Peng clan's Supreme had an extremely close relationship with Yan Kuangtu.
This Peng Shiliu should be the most direct bloodline descendant of Yan Kuangtu's lineage.
Unfortunately, it seemed that this lineage had declined to a certain extent, otherwise the only direct bloodline descendant would not have been ranked sixteenth in this generation of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan.
"An, ancestor?"
Even though he knew that this Yuanyang Daoist was far stronger than himself, Peng Shiliu's forehead bulged with veins, almost causing him to curse angrily.
He still remembered the pain of being whipped at the last moment, so he forcibly endured it.
But even so, he felt great hatred in his heart, his face turning extremely pale.
"Yes..."
An Qisheng held the wine cup, his expression lost in thought: "If it weren't for your ancestor, you would already be dead."
How the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan was in the past was no longer important.
But from the current Golden-Winged Great Peng clan, from Peng Shiliu's appearance, opening his mouth to devour all living beings within hundreds of miles, one could see how fierce he was.
With his consistent way of doing things, he would naturally not leave such a great demon alive.
This had nothing to do with what survival of the fittest and natural selection were.
Wolves eating sheep was for sustenance, sheep eating grass was for survival, but Peng Shiliu casually opened his mouth, devouring living beings for no reason, simply because of his fierce nature.
And, it wasn't the first time.
"You, you won't kill me?"
Hearing An Qisheng's words, Peng Shiliu felt joy instead of anger in his heart. He couldn't understand the meaning of this Yuanyang Daoist's actions.
But it seemed that this Yuanyang Daoist didn't want to kill him?
Otherwise, with his means, wanting to kill himself wouldn't require such a great deal of trouble.
"Brother Yan was unrestrained and unruly, but he didn't like those who slaughtered wantonly like you. Although you are Brother Yan's only direct bloodline descendant, but..."
An Qisheng held the wine cup in one hand, spilling wine onto the ground.
As if paying respects, as if informing.
And as his voice drifted, his one hand had already gently raised, and then heavily fallen, striking towards the face of the astonished and terrified Peng Shiliu:
"Deserves to die!"
"You really dare to kill me?!"
With one palm strike, Peng Shiliu only felt darkness before his eyes, an indescribable terror erupting in his heart.
He never dreamed that An Qisheng would release him, saying strange words, setting up wine and dishes, actually wanting to kill himself!
Why go through so much trouble?
Unwilling!
Unwilling!
Under the immense terror, Peng Shiliu couldn't help but let out a low roar:
"You sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my physical body and blood Qi, bound my Great Peng True Form, killing me like this, I am not convinced!!!"
Peng Shiliu only felt as if the immense terror was like a substantial palm gripping his heart. His eyes were bloodshot, his sealed blood Qi boiling, wanting to break free from the imprisonment.
Bang!
But in the next instant, that fair palm had already extinguished the words he spoke in mid-air, its splayed five fingers clasping onto Peng Shiliu's head:
"If you're not convinced, so be it."
Reasoning with those who reason, there was nothing to reason with those who did not.
The Great Peng opened its mouth to devour thousands of miles of living beings, where had it asked those people's opinions?
Crack~
At the instant the five fingers struck down, Peng Shiliu's eyes were already pitch black, no longer able to see anything.
Endless darkness came faster than pain, instantly submerging his unwillingness, anger, and rage within it.
'No!'
In the last instant, Peng Shiliu only had endless unwillingness and regret in his heart.
Why did he come to Dongzhou? If he hadn't come to Dongzhou, even if his situation was difficult, no one would dare to kill him...
Buzz~
In the next instant, in the deserted courtyard, a long buzzing sound arose.
One palm strike shattered Peng Shiliu's divine soul, his body trembling frantically, wanting to reveal its original form.
But it was being firmly bound by An Qisheng's palm, trembling incessantly but unable to break free.
Chi~
Then, in a slight sound like a water bag being pierced, a person being slit at the throat, Peng Shiliu's body, under An Qisheng's palm, burst apart!
Peng Shiliu had Wanfa cultivation, his true form spanned thousands of miles when he spread his wings. He didn't need any divine abilities, he only needed to reveal his true form to crush the tens of thousands of living beings in this Ninth Heaven City.
Even, if his blood were released in one wave, it would be enough to completely submerge this city!
But, such a vast physique, blood surging like the Yangtze River, was being firmly bound within An Qisheng's five fingers.
In places invisible to the naked eye, drastic and unimaginable changes were taking place.
He was refining the essence within Peng Shiliu's bloodline, which was, the blood inheritance belonging to Yan Kuangtu.
Buzz buzz buzz~
Amidst the light trembling vibrations, streams of violently vibrating blood revolved around An Qisheng's five fingers.
And even though An Qisheng had sealed this small courtyard with 'Dongtian', this small courtyard was still buzzing and vibrating incessantly, seeming as if it could shatter and disintegrate at any time along with the space!
This scene also caused Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu, and others who saw it clearly through the Dongtian to turn pale.
"He, what does he want to do?"
Xuanji's face was a little pale, recalling the many evil and strange divine powers that were jointly suppressed and exterminated by the major holy lands in the legends.
"Qi Seed..."
An Qisheng's gaze opened and closed, flashing with a light of unclear meaning.
His Qi Seed used the human body's bio-magnetic field as a guide, combining it with the physical body's essence Qi, soul, and spiritual will, branded with his own true wisdom.
In a certain sense, that was already the 'interweaving of Dao and Law' rather than a pure magnetic field.
The Qi Seed was the Dao he cultivated.
Even if he came to this world, wanting to cultivate this world's martial arts to condense the body flower, his fundamental path had not deviated in the slightest, still being 'Taiji Qi Seed', 'Taiji Divine Court', and 'Taiji Dao'.
Therefore, his Law possessed the characteristics of Xuanxing, Jiu Fu Realm, Human Path, and Wanyang Realm, but also had unique things within it.
During the Human Path, he was already able to strengthen his physical body, regenerate severed limbs, revive with a drop of blood, interfere with changes in the celestial phenomena, and be able to see through the essence of objects.
Taking it a step further, he would be able to master a certain degree of material reorganization and decomposition.
The composition of the flesh and blood body, the relationship between essence, Qi, and spirit, and even the operation of cells to the extreme detail, were all extremely clear.
In Xuanji and others' eyes, An Qisheng seemed to be absorbing the blood essence of that Golden-Winged Great Peng to practice 'demonic arts'.
But in fact, what he was doing was far more than what they saw.
Whoosh whoosh~
Within the Dongtian, the blood that An Qisheng had moved over poured down like a heavenly river, dyeing the mountains and rivers, spiritual springs and rivers red, dyeing Qian Mountain red, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields beneath it.
The abundance of blood from a Wanfa-level Golden-Winged Great Peng caused Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu, and others to change color slightly. The amount of blood was a manifestation of its size.
This Golden-Winged Great Peng was probably stronger than they imagined.
But now, no matter how strong it was, it was useless. Such a heaven-blessed Golden-Winged Great Peng was actually killed so tragically.
How could they, in the same situation, not feel like rabbits mourning the death of a fox?
"He, he really dares to kill us."
Even more people trembled in their hearts.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng was one of the two great royal clans of the demon race. Its power was even more terrifying than the three great holy lands of Dongzhou. He dared to kill even this Golden-Winged Great Peng. He was probably really daring to kill them!
Suddenly, everyone understood why that person had allowed them to see this scene.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys!
It was the most inferior method, but they had to admit that it was too effective...
"No, that's not right!"
At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly shook: "This, he's not practicing demonic arts. He's, he's..."
Not only Feng Changming, but all the prisoners, including Xuanji, changed their expressions at this time, their hearts instantly filled with disbelief.
Through the Dongtian, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, that mass of blood was constantly rotating at high speed, and what was being stripped out was being moved into the Dongtian to nourish the Dongtian.
And as time passed bit by bit, the blood flowing between his five fingers had already taken on a faint golden color, a vast and domineering aura that could be felt even through the Dongtian rushed towards them!
"That drop of blood, could it be the royal blood of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan?!"
Xuanji and the others were all shocked, looking at each other, they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.
Regardless of the size of the sect, regardless of whether they were rogue cultivators, and regardless of whether they were righteous, demonic, or evil, human or demon, all cultivators would embark on the path of tempering their bloodline.
The path of transforming into a divine body.
But the path of transforming into a divine body was quite different from the natural gap of a divine body.
A natural divine body, if it cultivated the same sect's techniques, and condensed the divine body again, its advantages would be extremely great, and its combat power would be stronger than those of the same rank!
"He extracted the royal blood of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan? How is that possible! How could there be such an evil technique?"
Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu, and others were all horrified, almost suffocated by this scene.
Throughout the ages, not to mention other states, Dongzhou had demonic techniques to devour the spirits and bloodlines of others. The number was extremely large.
But they had never heard of anyone who could refine divine blood!
How could such a technique not make their hearts palpitate, shocked and terrified?
"Demonic art! A peerless demonic art!"
Xuanji didn't know what he had associated with, but in his heart, he had an unprecedented sense of deep fear.
With such a method of seizing the divine blood of others, even if this person was a mortal body, he could probably cultivate into the strongest divine body of all time!
If such a technique were to spread, all divine bodies would probably become prey!
Buzz~
Almost at the same time, the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child cut off the Dongtian's perception of the outside world.
It naturally saw what was happening outside as well. It was also a little surprised by the methods used by An Qisheng. The bloodline was not just blood.
There were too many things contained within it, involving not only life, but also something more complex, such as time!
Such means, even Russell could not do it!
Hoo~
In the courtyard, An Qisheng flipped over his five fingers, and that drop of crystal-clear, artwork-like, faint golden blood fell into his palm.
The direct blood of the Golden-Winged Great Peng, which spanned thousands of miles when it spread its wings, only left such a drop of faint golden blood in the end.
"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang in the end..."
Feeling the aura within that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Peng Shiliu was already the last pure bloodline of Yan Kuangtu's lineage, and there was only this drop of blood left.
In comparison, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stood tall in Yun Tian in Zhongzhou.
The gap between the two seemed to be growing larger and larger with the 'ascension to the Heavenly Gate'...
Ka ka ka~
Under An Qisheng's gaze, the drop of faint golden blood in his palm, which was as heavy as a mountain, changed again.
Strands of faint golden misty Qi slowly came and wrapped around his five fingers. Before long, the misty Qi dissipated, and that drop of blood actually turned into a faint golden egg!
However, this egg was not as large as the eggs of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan in the legends. Its size was about the size of a quail egg, not even comparable to a chicken egg.
After the light on it gradually dimmed, there was really nothing miraculous about it, like a dead egg.
Looking at this faint golden small egg, An Qisheng said to himself:
"Brother Yan, are you really dead..."