Chapter 190 Road Ends Again

Lan Shuixian cultivated the shape of the Lai River, aligned with the 'Heavenly River' spiritual form, one of the nine true form diagrams of the Taiyi Sect.

River water has no fixed shape, and the Heavenly River has no fixed state. His state of mind was in harmony with the river and the Heavenly River, his joys and sorrows not shown in his face, only hidden in the waves, his emotions not revealed until he acted.

But at this time, the color on his face changed.

Wasn't that Yuan family, with only a few people left, that little brother of Yuan Duxiu's, strolling leisurely through the mansion's formation?

No way, his white hair and eyebrows were too memorable.

But if he remembered correctly, this 'old child' seemed to be, seemed to be less than a year old, right?

One year old…

Thinking of this, Lan Shuixian's face stiffened a little, appearing somewhat frozen.

In the past thirty million years, there had been no shortage of innately wise individuals, some who could walk and speak at birth, and even some whose parents were powerful cultivators, guiding their cultivation from the womb.

But he remembered that this child was born with deficiencies in both qi and blood, and depleted potential…

"That child..."

Mo Baobao was also stunned. Born into a prestigious family, he naturally knew the power of this formation. Although it was gradually weakening, it was still extremely difficult to break through.

Those who could ignore the formation seemed to be only legendary physiques such as 'Yuanci' (magnetic force) or 'Jiguang' (aurora).

Both were somewhat shocked.

In the distance, Peng Shiliu had already attacked in a rage, golden light crashing like a tide against the formation's restrictions: "Where did this little brat come from? Get out here!"

Boom!

The earth shook and the mountains swayed, like a meteorite exploding in the sky, flames scattering, and light waves surging.

The restrictive formation outside Qian Mountain shook for a while, causing the mountains to tremble. Countless mud, earth, and sand flowed down from the peaks like waterfalls.

But the attack was ineffective. No matter how powerful it was, it still couldn't tear apart the great formation, infuriating Peng Shiliu, who screamed and attacked even more frantically.

The continuous shaking of the mountains sent countless demons and mountain spirits fleeing in all directions. These demon beasts and spirits, feared by many rogue cultivators, could only flee in panic when faced with the even more ferocious Golden-Winged Great Peng.

"Hmm? Such powerful demonic aura!"

Several hundred *li* away, Fa Wushe stopped abruptly, his brows furrowing deeply: "How did such a great demon pass through the Eastern Continent's Demon-Severing Pass?"

He was slightly startled. The demonic aura surging from the rumbling Qian Mountain was greater than anything he had ever seen.

He had only seen this level of aura on the elders of the Emotion-Severing Path or other sects.

"Senior Brother."

Chu Yue'er's expression also changed slightly, becoming somewhat solemn. Such an aura, let alone her, even Fa Wushe, might not be a match for it.

"Demonic aura is inherently stronger than human aura. This demon's bloodline must be powerful, but it is definitely not a Da Neng (Great Power)!"

Fa Wushe sensed for a moment before speaking: "Since it's not a Da Neng (Great Power), if what the rogue cultivator said is true, then the Golden-Winged Great Peng was struck by the Mount Sumeru Golden Mountain. It shouldn't be too dangerous now…"

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to first capture a few rogue cultivators to find out the truth. Wounded beasts were more dangerous, and great demons were naturally even more so.

…

Meanwhile, An Qisheng, who had stepped inside, could no longer see what was happening outside. He could guess, but he no longer cared much.

His Dao (Way) was in harmony with heaven and earth, changing the magnetic field. He had an extremely deep understanding of all formations that relied on mountains, rivers, and celestial phenomena. The formation outside this cave mansion seemed to have something unique about it, but after the baptism of years, only the mountains and earth veins remained.

He walked step by step from a distance, experiencing the operation of the mountain's qi (vital energy), sensing the changes in the celestial phenomena, and by walking here, he had found a way to break the formation.

It seemed that with a single step, he had entered a dream and had tried it thousands of times.

With his current cultivation, entering a dream would naturally not affect him from doing other things.

"Mr. Monster, this place is different from the outside…"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong (Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child) spoke up again: "The air, light, magnetic field, water flow here are all different from the outside."

There was a different world within Qian Mountain, completely different from the outside world.

High mountains, strange rocks, dangerous peaks, ancient pines, silver waterfalls, bamboo forests, exotic flowers, spiritual fields, spiritual springs… patches of strange scenery combined to create a beautiful immortal mountain cave heaven.

"What a blessed cave heaven!"

An Qisheng's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

This was a 'dongtian' (cave heaven), a Da Neng's (Great Power) 'dongtian' (cave heaven) world.

The martial way of the Myriad Yang World took qi absorption as a guide, imitated true forms, comprehended the meaning of the outer world, and combined with one's own spiritual form. When spirit and form were combined, one could 'transform into a divine body'.

At this step, it was the first transformation of lifespan. Depending on the differences in the transformed divine body, the lifespan would be from three hundred to one thousand years.

After achieving a divine body, one sought from heaven and earth. Tiangang (heavenly stars) were stars, and also authority. Mastering authority and shaking celestial phenomena was Tiangang.

The Tiangang method started with one and ended with thirty-six. When the thirty-six Tiangang were condensed, they could derive myriad methods.

When myriad methods were formed, they could weave the laws to form a 'dongtian' (cave heaven)!

'Dongtian' (cave heaven) was virtual. Crossing the tribulation to become real, when a 'dongtian' (cave heaven) was formed, one became a Da Neng (Great Power). At this point, the lifespan could reach three thousand years. A Da Neng's (Great Power) every move had the power of a 'dongtian' (cave heaven).

Condensing it with a divine mountain cave heaven, one's gestures would be accompanied by divine mountains.

Condensing it with rivers and seas, one's breathing would also have the power of rivers.

If one condensed it with the Great Sun Golden Sun, then opening one's arms would be like the sun in the sky, its power vast and immeasurable.

Dongtian (cave heaven) was the weaving of laws, the condensation of principles, the beginning of longevity, the beginning of a creator, and also the first step on the path to proving the Dao (Way).

"Dongtian (cave heaven), is it something similar to divine kingdoms, demiplanes, or domains?"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong (Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child) said with great curiosity:

"In legends, the Nightmare Hydra once destroyed such a world. Inside, there were legendary domains, demigod planes, and main god kingdoms…

It is said that that world was the most important place for the Nightmare Hydra to advance to an eternal species. It swallowed that entire world, along with thousands of gods, supreme gods, and creators…"

"Perhaps similar, or perhaps completely different."

An Qisheng had not seen the so-called demiplanes or domains, so naturally he could not compare the similarities between the two, and only replied lightly.

Then he stepped into this blessed cave heaven.

The first thing he came to was a huge spiritual field covering more than three thousand *li*. The spiritual field was planted with high-quality spiritual plants, and because no one had picked them for too long, they bloomed and withered again and again, over and over again for who knows how long.

They were already showing signs of evolving into spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits.

*Crack~*

An Qisheng snapped off a spiritual plant that looked like an ear of wheat.

This spiritual plant was shaped like an ear of wheat, but it was extremely large. Each grain was the size of a longan fruit, hanging down for nearly three *chi*.

He took a fruit and threw it into his mouth, feeling the wriggling of his five viscera, and couldn't help but nod slightly.

The effect of one fruit was comparable to that of a True Form Pill, and it was more easily absorbed by the human body. No wonder spiritual rice was more sought after than pills.

Of course, this was because this spiritual field was planted with high-quality goods by a Da Neng (Great Power) in their own dongtian (cave heaven), and had been evolving for 20,000 years, which was why it had such an effect.

"Mr. Monster, according to the display of your digestive organs, these spiritual rice have a weak effect on you, but long-term and large-scale consumption has great benefits…"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong (Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child) reported his findings, and also raised a question: "But Mr. Monster, your spirit is so pure, and your heart is so firm, why don't you become an information life like me?"

*Sha sha sha~*

An Qisheng walked slowly, holding the 'spiritual ear' upside down. There was the passage of time in this dongtian (cave heaven), so no other living beings could survive.

Because according to the age aura of the formation, this 'dongtian' (cave heaven) had been left behind for more than 20,000 years.

In the Myriad Yang World, a Da Neng (Great Power) lived for three thousand years, a King lived for ten thousand years, and only a Sage Emperor or Supreme could live for more than 20,000 years.

Obviously, it was impossible for there to be a Sage Emperor in this dongtian (cave heaven).

Hearing the words of Sanxin Lan Lingtong (Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child), he didn't stop walking and casually asked, "Your clan lives on the aura of civilization and feeds on information and text, but do you have a civilization?"

"We…"

In his mind, Sanxin Lan Lingtong (Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child) seemed to be stumped by the question. He stayed blank for a long while before answering in a low voice: "We, we, have no civilization… but…"

But we should have had a civilization.

We, who could absorb the aura of all civilizations as nourishment, should have had an incomparably brilliant civilization.

If not…

A great sadness filled his heart.

This blue-skinned little monster stopped talking, curled up in An Qisheng's mind, and shut himself off.

"Eh?"

Sensing the sadness of this blue-skinned little monster, An Qisheng paused slightly, then sighed softly and continued walking towards the mountain.

Sad people don't need comfort, they need solitude.

After walking through spiritual fields, mountains and forests, spiritual springs, and rivers, An Qisheng came to the real Qian Mountain.

This tall mountain, located in the very center of the dongtian (cave heaven) and out of harmony with the entire dongtian (cave heaven), was the real Qian Mountain.

It was also the real 'Da Neng's (Great Power) Remains'.

This Qian Mountain was no different from what he had seen outside. The appearance was only slightly different. It seemed that after 20,000 years of vicissitudes, the mountains outside had not changed much.

In front of the mountain was a stone tablet with the words 'Qian Mountain' engraved in characters from more than 20,000 years ago. The signature was, Wuyong Daoren (Useless Daoist).

Qian Mountain, Wuyong (Useless).

Qian meant lacking, and the Daoist (Daoist) was called Wuyong (Useless)?

An Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly. He stepped into Qian Mountain and walked upwards along the mountain path, which no longer had any paths, neither quickly nor slowly, to the top of the mountain.

All the way here, An Qisheng had not seen any traces of life, corpses, or even ashes.

Until this moment.

On the top of this Qian Mountain, amidst the overgrown weeds, on a reclining ox stone more than ten *zhang* high, was a corpse.

Or rather, a skeleton.

After 20,000 years, the clothes of the corpse had disappeared, and no skin or flesh could be seen. Only a skeleton flashing with dim light remained.

"Wuyong Daoren (Useless Daoist)?"

An Qisheng guessed the identity of this person. More than 20,000 years was enough to bury all living beings in this world except for the Sage Emperor.

Then, his gaze fell and looked at the only 'living' or rather, 'not dead' thing in this cave, which was also the terrifying aura he had sensed outside Qian Mountain.

It was a stone tablet buried in weeds. On it, several large characters wriggled as if they had life, emitting substantial sound waves.

It seemed to be the sound of whispers from countless years ago:

The road,

has ended again…