Chapter 1 Altar

The Responsive Altar is a cosmic-level treasure from the Desolate World. Its core lies not in its external appearance, but in a wisp of its inner principles.

This wisp of principle, derived from the Star Lord, can communicate across the void. Naturally, it doesn't necessarily have to rely on the altar.

Since Sa Wuling could strip it from the original altar and evolve it into the golden coffin that seals the Zombie King Zhu Shang, An Qisheng naturally took the opportunity to completely strip away its principles.

It is also one of the few treasures he can bring into his dreams, and the highest-level treasure he possesses.

However, he did not activate this altar to ‘trade’ with other worlds on Xuanxing. Besides the massive consumption required for exchanges on Xuanxing, it was also because activating this altar could very likely create a ‘world anchor point’ that would be detected by the Star Lord.

In fact, the reason why the Star Lord was able to perceive the existence of the Human Path was undoubtedly due to countless sacrifices by him, the Strange Evil Taoist, and even generations of masters of this altar.

To An Qisheng, the future of the Human Path was already tragic enough, and couldn't get much worse, so he didn't care whether or not he would attract the Star Lord.

But for Xuanxing and this Wanyang World, he did not want to use the altar's essential ability of 'exchange'.

Buzz~~~

Within his mind, the altar continued to spin in a scarlet light, the buzzing sound impossible to ignore.

"The Star Lord?"

An Qisheng's mind stirred slightly, but he dismissed the thought.

Based on what he saw in the Land of Strange Lights, the Star Lord's incarnation should still be confronting the 'Taolong Taoist' in the Huangtian World.

Even if he could win, and whether or not a victor had been decided, it was unlikely that he could locate his existence.

"Mr. Monster, the information revealed in the ripples on this altar, after decryption and organization, should be this sentence..."

The Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child also floated over. In its information form, it could go anywhere unless An Qisheng forbade it:

"The gist is 'Senior Sister Bai has been captured, I don't know by whom...' This language is quite peculiar..."

As it spoke, the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child's tone changed slightly.

Because, without it needing to explain, the voice, from who knew where, echoed in An Qisheng's mind through the altar's principle fluctuations:

"Junior Qin Yu begs senior to save my Senior Sister Bai. Even if I am a slave for generations, doing the work of a cow or a horse, Qin Yu will surely repay senior's great kindness!"

This language seemed to have no comprehension barrier at all. Regardless of whether one had learned the language, regardless of whether one was human, one could perceive the meaning within the words.

What kind of language is this?

The Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child was somewhat stunned. It had never seen such a language.

"Qin Yu? That name sounds somewhat familiar..."

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he remembered.

This youth named Qin Yu seemed to be from the Dragon Erosion World, an entry-level disciple of the Taiyue Sect, who had exchanged a broken half-moon wheel for a tumor from the back of the Huangtian Ten Vicious 'Toad'.

He's still alive?

An Qisheng was slightly surprised, then shook his head inwardly.

This kid is probably an idiot. For the sake of his so-called Senior Sister Bai, he's willing to sell himself for all eternity!

And that Dragon Erosion World seems to belong to the 'Yuanyang' Great World as well.

Perhaps it's not too far from the Wanyang World?

An Qisheng considered the thought and then dismissed it. The distance between universes and worlds is meaningless for an individual.

Because even if it's close, it's probably far beyond billions of light-years.

"Promise him, promise him!"

The Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child was already urging him: "Mr. Monster, promise him!"

Such unheard-of language information was incredibly tempting to it.

"Qin Yu..."

An Qisheng pondered for a moment, vaguely feeling that the person on the other side of the altar seemed to have some inexplicable connection with him.

Moreover, this altar can use 'karmic reward' as a sacrifice to exchange with people?

"Seems somewhat interesting..."

With a thought, An Qisheng sent a wisp of flowing light from his mind into the core principle of the altar.

.......

Mountains stood on the earth, stretching for hundreds of miles, and their height was astonishing, with hundreds of peaks seemingly rising above the clouds.

From afar, the undulating mountains in the clouds resembled a blessed land of immortals.

Beneath a certain peak, a gaunt, unremarkable youth kowtowed before a moss-covered boulder:

"Junior Qin Yu begs senior to save my Senior Sister Bai. Even if I am a slave for generations, doing the work of a cow or a horse, Qin Yu will surely repay senior's great kindness!"

The youth kowtowed very sincerely, with many broken magical artifacts and spiritual weapons scattered in front of him.

"Croak, croak~"

A small toad, emerald green like a gemstone, sat on his shoulder and croaked incessantly.

"Junior Qin Yu..." The youth's face was pale, his eyes dull, as if he had cried several times, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Bang~

He kowtowed heavily on the ground once more, Qin Yu's forehead bleeding, his heart already filled with despair.

Suddenly, a familiar buzzing sound echoed in his heart. Overjoyed, he looked up and saw a golden light shooting from the strange stone into his brow.

"Ah!"

Qin Yu cried out, as if struck by a hammer, and fell backward, unconscious.

In the moment of unconsciousness, he seemed to see a great sun blooming in his heart, then transforming into countless doubts flowing into his heart.

What was that...?

Doubt arose in Qin Yu's heart.

......

In the Moonlit River, painted boats drifted slowly, adorned with red flowers and colorful ribbons, their fragrant cabins brightly lit.

Each boat was filled with the aroma of wine and the haunting sounds of music, captivating the soul.

Outside the many painted boats, ships arrived from all directions, their shadows flickering, with a considerable number of people coming?

"I heard that these Moonlit River pleasure boats only open on full moon nights. Why is it so lively tonight without a full moon?"

Someone drove a boat over, filled with doubt.

The Moonlit River Pleasure Boat Gathering was somewhat famous in Dingtian City, Dingtian Prefecture, and even the entire Tianding Kingdom. Besides the people of Dingtian Prefecture, many from Tianding Kingdom came to admire it.

"First time here, right?"

Someone replied with a smile: "You only know that the Moonlit River Pleasure Boat Gathering only opens on the night of the full moon each month, but you don't know that if a certain master is coming, the gathering will definitely be held!"

"Ah? Which master?"

The man was quite surprised. There were hundreds of pleasure boats on the Moonlit River, and holding a gathering required a considerable sum. What kind of person had such great face?

"Of course, it's Second Master Lin!"

Another person stepped on the water and flew towards a pleasure boat without boarding a boat: "Not for the famous ladies on the pleasure boats, but only for Second Master Lin. Coming this time is worth it, worth it!"

Many pleasure boats surrounded the largest pleasure boat, and the lights of hundreds of pleasure boats gathered, making it quite bright.

On the highest and largest pleasure boat, Lin Yanbai leaned on the railing, gazing at the snowy night, seemingly spying on Blue Water City:

"More than half a year, no other movements?"

This place was more than two thousand miles away from Blue Water City. Naturally, he could not see the Blue Water Immortal in the City Lord's Mansion, nor would he dare to openly spy on the Blue Water Immortal.

"Yes, after returning to the city for more than half a year, the Blue Water Immortal has not left."

Knife Slave stood in the shadows and replied calmly.

"I heard that more than half a year ago, Fa Wushe and him encountered each other and fought fiercely. A great battle destroyed a large area of mountains and forests. Fa Wushe fled and disappeared. Could it be that the Blue Water Immortal was seriously injured?"

Lin Yanbai gripped the railing, his eyes flashing: "If he fights against that 'old silver worm' of Yushan with a seriously injured body, it is not impossible for his injuries to worsen..."

A thousand pieces of gold does not sit under a tilted roof. After more than half a year of miscalculation and seemingly failing in Yushan, he immediately left Dingtian City and went to other places to handle matters.

He only returned recently.

"Impossible."

Knife Slave shook his head: "Fa Wushe is indeed a proud son of the Emotionless Path, but he is still a notch below the Blue Water Immortal. It is already difficult to injure him, and it is impossible to fight to a mutual defeat, even if Fa Wushe risked his life."

Lin Yanbai nodded, then asked in return: "If you were to fight him?"

After a moment of silence, Knife Slave replied: "I would surely die."

"Surely die."

Lin Yanbai sighed softly: "This Blue Water Immortal has been down the mountain for nearly a year, ostensibly to come to Yushan, but in reality, no one knows his true purpose. Perhaps the Taiyi Sect is going to attack Tianding Kingdom again, it is not impossible..."

"What Second Master said is not impossible."

Knife Slave frowned slightly.

Among the hundred countries of the Eastern Continent, Tianding is the most special, because among the countries, Tianding is the strongest, with the largest territory, and the most mines and spiritual fields.

Because of its high position among the many, and because the current Tianding Kingdom Lord is gifted and has cultivated into a great power, Tianding Kingdom has become the only country not controlled by the major sects and holy lands.

For the ownership of Tianding Kingdom, the various sects have had many open and secret battles.

The Taiyi Sect is the closest to Tianding Kingdom and is the most determined to obtain it.

"I still have to notify my brother. Although the 'Heaven's Pride City Kings' Stage' is important, the ownership of Tianding Kingdom is equally important..."

As he said this, Lin Yanbai gave a self-deprecating smile: "Forget it, there are countless experts in the Myriad Dharma Tower, so I don't need to say anything more."

"It's good to mention it."

Knife Slave bowed slightly: "Second Master is thinking of the Myriad Dharma Tower. Knife Slave thanks all the teachers here."

Lin Yanbai shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing that he was in low spirits, Knife Slave sighed inwardly and changed the subject: "Second Master avoided him like the plague half a year ago, but why did you come back early now? As you said, Yuan Duxiu seems to have made friends with experts. Isn't it dangerous for you to come back at this time?"

Lin Yanbai sighed deeply, his eyes looking south along the Moonlit River: "I have to come back..."

"Hmm?!"

Knife Slave was shocked. Following his gaze, he saw a lone boat drifting from afar, neither fast nor slow.

There was a person on the lone boat.

That person was extremely tall and large, perhaps nine feet tall, clad in black armor, his black hair and cape fluttering like fire behind him. A halberd, taller than his body, was carried on his shoulder.

His aura was like fire, burning fiercely. The cold wind and snow avoided him from afar, as if afraid to approach his body.

Even tens of miles away, those eyes seemed to him like two great suns burning!

"Wu Erlang?!"

Knife Slave's body trembled, his voice inexplicably hoarse, each syllable seeming to rub against metal, extremely unpleasant.

The one who came was none other than Jingyang Mountain's Wu Er!

He was the leader of the three prides of Dingtian Prefecture. Although it was because he was the oldest and had the highest cultivation, it was also because his reputation was much greater than Lin Yanlong and the Blue Water Immortal.

Moreover, although he was the oldest, his cultivation time was not long. He entered the Dao at the age of eighteen. Before the age of eighteen, he was just a hunter in the mountains, hunting for a living every day. It was said that he was born with divine power and roamed the mountains, feeding on tigers, wolves, and strange beasts.

Before entering the Dao, his strength had already far exceeded that of nine bulls and two tigers!

Once he entered the Dao, he became unstoppable. In two years, he condensed the true form of the 'Demon Lord'. In ten years, he condensed the spiritual form of 'Taisui'. By the age of thirty, he had become the number one true disciple of Jingyang Mountain.

"It is indeed I!"

Wu Erlang's eyes were cold as he spoke lightly.

His voice was extremely loud, like thunder continuously exploding in the sky, the rumbling sound echoing for hundreds of miles, causing the endless river water to roll. The hundreds of pleasure boats and lone boats tens of miles away were shaking.

It seemed as if they would be overturned at any time.

Not to mention the women of the dust and the visiting guests on the boats, even Knife Slave's face turned pale.

Only Lin Yanbai seemed to have known it for a long time. After taking a deep breath, he cupped his hands and bowed: "Lin Yanbai greets Wu Erlang!"

Feeling the stormy aura, Knife Slave gritted his teeth and cupped his hands: "My master will be out of seclusion soon and wants to greet Wu Erlang."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

With such a tyrannical aura coming, there was no need for any orders. On the hundred or so pleasure boats and the boats coming from all directions, many figures jumped out.

At a glance, there were no less than several hundred!

Knife Slave's heart trembled, and he realized that Lin Yanbai had traveled to various cities for more than half a year, but he had gathered all the experts of the Lin family that he could mobilize!

"More waste won't save your life..."

The black-armored man's cape was like fire, and the halberd unfolded with his arm, making a buzzing sound like a dragon's roar.

Tens of miles away, everyone who heard the halberd's light roar felt their hands and feet go numb, and their scalps stood on end as if electrified, their expressions changing.

"Wu Erlang!"

Knife Slave took a step forward, a touch of black light between his fingers: "If you dare to attack, my master will fight you to the death!"

"Hahaha!"

On the lone boat, hearing Knife Slave's threatening words, Wu Erlang laughed loudly, his black hair and cape fluttering, his expression unrestrained and arrogant, but he was too lazy to say more.

The horizontal halberd trembled slightly, as if about to strike.

But at this moment, Wu Er frowned, his eyes flashing like lightning towards the pleasure boats tens of miles away:

"There are other experts?!"

The Demon Slaughter Lord in the sky, the Taisui God on the ground.

The Taisui God Body is the number one divine body of Jingyang Mountain, and is among the top in the entire Eastern Continent, whether it is the physique or various magical powers.

At this moment, he felt something in his heart, and his eyes swept across. The hundreds of pleasure boats were divided in two like being cut by a divine sword amidst countless exclamations.

Amidst the rumbling vibrations, a small raft drifted along the waves, slowly approaching.

Many people looked back and saw an old man with white hair and white eyebrows, his back slightly hunched, slowly raising his eyebrows on the raft.