Chapter 171 Cut the Dao

The cultivation system of the Myriad Yang Realm was the strongest An Qisheng had seen across all the realms. Second to that was the cultivation system of the Youlin Great World, which he had learned from the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child.

The latter might have a higher ceiling because it connected to the Witch God Realm, but at the same level, it was far inferior to the Myriad Yang Realm.

Conforming to heaven makes a man, defying it makes an immortal.

The cultivators of this realm all defied heaven.

They seized the essence of heaven and earth to perfect themselves. This path reached its peak at the Dongtian (Heavenly Cave) realm.

Subsequently, the Tribulation of the Dongtian arose.

From the emergence of the Dongtian realm until now, from Dongtian to Supreme, none could avoid it.

Of course, as early as when the True Form realm appeared in ancient times, this tribulation had already existed. Seizing the essence of heaven and earth would inevitably incur the backlash of heaven and earth.

This was the case with the True Form realm of the past, the Spiritual Appearance realm that followed, and now the Tribulation of the Dongtian.

This tribulation, which could arrive at any moment, would not diminish in danger due to the improvement of one's cultivation and strength. It forced the cultivators of this realm to be at their peak at all times.

Moreover, they had to become stronger and stronger!

Otherwise, they would die!

Because of this, the speed of cultivation in this realm was astonishing even in the eyes of the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child. Moreover, they were powerful in the art of battle to an unbelievable degree.

"You want to trigger my Tribulation of the Dongtian?"

At this moment, Qian Shisi could not help but change color.

Cultivators had tribulations, but the only one that could make someone like him change color was the Tribulation of the Dongtian.

Any cultivator, even a Supreme, could only be fearless of the Tribulation of the Dongtian at their peak. No cultivator could not be wary of this tribulation.

"That's right."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, without any concealment, "I am very interested in the formation of the Tribulation of the Dongtian."

"You are courting death."

Qian Shisi responded in a deep voice.

Throughout history, countless geniuses and heroes had created countless methods to avoid, overcome, and break the Tribulation of the Dongtian.

However, any method of breaking the tribulation could only break it temporarily, not for a lifetime. And once it was overcome, one would face an even more violent Tribulation of the Dongtian.

Gradually, the Tribulation of the Dongtian had become a taboo.

He had not expected that this Yuanyang Daoist would think of using himself as a sacrifice to experiment with the Tribulation of the Dongtian.

"The Nine Realms and Ten Steps. The wisdom of the predecessors is vast and flawless, but in the end, those who are too perfect will be envied by heaven."

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly, "This is a method against the heavens."

A perfect method would inevitably be envied by heaven. This did not mean that heaven and earth would be jealous, but rather that all power was truly attributed to oneself, without flaw or leakage, perfect to the extreme.

Then, it would inevitably lead to heaven and earth losing their sense of connection.

Even when a person died like a extinguished lamp, all kinds of aura returned to the void, and everything between heaven and earth remained unchanged.

In other words, people did not like the extra 'tumor' in their body, even if this 'tumor' might be benign and originally belonged to them.

Hearing An Qisheng's words, Qian Shisi's expression moved, and the anger in his heart subsided a lot, but his face was still cold: "We cultivators have been defying heaven and seizing life since ancient times. What is wrong with that?"

"There is nothing wrong."

An Qisheng shook his head.

There was no high or low in the Dao. If it worked, then it was good. He did not think there was anything wrong with this method, and even thought this cultivation method was extremely amazing.

Whether defying heaven or conforming to heaven, there was no high or low, no right or wrong.

It was just that this method of cultivation was too difficult and too painful.

Qian Shisi looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"However, if there could be some slight changes, it would always be better." An Qisheng looked at the void, his eyes deep.

The Dongtian was of no benefit to heaven, so calamities would descend.

If it was changed, perhaps not only would the tribulation be eliminated, but there would be unexpected effects.

"You want to become the Great Heavenly Lord, and open up the Tenth Realm, the Twelfth Step?"

Qian Shisi's eyes narrowed. He wanted to laugh, but he was also somewhat shocked.

"What Great Heavenly Lord?"

An Qisheng smiled dumbly: "Honorific titles are given by others, not self-proclaimed. I do my own thing, so why would I care about those?"

Supreme, Holy Emperor, Heavenly Lord, Great Heavenly Lord, Saint, Divine Saint... Such titles were all respectful names given by later generations to those who were enlightened, to those who had not yet attained the Dao.

How could you do it just because you said you would?

What was called the perfect man had no self, the divine man had no merit, and the sage had no name. That was all.

"What do you want to do?" Qian Shisi did not underestimate the white-haired Daoist in front of him, and even a trace of curiosity rose in his heart.

Regardless of this person's origin, to be able to cultivate to such a realm in today's world was already a heaven-shaking talent.

Although he did not think he could do anything.

But it did not prevent him from having a trace of interest.

"If cultivation is about seizing life from the heavens, then, it might as well be changed..."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, his expression calm:

"Use the method of conforming to heaven to do the things of defying heaven,

Intercept the Dao of Heaven!"

......

Whoosh~

A cold wind blew all night, and Tianjiao City was covered in silver, all things withered, and vitality returned to the earth.

However, Tianjiao City was extremely lively.

Today marked one hundred days since Emperor Tianding's departure. The Fourth Prince, Li Siyuan, had just ascended the throne with the support of many ministers and princes,

And changed the dynasty's name to 'Tianshou' (Heavenly Longevity).

During these hundred days, many people, including the Fourth Prince and the Fourteenth Princess, had come to request an audience with An Qisheng more than once.

The latter insisted on not accepting, so the Fourth Prince, now the Emperor Tianshou, had only just ascended the throne.

Dang~

Dang~

Dang~

In the nine districts of Tianjiao City, bells echoed, and bursts of vigorous blood energy erupted, scattering the wind and snow that filled the city.

In the middle of winter, the city was warm.

Heat rose into the air, stirring up rolling snowflakes and cold winds, which condensed into large pieces of ice crystals in the sky, and then turned into rain and fell, but before it could fall into the city, it had already dissipated.

The change of the ruler of a country was naturally no small matter. For the many people of Tianjiao City, it was even more so.

Emperor Tianding had sat in Tianjiao City for a thousand years, and there were naturally people who appreciated his kindness.

After the hundred-day memorial ceremony, it evolved into support for the new monarch.

In the midst of a lively street, An Qisheng strolled along.

During these hundred days, he had not been in seclusion, but in addition to the necessary inhalation of purple energy every day, he had instructed Zhu Dahai in his practice, and 'discussed the Dao' with Qian Shisi in the Dongtian.

He was slowly digesting what he had gained.

The method of entering dreams had many limitations, making it difficult to be as omniscient as when he was in the Jiufu Realm, but his gains over the past three years had also been enormous.

Especially the inheritance contained in the twelve Marquis-Sealing Spiritual Treasures.

The inheritance of twelve Returning to One Realm powerhouses, even if there were differences from the cultivation methods of this world, was also a great wealth.

Any one inheritance could create a sect. Twelve inheritances had surpassed the nine inheritances of the Taiyi Sect in number.

Not to mention the 'Taiyi Xuanmen Nine Transformations Skill' that An Qisheng had obtained from the 'Gate of All Wonders'.

The harvest was huge, so it was natural to 'digest' it more carefully and cautiously.

This was the first time he had gone out in a hundred days.

It was also in response to the invitation of the former Fourth Prince, now the Emperor Tianshou.

"The change of imperial power, the flow of fortune, after all, it is a millennium dynasty with a foundation."

Feeling the changes in the city's fortune, An Qisheng's heart stirred slightly.

One person's luck was qi, and a country's qi was fortune.

The former was fate, and the latter was the will of the people. National fortune was vague and illusory, but it was actually real.

In a country with fortune, even in difficult times, there would be people who could turn the tide, and perhaps extend the country's fortune.

A dynasty with scattered fortune might encounter disasters in its prosperous times, or a昏聩(昏聩: muddle-headed, fatuous) ruler, or a minister who wielded power, or a people who disrupted the law, or a妖(妖: bewitching) who brought disaster to the country.

"Candy, candy."

Zhu Dahai held a bunch of candies, feeding them one by one to the little chick that seemed to have grown a little, his movements were rough, making the latter roll its eyes.

Fortunately, this little chick was a little stronger than before, otherwise it would not have been able to withstand Zhu Dahai's now more powerful body.

Under more than two years of guidance, Zhu Dahai, this natural 'reverted ancestor' bloodline owner, had also grown rapidly in strength.

Although limited by his intelligence, he had not entered the Myriad Dharma Realm, his body was much stronger than before.

Among those of the same rank, there would not be many in the entire East Continent who could compare with him in terms of pure strength.

Today, Tianjiao City was extremely lively, and there were naturally more stalls.

Selling medicinal materials, elixirs, privately selling remnants of cultivation techniques, hawking spirit beast meat, spirit rice, spirit plants, and spirit herbs, were all available.

An Qisheng had not been in contact with the atmosphere of the mortal world for a long time. Walking among them, he felt a different kind of emotion in his heart.

It seemed that the more cultivators cultivated, the less human they became.

In fact, it was not that the human flavor had faded, but that they no longer had the same state of mind as before. Even An Qisheng now found it difficult to have the same state of mind as he once had.

Once upon a time, a child who could be happy for half a day with a串糖葫芦(chuàn tánghúlu: candied hawthorn on a stick) would ultimately only remain in the past.

"Oh?"

Just as he passed through the Eighth District and came to the Ninth District, An Qisheng's heart stirred.

His eyes moved slightly and landed on a stall in the corner of the roadside.

The stall was only the size of a dining table, and the stall owner was an old man who was not very well-dressed and looked a little sloppy.

This old man had dark eye sockets that were a little scary. At first glance, it looked like there were two big holes in his face, which was quite eye-catching.

From time to time, pedestrians stopped in front of the stall, but every time they asked a question, they would leave cursing.

An Qisheng glanced at the stall, and there were hundreds of long and short knives of different styles and materials, with varying qualities, scattered on it.

Some were sharp and revealed their sharpness, making people feel chills even through the scabbards, while others did not even have scabbards, and their bodies were covered in rust.

At this time, a young man was shaking his head and cursing as he left: "A broken knife, asking me for thirty Tianding Pills, you're really crazy!"

"Alas, the young people nowadays have no patience at all."

The old man was a little fat, and he put his hands in his sleeves and shook his head repeatedly: "They have no patience, and they can't even recognize the words?"

An Qisheng glanced at the side of the stall, where there was a small flag, on which were written eight large characters in a flamboyant style:

"Price depends on the person, can be bought on credit."

"Interesting."

An Qisheng casually pinched a treasure sword from the stall that shimmered like autumn water, and asked lightly, "What is the price of this sword?"