Chapter 1 Royal Authority Dao!

Jiu Fu Realm!

Feeling the vast sea of memories and information in his heart, An Qisheng felt a sigh of emotion.

The past flickered across his mind like water on a clear mirror.

Zhang Hao Hao, Zhang Ting Ting, Tie Shan, Yan Kai Yu, Liu Ming, Bai Xian'er, Li Ling, Huangfu, Sun En, Pang Wan Yang, Yan Kuang Tu, Mu Qing Feng, Yi Xiu, King Chariot, Han Chang Gong, Yun Hai Tian, Yun Dong Liu, Fan Zi Min...

All the people and events flashed through his mind.

Ever since he learned about the universe replacement, he had been contemplating.

If, as he expected, the Xuanxing universe was approaching other universes, and one day would collide and merge like the Huangtian Realm and the Human Realm, what should he do?

And the result was only one: if that day was destined to come, then he had to choose who would come and which world would come!

If he couldn't change the result, he would change the process!

This was one of his attempts...

Buzz~

As the runes, like stars dotted in the starry sky, radiated light, An Qisheng's divine will suddenly plunged into the light sphere imprinted with world information.

Or rather, into the anchor point.

And from beginning to end, the Dao Yi Diagram in the depths of his soul remained motionless.

......

Among all the countries, Feng was the best.

Among the states of Feng, Maple was the leader, even the Feng State, where the ancient capital of three thousand years was located, could not compare.

Because the land of Fengzhou was the Dao arena of the world's leader, Wang Quan Dao, and the location of its ancestral court.

The three-thousand-year-old Maple State had only one city left, named Nanliang, which was also the number one city in the world, covering an area of three thousand miles and a population of more than forty million.

The land where the city was built had already moved mountains forward, and peerless swordsmen crossed the sky to draw their swords, cutting out twelve heavenly trenches, leading to nine major rivers and three major rivers.

Therefore, it was also known as the Twelve Great Dragons surrounding Nanliang.

Products from the Golden Wolf Kingdom, the Great Yan Kingdom, the Red Cloud Kingdom, the Sea Tower Kingdom, and the Ding Kingdom were all available here, and the wealth of the world converged in this city.

This city was the ultimate realm of humanity!

And in Nanliang City, among the thousands of buildings, Yangxiao Hall was the leader. The hundred-zhang Yangxiao Hall had become a place that countless people yearned for over the past thousands of years.

Many martial arts heroes, literati, and chivalrous men had left behind stories that were sung throughout the world.

Pa!

The gavel struck heavily, and the entire hall shook.

In Yangxiao Hall, an old man in a green shirt stood in front of a table, his words flowing like a river: "The story continues from the previous chapter! It is said that in the past! In the last episode, it was said that heroes gathered in front of the chivalrous gate, and a white-clothed, red-horse figure came in a cloud of dust!"

The old man had a long beard and a red face, his eyes were shining, and his voice was neither high nor low, but it happened to reach the ears of the thousands of guests in Yangxiao Hall, which showed that his internal strength was quite good.

However, many heroes in the hall did not buy it, and many people shouted loudly.

"Old Brother Han, you have told this story not ten thousand times, but eight thousand times. Why don't we change it?"

Someone even threw out a gold cloud treasure, which flew like lightning, but fell lightly on the table in front of the old man, showing his profound control of internal strength, which made many people secretly applaud.

"If it were someone else, this old man would definitely not pay attention to it, but since it is Brother Wang, then there is naturally no problem."

The storyteller's eyes lit up, he skillfully put away the gold ingot, cupped his hands, and said, "I wonder what Brother Wang would like to hear? Old Han has been telling stories for thirty years, and I have a few of my best episodes left. You can choose one or two."

With money in hand, of course, it was easy to talk.

"Brother Wang, listen carefully!"

The old man struck the table with the gavel and said loudly: "'Ten thousand horses are silent on the snowfield, the Ancestral Master tries his hand to suppress a thousand troops,' 'The desert wind and sand are fierce, Wang Quan hunts heroes,'

'In Fengdu City, the Ancestral Master subdues the dragon,'

'The Lords of War gather, Divine Sword Twenty-Three,'

'The divine fire in the Eight Trigrams Furnace is fierce, and the Heavenly Human Divine Weapon transforms into Wang Quan,'

'The Ancestral Master's words are the law of the world, and Wang Quan can be the teacher of the world,' 'All countries use the law to shepherd the people, but I use the sword to shepherd the country'..."

The old man's voice was extremely deep and rhythmic, and when he spoke at this time, it could be described as vivid.

However, many people in the hall still shook their heads repeatedly, complaining in their hearts.

They had heard the legends of Wang Quan's Ancestral Master not ten thousand times, but eighty thousand times, and it could even be said that no one in the world, from emperors and generals to peddlers and hawkers, was not familiar with them.

If you randomly pulled someone on the street, they could eloquently tell many legends of Wang Quan's Ancestral Master. Although the old man's storytelling was vivid and his level was extremely high, it was a pity that everyone had heard it too many times.

"Old Brother Han, there are too many things passed down from your Ancestral Master in the world. We all yearn for the legends of Wang Quan's Ancestral Master, but we have heard them too many times, haven't we? Why don't you tell us about the current world?"

The middle-aged man who threw the gold ingot could not help but stand up and cupped his hands as he spoke.

The blessings of a nobleman will be cut off after five generations. In theory, the legends of Wang Quan's Ancestral Master should not have been able to spread for so long and so widely. However, three thousand years ago, Wang Quan Dao had a staunch follower of Wang Quan's Ancestral Master.

That rainbow fart was so well-placed that it lasted for three thousand three hundred years, making him the number one person in ancient and modern times.

That person was called Fan Zi Min, and he was the ancestral master of all storytellers in the world. For more than three thousand years, the first thing anyone in the world who wanted to make a living as a storyteller had to do was to tell stories about Wang Quan Dao for ten years.

Otherwise, they would not be able to hold this bowl of rice steady!

"This..."

The storyteller was slightly hesitant.

"Old Brother?"

The middle-aged man threw out another ingot of gold, which made everyone secretly click their tongues. How amazing was the purchasing power of an ingot of gold?

It was only in this Yangxiao Hall. If it were in other places, it would be enough to hire a storyteller for a year and a half.

"Then, let's talk about something else?"

The storyteller accepted the gold, thinking that he had almost completed his storytelling task for this year, so he no longer hesitated: "In that case, let's talk about the Red Cloud Kingdom!"

Pa!

Before telling the story, the gavel struck the table.

"Wang Quan's sword hangs over all the countries, and there has been no war for three thousand years! Speaking of which, in the Golden Wolf Kingdom, there is a martial arts sect with a three-thousand-year inheritance, the Wheel Temple!

It is said that the Wheel Temple has supreme secret methods that can be compared to Wang Quan Dao's 'Heavenly Wheel Transformation Method.' Of course, it is said that that secret method was also spread out from my, cough cough, Wang Quan Dao."

"Oh ho! Old Brother, you let something slip?"

Someone in the hall called out.

The storyteller smiled and didn't care. He said loudly, "Speaking of that Wheel Temple, three thousand years ago, a genius was born, named King Chariot. Those who have heard the *Wang Quan Biography* should also know that that's right, it's that King Chariot!"

"Although that King Chariot was defeated by the Ancestral Master, the Ancestral Master pitied his talent and let him return. Unexpectedly, that King Chariot was truly a genius. When his foundation was completely destroyed, he actually comprehended the Wheel Rebirth Method! He was reborn after a hundred years!"

"Reborn?!"

As soon as these two words came out, the entire hall was in an uproar, and the middle-aged man also gasped, feeling that his gold was well spent.

Human life is limited. Even a Divine Meridian expert can only live for five hundred years. This is still the case now. It is said that the Divine Meridian experts three thousand years ago only lived for three hundred years!

Even Wang Quan Dao's amazingly talented Ancestral Master, who opened up the Nine Heavens of Celestial Being above the Divine Meridian, only lived for a thousand years.

People will eventually die.

Rebirth is naturally the most attractive word.

"That's right, the Wheel Rebirth Method is also recorded in Wang Quan Dao now!"

A Wang Quan Dao outer disciple's eyes glowed: "It is said that inner disciples can choose various methods to cultivate. I have heard people talk about this technique!"

With the endorsement of a Wang Quan Dao disciple, everyone's enthusiasm was even higher, and it did not return to normal until the gavel struck again.

"Everyone, don't be noisy. Just listen carefully! It is said that King Chariot was reborn one hundred years after his defeat. At that time, it was precisely when Wang Quan's Eight Sons were competing for the position of Wang Quan Daoist. The heroes of the world were terrified.

That King Chariot encountered Wang Quan's Eight Sons at their peak. Even though he was also a genius, he was no match for them. In the end, he died at the hands of Zhang Ting, the second-generation Wang Quan Daoist and the Ancestral Master's direct disciple.

And this opened up the three thousand three hundred years of grievances between King Chariot and Wang Quan Dao!"

Speaking of this, the storyteller himself was immersed in it, and all the spectators were also listening with surging emotions, unable to control themselves, sometimes sighing, sometimes wringing their wrists, sometimes beating their chests and stamping their feet, and sometimes shouting loudly.

After only half an hour of storytelling, thousands of pounds of wine had been drunk, which made the shopkeeper smile.

"...That King Chariot grew stronger as he aged. He was reborn time and time again, cultivated to great success time and time again, accumulated generation after generation, until the ninth time, he finally reached an unprecedented peak!

The power of nine lifetimes actually overlapped, and he cultivated a world-shaking martial art. At that time, the Wang Quan Sword had already disappeared into the world, seeking a new generation of Wang Quan Sword Master. That King Chariot came with his world-shaking martial arts, and Wang Quan Dao fell into an unprecedented crisis..."

The storyteller's expression was solemn, immersed in it, feeling that he was the contemporary Wang Quan Daoist, facing the King Chariot, who had cultivated unparalleled martial arts with the nine lifetimes of Celestial Being cultivation:

"At this time, a young man rode a donkey to Fengzhou, inheriting the two thousand years of luck of Wang Quan Dao, and was born out of nowhere, sweeping nineteen states with a single sword!"

Boom!

Like adding fuel to the fire, like a thunderclap, the huge Yangxiao Hall, with its many floors, and thousands of drinkers, were all boiling!

"Li Taibai!"

"Poetry, painting, color, sword, and wine, the most contented in the world!"

"Eternal elegance, only Taibai!"

"The second in eternity, Ancestral Master Taibai!"

Yangxiao Hall was hollow in the middle and round, with thirty-eight floors rising layer by layer, and thousands of drinkers were all ignited at once.

Wang Quan Dao has been passed down to this day for three thousand three hundred years. A generation of Wang Quan Daoists is born every hundred years, and a generation of Wang Quan Seven Sons is born every hundred years. Geniuses and outstanding people emerge one after another.

However, there is only one person who is called by his name, rather than Wang Quan Daoist.

That is Li Taibai!

The second in eternity, Li Taibai, who can be compared with Wang Quan!

He ignited the five energies in his chest, condensed the three flowers on his head, and opened up the Nine Heavens of Celestial Being above the Divine Meridian, paving the way for future generations. His merit is so great that in ten thousand years, no one can compare with him except Wang Quan's Ancestral Master.

Moreover, compared to Wang Quan Ancestral Master's self-discipline, there are countless romantic affairs about this Ancestral Master Li, and his love history is still talked about with great relish.

At this point, there was no need for the storyteller to say anything. A group of drinkers were discussing and talking about nothing but Li Taibai.

Because no matter what kind of expert, if they meet Li Taibai, there will only be one ending.

"Li Taibai..."

Just as the noise was raging, a cold snort came, shaking the entire Yangxiao Hall.

The thirty-eight floors of Yangxiao Hall, thousands of drinkers, regardless of their internal strength or martial arts level, felt their minds buzzing and their hearts shaking wildly when they heard this cold snort. They only felt their blood flowing backwards and their hearts almost being shaken out of their throats.

Expert!

A great expert!

Yangxiao Hall was silent, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, it was only a moment. Everyone looked in horror at the entrance of Yangxiao Hall.

There were two twin youths dressed in black, wearing long knives, and with indifferent and cold expressions.

One of them spoke.

"The Two or Three of Red Cloud?!"

Seeing the people who came, the storyteller's pupils shrank, and a monstrous wave rose in his heart.

It is said that the Two or Three of Red Cloud are geniuses who are born once in a thousand years in the Red Cloud Kingdom. One practices the saber, and the other practices the sword. They have challenged experts from various sects since they were ten years old. At the age of thirty, they have both cultivated the Taiyin Wuji.

The two have even had a record of fighting the Yin-Yang Wuji Grandmaster to a draw when they joined forces, and they can be said to be the most outstanding among the younger generation.

And even more terrifying is the person behind them.

Baiyi Qi Kong (White-Clothed Qi Kong).

A peerless genius who cultivated the Yin-Yang Wuji at a young age and stepped onto the Nine Heavens of Celestial Being, and was called the Second Wang Quan and the Reborn Taibai by the Red Cloud Kingdom!

The Two or Three of Red Cloud are Qi Kong's servants. One carries his saber, and the other holds his sword.

Ding Ling Ling~

The wind blows the copper bell, and a white figure enters the eye, and a person arrives like smoke and clouds.

Standing outside Yangxiao Hall.

No one could see how he came, as if he had been standing there since ancient times. Scattered sunlight poured into Yangxiao Hall from behind him, but it did not even illuminate his shadow.

Standing upright without a shadow!

"Good work, should be rewarded!"

His voice was like a clear spring flowing, and his words were like the wind blowing camel bells. It was like the desert wind and sand and the small bridge and flowing water appearing at the same time. An indescribable voice echoed in Yangxiao Hall:

"A'er, A'san, what do you say?"

"Whatever the master says is right."

The two identical black-clothed youths responded in unison:

"It is, and it isn't."

"Let's go, let's go."

The person had not yet arrived, but had already gone far away. With the 'ding-dong' of the wind chimes, they gradually drifted away until they could not be heard.

Yangxiao Hall was dead silent. It was not until the sound of the wind chimes was far away that everyone woke up from their dreams. They looked at each other and were all drenched in cold sweat.

"Not good!"

The storyteller glanced at the two ingots of gold that had appeared on the table in front of him at some point. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when his expression changed drastically: "When Qi Kong comes, I'm afraid he's going to Wang Quan Mountain!"

Shocked, horrified!

The entire hall was shaken. Almost all of the thousands of drinkers also thought of something one after another. Suddenly, they swarmed down from their respective floors, filed out, and headed for Wang Quan Mountain outside Nanliang City.

They, who were chasing legends, were actually going to witness the legends!

White-clothed Qi Kong, riding a horse, traveled eighty thousand miles, wanting to challenge Wang Quan Dao!

This news shook the entire Feng State, the Great Feng Kingdom, and even the world at an unimaginable speed!

Countless people rushed over at the fastest speed, but the speed at which the news spread was not as fast as Qi Kong's speed.

When the setting sun had not yet fallen, Wang Quan Dao's mountain gate welcomed the strongest challenger in a thousand years since King Chariot.

"I wonder how many experts there are in Wang Quan Dao?"

Qi Kong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the peak of Wang Quan Mountain, and said loudly: "Qi Kong of Red Cloud, has come to pay his respects!"

The voice exploded, like thunder coming out of the mountains. The mighty sound waves instantly echoed through the sky, shaking Wang Quan Mountain, which was growing day by day and was now three thousand four hundred feet high.

Countless martial artists who were following far behind looked up in horror and saw the wind and clouds rolling in the sky, and the air waves were like mountains and seas, rolling across all directions. The momentum was so great that it could be heard for thousands of miles!

"Qi Kong is paying his respects?"

In Wang Quan Dao's mountain gate, which was towering and towering like standing in the clouds, a Daoist sat cross-legged in front of a Taiji diagram and slowly opened his eyes. A trace of ripples appeared in his deep, sea-like eyes:

"The Red Cloud genius who inherited the King Chariot's inheritance?"

As the Daoist murmured to himself, his heart suddenly shook. He stood up abruptly and looked at the Ancestral Master's statue in front of Wang Quan Dao's mountain gate, which had stood still for three thousand three hundred years despite the wind, frost, rain, and snow.

Suddenly, it shone brightly.

Buzz~~~

The divine light was like a pillar, and the brilliance that burst out in an instant dyed the sky and clouds into a golden hue. The indescribable aura suddenly leveled the layers of clouds.

The thundercloud storm caused by the change in the atmosphere high in the sky had not even approached before it was torn apart by the golden lights.

And, at almost the same time, hundreds of states in Dafeng, seven countries including Chiyun, countless cities, countless Taoist temples, and countless Wang Quan Ancestral Master statues all buzzed and vibrated.

Pillars of divine light like heavenly swords burst out, tearing through the sky and reaching straight into the sky.

In an instant, the world shook!

"The Ancestral Master is showing his holiness?"

The contemporary Wang Quan Daoist's aura erupted, and his heart was agitated.

"Hmm?!"

At the foot of Wang Quan Mountain, Qi Kong was looking into the distance. When he saw that aura, his eyes could not help but shake: "Is the contemporary Wang Quan Daoist so terrifying?"

This aura was like the sea and the sky, terrifying and vast beyond bounds. It was simply not something that could exist in the human world. It was said that the contemporary Wang Quan Daoist was only mediocre among the past Wang Quan Daoists. How could he be so powerful?

He couldn't help but feel a hint of hesitation in his heart, but he had already arrived here, and he had no reason to retreat.

Not only did he not retreat, but he also took a step forward and spoke again, his voice ten times louder: "Qi Kong of Red Cloud, has come to pay his respects!!!"

The sound waves surged over the mountain peak, shaking the clouds and mist.

But in the next instant, Qi Kong could no longer maintain his composure and turned pale.

Because, as the divine light illuminated the sky, hundreds of voices with different timbres, but equally powerful, suddenly echoed on the majestic mountain peak:

"Ancestral Master?!"