Chapter 41 Ancestor?!

Accompanying the sounds of shock and trembling, from the vast back mountain of Wangquan, from secluded and hidden places, emerged figures, some calm, some ethereal, some domineering, and some cold.

Shadow upon shadow, they seemed to fill the entire Wangquan Dao mountain gate.

In an instant, sword qi crisscrossed the summit of Wangquan Mountain, illuminating tens of thousands of miles with cold light.

Even experts of the Divine Meridian realm, separated by several prefectures, were startled by the sword qi, stunned and speechless, not knowing what had happened.

"Grandmaster Lin? Martial Uncle Wang? Secretary Zhang? ... They, they're still alive?"

"Heavens! Grandmaster Jia, wasn't he the closed-door disciple of Grandmaster Taibai in his later years? He, is he still alive?"

"Martial Uncle Wang, he, he's also still alive, the old man!"

"Heavens, I saw the twenty-third generation Grandmaster, he's actually alive, it's been a thousand years?!"

Hundreds of figures came together, their combined aura pressing down, causing many Wangquan Dao disciples to pale in horror. Many of them were rumored to have passed away long ago.

They were all once Sword Masters, each one a master of profound techniques. When they were alive, they were each other's only rivals, with no opponents in the world.

But it was rumored that after the Wangquan Sword departed, they had all retired, said to be nearing the end of their lives. But who could have imagined that they were still alive?

Many of them had already exceeded five hundred years of age, yet they were still alive?

"Grandmaster!"

The disciples of Wangquan Dao were in an uproar, shocked, and then bowed down, calling out to their grandmasters.

Qi Kong, below Wangquan Mountain, almost had his scalp explode.

"These old things, they're all still alive?"

Qi Kong was stunned and dazed, a little confused for a moment.

Vaguely, he thought of an ancient Jianghu rumor. It was said that Li Taibai had confronted King Zhuanlun, and returned to Wangquan Dao with the prestige of being the best in the world. Deeming himself invincible, he wanted to break through the Heavenly Gate, but was suppressed by the joint efforts of many grandmasters.

He had originally thought it was just a rumor, but now that he thought about it, it might not be impossible. With so many experts who had dominated an era joining forces, Li Taibai could only grit his teeth and accept it...

In front of him, the two black-clothed youths had green faces, as if they had eaten dead flies.

"Could it be, could it be that the legend is true?"

The Sword-Holding Boy spoke, not even noticing that his voice was trembling. This was an extremely incredible thing for a swordsman, and a top swordsman at that.

"Legend has it that after the Wangquan Ancestor went into seclusion, he left behind an unparalleled secret technique. People within it can travel in dreams, greatly slowing down the passage of life. Therefore, the back mountain of Wangquan hides all the Wangquan Sword Masters, Wangquan Daoists, and many experts of Wangquan Dao from the past three thousand years. Could this legend be true?"

The Saber-Carrying Boy's face also changed. Because he was too shocked, his voice was a little sharp.

The Wangquan Sword chooses a master every hundred years. Each generation has the Wangquan Seven Sons plus a Wangquan Daoist, which makes eight people. Eight people every hundred years, plus the disciples of Wangquan Dao who did not inherit the Wangquan Sword. It is very likely that each generation has more than ten people who surpass the Divine Meridian realm!

How terrifying was this?

Wangquan Dao has been established for three thousand three hundred years!

Even if only the grandmasters of the last thousand years were alive, there would be hundreds of experts who surpassed the Divine Meridian realm and stepped into the ninth level of the Celestial Human realm!

Looking at the world, the total number of non-Wangquan Dao experts in the past three thousand years is probably not more than them!

What's more, looking at the shadowy and powerful figures, there were probably more than a hundred people.

"Good, good, a Wangquan Dao..."

Qi Kong's body swayed slightly, unable to describe his feelings at this moment.

He had gathered momentum on the ten-thousand-zhang snow mountain for thirty years, comprehending the dual mastery of saber and sword, and the Seven Kills of Heaven and Earth. He was about to pay a visit to Wangquan, in order to ascend to the pinnacle of the Celestial Human realm.

He never expected that this Wangquan Dao would be so deeply hidden!

With such a powerful foundation, how could King Zhuanlun have pushed Wangquan Dao to the brink?

What happened to Wangquan choosing a master and not living long?

Liar, King Zhuanlun is a liar.

Wangquan Dao is also a liar...

"Heavens!"

The wine patrons and martial artists who had chased after him in Yangxiao Hall were all stunned when they saw the golden light as brilliant as the sun descending, and heard the shouts coming from the mountain peak.

Just a moment ago, they were still listening to the legend of this Grandmaster in the city. Now, were they going to witness the legend?

"Master, we..."

The two boys looked at Qi Kong with complicated expressions.

Qi Kong was the most talented person in the Chiyun Kingdom in thousands of years. He reached the Yin-Yang Limit at a young age, and then advanced all the way with great strides. He had no rivals in the world.

The current Wangquan Sword Master has not yet been chosen, and the previous Wangquan Sword Master does not have the divine weapon in hand. It can be said that the timing, geographical advantages, and human harmony are all in his favor. But he did not expect to encounter such a thing.

Qi Kong stared deeply at the Wangquan Mountain peak, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Con! Tin! UE! To! Visit! The! Mountain!"

He inherited the legacy of King Zhuanlun, and traveled the world without any resistance. He had gathered momentum at the summit of the snow mountain for thirty years, and had come from the eight thousand miles of wind and snow in Chiyun. There was no turning back.

If he retreated, his Dao would collapse, and there would be no way forward. Even if he possessed the Zhuanlun Rebirth Technique, there would be no possibility of surpassing his current life.

He would rather die on Wangquan Mountain than retreat!

As soon as he said this, Qi Kong felt infinite pressure rising in front of him, as if the entire three-thousand-zhang Wangquan Mountain was pressing down, and he seemed about to be crushed to pieces in the next moment.

But he was determined not to retreat, and stubbornly endured the pressure on his body and the double pressure in his heart, stepped past the two boys, walked past the Sword Unbinding Stone, and climbed up the secluded forest path, step by step.

Stepping, climbing!

Three thousand zhang, for the Divine Meridian realm, could be crossed in a few finger snaps. For those who had embarked on the path of Celestial Human, it could be reached in an instant. But this road, Qi Kong felt as if he had walked for a lifetime.

The pressure from the mountain peak flowed down like mountains and rivers. With each step, his heart seemed to be struck by a sledgehammer.

By the time he reached the mountain peak, he, who had long been immune to the cold and heat, felt sweat pouring down like slurry, his clothes soaked, and his feet were a little weak.

"Hoo!"

He exhaled a long breath. The fatigue of his body could not compare to the sublimation of his state of mind. On the way here, he felt a transformation as if he was reborn.

"I..."

He slowly raised his head, about to speak, but couldn't help but be stunned.

He saw hundreds of powerful figures lined up in front of the mountain gate, completely ignoring his arrival. All their attention was focused on the statue in front of the mountain gate.

That was... Wangquan Ancestor, An Qisheng?

What had alarmed these old monsters? Could it be...

As he trembled in his heart, a change suddenly occurred.

Buzz~

The golden clouds and霞, dyed by the divine light, spread out, seeming to have spread to the entire world.

Then, it flowed back, setting off a stormy wave, sweeping across the three-thousand-zhang Wangquan Mountain.

The momentum was vast, and the world was darkened.

"This is..."

Qi Kong's heart trembled wildly.

He saw the rolling clouds and霞, and the divine light flowed back, like thousands of dragons of divine light, all submerged into the tall statue.

Whoosh~

Then, the statue opened its eyes.

Boom!

The statue was clearly facing away from him, but Qi Kong clearly saw the process, the process of the statue opening its eyes.

In an instant, his mind was agitated, like thunder exploding.

Wangquan Ancestor An Qisheng, actually, actually hadn't died either?!!

At this moment, Qi Kong's hands and feet were cold, his body trembled slightly, and he felt a bone-chilling chill.

But at this moment, no one cared about him anymore.

At the moment the statue opened its eyes, the Wangquan Seven Sons of past generations, the Wangquan Daoists of past generations, and the many disciples of Wangquan Dao, all knelt on the ground, shouting in unison like a tsunami:

"We respectfully welcome the Ancestor's return!"

"We respectfully welcome the Ancestor's return!"

"We respectfully welcome the Ancestor's return!"

The huge voice echoed through the heavens and earth like an empty valley, spreading hundreds of miles, thousands of miles. Almost the entire Feng Prefecture, tens of millions of people could hear it.

Wangquan Dao,

The Ancestor returns!

On the mountain and below the mountain, inside and outside the city, inside and outside the prefecture, countless people heard the howling like a mountain collapsing, all shocked beyond words.

In Wangquan Dao, predecessors are all called Shizu (martial grand uncle), but only two can be called Zushi (ancestor/founder).

Looking at the golden light rippling across the sky, and the trembling statues in temples everywhere in the city, the identity of the person everyone was calling out to was self-evident.

The founder of Wangquan Dao, the supreme grandmaster, An Qisheng!

......

Only faith cannot be ignored. Where the heart goes, nothing is impossible.

In an instant of trance, An Qisheng's divine will fell from the nine heavens, and the stars and clouds came into view. Vast information poured into his heart in an instant.

The changes of three thousand years, the enormous changes that were almost as vast as the changing of the seas, entered his mind in an instant.

The various kingdoms use laws to govern the people, and Wangquan uses the sword to govern the kingdom. The Wangquan Sword is replaced every hundred years to restrain the Wangquan Daoists.

Even if there are injustices in the world, there are no more famines everywhere, no more chickens crowing for thousands of miles, no more people dying in the wild, and no more evil dogs preying on corpses.

What he once thought and envisioned has become a reality today.

Opening his eyes again,

Were countless disciples and grandchildren shouting for the Ancestor.

From Qi Meridian to Divine Meridian, from Taiyin Limitless to Yin-Yang Limitless, everything was used. The prosperity of Wangquan Dao was a thousand times greater than before.

Of all the resources in the world, Wangquan alone occupies ninety percent, and has shared the remaining ten percent with the world since ancient times.

The prosperity of Wangquan has become invincible in the world.

"Ancestor!"

Some old men were in tears, and young people carefully raised their heads to look, their expressions filled with excitement and longing.

Wangquan Mountain, which was once no more than a hundred zhang high, is now three thousand four hundred zhang high, and it increases by one zhang every year. The mountains and rivers gather, and one day, Wangquan will reach the sky!

If that day comes, the Heavenly Gate will be the gate of Wangquan Dao. All inside the gate are celestials, and inside and outside are all living beings!

All the heroes of the world will enter the Southern Heavenly Gate.

On this day, the world was shaken.

The various prefectures of Feng Kingdom, the Chiyun Kingdom, the Jinlang Kingdom, and the various overseas islands, all those who learned of it were shaken in their hearts.

Then, countless martial artists flocked to Wangquan Mountain.

........

Hoo~

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, the divine light slightly brighter, then dimmed.

With the strength of his current divine will, he actually felt a sense of fatigue from the inside out, like a child who has played for several days and nights without sleep. Once the excitement has passed, he becomes drowsy.

Even with the three thousand years of preparation by Wangquan Dao, with the accurate anchor point, with the transformation of the responsive altar, and with an almost immortal and indestructible Heavenly Fate Great Demon Ghost as support,

It was still a bit勉强(mian qiang, forced/reluctant).

But the dim gaze could not conceal the joy in his heart, because as he opened his eyes, the statue in front of him had also undergone a huge change. Vaguely, it already had three parts humanity and seven parts divinity.

This meant that this statue had already connected to the Jiu Fu Realm!

He had succeeded.