Chapter 1 A Sigh from Endless Time

The sigh was long and drawn out, seemingly transmitted from the endless river of time.

As An Qisheng's thoughts stirred, the words once engraved on the stone tablet above his heart sea blazed with light.

Heaven and earth were like a mirror, reflecting all things and all beings. The past, even if forgotten by countless people, still left traces within heaven and earth.

The essence of entering a dream was to perceive, capture, and then penetrate all that had once occurred in heaven and earth through these many traces.

Even to 'return' to the era where the trace was located.

In a sense, it was not far from traveling through time and space.

Buzz~

Waves rippled in the heart sea, and the rays of light stretched infinitely in An Qisheng's perception. The most minute details were magnified infinitely in his perception.

Dimly, he once again felt everything this word had experienced.

The rise and fall of this word in the heart sea... the moment it was peeled off from the stone tablet... the thousands of monotonous days it spent with the stone tablet...

Everything flashed in the light.

It seemed that time was flowing backward in his perception.

"Source produces substance, substance produces emptiness, emptiness produces time, time produces all things... Time, to some extent, is a variable, an extension of space..."

As An Qisheng's thoughts turned, the two thousand years of the stone tablet's existence flowed backward.

In an instant, he arrived two thousand years ago.

He saw the first person in the traces of this word, a Taoist in a white robe.

The Taoist, travel-worn and weary, came to this mountain peak from an unknown origin.

"Supreme..."

The Taoist stroked the stone tablet, his expression changing, filled with satisfaction and regret: "Heaven and earth are without immortals, even existences like the Supreme cannot achieve longevity..."

"My life is regrettable, born in such an era, but fortunate to be able to follow the Supreme's footsteps..."

His figure was thin, and his aura was weak, as if he had reached the end of his life.

At the end of his life, he incorporated the stone tablet into his own cave heaven and passed away within it.

"Useless Taoist..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered. Everything he saw had become slightly distorted. He could not clearly see the Taoist's face, but he could hear the Taoist's melancholy voice.

As a cultivator, knowing the path ahead but being unable to advance further due to changes in the world, the feeling could only be understood by oneself.

The years experienced by this stone tablet were very long. In more than two thousand years, there was not only the Useless Taoist.

There were also traces of other people.

Passing herbalists, hunters, rogue cultivators, and even cultivators with considerable strength...

However, no matter how the years flowed backward and the figures changed, there were no ripples in An Qisheng's heart.

Finally, his mind shook.

It was as if he had touched an invisible barrier and passed through it!

High mountains, flat valleys, grasslands, rivers, flowers, birds, and beasts...

Everything in the picture became vivid, and illusion became reality.

Whoosh~

In the breeze, An Qisheng stretched out his palm, feeling the void of this world. For a moment, he was also a little dazed.

With his current state of mind and cultivation, he could naturally see what was false, what was illusory, and what was real.

This was not the real past.

But it seemed no different from the real past.

Entering a dream of the Great Thousand, the Great Thousand entering a dream, the power of this 'Da Yi Divine Power' even at this time, made An Qisheng feel a sense of wonder.

A three-star Great Thousand Dream Entry was not enough to traverse time and space, but who knew how high the upper limit of this divine power was?

He could not help but feel a greater sense of awe for the 'Da Yi Diagram'.

"Time and space..."

An Qisheng murmured in his heart, already seeing a man and a beast walking unhurriedly below the high mountain.

The man was dressed in a green robe, his figure tall and slender, his aura empty and non-existent, as if he were not truly present, ethereal to the extreme, yet he truly existed.

Behind him, a small white bear with black and white fur, looking cute and clumsy, followed closely.

"As expected, it's you..."

Standing on the mountain peak, An Qisheng looked at the middle-aged scholar in a green robe walking up the mountain, a ripple arising in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see the peerless Demon Lord of the Everlasting Floating World again.

He saw him sitting on the mountain peak for forty years, lamenting the loneliness of the human world.

He saw him in the yellow sand of the desert, raising his cup and pointing out the country, sighing that all were inferior to his domineering aura.

He saw the brilliant light erupting from him as he burned everything and pursued what he sought in his heart...

And in the moment that An Qisheng lowered his eyes, the man in the green robe also almost simultaneously raised his face. His eyes, as light as clouds, reflected the scenery of the mountain peak and the flowing clouds in the sky.

They seemed empty, yet they seemed to see everything.

"Supreme, what are you looking at?" The cute and clumsy little white bear raised its head curiously, looking at the empty mountain peak, scratching its head with some curiosity.

"The affairs of the world are truly incomparably wonderful, unclear, unable to sort out..."

The middle-aged scholar with his hands behind his back sighed, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised melancholy: "You are not in the past, but in the future..."

"Who? Is it the person you have been looking for?"

The little white bear widened its eyes, but no matter how it looked, it could not find anything.

The Supreme's words about the past and the future were even more difficult to understand.

Could it be that the person the Supreme had been searching for had actually returned from the future to the present?

"Time flows endlessly forward, space exists without boundaries, it is not so difficult to understand that you are in the future..."

The middle-aged scholar muttered to himself, already arriving at the mountain peak.

Ten zhang apart, seeing Pang Wanyang again, the latter was already a generation Supreme who dominated the world, and was even known as one of the Ten Great Heavenly Venerates. (One zhang is approximately 3.3 meters)

"Pang Wanyang."

An Qisheng felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

But the realms were different, and he could clearly feel that he was not truly stepping into the past, and Pang Wanyang was not coming into contact with him.

The two seemed to be only ten zhang apart, but in reality, there was a gap of thirty thousand years of time and space between them. Taking a step forward would require an unimaginable price.

Entering a dream could see the past, and Pang Wanyang's divine will could spread for tens of thousands of years, but it still could not bridge the gap of time.

Whoosh~

The middle-aged scholar in the green robe stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe moving with the wind. His eyes contained the vicissitudes of time, as if he heard An Qisheng's words:

"Brother Dao, since our last farewell, thirty thousand years have passed..."

The flow of time in the various realms was different. For An Qisheng, it seemed to be only hundreds or thousands of years, but for him, it had already been thirty thousand years.

After a sigh, Pang Wanyang smiled again:

"But now, you can't beat me anymore."

An Qisheng could not help but smile.

He did not care much about winning or losing, and Pang Wanyang might not even care about what had happened in the past, but in this sentence, both of them seemed to be recalling the past.

The battle in the yellow sands of the Everlasting Floating World, in which both sides gained each other's inheritance, was the most thorough discussion of the Dao.

Similarly, the two also had a very deep understanding of each other.

However, compared to the past, Pang Wanyang at this time still had changes, from extreme domineering to being a little more gentle, even if it was only on the surface.

"Supreme, who are you talking to?"

The little white bear curiously hugged his leg, craning its neck to see something. Its bloodline was strong, and its strength was not weak with the Supreme's guidance.

But no matter how it concentrated its attention, it could not feel anything other than air, Yuan Qi, and spiritual energy.

"With a friend."

The middle-aged scholar stroked the little white bear's fur: "Go, find a stone tablet, not too big, but sturdy."

"Oh."

The little white bear scratched its head and disappeared from the mountain peak with a turn.

"Heaven and earth are not connected, what can be accommodated and what can be allowed are also different. I can feel your existence, but unfortunately, I still cannot communicate, discuss the Dao, or drink with you face to face..."

The middle-aged scholar sat cross-legged on the ground, like an ordinary person without any divine power manifestation, his green robe stained with the color of mud and weeds.

Returning to simplicity.

Ten zhang apart, An Qisheng also sat cross-legged, his expression calm with exploration.

Everything that Pang Wanyang said at this time still contained the mysteries within that word. However, unless An Qisheng could perceive it, it would only be a sigh.

An Qisheng was very clear that without the ability to enter a dream, his divine will would not be able to penetrate the words that Pang Wanyang had left tens of thousands of years ago.

However, what could make Pang Wanyang, who stood at the pinnacle and was invincible in his era, so afraid?

"In the battle of the Desert Sea, I obtained your Taiji essence to break the first line of the Heavenly Gate. I gained a lot and realized that the difficulty in opening the Heavenly Gate is also related to this 'Immortal Realm'..."

The middle-aged scholar spoke slowly, recalling the past.

From his entry into the Heavenly Gate, to his birth with the essence of the sun and moon, to being taken into the sect...

And the search for himself, which he glossed over lightly, but could still be heard.

"I see."

Pang Wanyang's words also resolved a doubt in An Qisheng's heart.

He had once calculated the trajectory of 'Sun En's' fate. Sun En should have been the first to shatter the void and ascend without his intervention.

And he should have fallen behind the Heavenly Gate.

He originally thought that there were enemies behind the Heavenly Gate, but it turned out to be related to the changes in the Myriad Yang Realm?

If so, then those weapon masters in the past records who shattered the void with Heavenly Human Divine Weapons, wouldn't they...

"...For the creatures of this realm, the world has changed greatly, and the laws of the Dao seem to be incomplete and disconnected, making it extremely unsuitable for cultivation. But for me and the later Yan Kuangtu,

This world is the real 'Immortal Realm'."

The middle-aged scholar said here, and once again looked at where An Qisheng was, his expression calm:

"...Although there were twists and turns along the way, I still reached the end of this world..."

His expression was flat, and he spoke lightly, as if his achievements were not worth boasting about, but were natural.

And in fact, for him, it was indeed so.

Before entering the Heavenly Gate, he had already found his own Dao foundation, and also obtained An Qisheng's Taiji mysteries. When he stepped out of the Heavenly Gate, he had already simultaneously cultivated the Taiyin Limitless and the Taiyang Limitless.

When he was born, he awakened the powerful bloodline of his body in this world.

With innate wisdom, and the inheritance left by the sages in the divine body bloodline, compared to his contemporaries, his advantages were more than a thousand times greater?

His starting point had already surpassed the end point of ninety-nine percent of the world's people.

The height he could reach would naturally be even higher.

"The end."

Listening to Pang Wanyang's narration, An Qisheng's expression was subtle.

Pang Wanyang's journey would naturally not be as easy as he said, but it was impossible for someone like him to show timidity.

But no one could deny that he had truly taken the path of this world to the end.

"Since ancient times, I am not the only one who has reached this step, but unfortunately..."

Saying these words, the deep eyes under the light eyebrows of the middle-aged scholar rippled:

"They are all dead..."

"All dead?"

An Qisheng's heart shook.

In the past thirty million years, how many emperors and venerates have there been? The Eastern Continent alone has already exceeded thirty people!

Every emperor and venerate who reaches the peak and the end must be a peerless existence in ancient and modern times. There is no need to say that such figures are talented and brilliant.

If they were not thinking about longevity, it would be absolutely impossible!

But in Pang Wanyang's words, it seemed that they were really dead...

But their bodies did not leak, their golden bodies were immortal, and their primordial spirits were strong... all the conditions for longevity, and even partial immortality!

"Humans exist between heaven and earth, merely dust. Even the Supreme's tens of thousands of years of glory are only fleeting meteors in the long river of time!

Many have sought longevity throughout the ages, and there have even been those who have truly succeeded in 'defying the heavens' and lived another life, but this is not longevity, and will eventually be destroyed..."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were deep:

"Soil and sand exist for billions of years, and the outer space remains unchanged, but all spirits will eventually return to silence. I am not willing, and many fellow Daoists in the past would not be willing...

Over the years, I have traveled all over the nine continents, set foot in outer space, seen the divine weapons and inheritances left by fellow Daoists, and explored the mysteries within, and finally gained something..."

Whoosh~

This void seemed to be windy, and faintly, the sky, the earth, the plants, and even everything became distorted and unreal in An Qisheng's eyes.

It was like a high-definition picture suddenly turning into an abstract painting casually splashed with ink by a beginner.

It easily stripped An Qisheng out!

Whoosh~

In the raging wind, the green robe fluttered, Pang Wanyang did not seem surprised by anything, but only stared deeply at where An Qisheng was.

"In my life, I have never owed anyone half a point..."

He muttered to himself, pointing a finger at the stone slab that the little white bear had brought.

Buzz~

In the midst of a humming sound, an incomparably huge repulsive force surged from an unknown source.

Pushing An Qisheng out abruptly.

Seemingly irresistible!

An Qisheng did not resist at all, and all his divine will was concentrated on Pang Wanyang's fingertip.

Swish~

In the subtle and gentle sound of carving words.

An Qisheng was forcibly repelled from the dream by a boundless force!

In the last moment, he heard the words that Pang Wanyang uttered:

Entropy?

A Lament? (Shang)

Or, injury?! (Shang)