Chapter 1 Dragon Dance and Great Sun

Ten thousand dragons danced wildly as the great sun hung in the sky!

The instant the fist print shot out, millions of divine lights erupted from Yuan Duxiu's body, blessing the fist.

Countless micro-particles erupted like a thousand volcanoes simultaneously, and under the impetus of his unparalleled blood energy, he achieved a domineering and matchless fist!

Rumble!

As the fist struck, the void trembled violently, and the ubiquitous spiritual energy was boiling and exploding. Everything, whether tangible or intangible, was shaking.

Heaven and earth seemed unable to bear the power contained in this fist, issuing unbearable groans.

Vast clouds of dust emptied out, spreading layer upon layer. The sky seemed to have turned into an ocean, with meteorites colliding within, creating terrifying, earth-shattering waves.

Truly, a fist that could overturn ten thousand miles!

At this moment, Qi Cang's body retreated irresistibly. The raging gale tore through the void, causing his clothes to dance wildly and his face to twitch violently.

"Great Sun Yuanqi Cannon?!"

Qi Cang was incomparably shocked.

Yuan Duxiu's fist clearly already possessed some rudimentary form of the Great Sun Yuanqi Cannon, the peerless technique he had used to dominate the world and reach the pinnacle in his previous life!

But according to legend, when he truly faced the Seven Heroes of Xinghai, he had not yet fully developed this Great Sun Yuanqi Cannon.

This was a full several thousand years ahead of schedule?!

Qi Cang's heart was filled with unspeakable shock. Even Di Mitou, who directly faced this domineering fist, was slightly moved: "Great Sun Holy Body, truly worthy of its reputation."

She flicked her hand gently, but the horizontal palm did not change. It was just that the Buddha, who had originally seemed to be sitting horizontally in the sky, seemed to suddenly stand up.

In the increasingly intense Buddha light, a Zen chant was emitted, blessing the horizontal palm.

The two Vajra monks beside her even changed their expressions wildly, shouting that it was bad.

They roared, wanting to attack, but how could they have time?

Almost the instant they saw the fist radiance, a terrifying and unparalleled collision had already occurred.

Fist and palm met!

Like the intersection of the sun and the moon, an indescribable terrifying aura instantly tore through the void!

As a result, no one could hear the slightest sound or see any image under this collision.

It was as if heaven and earth were empty, and everything was destroyed!

Boom!

It seemed like an instant, and also like a long time later, a loud noise exploded!

Immediately afterward, the vast air waves emptied out by the fist print surged back, sweeping up tens of thousands of miles of cloud currents and gales, which were swallowed by the void cracks created by the collision between the two.

Whoosh~

The gale was like a knife, cutting through everything.

Qi Cang suddenly regained his senses. Yuan Duxiu had already retracted his fist and stood upright. The countercurrent of the gale caused his clothes and long hair to lean back, revealing his chiseled and masculine figure.

Behind him was a trail of energy that had been torn apart by the gale, stretching for thousands of miles.

Crack~

A cracking sound that could not be concealed by the gale resounded.

In the eyes of the two Vajra monks who had changed color, the great Buddha shadow suddenly cracked, and then turned into endless golden light and dissipated in the long sky.

Buddha's Son, defeated?

The two Vajra monks looked up.

Di Mitou had also just retracted her ivory-like crystal palm, and said with a slight trace of solemnity: "The fist is not bad, nor is the person."

"Likewise, likewise."

Yuan Duxiu's eyes were still blazing, but his face, with its sharp edges and corners, was very calm, even indifferent:

"Does Buddha's Son want to attack again?"

His aura was still strong, and even constantly rising. The endless 'micro-particles' in the subtle parts of his body were trembling.

"If we attack again, we will have to determine the winner."

Di Mitou glanced at Yuan Duxiu with a smile that was not a smile, and seemed not to have been affected in the slightest: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, what do you think of how this poor monk's hand seal is cultivated?"

"You are stronger than me, and the hand seal is excellent."

Yuan Duxiu stood in the long sky, his aura surging and difficult to recover, but his expression was extremely calm:

"But it's not as good as my fist!"

One person's expression was natural, and the other's aura was calm, and the outcome seemed to be immediately clear.

The two Vajra monks breathed a sigh of relief.

"This fist is naturally extremely good, but it is not your fist."

Di Mitou said meaningfully: "Although you understand this principle, unfortunately, you have not yet walked out of the shadow of the creator of the fist technique."

"My own fist..."

Yuan Duxiu's eyes narrowed.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan is qualified to leave this person behind, but this person is much more 'valuable' than you think. You must take care of yourself."

Di Mitou did not intend to give him any pointers, but instead glanced at Qi Cang.

Qi Cang looked at Di Mitou from afar, his eyes cold.

"Valuable?"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes moved slightly. This word did not seem to be used to describe people.

Di Mitou's words had a deeper meaning...

"Perhaps there will be a day when we meet again. Fellow Daoist Yuan, farewell."

Di Mitou smiled slightly.

The Buddha light behind her swelled, and wrapped the two Vajra monks, disappearing into the void.

Its speed was extremely fast for ordinary people, but for Yuan Duxiu, who had mastered the 'Art of Transforming into a Rainbow', there was still a chance to stop her.

However, after a slight hesitation, he still did not attack.

"What exactly did she see in my heart..."

Looking at the Buddha light that was going away, Qi Cang's heart throbbed. He had too many secrets in his heart, and they were too big.

That Di Mitou must have seen something, which is why she was so decisive in chasing him.

But what exactly did she see?

Or did she see everything?

His mind raced, and finally he took a deep breath and looked at Yuan Duxiu, who had a calm expression but great deterrent power, with a complicated expression:

"Your progress is beyond my imagination..."

No one knew the complexity in Qi Cang's heart, and even he himself could not express his feelings at this time.

Bitterness, unwillingness, regret, worry...

All kinds of emotions were mixed together, rolling in his heart, and it was difficult to completely calm down.

Who would have thought that his malice would become the other party's blessing.

This Great Sun Heavenly Son, who had risen after experiencing many tribulations in his previous life, not only did not weaken under his intervention, but instead had his tribulations and suffering erased, and rose directly.

"Perhaps, it's also thanks to you."

Yuan Duxiu stared at Qi Cang, his expression also a little complicated. Although this person had attacked him, his own vigorous luck in the past thousand years may also have been because of this person.

"Follow me."

Yuan Duxiu left a sentence and turned to step into the air, as if he was not afraid of Qi Cang running away at all.

In fact, his escape technique was great. Those who could not beat him could not run away at all.

What's more, he didn't think this person would run away.

"Where are you going?"

Qi Cang hesitated slightly and still called out.

"To retrieve my fate!"

Hearing the voice coming from afar, Qi Cang was stunned. The thought of escaping in his heart was immediately dispelled, and he stepped forward to follow.

Your fate, I don't want it anymore...

......

The bamboo forest was secluded and peaceful.

Yuan Duxiu sat on the ground, and Qi Cang stood quietly not far away.

"Cough cough."

By the Linquan Lake, the Shaving Knife Man coughed lightly, interrupting Yuan Duxiu's words. An odd look appeared on his increasingly old face:

"It's really a matter of shared luck and connected fate..."

Looking at the two people, one sitting and one standing, even the Shaving Knife Man, who had seen a lot, felt a little unbelievable.

"Everything in the world has a fixed number. I've heard of people with the same energy, but sharing the same fate is the first time I've seen it..."

The Shaving Knife Man muttered to himself, constantly looking at the two.

Yuan Duxiu spoke in great detail, and Qi Cang did not hide his miserable experiences over the years. Naturally, he tasted something from it.

Shared luck and connected fate will never allow one person to bear all the bad consequences. He has narrowly escaped death time and time again.

The other person has vigorous luck, spiritual treasures recognize their master, their aptitude has transformed, and they have broken through one after another...

This is not a coincidence.

"Does Senior have a way to retrieve my complete fate?"

Yuan Duxiu asked.

"If what you two said is correct, then the fate that you two each share should be the Hundred Defeats and the Ten Thousand Victories."

A glimmer of light appeared in the Shaving Knife Man's dark eye sockets: "This is the legendary fate. In the three thousand years of history, there have been not a few people with this fate..."

Only with a hundred defeats can there be ten thousand victories!

The Shaving Knife Man did not hide anything and told him everything he knew.

Yuan Duxiu's expression was a little subtle as he listened, and Qi Cang's already bad face was even as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Luck is the pulse of the universe, and fate is the node of heaven and earth. Everything is the way of heaven! Those with the fate of a hundred defeats will inevitably encounter enemies that they can never defeat.

And the Ten Thousand Victories is the opposite. They will never encounter enemies that they cannot defeat, at least, they will not encounter enemies that they will definitely not be able to defeat..."

The Shaving Knife Man's expression was very subtle. He ignored Qi Cang, whose face was livid, and suggested to Yuan Duxiu:

"Since this is the case, why bother to retrieve the other half of your fate that is destined to suffer?"

"This old monster!"

Qi Cang only felt his teeth itch a little.

Yuan Duxiu did not hesitate, but shook his head with a firm attitude: "Even if it is a tribulation, it is my tribulation."

"I understand the principles of fate, but you two have high cultivation levels, and I cannot shake your fates."

Seeing his firm attitude, the Shaving Knife Man did not try to persuade him any further, and pointed to the east: "If little friend really wants to retrieve his fate, perhaps only that one in the Eastern Continent today can do it..."

"King Yuanyang?!"

Qi Cang's heart trembled, and he immediately felt the deep malice from heaven and earth.

He knew that King Yuanyang's location would be a place where wind and clouds gathered and was extremely dangerous, and he did not want to go there at all.

But he wanted to escape time and time again, but was dragged into it again and again.

Is this really a coincidence?

.......

The Great Beginning Mountain is majestic and endless. Its mountains are extremely majestic, and few in the Eastern Continent can compare.

After the change in the sky, the three great holy lands fell from their altars and no longer had their former transcendence, but their foundations were still thick, and no one dared to underestimate them. Especially the Great Beginning Mountain, which was even listed alongside the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom as the two major 'forbidden areas' in the Eastern Continent.

Over the past thousand years, the situation has changed, and strong people have emerged one after another. The Li Tian and Mingyue holy lands have both had enemies, but no one has dared to attack the Great Beginning Mountain.

Whoosh~

At this time, the depth of winter had just arrived. Outside the Great Beginning Mountain, the snow was heavy, and the biting cold wind scraped across the ground, stirring up waves of grass.

This was the spiritual field of the Great Beginning Holy Land, evergreen and undefeated, month after month, year after year.

Feng Xinglie stood with his hands behind his back in front of the spiritual field, looking at the undulating mountains, but there was no longer a trace of waves in his heart.

A thousand years ago, he retreated from here.

This time, let's start from here and walk the road that I didn't finish a thousand years ago!

Whoosh~

As his thoughts turned, Feng Xinglie took a step forward. The accumulated snow rolled, and in the midst of the white winter, it was as if a great sun had suddenly descended.

Surging blood energy pushed a long howl to rise to the sky:

"Feng Xinglie of Zhenlong Pass, requests an audience with King Yuanyang!"