Chapter 169 The Difference

Having truly witnessed the beginning and end of that battle, and seeing that the information from the Gate of Eternal Life was incorrect, the Demon God no longer harbored thoughts of targeting An Qisheng.

He cast one last glance at the Huangji Continent, took a step, and disappeared into the starry sky.

The white wolf shook its fur and followed.

The two disappeared one after the other, never once caring about the life or death of the Great Ape Marquis.

......

Although the last wisp of divine light dissipated, peace returned to Mount Da Shi.

"After being suppressed for so many years, finally seeing the light of day, the various head teachers must have many feelings at this moment."

Fang Yingqiu stood on the mountain peak, looking into the distance at the slowly departing Myriad Dragons Boat, faintly seeing Qian Shisi standing on the ship, his expression complex.

He sighed slightly, "The rise of the Myriad Dharma Tower is already unstoppable..."

Among the ten great sects of Dongzhou, the Taiyi Gate was the strongest, followed by the Myriad Dharma Tower. Both possessed supreme treasures, and generations of heroes emerged, possessing the potential to threaten the holy lands.

In the past, the three great holy lands, including the Da Shi Holy Land, often suppressed these two, and there was already a tense atmosphere, both overtly and covertly.

Now, the rise of the Myriad Dharma Tower was even more intense. The True Form of the Taiyin Moon Laurel and the Holy Body of the Solar Great Sun coexisted. In normal times, they would have already taken action.

Unfortunately, the current Dongzhou was no longer the world of the three great holy lands.

Although it had not been announced to the world, and no sect had been established, it was already the uncrowned king. Under such circumstances, no one dared to suppress the Myriad Dharma Tower anymore.

"Perhaps it is the legacy of the Myriad Dharma Heavenly Lord. The Myriad Dharma inheritance is also the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. If it weren't for some reasons in the past, the Myriad Dharma Tower would have already been the fourth great holy land of Dongzhou."

An old man in Xuan clothing sighed softly but accepted the reality, "The current achievement cannot be considered unexpected."

The cultivators who had endured the most suppression from Heaven and Earth also knew best how to resist external pressure and how to change their attitude.

Youngsters who had just begun their cultivation might still have the mindset of being the only one who mattered, but the old immortals who had cultivated for thousands of years like them had already reconciled with themselves and the world.

"Perhaps there will still be some ripples. Although someone from the Nether Moon Leaving Heaven came this time, Qi Shenyu and Mu Fenghua, the two great elders who manage the mundane affairs of the Nether Moon Leaving Heaven, did not come..."

Fang Yingqiu spoke halfway, but did not say more. He simply ordered his subordinates to bring the congratulatory gifts offered by the various sects, holy lands, and experts of various races, along with the details.

He took them himself and ascended to the Suspended Heavenly Palace.

The Suspended Heavenly Palace used to be the center of the Da Shi Holy Land, but now, only a few people were able to pass through and dared to ascend the Suspended Heavenly Palace.

The Suspended Heavenly Palace was silent. The divine light and rays of light that had been swirling around had dissipated, replaced by a heavy and vast aura.

This was the aura left behind by An Qisheng's sermon, which was still substantial after half a month. It could be foreseen that even after several months or years, it would not dissipate.

An Qisheng's sermon lasted for seven days and ended smoothly. The experts of various races also dispersed peacefully. There was no friction, let alone quarrels.

Da da da~

Fang Yingqiu's footsteps echoed on the ground as he walked unhurriedly towards the main hall.

"Since Fellow Daoist Fang has come, why not come in directly?"

As he reached the entrance of the main hall, the door suddenly opened. In the center of the magnificent and empty hall, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged on a futon, his expression calm and peaceful:

"Why would Fellow Daoist personally deliver such trivial spiritual materials?"

"This batch of spiritual materials is extremely large. The Myriad Dharma Tower accounts for ninety percent of it, including many rare spiritual materials that you need. I would be uneasy placing it anywhere else, so I had to deliver it myself."

Fang Yingqiu offered the Qiankun Spiritual Ring. He glanced over and saw the Empress of Zhongzhou sitting casually on a chair not far away.

After the sermon ended, Chu Mengyao was one of the only two people who had not left. The other was Qi Cang.

"In that case, I won't disturb you any longer."

Fang Yingqiu glanced at An Qisheng and was about to take his leave.

He knew that this Yuanyang King was not very old, and it would not be too much to have thoughts of seeking a Dao companion.

Although the Empress of Zhongzhou had a fierce temperament, perhaps she was a good match for the Yuanyang King?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he was about to leave.

But An Qisheng waved his hand, "There is nothing that cannot be shown to others. Since Fellow Daoist has come, why not sit down and talk?"

His tone was calm. Fang Yingqiu was also somewhat curious, so he sat down.

"You gave a sermon for several days, but you never explicitly stated your method of breaking through to the King realm. Do you dare to say that there is nothing that cannot be shown to others?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, straightened her body, and asked.

Her words were very sharp.

Most of the people who came this time, apart from those with ulterior motives, came for the 'method of breaking through to the King realm'.

As the world changed, many of the former inheritances were no longer suitable.

And cultivation could not tolerate the slightest mistake. Naturally, the value of An Qisheng's 'method of breaking through to the King realm' in the current era was extremely high.

"And how do you know that I didn't explicitly state the 'method of breaking through to the King realm'?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, without any change.

During the seven days of the sermon, everything he said was his understanding of the various realms of this world, spanning several realms, Five Qi Towards the Origin (wu qi chao yuan), Three Flowers Gather on the Crown (san hua ju ding). His vision was unmatched by ordinary people.

If someone could truly understand the method he spoke of, perhaps they could glimpse the path to heaven.

As for himself, his foundation method was different from anyone else in this world, so there was nothing to say. Even if he said it, no one would understand.

"Alright."

An Qisheng did not explain further and went straight to the point, "Someone in your sect has a relationship with me. Since you have come, I can answer three questions for you."

'As expected...'

A subtle movement occurred deep within Chu Mengyao's eyes, making her more certain of her previous guess.

As far as she knew, this Yuanyang King was indifferent by nature, disliked power and wealth, but was extremely resolute and decisive in his actions.

Before his cultivation was complete, he dared to suppress the elders of many sects and was not afraid of offending the ten great sects and several great holy lands.

She had spoken with a hint of confrontation, but he had dismissed it with a smile. Clearly, there was an inside story.

However, she would not test him too much. Facing such an existence, she was unwilling to test him further.

After a moment of contemplation, she uttered a line of extremely obscure words, with a pronunciation completely different from any language today:

"Who is Wang Quan Daoren?"

What language is this?

Fang Yingqiu frowned, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

The Huangji Nine Provinces, the Four Seas, and the myriad races naturally had many languages. For ordinary people, it was already extremely difficult to master two.

But for cultivators, it was not like that.

He was proficient in the languages of the myriad races and had even dabbled in the languages of the Middle Ages, the Ancient Times, and even the ancient mythical era. But this language was clearly not any of them.

"Did he leave these things behind too?"

An Qisheng was slightly dumbfounded but had no intention of hiding anything, "It's me!"

The last two words were the same as the sounds uttered by Chu Mengyao. It was the language of the Jiu Fu Realm!

But unlike Chu Mengyao's obscurity and distortion, his voice was more fluent and clear. The contrast between the two was like the difference between a foreigner learning Xuan language on Xuan Xing and a professional announcer.

The guess in her heart completely became a reality. Chu Mengyao was finally moved, and a hint of shock appeared on her beautiful face:

"You, you really are... a person with pre-birth knowledge!"

Or a person with pre-birth knowledge from the same place and the same era as Ancestor Guang Long!

Her emotions fluctuated greatly, even Fang Yingjue noticed it, which shocked the latter.

Those with pre-birth knowledge were no longer a secret to ordinary cultivators, let alone the Empress of the strongest holy land in the world like Chu Mengyao.

If it was just an ordinary person with pre-birth knowledge, why would it shock her so much?

"Is this the second question?"

An Qisheng's eyes were deep as he looked at the female cultivator.

Although their genders and temperaments were different, their level of Dao was the same, giving him a strange feeling of facing Pang Wanyang.

"Of course not."

Chu Mengyao then restrained her emotions and looked at An Qisheng with a complicated expression: "What are the differences between your world and Huangji?"

What kind of world was it?

That could continuously give birth to outstanding talents like Ancestor Guang Long and Daoist Yuanyang?

"You?"

Fang Yingqiu stroked his long beard, his heart filled with surprise and doubt. Who else was there?

"Difference..."

An Qisheng pondered slightly, and the sights and sounds of the two worlds appeared in his mind. After a moment, he replied:

"Perhaps the biggest difference is the separation. The separation between mortals and cultivators is much greater in Huangji..."

The biggest difference between a world that truly has cultivation and a world that only has subtle spiritual energy is not in the cultivation methods or wisdom.

But in the social structure.

An Qisheng recalled slightly and realized the biggest difference between the two worlds, and even between the various worlds he had traveled to.

In the Jiu Fu Realm, even martial arts experts, as strong as those with divine meridians, were never completely separated from the mundane world. Even if some sects had the陋习 ‘severing worldly ties’.

In the Human Realm, the separation between humans and cultivators was already very serious, but Gu Changfeng created the Yin Si City God system, forcibly pulling them together with incense, eliminating many of these separations.

Only the Wanyang Realm.

Mortals and cultivators, even if they were of the same race, seemed to be two distinct species.

Cultivators were truly able to exist independently outside the mundane world.

Even a hundred years of kinship and friendship could not withstand the polishing of a thousand years. Cultivators were truly selfish and ruthless.

The ancient Sage Emperors and the supreme beings of ancient and modern times, there were too many who wanted to reverse this state. Sects, holy lands, and dynasties emerged in response.

Unfortunately, even today, there was an insurmountable gap between cultivators and mortals.

This was what he had seen in the various worlds he had traveled through. It was the most deeply ingrained and the most unshakable, class.

Everyone could only choose to join it or depend on it for survival. There was no other choice.

When he debated with Emperor Tianding, he said that this was a purgatory.

A place where 99% of living beings had to look up to one and survive, and where the only value of existence was, if it wasn't a purgatory, what was it?

"A sense of separation?"

Fang Yingqiu automatically skipped the words he didn't understand and captured the key point. He couldn't help but ask, "What impact does this have on the world?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, this old fellow really knows how to steal the show.

"A lot, a lot."

An Qisheng nodded but didn't say too much, only mentioning one point: "For example, inheritance."

"Inheritance?"

Chu Mengyao's eyes moved slightly, "Huangji has been inherited for 30 million years. Does your world have an even more ancient inheritance?"

"Huangji has a population of trillions, with 30 million years of history, but this is ultimately a stage for a few people, not a civilization for most people.

There is no need to look back 30 million years, just say a thousand years ago, you remember Emperor Tianding, you remember Qian Shisi, you remember the Hegemonic Imperial Court, you remember the Leaving Heaven Holy Land.

But, do you still remember the affairs of the secular world? Have mortals ever existed in any other records other than those of the 'Heavenly Tilt'?"

An Qisheng's voice was not loud, but it carried a powerful force of infection.

There seemed to be a sense of the vicissitudes of time in his words. As Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu listened, they seemed to see the long river of time rolling before them.

They even seemed to see scenes from the past.

"Your long history is destined to be just history, not inheritance."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep as he sorted out what he had gained from the various worlds and slowly said:

"Over the vast years, what you have left behind is too little, too little."

This was not just cherishing one's own things.

Cherishing one's own things existed in any world, any civilization, any force, and any individual. But, as time passed, some things would eventually spread.

But the Huangji Continent would not!

Any ruins or inheritances were forbidden areas for ordinary people. Even if someone was lucky enough to obtain an inheritance, they would never spread it to the outside world.

Instead, it would be passed down from generation to generation until it was lost, and then picked up by someone after a long period of time, repeating the cycle endlessly.

The reason why all living beings were all living beings was because their spirituality was the most precious. The spirituality of the countless ordinary people who were excluded from history was also extremely precious.

A world that truly gathered all spiritualities into one and inherited it for thousands of years was definitely not like the Wanyang Realm.

Sorting through the past and comparing the various worlds, An Qisheng was very clear that some things were not necessarily better just because they were longer. The strong still had shortcomings, and the seemingly insignificant also had greatness.

True antiquity was not about how long you had existed, but about what you had left behind.

Unconsciously, he recalled Xuan Xing, his previous life. Their history could not be compared with that of the Wanyang Realm, and there were also various drawbacks and errors.

But some things had truly been passed down.

Even if you thought it had disappeared, it still existed.

For example, many people who had never studied the art of war would definitely know what "besiege Wei to rescue Zhao", "burn the boats and break the pots", "lie on firewood and taste gall", and "fight with one's back to the river" meant...

What could be called inheritance if it was only circulated among a few specific groups of people and was interrupted from time to time?

"Too little is left behind, but, what should be left behind..."

Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu fell into silence, their minds filled with complex thoughts.

For a moment, even Chu Mengyao herself didn't know if she had gotten the answer she wanted. It seemed like she had, but it also seemed like she hadn't.

"I can't answer this question."

An Qisheng didn't say anything more and slowly closed his eyes, his aura becoming heavy: "There is one last question. After you ask it, you can leave."

"Hoo!"

Chu Mengyao took a deep breath, cut off other distracting thoughts, stared at An Qisheng's expression, and asked the last question:

"Is your Taiji personally taught by your ancestor?"

"No."

An Qisheng lowered his eyelids, covering his gaze, and slowly said:

"I taught it to him."