Chapter 173 A Greeting

*Buzz!*

Raising a hand brought forth clouds, while overturning it felt like the sky collapsing.

A vast and boundless aura beat against every corner of the void, as if the firmament itself was pressing down, an overwhelmingly terrifying presence filling everything in an instant.

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

Three muffled thuds rang as one, a deep, lingering sound that pierced the soul.

In a flash, the long spear was shattered into dust, and the majestic old man's domineering fist imprint was crushed.

*Boom!*

The long spear exploded, scattered divine light tearing through the void like a meteor shower, flashing and vanishing.

Including the Da Shi Holy Master, all three were sent flying, coughing blood for thousands of miles, splattering across the starry sky like a waterfall.

"Pfft!"

The Da Shi Holy Master coughed blood as he flew, his eyes still wide with rage.

Unwillingness, fury, and murderous intent all seemed to transform into insignificant and laughable futile struggles under this palm.

He coughed blood and looked up, his gaze unwavering as he was sent flying.

In a daze, he seemed to see the essence of this palm, like a divine gate, like the high heavens, magnificent and vast, sacred and heavy.

Profound principles of law, a single move containing countless boxing techniques, mystical powers and mysteries within.

Faintly, he felt that this palm contained mountains and rivers, the sun and moon and stars, myriad races and creatures, the starry universe!

A force pressing down horizontally, as if the entire world and universe were crashing down upon him.

How could he dodge?

How could he resist?!

*Crack!*

The palm continued to press down, seemingly unimpeded, and the void resounded with a series of explosions like firecrackers.

Under the immense pressure, the void was twisting and shattering.

The long spear that spanned the sky, the domineering fist, all seemed incredibly pale and laughable under this palm, completely ineffective.

With just a simple palm strike, the three of them were sent flying, their powerful bodies shattering layers of void, sent tumbling hundreds of thousands of miles.

"You?!"

The short old man wielding the broken spear trembled, the corners of his bloodied mouth twitching as he looked at An Qisheng as if he were a ghost:

"You're definitely not a newly advanced Marquis! You've hidden yourself so deeply!"

Hidden within the Da Shi Golden Bell, they could not preserve their full strength, but their years of cultivation were too long.

If this Yuanyang Daoist had truly just stepped into the Marquis threshold, perhaps his unparalleled talent would make him stronger than them, but it was impossible to repel them both with a single blow.

"Pfft!"

The majestic old man forcibly stopped his retreating body, streams of blood spurting from every part of his body.

But his expression was stern and cold.

Without a word, he stepped forward again, rising into the air, his fist summoning wind and clouds, the starry sky trembling as he threw another punch, meeting the still-pressing palm.

*Boom!*

The fist imprint spanned the sky, all the blood energy converging, the divine light twisting and pulling back, all the mystical anomalies dissipating.

The only thing twisting was the old man's expression.

Fierce and filled with murderous intent.

*Whoosh, whoosh!*

The wind howled, sweeping back and forth, stirring An Qisheng's Daoist robe and white hair.

His expression remained calm and unwavering, and he glanced at the majestic old man stepping forward and throwing a punch, striking across thousands of miles, still having the leisure to answer the short old man's question:

"I have never concealed anything, it's just that you can't see it..."

*Boom!*

The moment his voice trailed off, the giant palm had already pressed down.

The void trembled violently, like tattered cloth in the wind, rustling, on the verge of shattering, an invisible and fierce gale howling back and forth, tearing the old man's wildly dancing beard and hair.

*Bang!*

At the same time as a dull, strange, and drawn-out impact sounded, the old man who had thrown the punch to meet it shuddered.

His already stern and ferocious face twisted even more, and a scream burst from his throat:

"Ah!!"

The earth-shattering scream flashed and vanished, crushed into the void along with the old man by the falling giant palm.

Then, the shadow fell, and with a flick of his fingers, he enveloped the Da Shi Holy Master and the short old man, both of whom were thousands of miles away but looked shocked.

One palm pressing down, the universe overturned!

Unavoidable, and irresistible!

"Such power..."

The Da Shi Holy Master's face twitched, and at this moment, he finally felt the power.

Over the decades, he had heard of this Yuanyang Daoist's intelligence more than once, and had repeatedly elevated him in his mind.

But he had not expected him to be so high!

"This is impossible?! Why aren't you suppressed by the Da Shi Golden Bell?!"

The Da Shi Holy Master trembled in his heart, while the short old man had already changed color and roared, his eyes wide with extreme disbelief.

This void was a cave heaven contained within the Da Shi Golden Bell, naturally repelling all disharmonious spiritual energy and aura.

Apart from the Da Shi Holy Land's inherited aura, anyone entering it would face the Da Shi Golden Bell's powerful suppression, be it realm, strength, or blood energy, all would be suppressed to a low point.

Originally, he thought it was because the Da Shi Golden Bell had just recovered, but at this time, the white-haired Daoist's aura almost surpassed the limit of a Marquis.

But the Da Shi Golden Bell was silent?!

His heart was filled with suspicion, fury, and incredible disbelief.

But he was destined to receive no answer.

The giant palm pressed down, enveloping everything, dominating everything, with nowhere to escape in the void, in the midst of the bright and vast divine light.

It engulfed the two in a rumble.

*Bang!*

The short old man tore through the void, escaping tens of thousands of miles, but was still pierced by a finger, killed again in the long sky.

*Crack!*

The next moment, the giant palm disappeared, and the void trembled violently, on the verge of shattering.

*Whoosh, whoosh!*

Amidst the howling of the sweeping air currents, An Qisheng held one hand behind his back and the other pressing down, holding the Da Shi Holy Master, who looked gloomy and bitter, in his hand.

He glanced at the two clusters of exploded blood mist in the void.

It was already difficult to kill a Vacuum Shattering expert, and naturally even more difficult to kill a Return to One Marquis.

As he watched, the two old men walked out of the blood mist with pale faces.

"Who exactly are you?" The two old men looked solemn, as if facing a great enemy, their auras constantly burning.

"Your foundations are not bad, but unfortunately, you have feigned death and lived in seclusion for too long, severing the connection between the inner and outer worlds, and will eventually be eliminated by the times..."

An Qisheng released the Da Shi Holy Master, not caring about the latter's actions, and looked at the two old men indifferently.

The cultivation, combat techniques, and divine powers of these two old men were not bad, and although they were somewhat weak due to approaching their limit, they were still slightly stronger than the newly broken Tianding Emperor.

However, isolating themselves from the outside world made it difficult to keep up with the times.

Like these two old men, they had cultivated several realms, and their power and divine powers were not bad, but they did not seem to have experienced the Near Ancient Guanglong Era.

There were omissions between the realms.

Guanglong's arrangement of the nine realms and the eleven steps was admired by countless practitioners after the Near Ancient Era, and he was ranked alongside the nine people with the greatest achievements in the history of the human race.

Called the 'Ten Great Celestial Sovereigns', it was not for nothing.

Although An Qisheng did not follow the path of Guanglong, these two old men naturally could not be compared to him.

"This is no longer our era..."

The short old man's eyes flickered, as if infected.

He sighed softly, gazing at the ethereal white-robed Daoist in the far distance: "But how did you deceive the Da Shi Golden Bell's perception? Could it be that there are such divine powers in later generations?"

The Da Shi Golden Bell was a treasure of utmost purity, and if it fully recovered, it would be like a Supreme Being in the world, and such an existence could not possibly make a mistake.

It was incredible that this Yuanyang Daoist could avoid the Da Shi Golden Bell's suppression.

If everyone had such divine powers, how could the Holy Land exist?

"Just a little trick, if you two want to learn, I can teach it."

An Qisheng spoke lightly, not taking it to heart.

Thirty years of meditation, experiencing thousands of tribulations, the greatest thing he gained was naturally the method of 'avoiding tribulations' and 'breaking tribulations'.

In the world of Eastern Continent, all the methods of avoiding tribulations passed down from ancient times were mastered by him, naturally including the Cheating Heaven Formation, a Dao pattern known as the strongest method of 'avoiding tribulations'.

Moreover, he innovated and improved it.

Cheating Heaven was still possible, let alone a Supreme Treasure that had not fully recovered?

"A little trick, a little trick..."

The short old man smiled miserably, losing the desire to speak.

*Buzz!*

The aura around him burned even more intensely, like a great star burning to the limit.

He wanted to burn all his light and heat in an instant.

The burly old man, who had been silent, was doing the same, his aura erupting, as if he was about to fight desperately.

"Patriarch."

The Da Shi Holy Master's body trembled, his eyes red.

From his cultivation until now, in nearly two thousand years, he had always used his strength to suppress others, how could he have been so easily suppressed by others?

At this moment, seeing the two never-before-seen ancestors of the sect wanting to fight this Yuanyang Daoist, he could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

"You are no match for me, even if you fight to the death, it will be meaningless."

An Qisheng stood in the void, and even now, he did not have the slightest intention to kill, shaking his head as he watched the two about to burn themselves.

*Whoosh!*

Blood energy burned like fire, illuminating the void, the two old men took a step forward:

"We are people who are about to die anyway, surviving until now only for the continuation of the sect! No matter who you are, those who want to destroy my sect must die!"

The two men's flames burned, and their fighting spirit reached its peak.

As they said, they should have died in the Middle Ancient Era, surviving until now only for the foundation of the sect.

In fact, there were many fellow disciples who had feigned death in this void like them, but they had all dissipated in the long river of time.

Now, it was their turn.

The two old men looked at each other, seeing each other's determination.

"The demeanor of the two is impressive, far surpassing the younger generation."

An Qisheng admired them in his heart, looking at the two old men who were stepping forward and burning to the limit, he spoke his intention:

"However, you two have misunderstood, I am not stingy with killing, but I will not destroy people's sects for no reason..."

"Hmm?!"

"Ah?"

The two old men's hearts skipped a beat, looking at An Qisheng in disbelief, almost thinking they had heard wrong.

"If I came to destroy the sect, why would I need to enter?"

An Qisheng's tone was calm, but it contained a strong confidence: "You also don't need me to have any plans."

Having lived two lives, he had always acted prudently, even if it seemed risky, he had mostly considered many things.

In this world, since he had come out of the Prodigy City again, above the Royal Pole, there were no more opponents.

The only things he really worried about were few.

But this naturally did not include the three Holy Lands of Eastern Continent, even the so-called strongest Li Tian Holy Land.

"You..."

The two old men's minds shook, momentarily at a loss for words.

But they were very clear that such a person, even in the Middle Ancient Era, would be considered a hero, there was no need to deceive them.

Because, even if they fought to the death, cooperating with the secretly preserved methods, the possibility of killing this Daoist was less than 30%.

So, this Daoist was really not here to destroy the sect?

"Heh~~~"

The Da Shi Holy Master's expression became more and more bitter, and finally he sighed, covering his face and leaving.

All his ambitions seemed to have ended before they even truly began.

The person he regarded as a great enemy had never had his existence in his eyes from beginning to end, how terrifying was that?

With a long sigh, he only felt that all his thoughts were gone, and he no longer had the heart to compete with the white-haired Daoist in front of him, feeling that it would have been better to be killed with a single palm strike earlier.

Among the three, he was the least injured, but at this time, he fled as if he was a thousand years old, and his originally upright body seemed a little hunched.

"Forget it, forget it."

The two old men looked at each other again, although they did not dissipate the burning blood energy, fighting spirit, but they seemed to have lost their killing intent.

The short old man was still puzzled:

"Then what is your purpose here, Your Excellency..."

"There are many things I want to do, I can't say them all in a few words..."

An Qisheng was keenly aware of the reactions of several people, knowing that from now on, no matter what he wanted to do, the Da Shi Holy Land would no longer have any resistance.

*Whoosh!*

An Qisheng's figure floated, suddenly reaching the center of the void, bathed in the golden light that had lit up at some point.

He gazed at the void, as if piercing through this void, seeing into the depths of the boundless sea of stars:

"First of all, I want to borrow the Da Shi Golden Bell to greet a certain 'Daoist friend'..."