Chapter 1 Dawn

The morning light broke, and the autumn wind, gentle and slow, swept through the sky, entering thousands of households.

In the backyard of the Sun residence, serene and elegant, the leaves of the old tree, turning yellow, rustled in the autumn wind. Small fish poked their heads out in the fish pond, blowing bubbles.

A fair and adorable little fellow, like a porcelain doll, walked back and forth in the courtyard, occasionally throwing punches and kicks, sometimes showing joy, sometimes frowning.

Not far away, a burly giant, whose squatting posture was as tall as the tree, watched the porcelain doll-like child with curiosity.

He was very curious.

Because, a golden-winged roc, the size of a fist, was circling the little fellow, constantly swaying.

It was the first time he had seen this little one being so close to an outsider, besides the master and himself.

"Hoo!"

The activity did not last long, and the little guy stopped. Although he was a little breathless, his eyes were bright:

"Is this the 'Immortal Realm'?"

He muttered to himself.

This world was filled with a rich spiritual energy that amazed him. Although he couldn't shake or absorb it, what this spiritual energy could nurture was simply amazing.

Such a world could be called the Immortal Realm.

"Tian Yao Ge..." (Heavenly Demon Pavilion)

An Qisheng leaned back on the rocking chair, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if gazing at the distant sky, while thinking about the Tian Yao Ge in his heart.

If there really was a great demon peering into the heavens from the stars, intending to attack all those who ascended to the Tongtian (Connecting Heaven) realm, then he would have to consider it carefully.

In this world, in the vast Huangji (Imperial Ultimate) Continent, no one was closer to that threshold than him.

Bearing the brunt of the attack, he would inevitably encounter the starlight arrows coming from the firmament.

"An...Teacher."

Sun En, like a porcelain doll, turned around and called out, "You said, is this bird the Old Senior Yan?"

He stretched out his hand, and the fist-sized golden-winged roc landed on his hand.

"Half of it, perhaps."

An Qisheng came back to his senses and glanced at the little chick.

Yan Kuangtu (Yan the Madman) was dead. There was no reincarnation in this world. He had searched for the souls of the recently deceased, but found nothing about reincarnation.

Although this little chick had the possibility of gathering the traces of Yan Kuangtu left in this world, it was only a possibility.

If one wanted to achieve resurrection, it would probably still depend on the will of heaven in this world.

"Then it's really him?"

Sun En was stunned, somewhat lost in thought.

His expression was a little strange. He never thought it could be like this, and he was also a little lucky that he was still a human being.

But little did he know that if it hadn't been for An Qisheng, he would have been strangled to death by his birth mother the moment he was born.

Ascendants are not necessarily given preferential treatment in this world.

How could heaven and earth care about the life and death of a single human being?

"This world is undergoing great changes. The future is uncertain. Your arrival at this time may be good or bad."

An Qisheng straightened up and beckoned. The little chick fluttered its wings and landed in his palm.

He had the Bai Yujing (White Jade City) and Mieqingcheng (City of Extinguished Emotions) markets, and a Cave Heaven (a blessed immortal realm) as a foundation, so he had plenty of resources. The bloodline of this golden-winged roc was growing rapidly.

Unfortunately, the growth time of the golden-winged roc was even longer.

"This is the Heavenly Gate that martial artists of all generations have sought but could not find. To be able to come here is a great fortune. As for the future, we'll talk about it in the future!"

Sun En understood the meaning in An Qisheng's words, but he didn't care too much. He just smiled:

"A person lives a lifetime, like grass and trees in autumn, only to fulfill their wishes! My wish has been fulfilled, so I don't care so much!"

After more than two hundred years of tempering, Sun En's state of mind was open-minded, and he no longer had the bitterness and hatred of the past.

Repaying his teacher's kindness, avenging his great revenge, glorifying his school, passing on the Dragon Sparrow School, opening the Heavenly Gate, and seeing Grandpa An, all his wishes had been fulfilled.

Even if he died at this moment, he thought he wouldn't care too much.

If that was the case, what was there to fear in the future?

"It's very good that you have this heart."

An Qisheng expressed his appreciation.

After two hundred years of tempering, Sun En's state of mind had matured, which was more important than cultivation and techniques.

"I must also thank Teacher for imparting the Dao."

Sun En bowed respectfully. For three months, An Qisheng had explained to him the nine realms and ten steps of this world, from the shallow to the profound.

From Zhenxing (True Form) to Tongtian, he only taught the Dao but not the techniques, allowing Sun En to obtain what he needed from it.

And for Sun En, the 'Huangtian Dafa' (Yellow Heaven Great Method) that he had created by traveling to all the sects in the world for two hundred years might not be comparable to any technique in this world.

But it was the most suitable path for him.

That was enough.

"If you cultivate, don't learn from me. Follow the steps of the nine realms and ten steps."

An Qisheng gave a few casual pointers.

Sun En's talent in this world was undoubtedly top-notch. He could attract the attention and planning of powerful beings, so his own luck and talent were beyond doubt.

There were many strange and difficult-to-cultivate half-demons of human and demon blood, but they could also give birth to true geniuses.

Not to mention that Sun En had the memories of more than two hundred years in the Jiufu (Long Floating) Realm and a tempered state of mind, even without it, he would not be inferior to any genius in Dongzhou (Eastern Continent).

With such a high starting point, it was almost inevitable to achieve something.

While his peers were still playing in the mud, he was already thinking about the differences between heaven and earth, and absorbing the strengths of all methods to create his own path.

If this wasn't an advantage, what was?

"Is Teacher leaving?"

Sun En nodded, but he could see An Qisheng's intention to leave.

"Although the world is big, for you and me, we can gather at any time as long as we want to. Your path already has a prototype, so you don't need to follow me step by step."

An Qisheng threw his hand, and the little chick fluttered its wings and flew back into Zhu Dahai's ear, but it also looked at Sun En with some reluctance.

Sun En was silent. If he could, he really wanted to share a drink with Grandpa An and tell him about his joys, sorrows, and happiness over the years.

Unfortunately, he was too young at this time, without any hair grown, and drinking would be a bit strange.

"In that case, disciple bids farewell to Teacher."

Sun En bowed to see him off.

When he stood up again, a ripple in the void in front of him was blown away by the autumn wind, but An Qisheng's figure was no longer there.

Sun En stood for a long time, staring at the direction where An Qisheng had left, and did not return to his senses for a long time.

"Little, Xiao En..."

After a long time, Qingqiu Qianqian, dressed as an ordinary woman, propped open the window, a smile squeezed out on her slightly pale face:

"Has your teacher left?"

She had been listening at the window for a long time, or rather, she had participated in the entire conversation and imparting of the Dao between the two people for three months.

Unfortunately, how could she understand the true meaning of what the two were talking about?

But now that she saw An Qisheng leaving, the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"Yes."

Sun En glanced at her, somewhat coldly. Three months was naturally enough for him to learn the language of this world.

It was just that he had the wisdom of his past life, but he really couldn't accept having a 'Mom'.

Not to mention, he had felt the undisguised malice that this 'Mom' had towards him.

Although that malice was only fleeting, how could he forget it after struggling in life and death for two hundred years?

"Why didn't you keep him for a few more days?" Qingqiu Qianqian was delighted in her heart, but she had a hint of reproach on her face.

"I do have a method to summon Teacher. If you need it, then please ask him to come back and stay for two more days?"

Sun En was as clear as a mirror in his heart, and asked lightly.

With An Qisheng's endorsement, he naturally didn't need to pretend to be an ordinary child.

In fact, Qingqiu Qianqian was very uncomfortable in her heart at this time.

"That's too much trouble, forget it, I must ask him to stay a few more days next time..."

Qingqiu Qianqian looked at Sun En, her heart very complicated.

Was this really the son she had conceived for five or six years, or was it an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years?

Although the Qingqiu clan had very thin feelings for their descendants, especially the males, they were still somewhat unable to adapt.

"Okay."

Sun En raised his hand and grabbed the high threshold. With a flip, he entered the house.

"My thousand years of cultivation..."

Qingqiu Qianqian stared at the string of turquoise bracelets hanging on Sun En's hand, her eyes a little red.

That Yuanyang Daoist was truly ruthless. He forcibly took away her thousand years of cultivation and turned it into a bracelet to give to his own son.

Moreover, unless the latter was willing, she would not be able to retrieve this bracelet at all.

She would not be able to retrieve her thousand years of cultivation.

Looking at her son, who was slowly lying back on the bed, Qingqiu Qianqian had thoughts in her heart:

'I have to find a way to make him give me this bracelet...'

......

"You value that child very much... But why didn't you take him with you?"

In the misty clouds, An Qisheng sat quietly in the chariot. In front, Zhu Dahai pulled the chariot through the air, its speed as fast as a spiritual bird. In his ear, the low voice of the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child sounded.

"To see the high heavens before climbing the dangerous peaks is not a good thing for him. Those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die. He cannot learn my Dao."

An Qisheng looked down at the city that was gradually becoming invisible under the misty clouds, restrained his thoughts, and said lightly, "Has the Lingbao (Mystic Treasure) structure diagram been sorted out?"

"Uh... not yet."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child shrank his head: "Monster Mr., I have studied all the written records, classics, and myths and legends you have collected.

The divine weapons and Lingbao in this world are mostly knives, spears, sticks, and clubs, Tu (diagram), Ding (tripod), and Zhong (bell). Although there is a saying that the more complex they are, the more powerful they are.

But there has never been anything as complex as yours. Are you sure you want to refine such a Lingbao?"

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child hesitated.

Although there is a saying that the more complex the Lingbao is, the better, there has never been anything as complex as this in the legends of this world.

"I'm afraid it's still not enough..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Lingbao and divine weapons are all manifestations of one's own Dao, and things that carry it. The more complex the Dao, the more troublesome it is to condense the Lingbao.

Like Pang Wanyang, one is that he doesn't need to cast a Lingbao, and two is that it is too complex.

He was invincible at the time. Even if he discussed the ancient and modern times for 30 million years, he didn't need a Lingbao. But he didn't know what the unknown he was facing was at this time.

So naturally, he had to cast a Lingbao.

His Taiji (Supreme Polarity) Great Dao is now at its completion, the general outline of all supernatural powers, is the 'Taiji Shenting' (Supreme Polarity Divine Court). Naturally, if he casts a Lingbao, he needs to refine a 'Shenting' out.

"Then the natural treasures required are too, too many..."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child sighed, and his scalp tingled when he thought about the list of spiritual materials he had compiled.

"Hundreds of thousands of years before Guanglong, and tens of thousands of years after Guanglong, there has been no supreme treasure refining. Naturally, there is no shortage of spiritual materials in today's world..."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and fell, passing through the rolling clouds.

He saw a majestic and endless mountain range.

The mountain range undulated and stretched, with thousands of dangerous peaks rising from the ground, like ten thousand stars worshiping the moon, surrounding a holy mountain that stood on the ground and reached into the sky, directly above the clouds.

Ten thousand kinds of spiritual energy lingered on the holy mountain, and the endless astral winds whistled, bringing more violent spiritual energy and vitality.

On the holy mountain, there were many palaces and pavilions, and many people stepped through the clouds, practicing supernatural powers and secret techniques.

Vaguely, one could see the shadow of a huge golden bell rising and falling above the sea of clouds, swallowing thousands of spiritual energies and refining rolling vitality.

The powerful and domineering aura filled the heavens and the earth. Even from thousands of miles away, one could feel a majestic and vast sacred aura.