Chapter 1 Looking into the Distance

A group of people crossed the sea of clouds and ascended to the summit of Skyscraper Peak. Looking down from here, they felt that the tall buildings on the earth were like gravel, and the cities were like ant nests.

The rolling essence Qi filled the end of the sky within sight like mist.

"Tian Shu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty, even in the world. Legend has it that before the ancient times, a great power fell here, nourishing the earth..."

A noble young master in gorgeous clothes smiled lightly with his hands behind his back, looking askance at the casually dressed, lazy young man not far away, and said:

"What does Ninety-third Master think?"

The noble young master's name was Mo Yue. His father was the forty-third son of the current Da Yong Emperor. He stood out because of his excellent talent.

"Heh heh."

Mo Yin responded with a faint smile, ignoring this nominal grandson, his eyes passed through the sea of clouds and looked towards Tian Shu City.

Tian Shu City is the imperial capital of the Yong Dynasty, a place that everyone in the world yearns for.

Its size is almost impossible to describe with the word "city." In his opinion, even some smaller vassal states are not as big as this city.

The city wall built of 'Dragon Blood Stone' stretched east and west, endlessly north and south, half-round and not round, extremely peculiar.

Looking down from this high place, he felt that the city wall was like dragons and snakes intertwined, traversing the sky and the earth, unbelievably majestic.

In terms of momentum alone, it was even better than the mountains of the Xuandu Sect's outer sect, but the Xuandu Sect had the saying of ninety-nine outer sects and three-three inner sects.

Like the outer sect where he was before, the Xuandu Sect had as many as ninety-nine places.

"The momentum seems extraordinary at first glance, but in reality, it is just closing itself off, extremely ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?"

Mo Yue frowned slightly, looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the reclining ox stone on the top of the mountain, and his eyes flickered: "Brother Yan, what do you mean by this?"

He knew this young man.

He was Yan Changsha, the Daobing (Taoist soldier) of his nominal 'Ninety-third Master'.

The reason why he remembered him was because this Daobing was outrageously fierce.

From Xuandu Sect all the way to Tian Shu City, he had killed many cultivators, including many masters from major sects.

"All laws come from one 'movement'. The way of cultivation is to focus on one subtlety, cross thousands of rivers, and learn about the world. Tian Shu City is the dragon head of a country, and it originally has the momentum of a hundred rivers returning to the sea, but it built a city wall to isolate itself. Isn't such an act ridiculous?"

Yan Changsha's eyes were like lightning, and Mo Yue's expression changed slightly when he saw it. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted again:

"It's just a wall, what's the point?"

Tian Shu City has a peerless formation. This is not a secret. In fact, similar cities are common among the vassal states.

In his opinion, it was unnecessary.

The city wall could not stop what it wanted to stop, but it blocked some people who wanted to enter outside the city wall.

For example, Mo Yin at this time.

"After 800,000 years, Tian Shu City is almost saturated and cannot accommodate others."

Mo Yue glanced at Mo Yin and advised:

"The world is vast and boundless. There are better places than Tian Shu City. Why doesn't Ninety-third Master consider it?"

Mo Yin did not respond.

Mo Yue continued: "My father promised that as long as you agree to leave, you can take any one of the 84,000 vassal states of Da Yong."

"Hahaha, so eager to eliminate dissidents, brothers fighting each other..."

Mo Yin seemed to be touched, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across his angular face: "It seems that Mo Tianqing is really dying."

After leaving the Xuandu Sect, he returned home as soon as possible. However, it was too late.

Those people not only bribed several outer sect elders of the Xuandu Sect to harm him, but also killed his 'mother'.

Perhaps, in their opinion, it was just a mere Daobing, but to him, that was his only relative.

The mother who raised him alone!

"Bold, how dare you call the Emperor by his name!"

Before Mo Yue could speak, the group behind him had already changed their expressions: "This is a capital crime, why don't you kneel down and beg for death!"

The crowd was excited, and even murderous intent burst out, locking onto Mo Yin and the two of them.

"I heard that the Da Yong royal family has the inheritance of the Heavenly Lord. All emperors can pass on their skills to future generations. After 800,000 years of accumulation, once they inherit the throne, they can cross the fifth or even the sixth tribulation..."

Yan Changsha glanced indifferently at the crowd, thoughtfully:

"If his lifespan is not exhausted, could it be that someone assassinated the king?"

Da Yong is the number one dynasty in the endless continent, with endless luck gathered. Although the Heavenly Lords of the past dynasties did not have long lifespans, they were also counted in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years.

This one on the throne seems to have only been in power for a few years...

"It seems you won't agree."

Mo Yue didn't answer, just sighed softly, not without regret:

"What a pity for your supreme Heaven and Earth Seed!"

Buzz~~~

As soon as his voice fell, the towering Skyscraper Peak suddenly trembled.

Streams of light shot up from the ground, like thousands of dragons piercing through the sea of clouds, crisscrossing each other.

In an instant, the void seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, stretching and stretching at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with...

In the blink of an eye, the space inside and outside this Skyscraper Peak had become more than ten times larger, and it was expanding at a visible speed.

In the folds of the void, shadows flashed out, reflecting each other and obscuring the sky. Invisible air waves rolled down, pressing down on the Skyscraper Peak and causing it to tremble.

"Not a small feat..."

In an instant, the world changed drastically, but Yan Changsha seemed to be interested, raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky indifferently.

As if stars fell from the sky, in the bursts of heart-palpitating fluctuations, the nine shadows showed their original colors.

They resembled floating continents, celestial bodies that had broken free from the shackles of the starry sky, but they were more like terrifying battleships that had experienced bloody battles!

A trace of fluctuation appeared in Mo Yin's cold eyes: "Da Yong Arena!"

The Da Yong Dynasty was able to occupy the most prosperous place in the endless continent, and naturally it was not just by relying on the favor of the Heavenly Lord.

Its ability to stand out from hundreds of millions of potential dragons naturally also had its terrifying aspects that could not be ignored.

The cultivation methods of ordinary sects and even Taoist holy lands like Xuandu Sect have endless changes, but at their root, they still rely on their own blessed lands.

Raising Daobing, refining supernatural powers, and passing through disasters...

It is still a closed-door, self-contained system.

However, the Da Yong Dynasty was not like this.

The foundation of its cultivation lies only in the 'Fighting God Mountain' from the Great Ancestor of Da Yong 800,000 years ago!

For 800,000 years, from the emperors, relatives, and nobles of the past dynasties to the officials, armies, and soldiers, all have used this as the 'seed' to jointly cultivate this 'Refining God Mountain'.

The strong among them will use the 'Refining Platform' as the foundation to cultivate 'Refining Platforms' that can be moved freely but can also bless the 'Refining God Mountain'!

And to cultivate the 'Refining Platform', one must at least be a powerful existence who has survived three thunder tribulations.

Because they do not have their own unique blessed land, the lifespan of the monks of the Da Yong lineage is far less than that of orthodox monks.

However, because they have the 'Refining God Mountain' as their support, their fighting power is extremely strong. Before the fifth tribulation, they are only slightly inferior to the true disciples of Taoist sects like Xuandu Sect.

What is especially terrifying is that the various Refining Platforms come from the same source, and they will also bless each other. The combat power of three or five in a group will be doubled!

If they form a killing formation, even high-level monks will change their colors.

"Da Yong can survive to this day, it's not without its merits."

Yan Changsha's eyes lit up slightly.

Mo Yin's cheap old man didn't leave nothing behind. The refining method of the Fighting Daobing was originally in his soul.

Mo Yin understood, so naturally he understood too.

Seeing it in person, it was indeed extraordinary.

From this point of view, the Great Ancestor of Da Yong was not an ordinary person, and this method had great potential.

Using the monks of Jingzhao to support one person, even if their aptitude is ordinary and the Heaven and Earth Seed they condense is also ordinary, offering it to one person will far exceed any genius of the same level.

If a peerless genius emerges among his descendants, he may not be able to escape the fate of being a pawn.

It's a pity that this avenue, which should have opened its doors wide and welcomed talents from all over the world, was closed by its descendants.

This certainly eliminates the possibility of the guest usurping the host, but it also greatly reduces the height that can be reached.

"Mo Yin!"

A grand and majestic voice flowed down from the sky, as if it could freeze the void: "You think you can run rampant in the world just because you survived the hundred-year pursuit of the Xuandu Outer Sect?"

"Mo Lu!"

Mo Yin's eyes turned cold, and then he sneered: "You finally showed yourself!"

Mo Lu, the forty-third son of the Da Yong Emperor Mo Tianqing, stood out from hundreds of sons because of his excellent talent and was the most promising prince to become the crown prince.

His mother's clan was a large clan in the army. He joined the army at a young age, had a cold personality, and always acted recklessly and without any restrictions.

He was also one of the purposes of his trip to Tian Shu City!

"Interesting."

On the Refining Platform cast like refined gold, a middle-aged man in a red python robe and a purple-gold crown looked down with his hands behind his back, as if sneering:

"You want to kill me? With your hundred years of cultivation, or with the Taoist soldier behind you who only knows how to boast?"

"Once you enter the system, you really forget how much you weigh..."

Yan Changsha responded with a sneer:

"To kill you, I am enough alone!"

Compared to individuals, the system is of course huge and irresistible, but they often forget that they are just individuals, not the system.

In his unique perspective, various texts hung down like a waterfall:

Yan Changsha]

Identity: Samsara Daobing]

Body: 999012 Jiao (Flood Dragon)]

Supernatural Powers: Immortal Slaying Heavenly Blade, God Slaying Heavenly Blade, Great Void Fist, Myriad Battle Great Pill Skill…………]

Source Power: 687 points]

Evaluation: Ephemera for a day, grass and trees for an autumn... Jiao can live for tens of thousands of years, and gods can live forever! If you step into the gate of God, you can become a long-lived reptile.

Now, it's just a short-lived reptile!]

"Hahaha!"

Overwhelming laughter echoed from the Refining Platforms, and powerful soldiers stepped out.

"To kill you, why do we need the Prince to take action?"

The leading lieutenant raised the dragon spear in his hand and glared at Mo Yin and the two of them with cold eyes:

"We have killed a lot of disciples from major sects, but it's really rare to see someone with such a big tone as you."

A hundred years is indeed short for monks at this time, even less than the time required for a retreat, but for him, it is long enough.

Enough for him to cross the worm, scale, and jiao stages until he reaches the so-called gate of God.

Yan Changsha glanced at Mo Yin, and only when the latter nodded slightly did he slowly get up and mutter to himself:

"Killing this batch should be enough."