Chapter 10 The Altar

On the Tianqi Platform, Yang Jian lowered his head slightly, somewhat unable to look directly at his teacher.

He believed his talent was already at the peak of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Not to mention his peers, even looking at the past and present, Yang Jian felt that few could surpass him.

Until his teacher first taught him 'Yuanyang Nine Revolutions' and then bestowed upon him the 'Manifest True Lord Divine Position,' the only bit of self-importance he had left shattered cleanly.

No other reason, it was simply too obscure and difficult.

Compared to the various external paths he had never put his heart into but had instead cultivated to great success, it was worlds apart.

An Qisheng understood Yang Jian's thoughts like the back of his hand. Seeing him lower his head, he asked calmly, "Do you know why I didn't teach you supernatural powers? To the point that you have a physical body comparable to the Buddhist golden body, but no supernatural powers to use?"

"This... disciple doesn't know."

Yang Jian's heart trembled, then he lowered his head again: "Teacher, it must be for the good of the disciple..."

He didn't initially know about his own uniqueness until he met and talked with other cultivators. Only then did he realize that what he had learned was different from any other cultivator.

It wasn't the orthodox paths of Daoism, Buddhism, Gods, Demons, Devils, Ghosts, Confucianism, etc., nor was it the side paths of formations, swords, weapons, pills, talismans, etc. It wasn't even the same as the Great Zhou army's martial arts, which was the most similar.

Although he had never asked his teacher, that didn't mean he didn't have doubts in his heart.

"Gods are the mind, supernatural powers are like mind powers, supernatural powers are merely external manifestations of the mind. The higher the mind, the higher the supernatural powers... Yuanyang Nine Revolutions uses the body to attain the Dao, and the Divine Lord position is a tempering of the mind and spirit. When both are achieved, the body and mind are unhindered, and supernatural powers will naturally arise."

An Qisheng spoke lightly.

Knowing Yang Jian's past and present life, he naturally understood that what he needed to break his greatest tribulation in life and start anew was not just the quantity of supernatural powers, but the strength of his mind and spirit.

Otherwise, even if he lived for ten thousand years, he would only be a shadow.

That was why, even though Yang Jian was already of marriageable age, he was still a '0' in the Dao-One Diagram's examination.

If this tribulation was not broken, he couldn't even be considered to exist!

Yang Jian seemed to understand, but he still remembered everything in his heart. After digesting it for a long time, he asked, "Teacher, in recent years, whenever I enter meditation, I always comprehend some supernatural powers from heaven and earth. Is this because my mind is in harmony with certain principles of heaven and earth?"

"All methods and Daos ultimately return to heaven. There are countless formulas and supernatural powers in the dark. You comprehend it because your comprehension is acceptable. Whether it is in harmony or not, you will know in the future."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart but didn't say much. He just waved his hand and told Yang Jian to leave.

A wisp of spiritual energy carries all Daos, running through the past and present. All the supernatural powers and secret techniques of this world from ancient times to the present are contained in the spiritual energy, but that is not something that can be easily comprehended.

What Yang Jian said about harmony naturally made sense.

But at its root, it was because certain existences wanted him to comprehend it.

Otherwise, his comprehension would be far greater than Yang Jian's, and he would have already imprinted all the ancient and modern inheritances of this world in his heart.

Hu~

The Tianqi Platform was surrounded by divine light, and raindrops transformed from spiritual energy patted everywhere, making a rustling sound.

Dark clouds seemed to gather, obscuring the sun. The wind was rising, and a storm was approaching.

"Every time there is a Heaven Worship Ceremony, there will inevitably be gatherings of wind and clouds in various places in Nanzhan, with the Great Zhou being the most prominent. The heavy rain will not stop for several years, until after the Heaven Worship Ceremony, when the rain will clear and the sky will clear. There has never been an exception in tens of thousands of years..."

In the rising wind and rain, Long Xingyi's voice came from a distance. He paced through the wind and rain, climbing the steps like a mortal, allowing the wind and rain to beat on his tassels, imperial robes, sword hilt, dragon boots...

"Does Mister know what extinguished the still-raging flames of war after the fall of Xia forty thousand years ago?"

Stopping at the edge of the Tianqi Platform, Long Xingyi slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the Taoist priest with his back to him: "It was a great rain that lasted for three hundred and thirty-three years. That great rain almost submerged most of Nanzhan, completely extinguishing the flames of war in Nanzhan, and also extinguishing the war of unification launched by the ancestors of the Great Zhou, Great Liang, and Yuhua dynasties..."

"This is the origin of Heaven Worship!"

Kacha!

Electric snakes rolled through the dark clouds, bringing a moment of light, and then bringing a deeper sense of oppression.

"People say that standing tall allows you to see far, but the higher you stand, the more you feel your own insignificance..."

Feeling the rain on his face, An Qisheng felt something.

The higher you go, the harder it is to walk. The deeper your cultivation, the higher your realm, the more you can feel that insurmountable gap.

"Seeing the vastness of heaven and earth, understanding one's own insignificance, is at least better than not knowing the heights and sizes!"

Long Xingyi took a few steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with An Qisheng, looking into the distance. His calm tone seemed to contain boundless waves: "This life of mine was hard-won, and I am even less willing to bow before anyone!"

Looking at the ink-colored sky, Long Xingyi's heart seemed to be burning with raging fire.

The tragic scene of the return of the gods in his previous life, the collapse of the earth, seemed to flash before his eyes. In this life, he would never be willing to entrust his life and death to 'Heaven's will' again.

An Qisheng glanced at this 'reborn person' beside him and said lightly, "Giving gifts to people must be for a reason. You gave me all the books of the Great Zhou for forty thousand years, but I don't know what you are asking for?"

"Hoo!"

Long Xingyi took a step back, shook his sleeves, and fell to the ground: "The great calamity is coming, I only wish that Mister can lend me a hand, and help my Great Zhou!"

Having lived a second life, he had never worshiped heaven and earth once, and had never even glanced at the gods and demons of the world. Only this bow, he was willing to give wholeheartedly.

In his previous life, he was imprisoned in a cage, and could only be accompanied by books every day. Although his cultivation was ordinary, he knew ancient history, and had even experienced that period of turmoil.

He knew deeply what kind of existence the person in front of him was.

The ancient history only recorded about him: 'An extraordinary person descended from the sky, spreading the law to the world, teaching without discrimination.'

But that 'Yu,' who single-handedly opened up the first unified dynasty in the years, the Confucian master who inherited the Dao, sorted out the norms, and established the laws, the 'Peacock' whose five-colored Dao ran rampant throughout the universe, and could be called the number one demon of the eras.

That giant demon who stepped on the ocean, topped the Mount Sumeru, and shook the heaven and earth...

Were all his disciples!

Among the ten supernatural powers of the sage that were recognized by countless people, except for Imperial Pole World-Shocking and Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the remaining eight supernatural powers were all related to him!

This was truly a peerless giant with the power to recreate the universe.

Throughout the ages, compared to the higher ones, there were only those few who existed since the beginning of the world.

"Help you?"

An Qisheng smiled noncommittally: "Since you know who I am, how can you expect me to help you?"

In a sense, everything in Great Xia was greatly related to him, even if the relationship was indirect, it still had a connection.

"The destruction of the previous dynasty was not due to people, but due to heaven! Even if Xia was destroyed without Zhou replacing it, there would still be Great Liang, Yuhua, and if there were no these two dynasties, there would be others! Great Zhou, at least, inherits the legal system of the previous dynasty and respects Confucianism!"

Long Xingyi bowed for a long time and couldn't afford to get up. Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't speak, he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I have a word that can show my heart!"

"Oh?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and there was a hint of surprise in them, as if he didn't expect Long Xingyi to make this decision.

"I am not a person of this world, but from the future!"

"... That day, after I died, I didn't go to the netherworld, nor was I captured by anyone, but I just wandered like a lonely soul between heaven and earth...

I saw the flames of war spreading all over the world. Great Zhou and even Nanzhan were threatened by the collapse of the sky. The power of the gods was like a prison. With just a finger, thousands of mountains would collapse, and ten thousand waters would dry up...

I saw blood rain falling from the sky, dyeing the mountains, rivers, and lakes red. The prosperous land of the Great Zhou became wasteland, and there were no shadows of people or animals for thousands of miles, and there were no graves...

I saw the stars swaying, and the gods calling the Milky Way to cleanse the heaven and earth. Countless cultivators and mortals turned into mud in the water of the Milky Way, and their souls dissipated...

In the past, I just wanted to protect myself, but now, I want to do something..."

Long Xingyi originally thought that he would be reluctant to reveal the secret he had hidden for ten thousand years, but unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, he felt extremely happy in his heart, as if a big stone had fallen to the ground, and he felt indescribably relaxed and free.

The dusty heart gradually revealed its brilliance.

An Qisheng listened quietly, matching everything with what he knew, until Long Xingyi breathed out a mouthful of turbid air as if relieved of a burden, and then spoke: "He must have suppressed this secret for a long time, why do you want to say it now?"

"Why do I want to say it..."

Long Xingyi was slightly startled, and a obscure smile appeared on his face that was difficult to understand: "Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also want someone who can support these..."

Rarely, Long Xingyi revealed a trace of weakness.

He originally thought that he had tempered his heart to be indestructible, but until this moment, analyzing his heart, he gradually understood.

He was not as indestructible as he thought.

If there was no other choice, he could only resist, without regret until death, but if there was another choice, there would always be a unrealistic hope in his heart...

"Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also want someone who can support these..."

Chewing on Long Xingyi's words, An Qisheng was also suddenly touched in his heart.

Long Xingyi was like this.

Wasn't he himself the same?

Xuanxing, Huangtian, the Gods, the Witch God Realm...

Compared to Long Xingyi, he had more in his heart and more on his back.

Long Xingyi could ask him for help, but who could he ask for help?

In the dense raindrops, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened them again, and restored his composure.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

......

Time flies, comes and goes in a hurry, and does not stay for anyone.

The rain in the imperial capital has been falling for more than two years, even if the rain is not too heavy, the streams of water flow out through the ninety-nine districts and hang down on Panlong Peak, like a waterfall hanging upside down for thousands of miles, which is spectacular.

"This rain is too abnormal..."

Qiao Moke, who was wearing a single coat, walked out of the stable, and a shadow could not help but cast a shadow in his heart when he looked at the dark sky: "He shouldn't know where he is in this situation..."

After two years of separation, Qiao Moke's patience finally reached its limit.

He glanced at the alien spirit horses in the stable, turned around, and turned into a stream of light and escaped into the ground. The many restrictions in the mansion could not trap him.

"Finally, couldn't help it?"

In the hazy mist, Lin Boxun stood with his hands behind his back, watching Qiao Moke who had escaped into the distance, and couldn't help licking his lips: "When all laws come to the sect and the air is transporting together, these people with great luck will have changes."

The important affairs of the country are in sacrifice and war, the former being more important than the latter.

This was especially true for Lin Boxun.

On the day of the Heaven Worship Ceremony, the luck of the world came one after another, and the earth was connected to the sky, enough to suppress anyone with great luck!

If you want to do the act of 'borrowing life', there is no day more suitable than before and after the Heaven Worship Ceremony. Even those who bear pure green and pure gold life styles will not encounter bad luck on this day.

Because, this is the time when luck returns and destiny changes!

Kacha!

The thunder dragon rolled away, and the sky was bright, illuminating the imperial city.

In various parts of the imperial city, rays of light penetrated the rain curtain and looked at the majestic imperial city.

I saw the thunder dragon rolling away, from the sky to the ground, and the place where it was attached was a high platform that was thousands of feet high!

The high platform was cyan in color, solemn and magnificent to the extreme, like a spine of the sky that penetrated deep into the thunderclouds, as if to compete with the sky!