Chapter 1 The Sound

Buzz!

A giant sound echoed through the universe, the sky roiling like a sea, the gale howling like a tide, sweeping in all directions.

The earth-shattering explosion flashed and vanished in an instant. That five-colored hand actually grasped the pagoda stupa formed by interwoven divine powers as if it were a real object!

The giant hand was large and complete, and beneath the interweaving of five colors, mountain-like knuckles could be seen, with lines on them like mountain ranges and deep ravines.

Like the boundlessness of the heavens, like the solidity of the earth.

Between the fingers and palms, it seemed to contain the mountains and rivers of the world, encompassing all things!

Five-colored divine light?!

In the gale strong enough to tear apart the void, Fan Wuyi's face twitched violently, not from the damage of the gale, but from the shock in his heart, which he could not control for a moment.

The moment the five colors appeared, they had completely dominated his vision, and everything he saw was a five-colored ocean.

How could he not know the Five-Colored Divine Light?

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Zhou Ancestor and others discussed the divine powers of the world, and rated the ten greatest divine powers of all time, and this Five-Colored Divine Light was among them!

But other than the Great Zhou Ancestor, no one had ever truly seen these ten greatest divine powers.

Even though he had traveled all over the four continents and four seas, set foot on the six heavens, ascended to the Dao Palace, and climbed Mount Sumeru, he had never truly seen the king of the ten greatest divine powers.

He never expected that the Five-Colored Divine Light, which he had never seen once in his travels across the world tens of thousands of years ago, would actually appear at this moment!

"Is this world fortunate or unfortunate?"

An Qisheng, however, felt no joy in pressing down on the giant pagoda spanning the heavens and the earth, nor did he care about Fan Wuyi's shocked reaction. He simply gazed at the long sky and sighed in his heart.

How could the Huangtian (Imperial Heaven) Realm be merely blessed by heaven?

Combining all the realms to offer to one world, the potential of this world far exceeded any world he had experienced.

Born in this world, stained with spiritual essence, people could cultivate, plants and trees could become spiritual, beasts and birds could become demons. Even those who did not understand cultivation could live for more than three hundred years.

The spiritual essence of this world was like Qi and like spirit, capable of deducing the evolution of all things, and containing within it countless Daoist treasures and spiritual rhymes, serving as a medium for the inheritance of this world.

All laws and Dao, from ancient times to the present.

Even if there were no successors, and nothing was written down, as long as there were those with high comprehension, they could comprehend the severed inheritance from the spiritual essence!

The practitioners of this world did not merely absorb a wisp of spiritual essence, the Dao and Dharma within it were boundless!

Therefore, for the truly intelligent in this world, cultivating the Dao of spiritual essence in this world had no bottlenecks at all.

Just like on Planet Xuan, what limits your understanding of all kinds of information is only the quality of your own material.

It was precisely because of this that a wisp of spiritual essence vented into the lower realm could completely subvert the inheritance of the Human Dao, replace it, and distort the will of the entire Human Realm!

Only when he truly came into contact with the spiritual essence of this world did he understand why someone as strong as Gu Changfeng, who possessed the Dao Yi divine power, could not escape the poison of the spiritual essence.

Because what he had to face was not only the distorted will of the Human Dao, but also this wisp of spiritual essence that could crush the ancient sky.

That originated from the wisdom, divine powers, and mysteries of countless geniuses, heroes, and myriad spirits of the Huangtian Realm throughout the ages. The more talented one was, the more difficult it was to extricate oneself.

How could one person's brilliance surpass all the talented people throughout the ages?

Even, from the moment they came into contact with spiritual essence, their own Dao and Dharma would be inherited by the spiritual essence!

Until the end, what they had to face was themselves plus all the heroes of ancient and modern times. How could they have a chance of winning?

Cultivating in the Huangtian Realm truly took the idea of 'predecessors planting trees for future generations to enjoy the shade' to the extreme. The ease of cultivation was far greater than in the Wanyang Realm.

Unfortunately, success came from spiritual essence, and failure also came from spiritual essence.

Relying on the laws and principles of others, no matter how closely one clung to them, there would always be gaps. To ordinary people, it would naturally be perfect and flawless, but to An Qisheng.

The loopholes were too big.

"This... how could this be?"

Fan Wuyi's heart shook violently.

The moment that five-colored hand tore through the sky and grasped his 'Eight Treasures Stupa' divine power, an indescribable force had completely enveloped him along with this void.

This force did not come from outside, but from within, acting on every tiny and insignificant part of his body!

It seemed that in the next instant, it would completely erase him from the world from the most subtle level!

"Ah!"

An unprecedentedly huge shadow filled his mind. Under the indescribable pressure, Fan Wuyi completely erupted.

A low roar did not need to be transmitted through the void, it had already resounded throughout the universe, vast and boundless, instantly shaking the mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles.

The mountains and land for tens of thousands of miles trembled violently, countless amounts of soil and rocks were shaken into the high sky, and countless birds and beasts were startled, howling and fleeing.

Above the many cities in the midst of the tremors, the light of the formations flickered several times, and countless people were terrified, not knowing what had happened.

Even more so, cultivators in the mountains and the human world were alarmed, and when they looked from afar, their faces were all drained of color.

It was already like this from tens of thousands of miles away.

Gongyang Yan and the others who were close at hand retreated again and again. Rabbit Eight was still somewhat better, but the Great Flower Donkey's four hooves were soft, and it could not even stand up.

The one-eyed little calico cat, which had been thrown into the mud, had its fur standing on end, its body trembling, its one eye full of fear and trepidation.

Buzz!

Beneath the giant palm, the Eight Treasures Stupa spanning the heavens and the earth trembled violently along with this low roar.

Divine light burst forth, Buddhist sounds, Zen chants, dragon roars, killing sounds... all eight sounds exploded at once, all kinds of divine light burned, instantly boiling the sky.

And even earlier than the various divine sounds, were the lifelike divine statues on the stupa, like murals!

Yakshas, Asuras, Garudas, Devas, Nagas...

All stepped forward, raised their eyebrows, and glared angrily.

"They're alive, they're really alive..."

Seeing the giant pagoda humming, and the various divine shadows on it rising into the sky along with various divine powers, Gongyang Yan and the others were all shocked.

Lifelike and truly alive were two completely different concepts!

Although Gongyang Yan's cultivation was not high, in the months since, under An Qisheng's guidance, his realm had improved many times. He could see clearly that the giant pagoda was simply transformed from divine powers and immortal arts.

And at this time, this immortal art, or rather, the various divine powers that made up this immortal art, had actually come to life!

In legends, this kind of scene is also called 'Dharma has Primordial Spirit'!

Impossible without a Dharma Body expert!

Boom!

Crack!

Buzz!

Zheng!

All kinds of divine sounds resounded.

Figures rose into the sky, wielding all kinds of Dharma weapons and Buddhist treasures, bursting out with a river of divine powers sufficient to tear apart the sky.

They wanted to bypass the five-colored hand and directly kill the Daoist who stood with his hands behind his back in the long sky!

"All in vain..."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and sighed softly. As his five fingers trembled in the air, he pinched the Eight Treasures Stupa into scattered divine light and threw it away.

Then, he pressed down horizontally.

The knuckles were like mountains, filling the heavens and the earth, covering everything, and the vast and mighty aura flowed down with them, like the sky falling down, like the starry sky descending.

Hu!

The air roared.

To everyone's surprise, the earth-shattering collision that they had imagined did not occur.

The hand spanning the long sky fell smoothly, and the five fingers, as large as mountains and rivers, rose or fell, or disappeared or struck, not like divine powers erupting, but rather like composing a shocking song with this world as a string.

It just pressed down gently.

The rivers of divine powers, whether surrounded by Buddha's light, or filled with dragon roars, or terrifyingly murderous, disappeared silently between those five fingers, under that palm!

Even Gongyang Yan and the others, who were watching this battle without the slightest distraction, did not see how those rivers of divine power disappeared.

Even Fan Wuyi, who was bearing the brunt and enduring all the pressure, could not see it!

"Five-Colored Divine Light, nothing cannot be brushed away..."

Fan Wuyi's pupils were contracting and expanding violently. He had too many doubts and too much unwillingness in his heart that he wanted to vent and say.

But the descent of this hand seemed extremely slow, but it seemed to transcend time and space, so fast that it was unimaginable.

Even if his divine will burned to the limit, he could only watch helplessly.

Watching the Yakshas, Asuras, Garudas, Devas, and Nagas, as small as ants under those five fingers, like mosquitoes caught in a spider web.

First they trembled, and then, like the rivers of divine power, they disappeared into the palm.

Finally, his vision went black, and infinite darkness followed, completely submerging his world.

"What a king of divine powers..."

At the last moment, Fan Wuyi suddenly calmed down, and the sound of disappointment faded away with the wind, disappearing in an instant.

Hu!

The mountain-like knuckles still fell, but their speed was even slower, and it took several moments for them to reach the ground from the sky.

And as the palm print landed, the clouds and gales that stirred in the sky, the boiling and burning Yuan Qi and spiritual essence, the scattered and flying ripples of divine light,

And even the earth that trembled like a drum, all calmed down.

Until the palm print dissipated, the world was calm and tranquil.

Hu!

The last wisp of gale disappeared into the five fingers of the closed palm.

In the long sky, An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked down. On the desolate wilderness for thousands of miles, the grass and trees were all flattened, and the hard and flat wilderness turned out new soil, and the earthworms could be seen wriggling within.

The wilderness was still a wilderness, but the ancient city that was originally there disappeared without a trace as the bubble was punctured, leaving no trace.

Only the chariot parked in the city could still be vaguely seen in the dust.

"Cough cough~~~"

In the midst of a devastated wilderness, Gongyang Yan, in tattered clothes, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and smiled bitterly as he looked at his damaged Dharma robe.

He could not care about the damage to the Dharma robe. He stepped forward in three steps and crossed the void to come before An Qisheng.

"M-Master?"

Looking at An Qisheng, who was reaching out to pick up a handful of soil before the ruins, letting it flow from his fingers, half of Gongyang Yan's doubts were swallowed back down:

"You, you killed him..."

Gongyang Yan was worried.

The reason why the Fan Wu Dao could still maintain a path, pasturing hundreds of millions of people, even today when it has been constantly weakening for tens of thousands of years, was definitely not without foundation.

If this was really the remnant soul of Fan Wuyi, then the problem would be big!

"A wisp of obsession left behind by a Manifest Saint, if it could be easily killed and erased, it wouldn't have waited until today..."

Spreading out his palm, letting the sand between his fingers go with the wind, An Qisheng then lowered his eyes to his palm. As a faint light flickered, a city could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing in his palm:

"Your Sumeru Mustard Seed method is too ordinary!"