Chapter 1 Hong Xuan

Hoo~~~

An Qisheng stood in the long sky, his aura as calm as a deep pool, showing no trace of the violent blood qi from his previous fight.

But all who looked at him felt a majestic aura between heaven and earth, like a towering mountain before them. They could not see the details, only the outline, and they already felt a kind of inviolable sanctity.

A great awe arose in their hearts.

"Hong Xuan, Hong Xuan... Five-colored Divine Light..."

Amidst the hideous and messy ruins, Qing Wuju stared deeply at the figure in the sky, the last ray of light in his eyes dimming:

"I'll remember you..."

His voice was light, and like his body, it was scattered by the wind in the void.

Whoosh~

A faint, imperceptible stream of light flashed and disappeared into the void.

A Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Great Cultivator's Dharma Idol was shattered in mid-air...

Yu Xuan, Wang Xuangan, and the others watched, their minds swaying, unable to control themselves for a time, both shocked and delighted.

Only Lin Bimei was lost in deep self-doubt.

He simply couldn't believe that the Daoist standing with his hands behind his back in the sky at this moment was the same one he had seen in Blue Mountain City a few months ago.

At that time, this Hong Xuan Daoist's moves were indeed extremely powerful, but he thought that he was not much different from himself.

But at this moment, seeing him shatter the Yuanshen Great Cultivator's Yuanshen Dharma Idol with a single blow, and with the legendary King of Divine Powers.

Once upon a time, a small sect cultivator that he hadn't even remembered was now a top expert in You Province, the Northwest Dao, and even the entire Da Zhou.

This made it a little difficult for him to accept.

"Sect Master..."

Gazing at the figure in the sky, Gongyang Yan's body trembled, his mind churning with all sorts of thoughts, as if in a dream.

This, how could this be possible?

That was a Yuanshen Great Cultivator, a realm that even the highest-ranking person in the Hunyi Sect in eight hundred years could not even touch.

And he was defeated by their own Sect Master?

"Yuanshen Dharma Idol..."

An Qisheng naturally didn't care how others saw him. As he lowered his eyes slightly, a faint golden brand formed in the depths of his eyes.

Dao patterns flowed within it, wriggling as if alive, and faintly, it seemed to flicker with the images seen before.

This was Qing Wuju's Yuanshen imprint.

Upon achieving Yuanshen, one would begin to gather one's scattered information in the void. Even with the ability to enter dreams, one would need to break its balance in order to search for its information.

The battle ended, and the imprint formed.

Just right.

"Roar~"

At this moment, a low moan came from the ruins, and a white light rose into the sky, swaying uncertainly.

As if it hadn't reacted yet, it let out a whimper and rushed towards An Qisheng.

"A different species of heaven and earth?"

An Qisheng retracted his thoughts and casually raised his hand, steadily catching the white light in his hand.

It was the Yuan Elephant that had been beaten back to its original form by Qing Wuju's blow.

"What great strength."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling as if a dragon was struggling in his palm. If he wasn't careful, it would almost break free.

The Huangtian Realm had a rich spiritual energy, making it easy to nurture spiritual seeds and spiritual birds. Among them, the Yuan Elephant clan could be considered top-notch, and in legends, they were spiritual beasts second only to the dragon race.

Especially their physical strength, which could even rival that of the dragon race.

In the information he had searched, there were also many records about this Yuan Elephant. It was said that this Yuan Elephant could only be subdued by those with noble character.

Especially in Confucianism, its status was extremely high, comparable to several ancient spiritual seeds.

"Roar~ Roar~"

The jade-like little guy roared and struggled, completely forgetting himself, seemingly still immersed in the previous fight with Qing Wuju, acting like a madman.

The Yuan Elephant's strength was immense. If it hadn't been severely injured twice, An Qisheng's casual grab might have really allowed it to break free.

"Bai Yu!"

At this moment, Zeng San, who had recovered from the shock, softly called out. An invisible strange power spread out, smoothing the agitated Bai Yu (White Jade) Yuan Elephant.

"L-Lord?"

The Bai Yu Yuan Elephant woke up as if from a dream, and only then did it realize that it was being firmly pinched in the fingertips of a Daoist. It immediately wanted to struggle again.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng flipped his palm, flicked his finger, and the little guy couldn't withstand it. He cried out and spun towards Zeng San on the chariot.

Zeng San casually caught the little thing, then stood up and bowed: "I am grateful for Daoist Hong Xuan's rescue this time, Zeng will remember it in my heart, and will surely repay it."

"Old gentleman, you are too polite."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and said frankly, "I made this move for a reason."

Although Confucianism was not among the 'Two Sacred Grounds, Three Imperial Dynasties, and Seven Sects,' it was considered a strong sect in Southern Zhan and even the Four Great Continents, and it was also a prominent school of thought.

The interference of many sects in the human world combined was not as great as the Confucian 'Saint' Dao lineage.

Whether he wanted to trace back that lost period of time, or to retrieve his many Yuanshen fragments, he could borrow the power of Confucianism.

"Even so, etiquette cannot be abandoned."

Zeng San bowed three times before standing up: "That Wuwang Sea is backed by the Lord of the Myriad Dragon Nest, and although its strength is average, it is quite troublesome. No matter why Daoist acted, this old man is deeply grateful."

An Qisheng nodded and said no more, descending from the sky and returning to the desolate mountain peak where he had initially sat cross-legged.

Zeng San put down the Yuan Elephant, took a step, and also landed on the desolate mountain.

"Sect Master..."

Looking at the two people on the desolate mountain, Gongyang Yan hesitated, wanting to remind his Sect Master not to get involved in the affairs of these large sects.

But then he thought that his Sect Master already had Yuanshen cultivation, and only needed to go to the 'Wanfa Chaozong' (Myriad Methods Pay Homage) Land. Not to mention replacing 'Fanwu Dao' as the master of the Northwest Dao.

At the very least, he could overthrow 'Tiangang Gate' and become the master of You Province.

In that case, backed by the Da Zhou Imperial Dynasty, unless he offended the Dao Palace and the Sumeru Two Sacred Grounds, he wouldn't have to fear any other forces, right?

With this thought, he breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the devastated mountains. This look immediately gave him another headache.

The power of Yuanshen collision, even if it was only a negligible aftermath, was a disaster for ordinary people.

Even though Yu Xuan and the others had tried their best to protect it, more than half of the newly repaired wooden city had collapsed again...

Hoo~

The desolate mountain was dilapidated. The grass and stones where the blood of the Yuan Elephant had splattered had all evaporated. From this point of view, the thousands of miles long blood-colored canyon was like a forbidden zone for living beings.

"Old gentleman, please sit."

With a wave of his hand, stone tables and chairs emerged from the ground.

His realm had not fallen, and once spiritual energy could be used, all kinds of divine powers would naturally return. He naturally did not need to follow the same step-by-step approach as the cultivators of this realm.

"Daoist is too kind."

Zeng San first straightened his clothes, then lifted the hem of his robe, and sat upright. Seeing the stone table empty, he flicked his sleeve and took out a simple yellow wine pot:

"Huang Gan Wine is made by cultivating spiritual oranges with the pure water of the four seas. Its quality is particularly high, its fragrance surpasses ordinary wines, and even immortal wines cannot compare to it. It can be considered a treasure."

With that, he poured a cup for An Qisheng.

An Qisheng took it and shook it slightly. He only felt the fragrance of the wine filling his nostrils. Although the spiritual energy was not strong, the aroma was excellent. He couldn't help but nod:

"It is indeed good wine."

After several months of sorting things out, An Qisheng already knew this realm very well.

Just by looking at the surface, the cities of Da Zhou, as well as the other two great imperial dynasties, and even the entire world, seemed no different from the Jiu Fu Realm and the Human Realm.

But this was, after all, a great world that, apart from the years that had been deliberately erased, had never lost its heritage.

Above the mortal world, there was another level, a world that ordinary people could not touch or understand.

This pot of Huang Gan Wine, for mortals, was a treasure that could cure all diseases, revive the dead, and prolong life.

But for cultivators, it was just wine.

The two sat down and drank a few cups of wine each. An Qisheng spoke first: "I heard that Wuwang Sea is far above the North Sea. What did the old gentleman do to make them chase you all the way here?"

The Earth Immortal Dao's heaven and earth were vast, with the Eastern Victory, Southern Zhan, Western He, and Northern Ju four continents, and the East, West, North, and South four seas.

Above was heaven, below was the underworld.

Together, they were called the Four Continents, Four Seas, and Three Realms Heaven.

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Among them, although the North Sea was not far from Southern Zhan, that was only relative.

Even for Yuanshen Great Cultivators who could travel tens of thousands of miles with a thought, it was not easy to cross over.

"Wuwang Sea is under the jurisdiction of the Myriad Dragon Nest. The reason they chased me here is naturally the order of the Myriad Dragon Nest. The Myriad Dragon Nest has immense power, not much inferior to Da Zhou. It is said that the current Dragon Lord has cultivated the Zhulong Dharma Body, and his strength is heaven-piercing. Wuwang Sea naturally would not dare to disobey his orders."

Zeng San did not hide anything, and said frankly, "I went to the North Sea a few years ago to search for the traces of Master, but I accidentally killed dozens of dragon sons and was severely injured by the Dragon Lord with a single blow."

"Dharma Body?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

The only Dharma Body he had seen since coming to this realm was the Daoist Lu whose fate he had glimpsed from afar.

In the Dao Yi Diagram's system, the Dharma Body was also called the Earth Immortal, a three-star level!

Looking at this realm, he was already a top figure.

"Daoist Hong doesn't need to worry. The current Da Zhou Emperor is as powerful as a celestial deity, and even that Dragon Lord would never dare to enter Da Zhou lightly."

As he spoke, a trace of bitterness appeared on Zeng San's face: "If not, unless this old man can suddenly comprehend the 'Magnificent Righteousness River,' I'm afraid I would have died in the vast North Sea."

Cultivation was like ascending to heaven, one step, one level of heaven.

Just as the nine revolutions of the Golden Core were vastly different, the three sacrifices of the Yuanshen were even more different.

Dharma Idol, Dharma Body, Manifestation of Sainthood.

The Yuanshen only had three sacrifices, 'Heaven, Earth, and Man,' but the gap between each level was like the difference between clouds and mud!

The Dharma Idol was also called the Human Immortal, but the Dharma Body was already an Earth Immortal!

Although he had already stepped into the 'Dharma Idol' realm, unless he could retrieve the 'Magnificent Righteousness River,' a Confucian Divine Power King that was as famous as the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Otherwise, he would not be able to fight the Lord of the Myriad Dragon Nest at all.

'Yuanshen of Heaven, Earth, and Man, Manifestation of Sainthood as a Celestial Immortal. Does that mean that the current Da Zhou Emperor is already at the Celestial Immortal level?'

An Qisheng's heart stirred, but his face did not show it: "The Confucian Magnificent Righteousness River, has it also lost its inheritance?"

"Among the ten Divine Powers under the Sage, apart from the 'Seven Treasures Wonderful Art' and the 'Imperial Pole World-Shocking,' most have been cut off. The Ding Yi Dragon Form Three Three Style is like that, the Five-Colored Divine Light is like that, and the Magnificent Righteousness River is also like that."

Zeng San hesitated, but seemed to have some concerns.

An Qisheng noticed that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask, "Is there something inappropriate?"

"Speaking of which, since Daoist is a successor of the Five-Colored Divine Light, have you ever heard of a legend passed down from the previous dynasty?"

Zeng San poured a cup of wine for each of them before looking at the slightly frowning An Qisheng, his tone strange:

"It is said that before the Great Xia, there was a Daoist who came from beyond the heavens and took King Yu as his disciple. Confucius and Master also sought advice from him..."