Chapter 111 Hongxuan Daoist

“Hongxuan Daoist... Interesting, more and more interesting...”

The white-haired youth cast a deep glance at the Daoist standing tall in the sky hundreds of millions of miles away, a strange smile appearing on the corner of his lips: “If you can break Emperor Cang’s methods, perhaps we will have a chance to meet again...”

“Your Majesty!”

Watching that scene, the Prince's expression changed, a touch of sorrow rising from the depths of his soul, as if feeling empathy for a fallen comrade: “The Antarctic, he, he...”

“Creation has the essence of immortality, but ultimately lacks the foundation of eternity...”

The white-haired youth glanced at the Prince nonchalantly, a smile playing on his lips: “Some people, once they die, will never return.”

As his voice faded, he disappeared into nothingness.

Leaving behind the Prince, who trembled with awe, suppressed the complexity in his heart, and fled into the distance, not daring to linger for even a moment.

...

Hoo~

Beneath蟠龙峰 (Panlong Peak), the massive air currents that had yet to rise were suppressed by an invisible force, unable to lift more than three feet off the ground, and could only spread rapidly along the horizon.

“It’s over...”

Long Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the origin of the air currents, his expression changing several times.

A giant peak rose from the ground, almost as tall as 蟠龙峰 (Panlong Peak), its power seemingly even greater. Although separated by tens of thousands of miles, the two peaks seemed tightly connected.

Not only him, but any cultivator could see that magnificent peak.

At this moment, substantial spiritual light flowed down the giant peak like a waterfall. Where it fell, the desolate ruins seemed to be revitalized, and the dried-up rivers and lakes reappeared.

The disrupted spiritual energy gradually recovered, even exceeding its previous state.

“The Antarctic, has fallen...”

Long Xingyi was somewhat dazed. Even though 应天道 (Ying Tian Dao) had suppressed him for ten thousand years, its significance in his heart could never compare to that of the Great God of the Antarctic.

Even though the Great God of the Antarctic had not yet recovered his cultivation of Creation, he was, after all, a giant of Creation, far beyond the comparison of ordinary Yuanshen Great cultivators.

Seeing the spiritual energy of this Great God being fed back into the world after his fall, the shock he felt was far greater than that of 应天道 (Ying Tian Dao) being captured in a single move.

Looking at the Daoist in the sky, his expression was shaken, his mind agitated, yet also somewhat expecting.

Without such strength, how could he have created a unified dynasty belonging solely to the human race in that era when gods and demons ruled all realms?

“That aura...”

Long Xingyi, and even the various Dao Lords and powerhouses of the Great Zhou Dynasty, were filled with awe and horror. An Qisheng paid no attention to their gazes. Only his eyes flickered as he looked towards the southeast void.

Before镇杀 (zhensha - to suppress and kill) the Antarctic Daoist, he had already sensed an unusual gaze spying on him from 380 million miles away in the southeast.

For mortals, this was an unreachable distance, but for existences like him, it was no different from being close at hand.

Therefore, during the previous battle, he had been using seventy percent of his focus to be wary of that person.

The strange thing was that the person clearly had the opportunity and ability to attack, but did nothing, allowing him to镇杀 (zhensha - to suppress and kill) the Antarctic Old Daoist...

“Purple Qi, Purple Qi...”

In a corner of the Imperial City, Lin Boxun muttered to himself, still immersed in the scene he had witnessed, unable to extricate himself. He seemed unaware that his eyes were bleeding.

Only when the battle ended did he slowly regain his senses and ask, “A strand of red, longevity can be expected; more than half red, immortality can be glimpsed; golden foundation, Creation is certain... What is this purple, what is purple?”

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Among the colors of fortune, gray and white are mediocre, red is extremely rare, and gold is even more unnecessary to mention. He had only seen it on his own Grandson Prince Long Xingyi, and on that 'Gongyang Yan'.

But how far apart are gold and purple?

Let alone that it was not just a little purple light, but purple filling the sky, filling the heaven and earth!

Twenty years of experience had allowed Lin Boxun to deeply understand the mysteries of the 'Mandate of Heaven Compass'. Gold was already the limit that the Mandate of Heaven could bestow!

In his mind, Da Zizai seemed to be in great surprise as well, and after a long, long time, he responded:

If the Will of Heaven were to be incarnated as a person, their fate would be purple...]

Boom!

Just as the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were changing their expressions, their minds complex, and An Qisheng was contemplating, a rolling thunderous sound from the far distance broke the silence among them.

“This, this is...”

The people in the Imperial City, who were greatly frightened, also heard the thunder and looked up, only to see a black line slowly approaching at the end of the bright sky.

Those with shallow cultivation were still puzzled, but cultivators above the Golden Core stage had already changed their expressions again, exclaiming in shock: “Thunderclouds, the thunderclouds are, are coming again!”

Whoosh whoosh~

A humid air current swept over again.

Looking around from the Tianqi Platform, they saw rolling thunderclouds galloping in from all directions, the ink-like clouds seeming to cover the sun again!

The wind and rain that had not dissipated for long seemed to reappear!

A group of people looked at each other, some solemn, some relieved. After looking at each other, they looked at An Qisheng again.

If this storm could be so easily dispersed, the three great dynasties and the major sects would not have been forced to obey the mandate of Ying Tian Dao and sacrifice to the heavens generation after generation, without interruption.

However, no one dared to underestimate the Daoist standing in the sky at this moment.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even if the strong joined forces, they could not dispel the wind and rain for a moment. This Daoist's ability to dispel it for a moment was already beyond their imagination.

“Prince, Hong, Hongxuan Daoist!”

Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, Prince Jing walked out of the crowd, his eyes complex, his expression not very good:

“If you don't worship the Imperial Heaven, the wind and rain will not disperse! If you two have any means, please use them as soon as possible. If you have no means, I will restart the Heaven-Worship Ceremony!”

Prince Jing sighed in his heart.

It was not that he was willing to worship the heavens, but he had no choice.

The serious consequences of the great rain that lasted for hundreds of years at the beginning of the founding of the country are still engraved in the ancestral temple of the Long clan to this day, and no one dares to forget it.

“Hoo!”

Looking at the thunderclouds that were making a comeback, Long Xingyi was not surprised, as if he had already known this result.

But he was not flustered. Before Prince Jing could finish speaking, he had already taken a few steps forward, flicked his sleeves, and knelt down again in front of An Qisheng: “I implore you, sir, to calm the storm and quell the wind and rain!”

This was what Long Xingyi truly begged for.

Although Ying Tian Dao was extremely powerful, it was not as if he had no means to deal with it. What he sought was only this wind and rain.

Moreover, he also believed that if there was anyone in the world who could calm this wind and rain at this time, it would only be this Daoist in front of him.

Because the rain for worshiping heaven has a long history!

The first person to bring about heavy rain that almost submerged the ocean for not worshiping heaven was before the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty!

King Yu of Xia, with his achievements in controlling the floods, was recognized by the people and became king because of his great achievements!

And throughout the Xia Dynasty, the weather was good!

And the reappearance of the heavy rain was still before the fall of Xia and the establishment of Zhou. It was suspected to be a decree of heaven and earth issued by a great figure.

Hoo!

In the rising wind, Long Xingyi bowed deeply.

The Great Zhou courtiers on the Tianqi Platform moved in their hearts and bowed down together: “We implore you, sir, to calm the storm and quell the wind and rain!”

Seeing this scene, Prince Jing, although still skeptical, still shook his sleeves and led a group of Dao Lords to bow down together.

“Rain of spiritual energy...”

Looking at the approaching wind and rain, An Qisheng's eyes darkened slightly.

This seemingly ordinary wind, rain, thunder, and lightning are rooted in the omnipresent and endless spiritual energy. Even the Five-Colored Divine Light can only repel it for a moment.

If you want to completely end this wind and rain, ordinary means cannot do it.

Fortunately, it is not without a trace to be found.

Over the past two years, through pondering and corresponding to the sea of information transmitted by the various incarnations, he has gradually found some clues...

“Alright.”

With thoughts in his mind, An Qisheng raised his hand and helped everyone up: “Since I have promised, I will not break my word.”

As his voice faded, he stepped onto the Tianqi Platform and came to the three-zhang, three-chi, and three-cun high bronze cauldron.

The cauldron had three legs and two ears, and it was covered with mottled copper rust, but the paintings once engraved on it were still faintly visible. It depicted a scene of滔天 (taotian - gigantic) floods submerging the earth, with scattered people gathered on high mountains, kowtowing in fear.

“The Great Flood...”

Gently stroking the wall of the cauldron, An Qisheng spoke to himself, the aura of time that this bronze cauldron had experienced was captured by him.

In the ancient years, when gods and demons ruled the world, floods similar to this one occurred more than once. Every few hundred years, one would come, and all those who did not cultivate or whose cultivation was still shallow would perish in the滔天 (taotian - gigantic) floods.

These floods, like the whip of the Imperial Heaven, constantly lashed at all races, driving everyone, whether they were willing or not, to embark on the path set by the gods and demons.

Becoming a 'flesh and blood cauldron' for the gods and demons to nurture spiritual energy, until a meteor shower that came with the wind and rain descended on the world.

A young man who lost his father in the flood, and who aspired to control the floods, led a yellow ox out of the mountains.

“姒文命 (Si Wenming)...”

Scenes of various fleeting lights seemed to flash and disappear before his eyes. An Qisheng suppressed the surging memories in his heart, flicked his finger, and tapped it on the bronze cauldron.

Buzz~~~

With just a tap of a finger, all the copper rust on the bronze cauldron fell off.

A pure but not dazzling divine light, accompanied by a low and long hum, resounded throughout the Imperial City, and using the omnipresent spiritual energy as a medium, spread to the Great Thousand!

Boom!

In an instant, it was as if hundreds of thousands of thunderbolts exploded, and as the sound waves spread, the rolling thunderclouds paused for a moment.

“He, he can actually drive the Nine Cauldrons?!”

Prince Jing's pupils shrank violently, feeling that the scene before him was more shocking and unbelievable than his镇压 (zhenya - suppress) of Ying Tian Dao.

The Great Xia Nine Cauldrons were said to be the treasures of humanity created by Dayu by gathering the mountains and rivers of the world. Apart from Dayu, not even his descendants could activate them.

The Great Zhou obtained the treasure 40,000 years ago, but could only watch it rust and be helpless.

This Daoist can actually drive them?!

Buzz~

Buzz~~~

An Qisheng flicked his fingers continuously, and as he tapped, the divine light emanating from the bronze cauldron became more and more intense, until he flicked all of them.

The bronze cauldron suddenly disappeared from the Tianqi Platform in full view of the public.

It turned into a divine light and rushed straight to斗牛 (Dou Niu) stars!

For a time, it attracted the shock and attention of countless people.

“Hmm?”

In a certain void, the white-haired youth suddenly frowned, looked back intently, and his pupils also shrank.

At the same time as a stream of light rushed into the sky from the land of Great Zhou, 南瞻 (Nanzhan), 西贺 (Xihe), 北俱 (Beiju), and even the unknown lands of the Four Seas, all buzzed and vibrated violently.

Nine divine lights rushed straight to the highest point of the sky, their light brilliant and dazzling. Between the blooms, they formed a complex and vast map of mountains and rivers in a three-by-three pattern. Nine-by-nine took shape, like a dragon of humanity.

Like a giant dragon rising from the abyss, like nine suns hanging in the sky, the heaven and earth shook for a time.

“Bronze Cauldron, Map of Mountains and Rivers! How could it be?!”

“Three-by-three is endless, six-by-six is infinite! This, this is Dayu's Ding Yi Dragon Shape Three-Three Style!”

“Is he, is he still alive?!”

Shocking visions manifested in the high sky, reflected in the Four Seas and Four Continents, and all the knowable and unknowable places, awakening old antiques who were either suppressed or in closed-door cultivation.

Streams of gazes that were either surprised, dazed, indifferent, or hateful were immediately attracted by this vision of heaven and earth.

“Wah!”

At this time of earth-shattering events, when everyone was watching, no one noticed that in a small courtyard in the northwestern corner of the Great Zhou Imperial City.

With a cry, two little people.

Were born.