Chapter 1 Fifty Years

Fifty years!

For most people, it is by no means a short number.

Youth and old age are separated by no more than this number.

Fifty years of turmoil in the martial world, a new generation replaces the old.

The former young man has shed his naivety, become calm and steady, taken over from the previous generation, and become a true influential figure.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and in his gaze, he seemed to see the vicissitudes of nearly sixty years:

"A Jiazi (sixty years)......."

In his deep eyes, there seemed to be thousands of strands of Qi arising, interwoven to form the entire world, like a god in the clouds, overlooking the world, with all the joys and sorrows of the vast land in his eyes.

Endless light and shadows flickered chaotically within, seemingly infinite.

As he silently recited the name of a person in his heart, one of the infinite Qi rose up, flashing through all of their past from birth to the present, like a slideshow.

The dream-entering ability of the past, under the implementation of his current powerful divine will, exerted a terrifying ability.

Even as his thoughts deepened, he could even glimpse a trace of the future.

In the Jiu Fu Realm, Taiyin Wuji (Supreme Yin) could occasionally glimpse a certain change in the future from meditation with the deepening of divine will, such as Perfected Lord Bai Yue, Han Changong, and that old monk Yi Xiu.

But for them, it was only occasional, uncertain, and what they saw seemed real and fake.

But at this time, An Qisheng was able to stabilize it.

Unfortunately, the past is immutable, but the future is uncertain and may have countless possibilities. What you see may not really happen, and perhaps you will change it once you see it.

"Heaven, Earth, Man, Essence, Qi, Spirit..."

An Qisheng murmured to himself:

"It's time..."

A strange change was budding in his heart.

Like a flower, slowly blooming.

A sense of inexplicable initiation emanated from his heart, faintly coinciding with the Qi of Heaven and Earth, spreading in all directions.

In the Wangquan Mountain, where wind and rain had battered it for fifty years, many guarding disciples seemed to sense something and could not help but look up to the sky.

Silently, the celestial phenomena changed, and the howling wind, like the wailing of ghosts, roared above the hundred-mile sky. A spot of dark cloud spread out like ink, quickly dyeing the sky, and in an instant, the firmament was already a dark void.

An extremely oppressive Qi rose in everyone's heart.

The sky has changed!

"This is... the celestial change that the Patriarch spoke of?"

In Nanliang County, Li Ergou looked up at the firmament, faintly able to feel an incomparably grand Qi.

That Qi was as high and distant as the heavens, like a god in the clouds overlooking the human world.

Imperceptibly, it actually merged with the Qi of Heaven and Earth, spreading out from the distant Wangquan Mountain, and faintly, one could already see dark clouds gathering like ink.

It was gathering towards Wangquan Mountain.

He couldn't help but recall what his eldest brother had said before.

"The time has come!"

Li Ergou's heart trembled, and then a solemn look like a pilgrimage appeared on his face.

Whoosh~

In a single step, he crossed a hundred zhang, and amidst the exclamations of countless people, landed in the center of Nanliang County, on a Taoist platform as high as ten zhang.

"Lectures begin today!"

Li Ergou spoke in a loud voice, the sound waves echoing throughout Nanliang City:

"The mechanism of movement and stillness is the mother of yin and yang. Yin does not leave yang, yang does not leave yin. Yin and yang complement each other, and this is Taiji (supreme ultimate). Taiji is..."

Li Ergou stirred his inner strength and true Qi, and recited the Taiji Song with his mouth and tongue.

In an instant, the entire Nanliang City was shaken.

Many people, listening to this already extremely familiar Taiji Song, couldn't help but feel a strange impulse in their hearts, and recited along with it.

Thousands of people spoke together, and for a time, the Taiji Song resounded in Nanliang City.

Accompanying it was the trembling of Dao after Dao of Qi.

Unconsciously, the thunderclouds that permeated the high sky seemed to slow down.

"Fifty years, fifty years, the Patriarch's grand momentum has finally been cultivated, finally cultivated!"

In Ronghua Prefecture, a middle-aged Taoist suddenly stood up, ignoring the discoloration of the gentry and celebrities invited around him, and stepped out. Amidst the accompanying wind and thunder, he stepped across the long sky.

He landed on the ten-zhang-high Taoist platform in Ronghua Prefecture City.

Over the past fifty years, disciples of Wangquan Tao (Royal Authority Dao) have spread all over the world. Wherever they go, they preach the laws, lecture, and discuss the Dao. All that is needed is a Taoist platform.

Over the years, many cities in Dafeng have Taoist platforms of Wangquan Dao!

"The mechanism of movement and stillness is the mother of yin and yang..."

The middle-aged Taoist sat cross-legged and likewise used his Qi to speak, reciting the Taiji Song.

Invisible Qi spread, and then thousands of people recited the Taiji Song together.

Not only Nanliang City, Ronghua Prefecture, the sound of the Taiji Song seemed to have spirituality, spreading from Feng Prefecture, Qing Prefecture, Liang Prefecture, Yan Prefecture, Mo Prefecture, You Prefecture... one prefecture after another, one town after another.

Numerous disciples of Wangquan Dao, who were lecturing, all felt something and recited the Taiji Song in unison.

Invisible Qi, at that moment, burst out from the vast earth, countless thousands!

Thousands of Daos of Qi moved along with it, causing the celestial phenomena of thousands of miles to change. Dark clouds roared,狂风漫卷(kuangfeng manjuan - wild winds swirled), and in many places, heavy rain poured down, hailstones rolled down, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

In the royal city of Fengdu.

Han Changong sat on the throne, listening to the ministers telling about the affairs of the court. His expression was meticulous, but he felt tired in his heart.

Such days, day after day, year after year, had been almost a Jiazi (sixty years).

At a certain moment, he seemed to feel something and raised his head.

His gaze penetrated from the main gate of the palace and felt the changes in the Qi in an incomparably distant place:

"The Qi of Wangquan Dao..."

The changes in the Qi of Heaven and Earth were so drastic that it was impossible for him not to sense it. In this Qi, he saw the figure of that Wangquan Daoist who had dominated the world for nearly a Jiazi.

"Daoist..."

A trace of worry appeared in Han Changong's eyes:

"A Jiazi, your life span is almost up..."

A Jiazi is naturally long for an individual, enough for a babbling child to become a father and grandfather, but it is short relative to the world.

In nearly a Jiazi, under the instructions of An Qisheng, he had changed too many things, either drastically or silently.

The Meng School (elementary schools) and educational institutions that once spread throughout the world had already cultivated batches of new generation disciples. The millennium-old gate clans and aristocratic families that once controlled the court's discourse had long been completely disintegrated.

There were no more wars between the countries, and there had been many years of peace.

Even those Masters of Arms who had reached the top of the divine veins had not stirred up the general trend of the world, and were quietly cultivating.

But he knew that undercurrents were surging between the countries, and the aristocratic families in this world on this land had not been completely wiped out. The reason why they did not dare to jump out was largely due to Wangquan Dao.

Or rather, the Wangquan Daoist was the most critical reason.

It was he who sat alone on the top of the mountain, suppressing the world and preventing war for a Jiazi.

But if he left, whether due to death or ascending to the Heavenly Gate, the peace that had been so hard to maintain in the world would inevitably be broken!

"Taiji is born from Wuji (limitless)......"

At this moment, his eyes rose and he heard the Taiji Song echoing in Fengdu City.

Whoosh!

With a thought, Han Changong patted the back of his chair, and his entire being disappeared in the eyes of the civil and military officials changing color.

He stood in the long sky, overlooking the scene below.

Outside the royal city, on the ten-zhang wooden Taoist platform where the bronze statue of Dafeng Taizu had been melted down, a young Taoist sat cross-legged, reciting the Taiji Song as his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

"Zhang Hao?"

Han Changong's eyes narrowed. On the Taoist platform, Zhang Hao also returned the greeting, and then continued to recite the Taiji Song.

Invisible Qi moved along with it, and faintly, the Qi permeated over.

With Wangquan Mountain as the center, Fengdu was located in the northwest, this place was Qian (Heaven)!

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

In the Huangjue Temple, the bell rang and the Buddhist rhythm flowed.

Thousands of warrior monks practiced their fists and feet on the martial arts field, the airflow whistling between their shouts, as if blowing away the clouds flowing in the sky.

At a certain moment, an old monk who was sweeping fallen leaves in the Sarira Pagoda raised his head as if he felt something, and his long white eyebrows trembled for a moment:

"What a big battle..."

After sighing, his eyes moved slightly, and the turbid color dissipated a lot.

As the bell rang, a person had already come from afar, entering through the main gate.

"Old Abbot San Kong, I'm going to borrow your precious place this time!"

As his Taoist robe fluttered, a white-clothed Taoist strode in, clasping his hands with a smile.

"So it's Daoist Fan..."

San Kong bowed and returned the greeting:

"This is what it should be."

It was as if he already knew that the Taoist was coming.

"Thank you, Abbot, for your accomplishment!"

Fan Zimin bowed slightly, then stepped forward, directly jumped onto the bell tower, sat cross-legged, and recited the Taiji Song.

With Wangquan Mountain as the center, this place was the southwest, Kun (Earth)!

The extreme west, the Golden Wolf Kingdom, Mount Zhuanlun.

In the magnificent and solemn palace, King Zhuanlun was preaching, at this moment, he suddenly sighed softly.

"Why does the master sigh?"

A monk asked in confusion.

"There will be a heterodox sound on the Buddha's land, I feel something in my heart, I can't help but sigh..."

King Zhuanlun sighed slightly.

Ignoring the discoloration of many monks, he had already stepped out.

Looking up, he saw a cold dragon twisting in the clouds, Yun Dongliu, one of the Eight Sons of Wangquan, riding a dragon.

The extreme west, Dui (Lake)!

You Prefecture, Great Dragon Gate.

The Great Dragon Gate occupies the city as its gate. There are no fewer than 300,000 people in the city, and countless palaces and pavilions.

At this moment, Yan Kuangtu felt something in his heart and stepped out of his secluded retreat.

Amidst the whistling wind, a white-clothed, handsome Taoist nun had already landed slowly.

"So it's martial niece Bai!"

Repelling the many masters who were blocking him with a movement of his divine will, Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly: "Just move faster, this old man can't wait any longer!"

"Thank you, martial uncle!"

Bai Xian'er bowed slightly, and as she strode, she had already landed on the Taoist platform that had been cast long ago in front of the main hall of the Great Dragon Gate, reciting the Taiji Song.

The Great Dragon Gate, located in the due north, its position is Kan (Water)!

Almost at the same time.

As Tie Shan stepped, he ascended to the Zhengang Dao (True Firmament Dao), this place was the northeast, its position was Gen (Mountain).

Yan Kaiyu descended among the mountains in Qi Prefecture, entering the Wanjian Villa among the green hills and clear waters.

By the Bibo Lake, Mu Qingliu's eyelids twitched a few times, but he did not open them.

After Yan Kaiyu smiled and saluted, he recited the Taoist song in full view.

This was the southeast, its position was Xun (Wind).

"Hanlong Inn?"

Amidst the desert wind and sand in Mo Prefecture, a Taoist with a burly figure and magnificent appearance slowly landed on the shore of an oasis, listening to an old woman inside boasting about the past.

"Let me tell you, fifty years ago, Wangquan Daoist, Perfected Lord Bai Yue and other great masters gathered here to sit and discuss the Dao!"

"You ask why they are here? Naturally, because your grandma, I, was peerless and overwhelmed the crowd back then..."

As the old woman spoke, she saw the two-colored Taoist robe on the Taoist's body, and her face suddenly changed:

"You, who are you?"

"Easy, easy!"

The Taoist smiled and clasped his hands: "Six Ming, disciple of Wangquan Dao."

This place was the south, its position was Li (Fire).

In the cloud-shrouded Baiyue Villa, Perfected Lord Bai Yue slowly opened his eyes, and murmured to himself as if he felt something:

"Sixty years is approaching..."

After saying that, the door opened without wind.

From afar in the clouds, a young Taoist nun slowly landed:

"Junior Jiang Tingting, greetings, Perfected Lord."

"I already know why you have come."

Perfected Lord Bai Yue smiled faintly:

"I only hope that Daoist can succeed..."

"Thank you, Perfected Lord."

Jiang Tingting bowed slightly, then turned around and stirred her true Qi to recite the Taoist song on the top of the mountain.

This place was due east, its position was Zhen (Thunder)!

At this point, eight people occupied the eight directions, combining the four poles and eight wildernesses, responding to the five elements and eight trigrams!

Buzz~~~

Between Heaven and Earth, Qi flowed, the positions of the eight trigrams in the eight directions, all had Qi flowing and echoing, a strange change was born along with it.

Above the thousands of zhang of uninhabited high altitude, thunder rumbled, a round of red sun rose and fell in the sea of ​​clouds, letting thunder and electric snakes flicker and gallop.

Amidst the whistling airflow, purple clothes fluttered, and Wu Lingcheng overlooked the scene.

Among them, in the land of Dafeng, thousands of strands of Qi moved along with it, with the black and white intertwined Taiji Diagram on Wangquan Mountain as the center, giving birth to a magnificent Taiji Bagua Diagram!

"Such a great formation, amazing!"

Wu Lingcheng's eyes were deep, and he seemed to see the white-clothed Taoist who was located in the center of the Taiji Bagua Diagram, like a Taoist line dividing yin and yang:

"Are you, leaving?"

Buzz~~~

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, An Qisheng's long hair moved without wind. In front of him, a round bead with black and white flowing, shaped like Taiji, trembled lightly, emitting a melodious buzzing sound like a dragon.

It was the Tianyi Pearl (Heaven One Pearl).

This strange treasure round bead, which An Qisheng obtained after killing Kong San sixty years ago, was extremely strange and could purify internal force and true Qi nine times.

However, twenty years ago, this Tianyi Pearl could no longer purify his true Qi.

On the contrary, in the last twenty years, it was his true Qi, divine will, and blood Qi that were replenishing this Tianyi Pearl!

At the same time, that Wangquan Spear (Royal Authority Spear) that he had cast had been deposited in it for nearly a Jiazi!

This small bead contained his essence, Qi, and spirit!

"The time is almost ripe."

At a certain moment, his heart moved, and that Taiji Pearl leaped into the air.

It flowed violently above the long sky, devouring the invisible Qi between Heaven and Earth.

In an instant, the Qi between Heaven and Earth changed, and thousands of strands of Qi rolled in, submerged into it.

Whoosh~

Amidst the whistling sound waves and airflow, his eyes blazed brightly. Accompanied by the thunderclouds roaring in the long sky, a beam of divine will light shot straight into the long sky, and submerged into the Taiji Pearl.

Boom!

Then, only an incomparably terrifying roar shook the long sky!

This roar was unimaginable. The moment it exploded, it passed through the Daos of ethereal Qi between Heaven and Earth, coinciding with the fluctuations of Heaven and Earth, and in an instant, it did not know where it spread!

Rumble!

In Nanliang City, Ronghua Prefecture, Feng Prefecture, Qingliang Two Prefectures, and even the entire Dafeng, all the disciples of Wangquan Dao were shaken, and under the connection of a strange Qi.

They saw that infinitely large Taiji Diagram in the long sky.

And in that black and white flowing, faintly gestating,

Wangquan Sword (Royal Authority Sword)!