God?
Su Jie was dumbfounded. Where did gods come from in this world?
"What could it be..."
Potter's eyes flickered.
He still vividly remembered the collision that night. Such power had already surpassed all practitioners throughout history and was beyond the realm of 'human'.
Like a living Buddha walking on the ground, he should be able to retreat unscathed even in the face of the world's most powerful thermal weapons.
What could kill him?
With his speed, even if a nuclear bomb exploded, it wouldn't be able to kill him unless it happened to land right on his head.
"Cough, cough!"
Potter coughed lightly twice, an abnormal flush appearing on his face.
Immediately, he had no intention of instructing Su Jie. He turned and walked into the house, dialed the phone, and ordered people to investigate.
........
"Mu Longcheng, Potter..."
At the peak of a desolate mountain, An Qisheng sat cross-legged. As the two of them spoke, his heart stirred slightly, and ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if he could see them.
A thought arises, and there must be a response.
Living in the same world, he would be aware of anyone who thought of him, unless that person's mental cultivation surpassed his own.
Having spent Jiazi (sixty years) in his dream, even though his physical body could not immediately compare to his peak, his mental cultivation was unmatched in this world.
Even a Grandmaster who had seen the gods would be the same.
The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of mud and vegetation after the rain.
An Qisheng slowly extended his palm. In the dim light of dawn, it seemed to emit a faint glow.
"Tong Zhengyang..."
He murmured softly, his gaze gradually focusing on his palm, enlarging it, enlarging it, until it filled his entire field of vision.
In a daze, in his eyes, his palm seemed to transform into a boundless, enormous white jade plaza.
Then, the perspective rose.
A mountain peak stood tall, complete with pavilions and buildings.
I'm dead...
I'm not reconciled!
I'm not reconciled!
In a daze, darkness seemed to slowly recede before his eyes.
Tong Zhengyang's thoughts surfaced hazily, as if he saw long-lost light.
What entered his eyes was a clear blue sky, and three great suns scattering endless light.
Jiu Fu Realm?
I, I'm back?!
Have I escaped death again?
Tong Zhengyang was overjoyed. He flipped over and sat up, looking around.
He was stunned by what he saw.
Before the white jade-like plaza was a tall mountain gate, with a black and white Taiji diagram outlined on it.
This is the Wangquan Dao mountain gate!
"Wangquan Dao..."
A deep chill rose from his heart.
He staggered to his feet and looked around. The Asking Heart Hall and the Sword Release Stone were all there at the foot of the mountain. Behind the mountain gate was the Taiji Training Ground, but there was not a single person.
Empty, like a ghost town.
"Something's not right, something's not right..."
Tong Zhengyang's heart grew colder.
There could not be no one in Wangquan Dao, and no one could make Wangquan Dao devoid of people.
Standing tall for three thousand three hundred years, Wangquan Dao had also encountered shocks. That was when the old and new Wangquan Eight Sons were changing, and the Wangquan Sword disappeared.
Dozens of Divine Meridian experts had come together, first luring away the contemporary Wangquan Seven Sons, the Wangquan Daoist, and the two long-lived exotic beasts of Wangquan Dao.
Afterwards, someone went up the mountain, wanting to forcibly steal the inheritance left by the first Wangquan Daoist, An Qisheng.
But unexpectedly, the Wangquan Dao disciples were not flustered.
They went directly to the back mountain,
And dug up graves.
In an instant, the previous generation, the generation before that, and the generation before that of the Wangquan Seven Sons and the Wangquan Daoist appeared, scaring the invaders out of their wits.
Only then did the world know that the Divine Meridian Grandmasters of Wangquan Dao had a lifespan far exceeding the Divine Meridian Grandmasters of the martial world.
Because among them, there was actually a Wangquan Daoist who had lived for four hundred years!
"Illusion? Mental martial art? Or the afterlife? What's going on, what's going on..."
Tong Zhengyang muttered to himself, a thought constantly emerging in his mind, only to be constantly discarded by him.
He couldn't detect anything wrong.
He walked forward slowly, passing through the empty mountain gate, passing through the Taiji Training Ground. The empty Wangquan Dao mountain gate was clearly visible in his eyes, every brick, every stone, every plant and tree were exactly the same.
Even the latrine that he had swept for decades was no different.
Walking up the long steps, he arrived before the Wangquan Dao Grand Hall.
The ancient and solemn Grand Hall, containing the aura of endless years, was as tall as a mountain in his heart.
He had seen this Grand Hall more than once before.
"Wangquan Dao..."
Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the Grand Hall.
In the center of the Grand Hall, where light and shadow intertwined, was a painting as tall as a person. On it, a white-robed Daoist, ethereal as an immortal, stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if he were about to ascend to the heavens at any moment.
"You!"
His gaze lowered, Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled violently, and he retreated three steps, his face distorted, as if he had seen a ghost.
He saw An Qisheng sitting cross-legged on a futon.
His aura and expression were exactly the same as An Qisheng, the supreme Grandmaster hanging in the center of the Grand Hall!
An Qisheng?!
A shocking thought exploded in his mind: 'He, he is the Wangquan Daoist?! The first generation Wangquan Daoist?!'
"No! That's impossible! This, this is impossible!"
Tong Zhengyang's figure flickered, like a candle blown by the wind, almost extinguished.
The intensity of his emotional fluctuations was almost enough to shatter his soul.
"Why is it impossible?"
An Qisheng's expression was calm as he spoke indifferently.
His voice seemed to contain divine power, instantly calming Tong Zhengyang's flickering body.
He naturally did not directly kill Tong Zhengyang's divine will.
That would be too wasteful for a man of great fortune who had the potential to become a Celestial.
More importantly, Tong Zhengyang was related to his grand plan.
"You, you..."
His figure no longer flickering, Tong Zhengyang's face was still distorted.
Looking at An Qisheng, whose aura and expression were exactly the same as in the painting, he smiled miserably, as if he understood something: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."
At this moment, he finally understood.
Why Wangquan Dao had failed to kill him despite several attempts, why the Wangquan Sword had cut off his arm at a critical moment, and why it had suddenly recognized him as its master.
Now, everything made sense.
An Qisheng, in this spiritual energy barren land, was actually the first generation Wangquan Daoist, the most famous supreme Grandmaster in Jiu Fu Realm!
And this, was his spiritual kingdom.
He, himself, was already dead...
"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."
Tong Zhengyang was in a daze, unable to describe his mood.
If he had never met An Qisheng, and seen the first generation Wangquan Daoist, he would have no choice but to kneel, but the fact that he had met him first made it impossible for him to accept.
What frightened him even more was that he might just be a pawn of his.
The thought that he might have been planning this since three thousand years ago made him shudder.
"You should have died long ago for murdering your teacher, killing your brother, and sleeping with your sister-in-law..."
An Qisheng said calmly.
He was not a god, not an immortal, unable to predict whether leaving too specific information would cause unnecessary misunderstandings for later disciples.
But it also allowed the Wangquan Dao disciples to make an exception, allowing Tong Zhengyang to survive for decades.
"No, Ancestor, Ancestor..."
Feeling the chill in An Qisheng's calm tone, Tong Zhengyang's mind swayed, and his body fluctuated violently.
Seeing An Qisheng look over indifferently, he exploded with a 'bang'.
He was actually scared to death, his soul scattered!
Bang!
Streams of light scattered, like raindrops.
His Divine Meridian not yet formed, his Yin Soul was inherently unstable. Tong Zhengyang's physical body died, and he suffered such a great shock, causing his soul to scatter.
"With such a temperament, you dare to talk about becoming a Celestial?"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
He raised his hand and gently grabbed in the void.
Buzz~
The void trembled slightly, and the countless scattered light points were grabbed into his hand, flowing like sand between his fingers.
Not everyone is qualified to condense a Yin Soul.
In Jiu Fu Realm, only Qi Meridian Grandmasters who are infinitely close to the Divine Meridian can condense it. In Xuanxing, it is even rarer.
Its value can be said to be enormous.
"A world without magic, a spiritual energy barren land..."
An Qisheng's eyes flickered.
Cultivation is difficult in a world without magic. Countless sages throughout history have fallen sadly. He is not arrogant, but he is not self-deprecating either.
He is very clear about the difficulty. No amount of consideration is too much.
Even with the Jiazi (sixty years) plan from Jiu Fu Realm, this road will inevitably be rugged and tortuous.
But he absolutely does not believe that a vast universe of nine hundred and sixty billion light-years cannot accommodate a path to longevity!
So what if there is no spiritual energy?
In this spiritual energy barren land, he will also forge a path!
What if there is no path in heaven and earth?
I will open it myself!
Dominating the world for sixty years, Wangquan Dao spanning three thousand years, changing the world with his own strength, how great is the harvest?
What An Qisheng has achieved is not only martial arts, but also forging an indestructible Dao Heart.
Buzz buzz buzz~~~
The light points slowly rotated between his fingers, vaguely, slowly taking shape.
Transforming into invitations, shaped like tokens, yet neither similar nor dissimilar.
These were invitations,
Invitations for people to enter his 'Blessed Land' and 'Grotto Heaven'.
Using the power of the masses to jointly nurture the Grotto Heaven and jointly support his spiritual world.
This is his first step towards the path of no magic.
........
The border between Da Xuan and the Niel Kingdom.
On the plateau, off-road vehicles traveled on the highway.
In the front passenger seat of the leading off-road vehicle, a beautiful young girl put down her binoculars and pointed to the distance, "Chu Fan, look, look quickly, we're almost there, we're almost there, the world's highest peak!"
Her name was Qi Geyun. Traveling with her was her boyfriend, as well as some mountaineering enthusiasts. They were here to challenge the world's highest peak.
She had already spent nearly a million on this trip, preparing for it for a year or two.
The flat-headed youth Chu Fan, who was driving, glanced at the distant mountains.
In the midst of the swirling clouds, the majestic mountain range was like a giant dragon lying on the earth, separating east and west, defining countries. It was a natural border.
Its towering grandeur and majestic momentum, even from a distance, could be felt, causing a sense of mental沉凝(chen ning - composure/solemnity).
"You can see the mountain, but it's a long way off. It would be great if we could reach the camp today. We'll have to wait a long time to actually climb the mountain."
Chu Fan took a look and focused on driving, as he couldn't afford to be distracted.
Qi Geyun playfully glared at him, then picked up the binoculars again and looked around. Suddenly, she screamed:
"The mountain, the mountain,
It's gone!!!"