Da Shen Bian!

After half a year of meditation and half a year of sorting, seven days and seven nights of life-and-death struggle, he finally deduced another San Shou (scattered hand) after 'Nan Tian Men' (South Heaven Gate), 'Zhan Xian Tai' (Execution Platform), and 'Ba Gua Lu' (Eight Trigrams Furnace) from all kinds of martial intents!

Starting with Nan Tian Men, followed by Zhan Xian Tai, it can transform into Ba Gua Lu, and become Da Shen Bian (God Slaying Whip)!

Striking people and striking gods, killing people and killing immortals!

As the whip struck out, An Qisheng's state of mind was also infinitely elevated, vaguely resembling a divine king sitting in the Nine Heavens, striking down against rebellious gods!

Boom!

This whip, like a divine dragon pouncing down from the Nine Heavens, like an ancient god using a mountain as a pillar to strike down!

Under the unparalleled power, Pang Wanyang felt that his muscles, flesh, Gang Qi (protective energy), and even his 'spirit' were shattered and exploded!

In a daze, he seemed to see his whole life.

The affluent and joyful life of his childhood, the despair and pain of being cut off from 'worldly ties' by his teacher, the tenacity of struggling for survival in the Demonic Sect, the joy of slaughtering his fellow disciples, the joy and happiness of twenty years of challenges,

The mutual support with his beloved, the ashes-like heart after the death of his beloved, the unparalleled pleasure of challenging the heroes, the arrogance of ascending to the top of the world, the loneliness of being invincible, the loneliness of sitting alone on the mountain peak for decades...

All the joys, sorrows, and angers experienced in his life exploded in his mind like lightning.

In a trance, it transformed into a chant from the bottom of his heart:

"I do not desire hegemony over the universe, nor do I desire wealth and glory, nor do I desire love and hatred... Only the Dao is not easy, only the heart does not change, only I am supreme!"

A single thought arose, and changes occurred.

This change was indescribable, not originating from between heaven and earth, nor from within the flesh, but from within the heart.

The heart, as if breaking free from its shell, sensed an elusive Qi (energy) between heaven and earth.

That was, the Qi of Tianren (Heavenly Human)!

A trace of enlightenment filled his mind in an instant.

He saw it.

That Great Dao of Tianren!

An unprecedented emotion welled up in his heart, and Pang Wanyang's withered mind was like being irrigated by a fairy spring, rippling with unprecedented vitality.

'Unfortunately, I can't touch it...'

In his enlightenment, Pang Wanyang sighed again.

Seeing it does not mean being able to touch it. He saw the Qi of Tianren with unparalleled clarity, but he himself was a line short, unable to truly touch it.

This was not caused by Wang Quan Dao Ren (Wang Quan Taoist), but because he himself was a line short, still a line short...

Lacking that one line that, even at this moment, he did not know or understand.

"Wang Quan Dao Ren!"

At the moment when the Da Shen Bian struck down, Pang Wanyang let out a long roar:

"My heart, my martial arts, my everything, I give it all to you! I want you to ascend to the Heavenly Gate, to see the scenery behind the Heavenly Gate, to see all the Tianren of all ages.

How are they better than I, Pang Wanyang?!"

In a long roar, Pang Wanyang struck out, suddenly losing all his strength, and fell down weakly.

In this last moment, this peerless demon lord actually gave up his full-force punch that had burned everything and was enough to drag any enemy to their death!

As long as the Dao reaches Tianren, what does it matter if the final achievement is not his own?

Without any words, his heart, his martial arts, his thoughts, and his ideas had been completely understood by An Qisheng.

A trace of ripples appeared in his eyes, and An Qisheng's horizontally pressed whip hand struck heavily on Pang Wanyang's head.

Buzz~

Contrary to anyone's imagination.

This whip hand, capable of shattering city walls and mountains, emitted a huge buzzing sound like a bronze bell being struck when it hit Pang Wanyang's head.

Boom!

Pang Wanyang's mind and spirit were shaken.

He only felt an incomparably tyrannical will, carrying an irresistible force, rushing straight into his collapsing mind!

That divine intent was like thunder, like fire, like a heavenly river, like the earth, and finally, it transformed into a Taiji diagram with black and white flowing, containing endless Dao (the Way)!

That was the change of Yin and Yang, that was the principle of Taiji!

Rumble!

The Taiji diagram exploded in an instant, as if it had transformed into a raging fire of Dao, erupting instantly.

In an instant, changes rose sharply.

Pang Wanyang only felt that his divine intent, which had already reached its peak and could no longer be elevated, made a final leap under the horizontal push of this Dao!

Finally, his mind grasped that elusive Qi.

Finally, he glimpsed the Great Dao of Tianren!

In the last moment, he heard a voice as calm as water:

"I accept your heart and martial arts. As for the Heavenly Gate, you should go there yourself!"

You...

He gave one last deep look at the Taoist whose expression was calm and whose eyes were still as deep as water in such a great battle, and all his thoughts returned to silence.

An Qisheng's expression was as calm as before, his drooping arm slowly loosened, and his gaze fell.

Pang Wanyang's body instantly turned into complete dust.

That was a complete disintegration smaller than dust, without even a trace remaining.

At this point, Pang Wanyang, the Six Prisons Demon Lord who had dominated the world for decades and was known as the number one figure of the Demonic Sect for thousands of years, fell like a meteor.

Like a meteor, he pierced through the sky, pierced through the rolling dark clouds, and disappeared behind the long sky.

In a trance, many divine meridian experts staring at this battle seemed to hear a wonderful immortal song composed by the heavens, and saw the highest, boundless depths of the sky above the thunderclouds.

That fleeting portal.

That, was the Heavenly Gate?

Pang Wanyang succeeded?

Or was it all an illusion?

In an instant, even those watching the battle, who were all top grandmasters in the world, couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, feeling uncertain.

What exactly happened in that last moment?

Their minds were full of thoughts, and in the end, they still looked towards the long sky.

Above the dissipating sandstorm, under the pierced dark clouds, in the midst of the flowing golden light, the Taoist in tattered clothes stood there.

Between heaven and earth, the Taoist stood alone.

Before and after, the wind dissipated and the clouds scattered. For a time, he looked like a Tianren.

"Invincible..."

Yan Kuangtu murmured to himself, saying such words for the second time.

The last time was on the Wang Quan mountain peak, when he saw An Qisheng passing through the thunder tribulation and the Dao becoming Taiji, unifying Yin and Yang. He had already predicted that he would become a truly invincible figure in the future.

But he did not expect that this day would come so quickly, so quickly that no one was prepared, so quickly that he was caught somewhat off guard.

But no matter what he thought, An Qisheng, who had fairly and squarely defeated Pang Wanyang, was already truly invincible.

"I wonder if there will be a battle in the future that can compare with today..."

Bai Yue Zhenren (Bai Yue True Man) felt something in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed that he had miscalculated.

The scene he had divined, where the martial world would wither, did not seem to have happened...

Or rather, the one who caused the martial world catastrophe was not Pang Wanyang?

However, with this Taoist here, what kind of demon could cause such an earth-shattering catastrophe as he had divined?

"Good, good..."

Zhuan Lun Wang (Revolving Wheel King) put his palms together and let out a sigh with an unclear meaning.

His whole person had already disappeared into the sandstorm, and before his voice fell, he was completely gone.

"Wang Quan Dao Ren..."

Mu Qingfeng looked at his palms with a lost expression, and his slender fingers couldn't help but tremble:

"The Way of Taiji, is it..."

"Good!"

Hundreds of miles away, in the sea of yellow sand, Wang Jianglong couldn't help but shout.

He had no distracting thoughts.

He was simply excited by the last collision between the two peerless figures.

Whether it was Pang Wanyang's last punch that extinguished all living beings, or Wang Quan Dao Ren's whip hand that resembled a divine king of the Nine Heavens wielding a divine mountain to strike down the gods, in his eyes they were both incomparably exquisite and were wonderful means that made people feel refreshed.

He couldn't help but untie the wine gourd from his waist and take big gulps. In such a great battle, one should drink wine, one should drink to the fullest!

In various parts of the sea, the other divine meridian experts who had witnessed this battle also reacted differently, their minds uneasy.

Whoosh~~~

In the long sky, An Qisheng stood tall, his tattered Taoist robe rising in the air currents.

Since he came to the Jiu Fu Realm (Long Floating World), this battle was the most difficult he had experienced.

Pang Wanyang's will, determination, and martial arts were all top-notch throughout the ages, and he was accompanied by the momentum of being number one in the world for decades. That last punch was a means that could truly severely injure him, or even perish together with him.

At the same time, he was also a true seeker of the Dao.

Putting aside good and evil, this was a true Dao friend.

Unfortunately...

He shook his head slightly and clenched his fingers in the air.

Clatter~

A pair of gauntlets with a dark gold color all over, resembling human skin, fell into his palm.

This was Pang Wanyang's divine weapon.

The small gauntlets weighed a thousand pounds, and the materials used were all top-notch in the world. They also contained Pang Wanyang's lifelong fist intent and martial arts.

Anyone who obtained them would surely have the potential to achieve the divine meridian.

If they were compatible with Pang Wanyang, it would not be impossible to reach his former achievements.

Whoosh~

His figure moved slightly and had already cut through the long sky.

In the sandstorm, Wang Jianglong, Mu Qingfeng, Bai Yue Zhenren, Yan Kuangtu and others took to the air at the same time, chasing after him.

The final secret of this battle was something that no divine meridian could remain indifferent to.

Why did Pang Wanyang clearly fall, but there was a feeling of opening the Heavenly Gate?

........

The already calm Hanlong Oasis.

The proprietress was leading a group of shop assistants, puffing and panting as they cleaned up the traces of the sandstorm. Although the great storm seven days ago did not bury the Hanlong Inn, the mess it left behind took hundreds of people seven days to clean up.

It was only barely cleaned up.

"I'm exhausted..."

The proprietress lay on the rocking chair, rubbing her sore hands and feet, gnashing her teeth in her heart.

Those people had shattered her roof, and the sand had poured directly into an entire floor!

A floor of sand!

She was almost angered to death.

"Fortunately, this group of plagues has finally left..."

She sighed long and short, picked up her teacup, and lamented in her heart, treating it as her bad luck.

Suddenly, her body shuddered, and the teacup she had picked up fell to the ground with a 'clatter', shattering into eight pieces.

"You... you..."

Her hands and feet trembled, and her voice trembled.

She saw not far away, several people falling from the air unhurriedly. The first one was someone she would never forget even if he turned to ashes and mud.

Wang Quan Dao Ren!