Chapter 1 The Cold Mountain Pass

Before Han Mountain Pass, the cold wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered and danced.

An Qisheng strolled through the wind and snow, the long spear held upside down in his hand humming, like a vicious dragon about to spring.

This was the process of deifying a weapon, of merging it into the body.

This was a process that any Divine Meridian expert had to undergo. Once the weapon was merged, one could reach the state of unity between man and weapon, achieving peak control over the divine weapon.

It was both a cultivation method and a technique to avoid tribulation.

An Qisheng had been traveling leisurely, not only to accumulate his momentum but also to familiarize himself with the spear and deify it.

At the same time, he was pondering the path of the Divine Meridian.

Possessing the art of entering dreams, like Feng Qingxuan's Battle Demon Heart Sutra, Wushuang's White Lotus Heart Sutra, the Heaven-Revolving Wheel Dharma, the Soul-Seizing Great Art, and other mental martial arts, he had already mastered them completely.

Although limited by the fact that they themselves had not completely mastered them, and he only obtained fragments.

But it was enough for him to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the Divine Meridian.

Shasha sha~

As he walked, the slight and subtle sound of his footsteps seemed to echo in everyone's heart.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention.

Even the travelers and merchants in the tents came out and sized him up from a distance.

"Someone else is trying to pass the pass..."

On Han Mountain Pass, soldiers were also alerted, shouting loudly.

Instantly, figures appeared on the city wall, crossbows and ballistae ready to fire.

Martial artists were wary of the guarding soldiers, and the guarding soldiers were equally wary of these martial artists who could come and go freely. Those who dared to come despite the closure were naturally not ordinary people.

They couldn't help but be nervous.

"These martial artists are really audacious, not taking the court's laws seriously at all!"

A junior officer in armor, holding a knife, came to the city wall somewhat angrily and looked out.

At this sight, his body trembled, and his voice faltered:

"General, General Jian, he, he's here, he's here!"

"What's all the commotion!"

A roar echoed from within the pass, and a stalwart man leaped onto the city wall and strode over.

The big man was eight feet tall, with a face full of beard, and his dark blue armor gleamed with a cold luster. He walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exceptionally bold.

"General, look at that man, that man..."

The junior officer's face was pale, his teeth gnashing.

Along with the court's ban came An Qisheng's portrait. The man walking in the wind and snow was none other than the Blood Demon?

In the past year, An Qisheng's name had shaken the world, and few did not know it.

How could they not know that this was a peerless demon who had slain a Divine Meridian expert?

"Eh?"

The bearded man glanced over, his face twitching, and he exclaimed:

"This demon, this demon is really here!"

His name was Jian Xinghan. He had been in the army for thirty years. Because he didn't know how to cater to his superiors, even though he had made many contributions during the Nan Tian Mountain hunt, he had only barely become a pass-guarding general.

But he had already condensed true qi and knew a lot about the martial world.

Of course, he knew better than these soldiers how terrifying it was to kill a Divine Meridian expert.

"That man, that man..."

Not far away, Fan Zimin looked at the Daoist walking in the snow, his heart skipping a beat: "Could it be that the rumor is true?"

The fact that An Qisheng was provoking the Da Feng court was known to many guarding generals, so naturally it was impossible not to spread.

However, not many people in the martial world knew about this news, and most of them only thought it was a rumor.

How strong was Da Feng's national power now?

Moreover, there were many Divine Meridian grandmasters guarding it. Even Pang Wanyang, the number one in the world, did not dare to easily provoke the Da Feng Dynasty.

Although An Qisheng had risen extremely quickly, he had only become famous for a year.

How could he challenge this world's number one power?

But now it seemed, could it be true?

"If it's really him, then Jian Xinghan is dead!"

Fan Zimin sneered in his heart.

Jian Xinghan had not even condensed his qi channels, and his martial arts were far inferior to his. But he had relied on many qi-breaking ballistae to block him in front of the pass, preventing him from advancing. Naturally, he had hatred in his heart.

At this time, seeing An Qisheng walking over, he was first shocked, then overjoyed.

Even if An Qisheng was not an enemy of the Da Feng court, he did not believe that such a heavy pass could stop him.

As thoughts raced through his mind, he suddenly heard a roar echoing from within Han Mountain Pass.

"The court forbids anyone from passing through!"

Jian Xinghan roared, his voice shaking the wind and snow for miles:

"Halt!"

As the chief general guarding this pass, he had to speak out.

And with his roar, the sound of crossbows being drawn on the city wall rose sharply, and a murderous aura overwhelmed the sky.

"Quiet down..."

A soft sigh echoed in the sky.

This voice was not loud, but it suppressed the sound of the wind and snow, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.

What followed was an even more intense chill.

In an instant, everyone felt their bodies cool, their blood, limbs, and even organs were frozen, beyond their control.

It was as if words were law. With a sigh, the thousands of soldiers on the huge pass fell into a deathly silence.

Even the wind and snow in the world stopped at this moment.

"This, this..."

Fan Zimin was terrified.

He could feel his body trembling, and the hairs all over his body stood on end as if they truly felt the biting cold.

But this was impossible.

Since he had achieved great success in his qi channels, he would not feel cold even if he stood naked in the icy and snowy weather, let alone be so unbearable.

But under this voice, he felt an icy chill that almost froze him.

Of course, he knew that this was not real cold, but the illusion created by the person's divine will spreading.

However, even if he knew it was fake, his mind, every organ in his body, every inch of skin, believed it was real!

Even, if his mind and body thought he was frozen to death, he would really be frozen to death!

What a powerful 'divine', what a strange martial art?

He watched as the wind, snow, city pass, and spear-wielding Daoist seemed to become a still painting, strange and terrifying.

Jian Xinghan, who was guarding the city pass, felt the same way.

In the biting cold, he roared in his heart:

"Move! Move! Move for me!"

But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he roared, using all his strength, his body seemed to be completely frozen, unable to move.

It was as if he was originally a statue.

An Qisheng walked forward, seemingly slowly, but he had already passed several miles in a flash.

As his understanding of 'divine' deepened, his use of 'divine' was no longer limited to his fists and feet.

Every move, every word, was filled with a powerful divine will.

This was similar to hypnosis, but it was more than just hypnosis. It was a divine usage that he had summarized by combining hypnosis, the White Lotus Heart Sutra, the Battle Demon Heart Sutra, the Soul-Seizing Great Art, the Heaven-Revolving Wheel Dharma, and other mental martial arts.

Along the way, anyone whose mental cultivation was far inferior to his was often completely hypnotized the moment they saw him.

The soldiers in this city pass were highly nervous, and all their attention was focused on him. How could they not be hypnotized by him?

Shasha sha~

In the slight and subtle sound of footsteps.

An Qisheng moved slowly, the wind and snow dissipating wherever he passed.

When he reached ten zhang in front of the gate.

The tall and heavy door, which could not be opened even with a siege hammer for half a day, was silently opened.

Just as calm as when he came, his departure was also understated.

Let the majestic pass stand, the ballistae gather, and thousands of soldiers draw their swords, all to no avail.

After a long time, someone finally recovered from the frozen state.

Hu!

Fan Zimin took a long breath, then exhaled, before suppressing his violently beating heart:

"This, is this the strength of a grandmaster on the Weaponry Index..."

Even though he already knew that this pass could not stop him, he was still shocked beyond words that he had crossed the city pass that had blocked him for several days as if he were on a spring outing.

His awe for him rose to the top.

"Ah!!!"

Only at this moment did Jian Xinghan's roar, which had been suppressed for a long time, soar into the sky from the city pass.

His face was flushed, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"What kind of martial art is this? What kind of martial art is this?"

Jian Xinghan looked at the white world and the soldiers around him who looked like statues.

His heart was first filled with icy cold, and then with the luck of surviving a near-death experience.

At the same time, he cursed the old men in the court.

Such a terrifying existence, and you want us to stop him, how are we supposed to stop him?

........

In the howling wind and snow, An Qisheng walked through mountains and passes.

Wherever he passed, it was as if he had entered a no-man's land. High mountains, dangerous places, and majestic passes could not stop him, not even for a moment.

From the moment he decided to go to Fengdu, his mind and spirit began to undergo a strange change.

In the terminology of the Battle Demon Heart Sutra, it was the addition of great momentum.

And for himself, it was walking on foot in a dangerous situation surrounded by enemies, sorting out what he had learned, and practicing his unity of knowledge and action.

In order to achieve a high degree of harmony between mind and spirit, and thus sublimate himself.

This walk lasted for seven days.

In these seven days, as An Qisheng went deeper into Central Continent, his affair with the Da Feng court finally spread and became known to the world.

Some admired him, some ridiculed him, some watched coldly, and some were filled with murderous intent.

But An Qisheng seemed unaware.

After seven days of walking, he had already crossed Liang Province and arrived on the vast plains of Central Continent.

On the thick snow, An Qisheng's footsteps were still slow.

"If you never give up, there will be a response..."

In a soft murmur, An Qisheng finally stopped.

Looking as far as he could, a black line stretching for miles from east to west slowly appeared in the depths of the snowfield.

Then, there was a mountain of roaring waves, like an endless sea of thunder pouring in.

The sound of ten thousand horses galloping!