Chapter 106 An Encounter on Wangquan Mountain

Above the mountain peak, the wind surged, and the airflow tumbled and howled.

Pang Wanyang's expression remained unchanged, merely glancing at the Taiji diagram before shaking his head slightly:

"A pity, your Dao is incomplete..."

The two faced each other from several miles away, yet the mountain peak seemed to instantly become heavy. The flying airflow and raging winds were suppressed close to the ground by an invisible pressure.

Many martial artists on the mountain peak subconsciously retreated, trying to avoid the two.

But no matter how they retreated, a sense of oppression in their hearts could not be dispelled. It was clear that the two were the ones in opposition, but it gave them the illusion of directly facing two grandmasters.

"The Dao has no end, how can one speak of completion or incompleteness?"

An Qisheng simply smiled.

Realm never represents everything, especially for him.

Qi Vessels or Divine Vessels are merely divisions made by predecessors. Time and space move forward eternally, and the era will not stop. Each generation is stronger than the last.

The legacy of predecessors will only become the cornerstone for stepping higher, not a shackle.

What about the Divine Vessel?

What about Taiyin Wuji?

Not to mention Pang Wanyang's wisp of divine will here, even if he were to arrive in person, they would have to fight first!

"The Great Dao is boundless, indeed there is no such thing as completion or incompleteness..."

Pang Wanyang nodded slightly, agreeing.

As he spoke, he felt a little regret:

"If I had known that such a person would grow, I shouldn't have come this time..."

The Taiji diagram had already demonstrated the Daoist's ambition and path. He was somewhat amazed and wanted to see what the complete form of this Dao would be like.

If he came here himself, even with just a wisp of divine will, if he couldn't handle it, wouldn't it be a pity for such an exquisite Dao?

He sighed softly and stepped forward.

Boom!

With a single step, his aura changed again.

It was as if the sky was pressing down, pushing aside giant waves, and the raging airflow rushed towards the faces of thousands.

In an instant, the mountains shook, and dust rose like dragons, as if thousands of troops were marching.

Rumble!

There seemed to be thunder rolling in the sky.

Wang Jianglong raised his eyebrows and looked up, only to see that the white clouds in the sky had turned black, instantly obscuring all light. The Wangquan Mountain peak at noon was as dark as night.

"Qi mechanism interaction, Taiyin Wuji..."

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face solemn.

Those with Qi Vessels can interact with the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy, but can only create water and fire out of thin air.

But once a Divine Vessel is formed, under the agitation of divine will, it can even carry the spiritual energy of several miles, with wind and thunder following each step, and the power to burn mountains and boil seas with a thought.

Like the Crimson Sun Dharma King, who could burn thousands of miles of mountains in a day.

It is even said that certain strange martial arts can change the weather through long-term communication, however, the ability to make the sky cloudy with just one step can only be achieved by Taiyin Wuji!

Countless people changed color.

They only felt that as Pang Wanyang stepped forward, the world turned upside down, and a vast and magnificent aura instantly filled their minds.

The divine will was boundless and infinite, seemingly empty and yet omnipresent.

Everyone present felt a heaviness in their hearts, feeling that they would be the first to bear the brunt.

For a time, the mountain peak was in chaos, and everyone was in danger.

"To move causes the four seasons to change, and the climate to alter. Taiyin Wuji is indeed a completely different realm..."

In a soft sigh, An Qisheng slowly stood up.

Even he cannot influence the changes of the four seasons with human power alone, or rather, he has not yet reached the point where he can influence the changes of the seasons with pure physique.

In the legends of Xuanxing, there are Daoists who step on the Dipper and influence the changes of the four seasons, but he does not use the method of stepping on the Dipper, and that is more similar to the art of Feng Shui.

It cannot be compared to Pang Wanyang's ability to induce celestial phenomena with a single step.

Buzz~

As he slowly stood up.

Everyone present was in a trance, only feeling an invisible aura spreading in all directions. The moment the Daoist stood up, it was as if a majestic mountain suddenly rose up, or a true dragon raised its head and entered the clouds, connecting heaven and earth.

Repelling the dark clouds in the sky!

The dark sky seemed to be pierced through, and golden sunlight fell from the hole, spreading like golden armor over An Qisheng's white robe.

In the howling wind, his spotless white Daoist robe danced in the wind, like a god who was about to undergo thunder tribulation and ascend in legends.

A vast and majestic aura was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

Although it was just a simple standing up, everyone felt that the danger in their hearts had disappeared, as if mountains and rivers were in front of them, blocking the rolling torrent.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

Above the mountain peak, the two stood facing each other.

Between the two, there seemed to be invisible air walls colliding, and the raised hurricane scattered like thousands of wind blades, forcing many martial artists to retreat again and again.

Wang Jianglong, Yun Haitian, and the great monks such as the Three Seals exchanged glances and stepped back, coming in front of the martial artists.

"Such intent, there's something to it..."

In the howling airflow, Pang Wanyang, whose robe was fluttering, brightened his eyes:

"Taking this move from me, I think there won't be any major problems."

"Too much nonsense."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes indifferently, and then stepped forward,

Starting his move!

In the sound of cracking silk, his slender and jade-like crystal fingers flicked in the void, creating fifty-four thousand changes!

Having reached An Qisheng's realm, the perception of time is already completely different from ordinary people.

An ordinary person's flick of a finger is just a flick of a finger.

And his flick of a finger can see sixty kshanas, nine hundred births and deaths!

In just a flick of a finger, An Qisheng's palms have already produced fifty-four thousand changes!

Coming from several miles away, pushing horizontally!

Buzz~

It was as if the bronze bell in the Huangjue Temple was struck!

In a trance, everyone felt as if a majestic gateway appeared on the mountain peak, even taller and more sacred than the mountain gate on Wangquan Mountain.

Slowly pressing down, the airflow within several miles of the sky trembled, pushed by this palm, like a substantial city wall, like a mountain, horizontally pressing down!

Boom!

The air waves emptied!

Pang Wanyang's clothes fluttered.

His deep eyes outlined the palm containing thousands of changes, and the heat in his eyes burned out like a substance.

For a time, on the Wangquan Mountain peak with intertwined light and darkness, it was like two burning suns.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Pang Wanyang's long laughter pierced through the heavy air waves.

With another step, it was as if the earth had been overturned, and the raised arm suddenly clenched into a fist.

Bang!

It seemed as if thunder exploded in his palm, and under the huge fluctuation, the heartbeats of everyone present stopped.

In the next instant, in the emptying giant waves.

His flat punch crossed hundreds of feet, ignoring space, and met An Qisheng's palm pressing down.

His punch was like a burning meteor falling to the ground, or like a comet swaying its tail, or like a suddenly rising dam, horizontally blocking the rolling palm force.

The martial artists present could not describe the power of this punch, as if the world was in his hands, and life and death were in his control.

It was dominion, it was annihilation, it was grandeur, and it was indifference.

Magnificent and vast!

"This punch..."

An Qisheng, who had already crossed several miles in the exploding gale, narrowed his eyes.

In his perception, Pang Wanyang's punch was almost one with the heaven and earth. The movements of his five fingers almost mobilized the heaven and earth within several miles. Pushing horizontally, it was as if the heaven and earth were blocking him!

Rumble!

A true earth-shattering event!

Within several miles of the Wangquan Mountain peak, the floor paved with hard white jade rock sank three feet!

As if being leveled by an invisible magic weapon!

Even though many martial artists had been prepared, they still staggered and almost fell here.

In this collision between the two, what was broken was not only the balance of the mountains and rivers, but also the balance of their minds!

Whoosh whoosh~~

Dust rolled and surged like hundreds of earth dragons rising into the air, dancing with the wind dragons howling in the sky!

Just one collision.

It was so earth-shattering!

Above the mountain peak, countless people were dazzled.

Only Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian's faces sank. They stepped forward and their majestic true energy instantly filled the sky. Interconnected with each other, it transformed into an invisible air wall blocking the front.

In the next moment, the dust flying in all directions hit like the most powerful hidden weapons in the world.

Crackling~

In the sound of explosions like a string of firecrackers, the hearts of many martial artists jumped.

Most of them were 'invited' by An Qisheng to build the mountain gate before, and at this time, seeing the plaza within several miles turned into ruins, they shuddered.

Rumble!

Above the mountain peak, air waves rose like mushroom clouds for hundreds of feet, completely blowing away the dark clouds that filled the air.

Then, scattered mud and gravel fell 'rustlingly', like rain falling on the Wangquan Mountain peak.

Bang!

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like a moment later.

Two figures were thrown away separately, one landed at the end of the ruins, in front of the Taiji diagram, white clothes fluttering.

One flew horizontally in the sky, standing in the air a hundred feet high, the airflow around him roaring like a dragon.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng was surrounded by mist, like a burning furnace.

Even more, bursts of blood flowing like great rivers and seas came out of his body. The rolling heat was actually produced by the violent boiling of his blood.

"Daoist!"

Wang Jianglong moved and landed beside An Qisheng.

As soon as he landed, he frowned.

In this heat wave, he could smell a faint fragrance, like the grass and trees in the mountains after a rainy morning.

"Daoist is injured?"

Wang Jianglong's heart was shaken, knowing that this was the smell of blood.

He had been on Wangquan Mountain for several days, and he had previously offered to spar with An Qisheng.

In that battle, he undoubtedly had no chance of winning.

But what impressed him the most was not the three San Shou, but the Daoist's supreme physique.

With his Subduing Dragon Palm's full blow, even the cold dragon whose physique was more than a hundred times stronger than humans would be seriously injured by him, but it was endured by this Daoist without even getting injured.

Is Pang Wanyang's wisp of divine will so powerful?

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine.

He raised his eyes and looked at Pang Wanyang standing in mid-air, and said lightly:

"Why bother holding on? It's not your body anyway..."

Before An Qisheng's words were finished, he heard a muffled sound in mid-air.

Pang Wanyang, or rather 'Yangshe's' body, exploded in the sky as if evolving.

In an instant, flesh and blood turned into mud, rolling down like rain. The bloody smell was blown by the air waves and filled the mountain peak, and everyone could smell it.

"Good! Very good! Very good!"

A faint voice with ripples echoed in the bloody rain in the sky:

"On the second day of the second month of the year after next, above the desert, I will be waiting for the Daoist to come!"

In the falling airflow, An Qisheng responded lightly:

"Good!"