Chapter 1 The Flow of Time

Time flowed on, ceaselessly forward, never stopping for anyone or anything.

Sixty years seemed but a blink of an eye.

But it was enough for a young child to pass through a long youth, adolescence, middle age, and enter old age, with children and grandchildren in abundance, yet the promotion of the New Law had not yet spread throughout the entire Da Qing.

In those sixty years, the world seemed to have undergone tremendous changes, and yet it seemed to have remained the same. In places where the New Law had been implemented, people had long since adapted over the past sixty years. In places where the New Law had not yet been implemented, people did not feel much change.

Only in places where the New Law and the Old Law were being replaced could one feel the tremendous changes.

Qingdu City.

Before dawn, when the great sun was about to rise but had not yet risen, was the darkest time of the day.

In the very north of Qingdu City, in the center of what was once the main altar of the Heavenly Will Sect, now the Taiji Dojo, stood the 'Deification Platform,' occupying an area of several miles and reaching a height of nearly a thousand zhang.

Whoosh~~~

Facing the morning breeze and frost, An Qisheng was slowly practicing his boxing.

Back in Xuanxing, he practiced boxing every day, almost without rest. After Jiufu Realm, he had not practiced boxing for a long time, but in the past sixty years in the Huangtian Realm, he had picked up his boxing again.

Not only boxing, but also qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, he had begun to dabble in them.

No one's life consists only of cultivation, even some legendary innate seeds of cultivation. He once advocated asceticism, but now he emphasizes nature.

Whether it was boxing or calligraphy, it all came from the heart.

Whoosh~

He slowly adopted a stance, and there was no trace of power in his every move, every punch, and every kick.

He seemed even weaker than the old ladies who liked to practice Taiji in the park on Xuanxing. However, if there were cultivation experts watching from afar, they would discover that when An Qisheng practiced boxing, his body was in harmony with the heavens and earth. With every punch and kick, every relaxation and tightening, it was as if the heavens and earth were breathing through him.

It seemed that with the movement of his stance, the stars in the sky were fluctuating with his breathing.

Beneath the calm exterior seemed to contain an indescribable force of terror.

In fact, sixty years ago, the area covered by his Qi Seed was only the Nine Provinces, including Liang Dan, but now, after sixty years, all the City Gods of the world had returned to his heart. The area where his Qi Seed had spread had already covered more than 70% of the territory of Da Qing.

There were over a hundred large states, over four hundred small states, including the mountains and rivers within them.

At a certain moment, An Qisheng raised his eyes and looked out at the boundless night sky. He saw sparks of fire shooting from the infinite depths and projecting into the depths of the earth.

It was a meteor shower covering the sky and earth, a scale so large that it was rare to see in thousands of years.

And as the endless rain of fire streaked across the night sky, an indescribable aura flashed across the heavens and earth.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng slowly retracted his stance, and in the depths of his eyes, mountains and rivers seemed to flash:

"It's only been sixty years, and they've already discovered it..."

Sixty years is naturally a long time for ordinary people, but for cultivators, it is not a particularly large number. For a world that has lived for millions or even tens of millions of years,

It is even more insignificant.

To have discovered something was wrong so quickly, one could imagine how strict 'He' was in monitoring this world.

Only one of the five Deification Platforms he had envisioned had been completed. Although the Compassionate Old Daoist had arrived in Donglu, the construction of the Deification Platform could not be accomplished overnight.

This meteor shower was aimed at him!

An Qisheng was very clear about this. In fact, if his Qi Seeds were not scattered among the mountains, it might not be a meteor shower falling in the sky at this time, but thunderclouds burying the capital city.

However, he was very curious about how that 'He' would deal with him.

With his current cultivation, ordinary natural disasters, whether it be landslides, super volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, meteorites, or even planetary collisions, could not destroy him.

Unless it was a cosmic-level natural disaster that could destroy this piece of land along with it, such as a supernova explosion, the destruction of a star, a solar storm, or a galaxy melee.

Otherwise, even if there was still one person alive in this world, it must be him!

Harness the land to resist the heavens!

This was An Qisheng's confidence.

And once the five Deification Platforms were all completed, perhaps, it would be time to switch from defense to offense...

So, this meteor shower was the prelude to his 'Heavenly Punishment'.

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, his eyes gleaming:

"What do you want to do to me?"

An Qisheng did not know how many trump cards Huangtian had, but there must be more than he imagined.

The Ninefold Heavenly Punishment, the tribulation of thunder, the demons and ghosts of the world, the Ten Vices of Huangtian, and even the cultivators of the world, were all very likely to be His backup plans.

Therefore, even he could only respond as he saw fit.

However, he was not afraid, and even felt a little expectation in his heart.

"Amitabha."

In the night, a golden light broke through the dawn, and Monk Ruyi stepped through the air and landed on the Deification Platform.

His primordial spirit was in harmony with the will of heaven, and he could vaguely sense many things. Even if the Netherworld Monarch had not disturbed the secrets of heaven, he could have divined many things with a simple calculation.

This meteor shower was just ordinary for most people.

But for true men above the primordial spirit, it was different.

"This meteor shower is a bit strange..."

Looking at An Qisheng standing with his hands behind his back, the great monk's expression was slightly solemn. This Daoist had become stronger.

For some reason, Monk Ruyi felt a little depressed in his heart.

In the past sixty years, this Daoist had sought him out more than once to discuss the Dao, from cultivation methods and supernatural powers to the general trend of the world, from the changes of ancient and modern times to the evolution of the future. Therefore, he could perceive An Qisheng's changes extremely clearly.

In his life, he had never seen anyone make such terrifying progress.

Sixty years ago, he was unwilling to take action, but he thought he still had a chance to fight. But at this time, he suddenly discovered that even if An Qisheng stood with his back to him, he had lost the will to attack.

Or rather, the courage.

Watching his strength leap time after time, the impact on him was far greater than actually fighting and losing.

"There are many stars in the starry sky. It's nothing for a few to fall."

An Qisheng stood with his back to Monk Ruyi and said lightly.

"The sea of stars is boundless. Even if a primordial spirit can cross it with a Dharma body, they do not know its depth. It seems that the Daoist knows a lot..."

Monk Ruyi seemed a little curious as he asked.

In fact, he was subtly trying to find out An Qisheng's origins and his teacher.

The starry sky was vast. Since ancient times, there have been people who wanted to explore the starry sky, but they had gained little.

Many primordial spirits had crossed the starry sky, but until the end of their lives, they had not made any discoveries.

Under the boundless starry sky, it seemed that this world was the only one.

But those who knew the secrets of the starry sky were either those with long-standing traditions, or... ancient monsters reborn.

"Great Monk still wants to get to the bottom of things."

An Qisheng smiled, naturally knowing Monk Ruyi's thoughts.

There were many people in the world who doubted his origins, because he had appeared out of nowhere and risen too quickly. If he had spent more than a hundred years laying the groundwork, perhaps there would not be such doubts.

But he naturally would not care.

"I can't hide it from you, True Man."

Monk Ruyi shook his head with a wry smile:

"There is no dragon or snake without origins in the world, let alone a divine dragon like True Man. This little monk is really curious. I wonder if True Man can solve my doubts?"

"Too much curiosity is not a good thing."

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at the great monk, curiously asking:

"I have heard that the Tathagata Monastery has two supreme classics, the Tathagata and Prajna schools. When combined, they can form the Dao. I wonder if the Great Monk can share some of them with me?"

"Amitabha, this little monk has spoken out of turn."

Monk Ruyi put his hands together and stopped speaking.

The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra and the Prajna Sutra are the complete classics passed down through the generations of the Tathagata Monastery. It is said that when combined, they can form the 'Dao'. He would naturally not reveal them.

Of course, he did not know that An Qisheng had already obtained all the secrets of the Tathagata Monastery's classics.

The discussions over the past sixty years were not just discussions.

An Qisheng smiled lightly and said seemingly unintentionally:

"I have heard that Prajna is the mother of all Buddhas. Why is it that the Tathagata can attain perfect enlightenment and directly ascend to immortality? I wonder if this is true or false?"

"For thousands of years, no one in the Tathagata Monastery has combined the Tathagata and Prajna into one. The saying of ascending to immortality is just a rumor and cannot be taken seriously."

Monk Ruyi seemed very humble, not daring to exaggerate at all, for fear that the Daoist in front of him would mention the exchange of classics again.

"Your Tathagata Monastery has such a long tradition. It's understandable that you can't compare to me and the Netherworld Monarch, but why can even the Heavenly Will Sect suppress you?"

An Qisheng sighed, seeming a little regretful:

"The Dao becomes clearer through debate. Cherishing one's own broom only makes it difficult to progress."

The world is vast, the universe is boundless. Even a primordial spirit finds it difficult to travel all over the continents and seas, let alone the vast starry sky. In that case, why pursue ascension?

This increasingly made him feel that the Dao of the Huangtian Realm had gone astray.

Perhaps there was one, or perhaps several, gifted geniuses in ancient times who succeeded by luck, and led countless cultivators in later generations astray...

It was not impossible.

"Passing down the scriptures but not the methods, this is the ancestral teaching and cannot be violated."

Monk Ruyi shook his head slightly.

In the past sixty years, although the Taiji Dao established by An Qisheng had not widely opened its doors, the beginning of the Taiji Induction Chapter had already been published throughout the world, causing a huge uproar in the cultivation world.

The collision between cultivators and the Taiji Dao in recent years was certainly due to the promotion of the New Law, but this was the main reason.

"Never mind."

An Qisheng stopped talking about this matter, changed the subject, and said:

"Then, I wonder if Master has ever thought about another path?

The path of the Netherworld Monarch!"

"Hmm?"

Monk Ruyi suddenly raised his head, and divine light seemed to flash in his eyes: "Is True Man talking about the path opened up by the Netherworld Monarch above the primordial spirit?"

Above the primordial spirit, there was not only one path to ascension.

The Netherworld Monarch had opened up a second path!

This was recorded in many long-standing sects, but before the Netherworld Monarch could spread this path to the world, the Netherworld had lost contact.

Countless people had pursued it, but had gained nothing.

It was rumored that hundreds of years ago, the Heavenly Will Daoist had coveted the Netherworld, wanting to find that path, but the result...

"Amitabha."

Monk Ruyi lightly chanted a Buddhist mantra and said with a wry smile:

"It seems that True Man has something for me to do..."

"Not bad!"

An Qisheng lightly tapped the Deification Platform, and the huge buzzing sound could not cover his calm voice:

"What I ask is for Master to go to the west, eight hundred and twenty-seven thousand six hundred miles away, and set up a Deification Platform!"