Chapter 167 Da Dao is Hard to Ask

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Bang!

Bang!

The deep and drawn-out footsteps echoed like drumbeats, as if an ancient god were hammering the sky.

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor raised his eyebrows.

He saw that the void beneath the Gate of Myriad Mysteries, which had dimmed slightly with the departure of the Taiyi Sect Master and seemed on the verge of disappearing, was pulsing like a heart.

The Gate of Myriad Mysteries still suppressed the Platform of Kings.

In the void, a figure materialized step by step, like a boulder falling into water, the surrounding ripples of the void spreading out in concentric circles.

Qian Shisi watched calmly.

He saw the white-haired Daoist stride forward, his figure reflected by the ripples in the void, appearing somewhat blurred. At first glance, it seemed as if his form was constantly changing.

Sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as vast as the Milky Way, sometimes as ethereal as a cloud dragon, sometimes as violent as thunder...

His aura changed in myriad ways, yet each was powerful, each causing palpitations.

"Daoist Yuanyang has actually emerged from the Platform of Kings?"

"It's increasingly difficult to see through things. The thoughts of these great figures are hard to fathom..."

"That... that kind of aura, why is it so familiar?"

Inside and outside Heavenly Pride City, many cultivators looked at An Qisheng striding out, filled with surprise.

They were shocked that he could emerge from the Platform of Kings.

The disciples of the Taiyi Sect who had not yet retreated looked at An Qisheng with uncertainty, their eyes faintly carrying a hint of horror, as if they had seen something extremely unbelievable.

"This is... the Xuanmen Nine Transformations?"

Qian Shisi's eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of surprise.

The Taiyi Sect had nine true form diagrams, and when the nine true form diagrams were combined, their true name was "Taiyi Xuanmen Nine Transformations."

Legend has it that it was a great divine power technique that the Taiyi Sect's founder comprehended from the 'Gate of Myriad Mysteries,' said to be the ultimate skill of the Taiyi Celestial Venerable countless years ago.

Of course, some also said that the Taiyi Sect's founder was preaching in the name of 'Taiyi Celestial Venerable.'

But in any case, this great divine power seemed to be practiced only by the successive Taiyi Sect Masters, and even among the successive Taiyi Sect Masters, some had not fully mastered it.

Only a few had truly cultivated it to great success, and those few were all figures who shook the world.

Where did this Daoist Yuanyang learn the Taiyi Xuanmen Nine Transformations?

"Mister Yuan's progress is truly astonishing."

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor's lips were stained with blood, but he did not appear at all embarrassed. He looked at An Qisheng, slightly touched.

This was the second time he had seen An Qisheng.

In these two years, the two of them could feel each other's existence, but this was only the second time they had truly met.

Compared to the last time.

The progress of this Mister Yuanyang was so great that even he was amazed.

In his life, including the few opponents he had already killed, he had never seen a person with such extraordinary talent.

An Qisheng shook his head, not speaking.

Deep in his eyes, the Dao's essence had not yet dissipated, and he had gained a lot from this wisp of 'Gate of Myriad Mysteries' aura.

This 'Xuanmen Nine Transformations' was one of the most profound techniques he had seen in this world.

This was the method of the ancient Celestial Venerable.

Comprehending divine powers through others' spiritual treasures was an extremely unbelievable thing for most people.

If the Taiyi Sect Master knew, he would probably be shocked and speechless.

He accompanied the Gate of Myriad Mysteries every day, yet he had not comprehended anything from it in three thousand years.

If he knew that someone had only caught a glimpse and comprehended the Taiyi Sect's inherited technique.

He would probably vomit blood.

"Daoist Yuanyang."

Qian Shisi restrained the shock in his eyes. The Xuanmen Nine Transformations was the Taiyi Sect's inherited method, and although he was surprised, he did not care much.

However, sensing his aura, he became a little cautious: "Do you understand what the great changes in the world are?"

He had already read all the information about this Daoist Yuanyang more than once, but the more he read, the more doubts he had.

There were too many mysteries about this Daoist Yuanyang.

An orphaned child with both premature birth and early death, cultivating to this level in just three years, truly made him feel uneasy.

He even suspected whether he was still 'Yuanyang.'

Or had the real Yuanyang already died, and someone was using his name to walk in Dongzhou?

But in any case, sensing the vast and heavy, ever-changing aura, he could not ignore him.

"The will of Heaven has always been difficult to ask, it is merciless, and all things are treated like straw dogs! No one knows why the great changes in the world occurred in ancient times, and no one knows whether the great changes in the world that may occur again in the future are good or bad."

An Qisheng replied indifferently:

"But what can change the world is definitely not because it sensed the difficulty of cultivators' cultivation, but something else..."

He had known about the current Underworld Moon Holy Master's prophecy of future great changes in the world since several years ago from the dreams of Zheng Longqiu, Xuanji, and others.

However, he had once been entangled with the will of the Human Realm and had experienced overlooking the world from the perspective of the will of Heaven, so he was very clear.

To Heaven and Earth, all things are one without likes or dislikes, and the birth and death of all things, all spirits, and even stars and celestial bodies are meaningless to it.

Its changes naturally cannot be because of the difficulty of cultivators' cultivation.

In fact, the cultivation of this world is to seize life against the heavens, and it is even more impossible to change the rules of heaven and earth for no reason, making heaven and earth more suitable for cultivation.

"There's some truth to that."

Qian Shisi said meaningfully, a complex and inexplicable color flashing in the depths of his eyes: "You seem to understand the heavens very well..."

He was increasingly unable to grasp things.

Talent could be unparalleled, and the understanding of heaven, earth, and all things could also be sensed from the bloodline, but experience could not deceive people.

This Daoist Yuanyang felt extremely strange to him.

He had the vigor of a young man, the stability of a middle-aged man as immovable as a mountain, but also the open-mindedness of an old man, with nothing attached to his heart.

This was not something that could be obtained from the bloodline; instead, it was like an ancient antique resurrected from the inheritance of the bloodline.

If there were no reincarnation in the world, he would have suspected that the person standing in front of him was an old monster who had undergone tribulation and reborn.

An Qisheng said nothing more.

His aura slowly returned to peace, no longer changing.

Regarding the so-called great changes in the world in this world, he had also made many guesses in the past two years. Although he was limited by his lack of knowledge and could not deduce the true future.

But he had bad associations.

This was not without reason; the biggest basis was the source of the world coordinates of this Wanyang world...

"Cultivation is about asking the heavens and fighting for fate, change or no change, it doesn't matter."

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor loosened his five fingers.

The bronze cauldron transformed from the great formation of Heavenly Pride City had already fallen to the ground with a bang, turning into thousands of streams of light that submerged into every subtle place in the nine districts of Heavenly Pride City.

The condensing of this cauldron was not for him, but was generated by the fear of 'heaven's collapse' from the hearts of countless people in the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom.

All he did was guide it.

"Brother Qian, you were so high-spirited thousands of years ago, you dared to challenge the true disciples of the three holy lands. Why have you become timid and hesitant now?

With a single thought, thousands of cultivators in the Myriad Dharma Tower follow you, and tens of dynasties and hundreds of millions of people run and fight for you. Is this kind of power really so attractive that you can't let it go?"

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor seemed to no longer care whether someone would take the opportunity to activate the treasures of the sealed kings to attack him. The light in his eyes looking at Qian Shisi carried a hint of imperceptible disappointment:

"You have finally become the kind of person you once despised the most."

Thousands of years ago, the two were both geniuses. One was the first true disciple of the Myriad Dharma Tower, and the other came from the Leaving Heaven Holy Land. Naturally, the two had some intersection.

"Not as simple as Brother Li's life."

Qian Shisi's eyes moved, and he sighed softly, looking at the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor's increasingly unstable aura: "Time, fate, luck, number... Humans exist between heaven and earth, and it is ultimately difficult to be truly free and unrestrained.

You can break the mundane ties, but you can't break the Dao ties, nor can you break the heavenly ties!"

Having cultivated to their level, they could naturally perceive something unspeakable between heaven and earth.

Fate, luck, time, number.

Some things were not just words.

He inherited the way of the sages, possessed everything, and with a single thought, tens of thousands of people would move for him, killing and seizing, with supreme power.

This was also fate.

If you want to break it, you must bear all the backlash.

Even though he had the determination to die and wanted to seek the Great Dao, he could not be as decisive as the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor.

"Forget it, you can go."

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor sighed lightly, he waved his hand and said no more.

In fact, he himself had to do it for some reason.

If not, it might have been difficult for him to make up his mind.

"How can I go?"

Qian Shisi was unmoved, he turned his head to look at An Qisheng: "In a fight, life and death are no one else's fault, and it doesn't matter that Lin Yanlong was killed by you.

But the Asking Heaven Sword and the Ink Jade Halberd, I cannot give them to you."

The Myriad Dharma Tower had more than two sealing lord spiritual treasures, but not too many. Such treasures were not only divine weapons but also related to luck and inheritance.

The inheritance of the various sects and holy lands was not passed down orally, nor would it be written on paper, because both had the worry of being broken. Only with the inheritance of spiritual treasures could it be most secure.

Even if spiritual treasures were lost, there would be a time to find them, so that the inheritance would not be cut off.

Two sealing lord spiritual treasures represented two inheritances of the Myriad Dharma Tower, this was too important.

"Brother Qian."

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor frowned slightly, and ripples flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qian Shisi: "You and I are the only old friends from the past. Today, I don't want to kill you, you should leave."

Having broken through that threshold, even if life was only for a moment, the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor's heart was very calm at this time.

After the狂烈的battle intent, there was a still, lifeless pool of water.

He did not want to waste his energy.

"Brother Li, you don't have much time left, so you should think more about the aftermath. Time passes in the blink of an eye. If you miss it, there will be no more."

Qian Shisi's expression was calm: "I only take treasures, I won't kill people. Even so, does Brother Li want to perish with me?"

And along with the sound of his voice, the Myriad Dragon Boat slowly rose, its aura like the sun.

His greatest advantage over the other sect leaders was that he had truly brought the Myriad Dragon Boat.

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor was about to speak.

A sound of footsteps like a heavy hammer striking a drum resounded again.

An Qisheng stepped on the ripples rippling above the void, and a sharp divine sword in his palm ‘呜呜’ cried:

"Then, come and take them!"