Lì~

The cry of an eagle exploded in the sky, piercing through the clouds for thousands of miles, echoing between the mountains.

A giant bird spread its wings, scattering clouds of dust, instantly traveling tens of thousands of miles. The violent wind it stirred up swept across the earth, raising dust like waves over a vast area.

Hundreds of miles of vegetation bowed down, and where it passed, birds, beasts, fish, and insects dared not utter a sound, all silenced by its presence.

"It's the 'Ancient Golden Luan' of the Taiyi Sect!"

Somewhere on the plain, a rogue cultivator exclaimed in the howling wind.

The Ancient Golden Luan was the king of birds revered by the Taiyi Sect. Legend had it that its wings spanned tens of thousands of miles, capable of carrying the stars and moon on its back, its physical strength comparable to that of a great power.

It was said that this bird had ties to the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan of the demon race, its bloodline even stronger than some dragon clans.

With this bird soaring through the sky, there was no doubt that the Taiyi Sect had arrived.

"The Taiyi Sect's Ancient Golden Luan, the Taiyi Sect's 'Myriad Dragon Ship', the Lingtian Sect's 'Lingtian Sword'...... the major sects have all come to the Tianding Kingdom, is the Zhuwang Platform about to open?"

Someone exclaimed, clearly the Taiyi Sect was not the first to arrive, and clearly, it would not be the last.

"I wonder who will take the lead this time."

A rogue cultivator looked up at the shadows falling from the sky, a sense of envy rising in his heart.

The Zhuwang Platform did not reject the participation of rogue cultivators, but even those who had obtained fortuitous encounters were only a few who could compete with the true disciples of the great sects.

The vast majority of people could only be spectators.

Whoosh~

Above the sky, a hundred thousand feet high, hundreds of people sat cross-legged on the giant bird's broad back, as flat as a plain, closing their eyes and focusing their minds.

"Zhuwang Platform......"

On a feather, Lan Shuixian stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as沉凝 as water. After three years of silence and waiting, he had finally cultivated a divine body.

Beside him was Mo Baobao, who had grown up a bit. He looked down at the clouds, watching the cities that were so small they were almost invisible, and frowned slightly:

"Luan-jiejie, can you fly a little slower? I can't see clearly."

Lì~

The spiritual bird responded with a long cry, its speed indeed slowing down a bit. Immediately, the rolling sonic boom behind it followed, as if large swathes of thunderclouds were covering it.

Lan Shuixian looked into the distance, into the clouds, wondering what he was thinking.

In these years, he had condensed a divine body, and was considered a leader among the current generation of true disciples, with the strength to compete with Meng Xiantian for the title of first true disciple of this generation.

But every time he thought of that 'Yuanyang Daoren,' his heart still fluttered.

In these three years, the deeds of An Qisheng had spread wider and wider, especially after even a wave of assassins from the Butian Pavilion had fallen in Tianjiao City, his reputation had grown even greater.

Implicitly, he already had the demeanor of the Tianding Emperor, who swept through his generation and resisted the pursuit of the Litian Sacred Ground more than a thousand years ago.

But he remembered very clearly that when he first saw him, he was clearly just an infant with declining qi and blood, depleted origin, not only born prematurely but also destined to die young.

Two years ago, he was already able to suppress more than ten myriad law great experts and kill Fang Lingxu, who had condensed a Dongtian. Now, what stage had he reached?

He still couldn't figure out what kind of fortuitous encounter Yuanyang had obtained to have such terrifying progress.

Among those with such legendary progress, even among the ancient holy emperors and celestial venerables, there were only a few. Those few were all descendants of the holy emperors and celestial venerables, sealed and preserved in later generations with supreme magic power.

Even Guanglong Zhizun, who was born with the phenomena of Taiyin and Taiyang, and had the wisdom of a previous life, and could understand myriad laws through one law, was not so terrifying, right?

"Shixiong?"

Mo Baobao pinched the corner of Lan Shuixian's clothes, seemingly guessing what he was thinking: "Shixiong, focus your mind! You've had your soul stolen by that Yuanyang Daoren."

He was a little worried.

But he was also the one who knew Lan Shuixian's thoughts best.

Watching a child with deficient qi and blood rise to such a level was a huge blow to anyone.

What was terrifying was not strength, but the speed of progress.

In one year, he could already suppress myriad laws and kill Dongtian experts. Looking at the past three thousand years, there seemed to have been few such things.

Even the direct bloodline descendants of the divine emperors, and the prodigies who awakened their bloodlines at birth, had few who could have such terrifying progress.

"Stolen my soul? That won't happen."

Lan Shuixian came back to his senses, looked at Mo Baobao's worried expression, and couldn't help but smile:

"In ancient times, any great world with those who have attained the Dao will inevitably produce divine bodies and rise up geniuses. Having such an opponent is a good thing."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Seeing Lan Shuixian's smile, Mo Baobao was stunned, then nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Those who start first may not be as good as those who arrive later. In this great world, Lan-shixiong will definitely sweep across the land and be invincible."

This little guy had great confidence in Lan Shuixian.

"Among the powerful clans in the world, not to mention the demon, dragon, phoenix, and ancient remnant clans, and not to mention the many sacred grounds and sects in the other major continents of the human race, there are so many strong people in Dongzhou alone. How easy is it to sweep across the land and be invincible?"

Lan Shuixian shook his head.

He naturally had confidence in himself, but he didn't think this path would be easy. Which of the ancient holy emperors and even princes hadn't climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?

One should have great ambitions, but one cannot be too arrogant.

"Shuixian is right."

As the two were talking, a slender middle-aged man had already come to their side.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a green robe, with his hair tied up and crowned. The three-foot-long beard under his jaw moved with the wind. Beneath his light eyebrows, which were as long as willow leaves, clear eyes fell on Lan Shuixian:

"Although you are young and half a step slower, since you have become a Dongzhou divine body, it is already enough to smooth out everything. Divine bodies are difficult to form, and Tiangang is easy to obtain. If you can get an opportunity in this Zhuwang Platform, you will definitely be able to cultivate Tiangang in one fell swoop, or even myriad laws!

At that time, you will already have the ability to compete with the heroes of Dongzhou."

The middle-aged man spoke with praise.

The Dongzhou divine body could be named after Dongzhou, so naturally it had its own special features. This divine body was not a king body, but a supreme body!

The divine body created by Dayu Zhizun, the first supreme being in Dongzhou to attain the Dao!

In millions of years, there have been very few who could cultivate this divine body. In tens of thousands of years, Lan Shuixian was the only one.

"Wang Zhanglao is too kind."

Lan Shuixian cupped his hands to express his thanks.

"It's a pity that the era of 'Dayu Zhizun' is too far away from us. His inheritance, and even that Dayu divine spear, have been lost in the long river of time."

Wang Zhanglao was a little regretful again.

The reason why the Dongzhou divine body was declining, in addition to the changes in the world, was also because the inheritance of Dayu Zhizun had long been submerged by the years and its whereabouts were unknown.

"If there is an opportunity, I will eventually encounter it. Even if I don't, I may not be able to walk my own path."

Lan Shuixian didn't seem to care.

As the years flowed and the times changed, Zhizun was still strong and invincible, but their inheritance was not necessarily perfect.

The strength of Zhizun lies in people, not in their inheritance.

Just as he condensed the Dongzhou divine body because it was suitable, not because it was the divine body of Dayu Zhizun.

"Good!"

Wang Zhanglao laughed loudly:

"This is the true style of my Taiyi Sect, this is the aura that my Dongzhou divine body should have!"

Lan Shuixian was neither sad nor happy, his heart moved slightly.

Looking out of thin air, he could already see the towering and grand Tianjiao City, which was larger than any mountain peak.

"Eh? The Wanfa Lou has arrived early."

Wang Zhanglao's eyes moved, and he had already seen the huge dragon boat that tore through the clouds and swooped down like a divine dragon.

That was the 'Myriad Dragon Ship' of the Wanfa Lou.

Legend has it that a million years ago, when the dragon clan rose from the four seas and wreaked havoc in Dongzhou, a king-level ancestor of the Wanfa Lou took action and refined this dragon boat by killing ten thousand divine dragons.

Legend has it that it was blessed by eighteen Dongtian, and its power was vast. With one crash, it could kill a marquis-level peerless overlord.

......

Boom!

The air currents leaked to the ground, causing ripples to spread in layers, and the wind rolled like waves, spreading far and wide.

The huge dragon boat hung ten thousand feet in the air.

Thousands of miles away, the many soldiers on the Tianjiao City wall had already been shocked by the surging aura, and each one was dumbfounded.

The dragon boat was as large as a star mountain, eighteen stories high, stacked on top of each other, seemingly higher than the Tianjiao City wall, and its raised bow was like the head of a real dragon.

It exuded a majestic, dignified, and sacred aura.

At this time, hanging in the air, it was like a star pressing down, and its shadow fell for thousands of miles, covering the ninth district of Tianjiao City.

Whoosh~

Inside and outside Tianjiao City, there was silence for a time, and an indescribable aura pressed down on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

They felt that even if the dragon boat only trembled, it could turn the entire Tianjiao City into dust of the years.

It was incredibly powerful.

"Tianjiao City, we've arrived!"

Inside the Myriad Dragon Ship, Li Xun slowly exhaled and walked out of the cabin, looking at Tianjiao City thousands of miles away.

Tianjiao City was once an insignificant city in Dongzhou, but now, a thousand years later, it faintly had the reputation of being the number one city in Dongzhou.

Not because the city was so huge, but because there was the Tianding Emperor, who was known as the number one person in the world.

This great expert, who had already made the Litian Sacred Ground helpless a thousand years ago, how strong would he be now, after a thousand years?

"Tianjiao City has arrived."

True disciples walked out of the cabins one after another, looking at Tianjiao City from afar, all feeling curious.

Few of them had really been to this city, but they had all been thinking about this city for many years. The Zhuwang Platform, in a sense, had already become a trial ground for the ten major sects to compete for the title of first true disciple of the current generation.

Buzz~

The dragon boat shook for a moment, spitting out a ribbon of primordial qi that stretched for thousands of miles. The ribbon cut through the sky like a rainbow bridge, falling outside Tianjiao City.

At the same time, a calm voice echoed in the ears of all the true disciples who had left the cabin: "Enter the city."

"Yes, Zhangjiao!"

All the true disciples were shaken in their hearts and bowed in response.

Lì~

Before the true disciples of the Wanfa Lou could leave the dragon boat, a long cry that pierced the sky and broke through the waves had already exploded in the sky.

The air currents rolled like the sea.

Figures transformed into streamers of light, falling from the sky like a meteor shower, landing outside Tianjiao City.

"The people from the Taiyi Sect are here! I saw the Dongzhou divine body, Lan Shuixian!"

Many disciples of the Wanfa Lou were slightly surprised.

Then they accelerated their pace. Thousands of miles were just a blink of an eye for them. When the disciples of the Taiyi Sect landed outside the city, they had also left the dragon boat.

Only Yuan Duxiu walked slowly.

He looked at the figures outside Tianjiao City from afar and whispered to himself:

"So many geniuses have gathered. I wonder how many defeats I can suffer?"