Chapter 1 Tian Ding Emperor

The thought of the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor arose in his mind, and at the same time, a wealth of information about this secular emperor surfaced in An Qisheng's mind.

The Wanyang World has nine provinces, four seas, and endless deserts. Its territory is so vast that almost no one below the rank of prince or marquis can travel it all.

The vast territory has also nurtured countless living beings, a hundred races of heaven and earth, with the human race being the most numerous. The Eastern Continent alone probably already needs to be measured in Jingzhao.

There are hundreds of kingdoms like the Heavenly Cauldron Dynasty in the Eastern Continent.

However, the Eastern Continent is never ruled by dynasties. What decides everything are the many cultivators, the many sects, and only the three holy lands.

Even the ancient Sage Emperors and Supreme beings could not change this.

Because this is a world where ten thousand races rise together, and the human race, although powerful, is only one race. The greatest threat is not war between countries, but war between races.

The wars between humans, demons, dragons, phoenixes, holy spirits, Asuras, Yakshas, ancient relics... have spread throughout the entire history and legends of the Wanyang World.

It runs through a river of three thousand years.

The cultivator's great power lies within himself. With a flick of the finger, rivers can be broken, and with a breath, mountains can be moved. They wield the strongest power of the human race, and are also threatened by foreign races, embodying the great righteousness of racial survival.

Therefore, the lands of the human race such as Eastern Continent, Central Continent, and Extreme Continent are all like this.

Even if the Supreme beings established imperial courts, what they controlled was only the cultivation of the world.

The secular and the cultivation world coexist and do not coexist. The subtlety of this is extreme.

The three holy lands control life and death, the sects control the dynasties, and the dynasties control the people. This seems somewhat similar to what An Qisheng did in the Jiu Fu World.

But the difference lies in the fact that in the Jiu Fu World, what determines everything is the 'Sword of Royal Authority', not the Dao of Royal Authority, and even less so the Daoist of Royal Authority.

The Sword of Royal Authority has spirituality, but it is still an inanimate object. Because it is dead, it has no desires or demands.

But the three holy lands and the various sects are ultimately controlled by people.

It has only been more than 20,000 years since the Guanglong Supreme left, and all the bottom-level creatures in the Eastern Continent, Central Continent, and even the nine provinces, have gradually become appendages serving the top cultivators.

Even the disciples of the sects can influence the change of dynasties.

The Heavenly Cauldron Dynasty once faced all of this, until the current Heavenly Cauldron Emperor ascended the throne.

The abandoned disciple of the Li Tian Holy Land, ascending the throne as emperor and taking control of the secular dynasty, was once a laughing stock a thousand years ago, but that Heavenly Cauldron Emperor was no ordinary person.

He had unparalleled talent and was known as the number one in the Eastern Continent, no less than a young Supreme being. If he had been born at the right time, he would have been conferred the title of marquis long ago, and perhaps even the title of king.

After he ascended the throne, he set the country name as Tianyuan, pacified the treacherous and evil within the country, opened mountains to build canals, recruited many small sects and rogue cultivators to enter the court as officials, and directly cut off the tribute to several major sects.

He became the only independent dynasty in the Eastern Continent that is independent of all the sects.

Today, in the cities of the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom, the people still serve the aristocratic families and sects, but they are no longer as uncompensated and unable to refuse as they once were.

That Heavenly Cauldron Emperor spent a full thousand years to win for the people of the Heavenly Cauldron Kingdom, and even the surrounding countries, a qualification to say 'no' to the sect cultivators.

No one knows what kind of fierce struggles and covert battles took place in these thousand years, but that Heavenly Cauldron Emperor still guards the Heavenly Pride City, becoming a 'heterogeneous' in the eyes of the cultivators.

"Will there be changes in the future world? The world, which has been extremely harsh since the Guanglong Supreme attained the Dao, will change again?"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and muttered a sentence from Zheng Longqiu's memory.

Before the great changes in the world, eliminate all possible threats. In other words, kill the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor, a peerless genius who is very likely to be conferred the title of marquis during the changes in the world.

"The three holy lands and several major sects that possess Supreme spiritual treasures are so afraid of this Heavenly Cauldron Emperor?"

An Qisheng's eyes were deep.

Zheng Longqiu is indeed an elder of Jinyang Mountain, but without entering the Cave Heaven realm, he cannot access the true secrets of the major sects and holy lands. He firmly believes in this sentence, but it may not be true.

Or perhaps, it is just one of the reasons.

The three holy lands and several major sects have such a long inheritance and such deep foundations that they cannot be easily shaken. If that Heavenly Cauldron Emperor had already been conferred the title of marquis, he might still believe it a little.

But now, he doesn't believe it at all.

"However, Heavenly Cauldron Emperor..."

As An Qisheng's heart stirred slightly, Zhu Dahai, who was pulling the carriage, had already stopped in the clouds.

"Ah, Little, Little Dot!"

Zhu Dahai looked a little nervous, staring intently ahead.

He saw a divine light shooting out from the distance, erecting a bridge of divine light like a rainbow. Faintly, the clouds swirled, making a 'woo woo' sound.

The bridge of divine light blocked the way, and the airflow moved 'whoosh whoosh', causing Zhu Dahai's skin and flesh to tremble.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanyang has such courage, capturing the masters of the four major sects and still not panicking, making Xuanji admire you so much..."

This divine light shot out from thousands or tens of thousands of miles away, but its speed was not as fast as this gentle and graceful female voice.

With just a sound, An Qisheng's mouth and nose seemed to be filled with a faint fragrance, and this carriage was also plated with a layer of faint silver brilliance.

He slowly raised his eyebrows, and in his eyes reflected a faint silver moon.

Then, a graceful figure fluttered over, seeming to arrive at the same time as her voice, and also seeming to accompany the fleeting silver moon.

It seemed that once she appeared, she stood on the bridge of divine light, and it seemed that she was supposed to be there.

That was a crystal clear girl in a snow-white palace dress, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. This was not an exaggeration, but the girl was as fair as moonlight condensing, her skin crystal clear and shimmering with faint light, beautiful and exquisite, like a fairy.

Beautiful without any flaws, all the beautiful adjectives in the world seemed to fit her without any sense of incongruity, and even seemed a little inadequate.

Traveling through the three realms, An Qisheng had also seen many beauties, but none of them could be so breathtakingly beautiful and so pleasing to the eye.

Even if he had no feelings of love between men and women, he still felt a little comfortable seeing this woman.

He is a human after all, not heaven. Ugly things are ultimately not as pleasing to the eye as beautiful things. This is human nature.

He cultivates the Mind-Following Method, not the Heart-Defying Dao, so he naturally finds it good-looking.

But, it was just good-looking.

"The Great Method of the Underworld Moon Holy Land is truly extraordinary."

An Qisheng looked at the girl on the bridge of divine light through the car curtain, and said lightly, "Fellow Daoist has come to my door for the sake of the people of the four major sects, right?"

He naturally knew who was coming.

Among the three holy lands of the Eastern Continent, the Underworld Moon Holy Land has unparalleled insight. A round of Underworld Moon can illuminate the world, making it the easiest to find people.

Although he can restrain his aura and traces, he still exists between heaven and earth after all.

It was not too surprising to be found.

"The people of the four major sects will naturally be rescued by the four major sects themselves. Why should Xuanji waste her breath and effort?"

The girl Xuanji's eyes were as clear as a spring, without any impurities, and her tone was gentle and moist like moonlight:

"I just heard that the Eastern Continent has been quite lively these days, so I came down the mountain."

Her eyes seemed to have souls. With a gentle sweep, even the simple-minded Zhu Dahai couldn't help but tremble, and the hostility he had originally raised disappeared.

He stared foolishly at the girl, drooling from the corners of his mouth: "Little Dot, you smell so sweet."

"Is that so?"

Xuanji smiled softly, seeming to find this fat man a little interesting.

"Dahai, pull the carriage."

An Qisheng glanced at Zhu Dahai. Although this simpleton's physique is strong, his mind is not sound. Although his fate is strange, he is also extremely easily bewitched.

*Clatter*

Zhu Dahai wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smiled foolishly, and then pulled the carriage weighing tens of thousands of pounds, starting off with a 'huff huff'.

"Fellow Daoist?"

The girl seemed a little surprised, but seeing Zhu Dahai only focusing on pulling the carriage, she could only shake her head: "Fellow Daoist, do you know that you are about to face great calamity?"

In the carriage, An Qisheng didn't even raise his eyelids:

"Speak!"

The relationship between a person's mind and age is not great, but it has more to do with experience. A cultivator who has been practicing in the mountains for ten thousand years may not have more careful thoughts than a person who has been rolling around in the mortal world for a thousand years.

An Qisheng has entered the dreams of no less than tens of thousands of people, experienced too many people's lives, and experienced too many things, his mind is clear.

Having lived two lives and reached the Supreme realm in three realms, his heart has become almost unshakable. At least, it is impossible for any simple words to scare him.

He just uttered one word.

Xuanji's heart trembled involuntarily. In a trance, she only felt that the person in front of her was not an unknown 'outsider', but the sect leader who wielded the Underworld Moon artifact.

Involuntarily, she opened her mouth: "The Guanglong Supreme has divided the region for tens of thousands of years, and the many sects in the Eastern Continent are already enough, without the need for any variables..."

Having said half a sentence, Xuanji's heart trembled slightly, and she woke up, realizing that she had been tricked.

But she possesses a spiritual treasure, how could she have been tricked silently?

Surprised, a touch of shame and anger appeared in her clear eyes: "You, what kind of magical power is this?"

"Does this variable also include the Heavenly Cauldron Emperor?"

It was a questioning sentence, but it was a definite tone. An Qisheng casually lifted the car curtain: "I am new to your land, and I need a guide. Since Fellow Daoist has come, why not introduce me to the scenery of this Eastern Continent?"

Since ancient times, the relationship between enemies and friends has been nothing more than courtesy before force. Since this woman does not make a move, then naturally she wants to talk.

Since they are going to talk, naturally there is no need for too much nonsense.

He is indeed not a person from the Eastern Continent!

Xuanji's heart stirred, but she only smiled on her face. Without any obvious movement, she had already stepped into the carriage.

Zhu Dahai seemed unaware, and even quickened his pace. For a time, the surrounding clouds and seas swirled, and the environment changed, instantly covering dozens or hundreds of miles...

The crimson carriage is the mount of Mo Changfa. It looks small from the outside, but the space inside is not small, with pavilions, towers, and even a spring of spiritual energy.

The environment is quiet and the scenery is excellent.

"The carriages of the Myriad Dharma Tower have always been excellent."

The girl named Xuanji walked into the carriage and couldn't help but nod slightly. Holy lands are not omnipotent, and in some aspects, they are inherently inferior to other major sects.

Of course, this does not include strength.

"It's just a means of transportation. Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter."

An Qisheng replied lightly.

Looking at Xuanji who was pacing over, he did not wait for her to sit down before asking the first question:

"Among the Eastern Continent, there are not a few Supreme spiritual treasures. Apart from the Myriad Dharma Tower and the Taiyi Gate, there are still several Sage Emperor families remaining. I wonder why there are only three holy lands?"