Chapter 1 A Sigh

A soft sigh accompanied the retraction of the starlight hand, spreading in all directions, echoing everywhere within the starlit canopy, ubiquitous.

This voice lacked intense emotional fluctuation, stating things plainly, yet it struck people's hearts like lightning, causing everyone who heard it to tremble as if electrocuted.

A master!

A grand master!

Zheng Longqiu, Feng Changming, Mo Changfa, and the others all wore solemn expressions, retreating while constantly sizing up the situation.

Amidst the illusory stars, a white-haired, white-browed youth sat cross-legged on a reclining ox stone, with the stone tablet they had been chasing right in front of him.

Around him, the starry sky resembled a sea or river, with the light reflected from each star enveloping him tightly. Most of these stars appeared somewhat illusory, except for one that shone like a golden sun, as if burning fiercely.

This was actually a true form?

Using the Milky Way as a true form?

Several people found it somewhat unbelievable. They had never seen a master who solely cultivated the True Form realm in their lives. It wasn't that this path was impossible to cultivate, but that it was unsuited to the times.

Before the Mythological Era, True Form Celestial Sovereign pioneered the first realm of martial arts, but after the Mythological Era, when Spiritual Appearance Celestial Sovereign pioneered the second realm, very few cultivators solely cultivated the True Form realm.

Not to mention now, after Mythological, Primordial, Ancient, Upper Ancient, and Near Ancient eras, Guang Long Celestial Sovereign had pushed the nine realms to eleven realms.

This sense of incongruity was like taking the Xuan Star College Entrance Examination. Clearly, one could study and be tested in multiple subjects, but one insisted on taking a special recruitment exam in only one subject. Although there was a theoretical chance of success,

the effort, difficulty, and orthodox cultivation were simply not proportional.

"...Yuan..."

Lan Shuixian's body trembled in the distance, his face filled with extreme disbelief.

Was this fake?

His mind was somewhat dazed, and for the first time in his life, he doubted himself, doubted his own eyes. Could he have seen wrong?

Mo Baobao was not much better off than him.

He kept comparing his height, and for a moment, he also felt an extremely strong sense of frustration. He was clearly several years older...

Whoosh~

Starlight flowed like water.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the reclining ox stone, quietly sensing the drastic changes within his body.

His muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and marrow were all undergoing transformation amidst the surging power. What the cultivators of the Myriad Sun World cultivated was also called mana, but in An Qisheng's view, it was more appropriate to describe it as 'blood energy.'

All great power returned to oneself!

The cultivation of the Myriad Sun World differed from the Jiufu World and the Human Path. The latter two more or less emphasized the unity of heaven and man, using human power to shake the power of heaven, and then inducing spiritual energy to overturn mountains and seas.

The Myriad Sun World, however, was like a black hole, devouring spiritual energy to transform it into blood energy, nourishing the body and spirit, and even opening up its own 'grotto-heaven'!

To call this world a world of martial cultivators was not as accurate as calling it a world of body cultivators, battle cultivators!

This had an unimaginable effect on his cultivation of the 'Taiji Divine Court.' Under the surging of blood energy like a vast ocean, his five viscera temples re-condensed, and his hair, teeth, eyes, and even lower body had already produced 'divine powers.'

Having been in this world for only half a year, his physique alone had surpassed his ninety years of cultivation in the Human Path, and far surpassed it!

Such a rapid transformation, if it were to happen to any genius in this world, would cause great discomfort, an inability to control power, and the occasional unreliability.

Not to mention fighting enemies, even walking would be difficult.

But of course, this did not exist for him. From the very beginning, he had been walking the path of meticulous control with internal martial arts. He could replace and operate the earth's magnetic field, so his own body was naturally needless to say.

"Who is Your Excellency?!"

Fa Wumei spoke from afar, his voice containing vigilance, not daring to attack easily. Those who solely cultivated one realm were not necessarily much weaker than those of the same realm.

This person's true form was almost as vast as a grotto-heaven. Although the majority of it was still illusory, he was at least a master of their level.

More importantly, although this person had an aura of vicissitudes, his bone age did not seem very old, so he was obviously a genius, and most likely had the shadow of a powerful force behind him.

Zheng Longqiu and the others all watched coldly, their bodies bursting with aura, their blood energy surging, and their magical treasures and divine weapons surrounding them, ready to strike at any time.

And in their hearts, they constantly searched for information about the person in front of them, but found nothing.

"Fa Wumei of the Emotion-Extinguishing Path? I heard that the Emotion-Extinguishing Path has a secret divine power, the 'Three Seven Law Extinguishing Talisman,' which can curse and kill people from afar as long as they know their name, extinguishing three souls and seven spirits?"

An Qisheng gazed at the man and suddenly smiled: "My name is Yuan Yang. You can try and see if you can curse and kill me!"

In the past thirty million years, no one knew how many kinds of divine powers, secret techniques, and inheritances there were in this world. In addition to killing and combat techniques, there were also various secret techniques and divine powers aimed at the primordial spirit.

But even now, his strongest point was still not his physique, but his divine will, which had already condensed the 'divine flower' and produced the 'Taiji Daoist.'

"Who exactly are you? It seems that there is no one like Your Excellency among the cultivators of my Eastern Continent!"

Zheng Longqiu's eyes flickered.

Martial arts cultivation required laws first and resources second. Without enough pills and spiritual materials, even the most talented person could not become successful.

Not to mention that this person seemed to be cultivating a single realm.

This method of cultivation was ancient and primitive, inefficient, extremely slow, and consumed even more resources.

If this person was from the Eastern Continent, they could not have been unaware.

"Zheng Longqiu of Jingyang Mountain, I heard that you cultivate the 'Overlord Fist,' one of the six great true forms of Jingyang Mountain. I wonder how far along you are?"

An Qisheng's gaze swept over everyone.

There were too many cultivators in the Myriad Sun World, so news often spread very widely, and there were very few truly reclusive cultivators.

At this time, these dozen or so people were all famous masters in the cultivation world.

In the Ten Thousand Laws realm, many people considered them to be giants, but in fact, such masters could become elders in any major sect other than the three holy lands and the Taiyi Gate.

Of course, they were also qualified to come into contact with some truly hidden existences in the major sects.

"The cave of Wuyong Daoist of Qian Mountain was calculated by my Taiyi Gate and bestowed upon our disciples. No matter who you are, don't even think about taking away a single blade of grass or tree!"

Feng Changming's divine sword buzzed behind him, his eyes cold.

"A single blade of grass or tree?"

An Qisheng glanced at him, then stood up.

Rumble~

The moment he stood up, Qian Mountain, which was thousands of feet tall beneath him, buzzed and trembled, and the vast 'grotto-heaven world' was pulled up from the ground along with it.

In an instant, it had already sunk into the star that shone like a golden sun in the starry sky.

The entire grotto-heaven world had been completely refined by him.

The time between the two seemed to be only a moment.

"..."

Lan Shuixian's face twitched. This cave of a great power in Qian Mountain was the 'opportunity' bestowed by the Taiyi Gate when he was promoted to true disciple.

Watching helplessly as things were taken away, even he, who was naturally indifferent, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Looking at the original place again, there was only a huge abyss left. Under the abyss was the corpse of a dark golden Golden-Winged Great Peng that had been dead for who knows how long.

The body of that Great Peng might not have been larger than Peng Sixteen's, but it was extremely restrained. Each feather flickered with a dark golden color, like the most beautiful treasure in the world.

After more than 20,000 years, this Peng of course no longer had any vitality, but the aura of unruliness, coldness, and violence burst forth the moment Qian Mountain disappeared.

After being dead for more than 20,000 years, it still had such power, which showed how terrifying it was when it was alive. It was not only a great demon, but also infinitely close to a Marquis-level great demon!

Among those of the same level, great demons were inherently stronger than human great powers in terms of physique, and this Golden-Winged Great Peng was even a king among demons. Although it was not a Marquis, its physique was probably the strongest under the Marquis!

"That's my ancestor's body!"

In the extreme distance, Peng Sixteen exclaimed, took a step forward, and then his expression changed.

Because at the moment when Qian Mountain disappeared, a starlight hand had already descended, grabbed the body of that Great Peng, and also put it away.

Not even a single hair was left behind.

"Put down my ancestor's body!"

Peng Sixteen let out half a roar, and scarlet blood spurted out of his seven orifices. The boiling blood almost tore apart his crumbling body.

But his half-roar did not seem to attract the attention of others.

Crack~

The starlight hand shattered.

An Qisheng stood in the long sky, his white hair dancing in the wind, and swept over everyone lightly, focusing on Feng Changming: "A single blade of grass or tree, moving it is useless, so not leaving a single hair, what do you think?"

"Extremely arrogant!"

Feng Changming's eyes narrowed, and he was furious. As he stepped forward, the divine sword behind him had already soared into the sky. With a leap, he had already wielded a sea of sword light.

Under the urging of cold killing intent, it crossed thousands of miles in an instant and slashed towards An Qisheng.

The sword light pierced through the sky, extremely sharp. Wherever its edge passed, the void, the starry sky, and everything visible and invisible were cut into two distinct parts.

The stars hanging in the starry sky seemed to be stirred by the sword intent and almost fell down.

The true form he cultivated was also one of the nine great true forms of the Taiyi Gate, named 'Dao Extinguishing Immortal Slaying Sword,' which was the most ferocious killing method among the nine great true forms of the Taiyi Gate!

"Yuan Yang!"

Fa Wumei gave a low shout, and the blood energy around him suddenly appeared gloomy. Layers of ink-like black gas spread out in an instant and turned into a black leather book as large as a mountain.

Laws and principles were interwoven on it, and on the pages of the book, which emitted a faint light, two large characters suddenly moved without wind at an extremely fast speed:

Yuan Yang!

Buzz!

The moment the Three Seven Law Extinguishing Talisman was activated, waves of extremely cold aura surged up.

Amidst the wailing cries like ghosts and wolves, An Qisheng felt an extremely subtle cold aura suddenly emerge from within his body.

Then, like ten torrents, it rushed towards his three souls and seven spirits!

Buzz~

An Qisheng's body moved slightly, seeming somewhat dazed.

"No matter who he is, let's join forces and take him down first!"

Zheng Longqiu shouted coldly, and stepped into the air and howled: "Not a cultivator of my Eastern Continent, how dare you touch the opportunities of my Eastern Continent!"

"Kill!"

The old man stepped into the air and howled, his beard and hair all stretched out, and his blood energy surged like the sea patting the sky. Wherever he passed, the starry sky seemed to burn, and he was fiercely terrible.

As soon as he made a move, he showed no mercy.

The fist seal crossed the sky, like a meteor breaking through the night sky, dragging a terrifying tail flame, and attacked An Qisheng horizontally.

One move caused everything to move. The three great masters launched their attacks at the same time. The ferocity of the killing intent seemed to kill even this starry sky. Only Mo Changfa of the Ten Thousand Laws Building hesitated slightly.

But with ten people all making moves, he could only attack. His method was like the wind, passing fleetingly. Wherever he passed, the starry sky seemed to be frozen.

Visible ice crystals spread inch by inch in the starry sky, seeming to completely freeze the entire starry sky true form!

The four major sects, and a dozen or so masters, all made moves at the same time without any consultation with each other, but there was no slightest influence between them. Instead, like wind blowing on fire, they intensified each other's power.

If they disagreed, they would kill you!

The naked and extremely overbearing will made the wandering cultivators who stayed in the distance feel sympathetic. Throughout the ages, many wandering cultivators had been killed in this way.

Rumble!

In an instant, the four sides were like surging tides. Large swaths of the starry sky were either burned, frozen, or cut open. For a time, the fierceness was almost filling the heaven and earth.

With just one strike, they would kill An Qisheng, who was in a daze.

"Him."

Mo Baobao squeezed Lan Shuixian's palm, feeling a hint of coolness. Was Lan Shuixian's palm actually sweating?

He looked up and saw Lan Shuixian looking serious, staring intently at An Qisheng, who was in the center of all the supernatural attacks and seemed to be in a daze.

Whoosh~

Surrounded by starlight, An Qisheng slowly raised his head, his eyes clear, but where was there a trace of trance?

"Not good!"

Fa Wumei's heart shook. Before he could shout, the huge backlash transmitted from the Three Seven Law Extinguishing Talisman to his body like a tide.

In an instant, he had already spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his body swayed, almost falling from the long sky.

Almost at the same time, surrounded by starlight, An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and gently pinched his five fingers.

Rumble!

With just a gentle pinch, this starry sky changed, and large swaths of frozen starry sky rolled inward, extinguished the burning flames, and covered the sharp and ferocious river of sword energy.

Wrapped in rumbling stars, like the sudden collapse of the sky, it smashed towards a dozen people at the same time.

For a time, starlight was like a waterfall, and stars were like rain!

"Not good!"

Including Zheng Longqiu, the masters of the four major sects all changed color.

They did not dare to try whether the seemingly illusory stars in the starry sky were really illusory. Under such a shocking counterattack, they could only change from offense to defense.

Resisting the rolling starlight.

Only Feng Changming, with his sword light still shining, united man and sword, moved vertically and horizontally in all parts of the starry sky, and all the starlight and dust were completely killed by him.

At the moment when the starry sky was photographed, he still pointed his sword at An Qisheng, his killing intent was even stronger, and his mouth emitted a sword sound:

"Kill!"

"The true form is good."

Faced with this killing of man and sword unity, ripples appeared in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes. This Dao Extinguishing Immortal Slaying Sword had a high intention and a sharpness to cut everything, even he could not help but nod.

"It's a pity..."

But even if the law is high, it is still used by people. An Qisheng's eyes condensed, he turned his palm, and stretched his five fingers forward.

Slapping away!

"What?"

It was clear that they were facing each other, and it was clear that they were colliding and fighting.

Feng Changming only felt his back chill, as if the sky was collapsing behind him, and the whole world was pressing down on him, and the next moment he would be crushed to pieces!

"When?"

While his heart was beating wildly, his divine sword buzzed.

Again spitting out the sword sound, the edge touched, and across a hundred miles, he had already torn the void, inch by inch, and spread to An Qisheng's eyebrows.

In any case, there was no way to retreat!

Only kill!

Closer!

Closer!

Feng Changming's eyes burned.

He could almost see the white-haired young man named Yuan Yang with a slightly appreciative look.

Appreciation?

He was first angry, and then his heart suddenly sank.

The next moment, he only felt a cold wind sharp behind him, and the crisis was coming like a tide.

Whoosh~

Under his mental perception, a white jade-like palm protruded from the void behind him and patted it lightly.

Like Lao Tzu hitting his son, he slapped him on the back of the head!

Letting him drum up the blood energy, the sharp sword energy of a hundred miles around him did not stop him at all, and he was slapped out in one fell swoop!

Bang!

Feng Changming's eyes were angry, and he was red like congestion.

But in a flash, he only felt that the sun was falling from the sky and hitting his head, and instantly his eyes went dark. He did not know anything about personnel.

"Feng Changming!!"

Zheng Longqiu looked back and never thought that Feng Changming, who had refined the 'Dao Extinguishing Immortal Slaying Sword', would fall down like this.

He was stunned by such a light slap in front of him.

But at the same time, his heart suddenly turned cold.

One after another, looming scarlet guillotines were silently hanging over all their heads.

And looking down, they did not know when they had been standing on ancient and mottled daotais.

Under an indescribable sense of horror, Zheng Longqiu's figure could not help but stiffen.

A drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead and fell on the daotai beneath him.

Making a 'pa ta' sound.