Snap!
Five fingers clasped the dragon's head!
Ao Wushou's gaping maw, poised to spew forth, was abruptly sealed shut, and streams of black gas, thick as beams, shot from his nose, eyes, and ears.
In an instant, a layer of scarlet dyed his eyes.
Immense power clashed, the dragon writhed in fury.
Ao Wushou felt extreme rage in his heart, a violent fury, but no matter how he exerted himself, how enraged he became, he was still suppressed by that gigantic palm.
He was forcibly slammed into the domain gate.
Boom!
Then, the two palms closed, and the five fingers pressed down. As the five-colored divine light flowed around and around, it wrapped the domain gate layer upon layer, like chains.
"Ah!!!"
Amidst the earth-shattering roar from within the domain gate, the giant palm dissipated, and the domain gate vanished.
The air currents spanning hundreds of miles surged back, stirring up gusts of wind, which then disappeared.
The numerous cultivators looked around, but could not find An Qisheng's shadow anywhere. The aura was calm, the great formation stable, and in the blink of an eye, everything was as peaceful as if nothing had happened.
"Yuanyang Daoist..."
Several cave heaven great experts maintaining the great formation were drenched in cold sweat. This name instantly rose to the extreme in their hearts.
This battle was enough to shake the heavens and earth.
A powerful force, not inferior to the top ten sects, was almost uprooted.
Without the domain gate, without the Butian Pavilion Master, a vacuum-shattering expert, and the other cave heaven great experts, the Butian Pavilion existed in name only.
Even the reinforcements were slapped back one after another. The Butian Pavilion's foundation in Dongzhou was almost destroyed.
The Butian Pavilion had made so many enemies. Normally, no one dared to provoke it because it was backed by the Butian Pavilion in Zhongzhou. Now, the domain gate was sealed.
Unless the three holy lands lent out their domain gates, even vacuum-shattering experts from the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion would need hundreds of years to cross several continents.
"This, this Bai Yujing..."
The several cave heaven experts exchanged glances, all seeing the desire in each other's eyes.
Bai Yujing was undoubtedly the Butian Pavilion's largest base, a majestic city spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, where the transactions of one-tenth of the cultivators in Dongzhou took place.
One could imagine how enormous a treasure trove it was.
"I'm afraid we can't protect it."
Duan Sanlang shook his head, the first to break free from the immense temptation.
The entrance fees to Bai Yujing each day were already more than the lifetime savings of their sects. Even though they had all condensed their cave heavens, they could not swallow such a huge profit.
To force it would be to court death.
"Yes, ah."
The others also thought of this, sighing regretfully.
They were guest elders recruited by the Butian Pavilion from nearby small sects, and they knew best how terrifying Bai Yujing was. It was an inexhaustible treasure trove.
With this city as a foundation, one could build a foundation not inferior to the top ten sects.
No one was unmoved.
Whoosh~
A gust of wind blew past, carrying a rich, bloody scent.
Duan Sanlang took a deep breath, his eyes moving:
"It's not like there's no way..."
"Hmm? What are you saying, Brother Duan?"
The others followed Duan Sanlang's gaze, which was fixed on the place where the Yuanyang Daoist had been.
"This Yuanyang Daoist left in a hurry. Although he took away a few marquis-sealing spiritual treasures, there are still many treasures and elixirs left in the Butian Pavilion..."
Duan Sanlang swept his gaze over the others and said in a low voice, "If we collect some of the old man's spoils and offer them up, perhaps we can gain his protection..."
Having personally witnessed that man suppress the three Grandmasters, single-handedly suppress the domain gate, and suppress the many experts of the Butian Pavilion with a flick of his finger.
No one would think he was not qualified to possess this Bai Yujing.
"This..."
The cave heaven experts exchanged glances, all feeling their hearts pounding.
"However, Bai Yujing is not something we can swallow. Of the city's revenue, ten percent will be used to maintain the city's facilities, and eighty percent will need to be offered to the old man..."
The more Duan Sanlang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and the more excited he became:
"Even that ten percent is amazing."
The others naturally had no objections. Originally, seventy percent of the Butian Pavilion's revenue was handed over to the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion. They would be more than satisfied to receive ten percent.
"Brother Duan, what do you think we should do?"
Immediately, the others rubbed their hands together, eager to try. Although they were guest elders of the Butian Pavilion, they had no feelings for it.
"You can first collect the Butian Pavilion's treasures and resources, and clear out the remnants of the Butian Pavilion..."
Duan Sanlang's eyes shone:
"Before that, we must first build a statue of the Yuanyang Daoist to determine the ownership of this city, to prevent other major sects from coming to snatch it..."
"Wonderful!"
"Brother Duan is truly intelligent and insightful, we are inferior!"
"Then let's do it!"
......
There were millions of cultivators in Bai Yujing. Even though most of them were rogue cultivators, many major sects, and even holy lands, had strongholds here.
Before the great battle had even ended, streams of information had already been transmitted through various channels to many major sects at speeds beyond the imagination of mortals.
Buzz~
Divine light pierced the void, streaking across hundreds of miles in an instant, before disappearing into the void.
Crossing mountains and rivers, it landed in the 'Nether Moon Holy Mountain'.
The Nether Moon Holy Mountain hung high above the firmament, surrounded by immortal light, like a celestial paradise. The divine light streaked in, like a mud ox entering the sea.
Halfway up the Holy Mountain, on a white jade slab where a clear spring flowed, Qi Shenyu, as handsome as a god, raised his eyebrows as if sensing something.
The divine light flashed in his eyes.
It revealed the scenes of contention above Bai Yujing.
Yuanyang Daoist... a giant hand that blotted out the sky... suppressing three giants... the birth of a domain gate, a dragon's roar, the sealing of the domain gate... even the whispers of the few people maintaining the great formation.
All of it was captured by him.
"Is this a sign of the coming great era..."
Qi Shenyu slowly exhaled, and the elixir qi that permeated the Holy Mountain poured into his body like swallows returning to their nests.
Maintaining the flawlessness of his mind and body.
In less than four years, a junior who had appeared out of nowhere and had not been taken seriously had grown to such an extent.
Even looking back at the past thirty million years, only a handful of people on this land of Dongzhou had achieved such an astonishing record.
And those few were all great beings who could reach the heavens and the earth.
Apart from those who died young, all of them had achieved celestial accomplishments, becoming kings, and even embarking on the path of the supreme.
These were legends, myths.
Seeing it with his own eyes, experiencing it personally, even Qi Shenyu's mind, which had been cultivated for two thousand years, could not help but ripple.
This was a sign of the coming great era.
Whoosh!
Sensing the fluctuation of his mind, a pitch-black figure emerged from behind him again, as ubiquitous as a shadow:
"Great Elder, that man has truly come into his own."
Qi Shenyu's expression was serene as he spoke softly, "Mo Ying, what do you think of this person?"
"This person..."
Mo Ying pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Reckless and fearless."
"Recklessness must be based on something. Observing the Yuanyang Daoist's actions, they are methodical. This time, he took the initiative to fight against the Butian Pavilion, probably to show us."
Mo Ying weighed his words and summarized his views.
Almost everyone in the Nether Moon Holy Land knew about the Yuanyang Daoist's various pieces of information. As Qi Shenyu's shadow, he naturally could not be ignorant.
And looking at what that person had done since he appeared out of nowhere, he was one of the rare few in the world who was reckless.
However, even a madman or a delusional person who dared to be reckless must have a great reliance, not to mention the Yuanyang Daoist, who must be a top figure in Dongzhou, whether in terms of talent or ability.
But what was his reliance?
"Unfortunately, the Holy Master has not yet emerged from seclusion, otherwise, with the Nether Moon's ability to see through the roots of this person, everything would be easily solved."
Qi Shenyu shook his head slightly, feeling a bit regretful:
"Now, there will be some excitement to watch. The lunatics of the Butian Pavilion are not easy to provoke..."
The Butian Pavilion had a special status in Dongzhou.
It was not as good as the three holy lands or the top ten sects, but its status was not much worse, and it was even more feared by other sects and even holy lands.
This was naturally not without reason.
"But, in this era, there are only a few Guiyi experts. The Butian Pavilion does not seem to have such a person..."
Mo Ying was a little puzzled:
"Even if they come through other domain gates, they may not be able to do anything to that Yuanyang Daoist."
After suppressing three Grandmaster-level figures in one battle, there was no doubt that the Yuanyang Daoist had become the number one person in Dongzhou after the Celestial Cauldron Emperor.
Once, the Grandmasters of the top ten sects joined forces, and there was also the revival of marquis-sealing spiritual treasures, and the Gate of All Wonders suppressed the Platform of Kings.
But in the end, the Celestial Cauldron Emperor was still able to counter-kill the Grandmaster of the Refining Platform!
Such an existence was almost invincible among his peers. Even if the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion was stronger, could it be stronger than the Grandmasters of the top ten sects joining hands?
"Divine weapons and spiritual treasures are only used to protect the Dao of inheritance. The true foundation of the holy lands is something that outsiders cannot guess..."
Qi Shenyu slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples in the depths of his pupils:
"Any holy land has been tempered by a long period of time, inherited from ancient times. The present era does not represent anything..."
"You mean?"
Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and his heart trembled slightly. This was a secret he had never touched before.
It seemed that the Yuanyang Daoist had made even the Great Elder feel a sense of crisis.
"With millions of years of inheritance, the foundation of the holy lands, how can it be easily surpassed by one person or one generation?"
Qi Shenyu's mind and body returned to silence, and his voice was calm:
"He is the number one in one era, but my holy land has the number one in ten thousand eras..."
.......
He had come in a hurry to pursue, crossing one million two hundred thousand miles.
When leaving, An Qisheng was not in a hurry. After leaving Bai Yujing, he walked unhurriedly.
"Flying for too long makes one forget what it's like to have one's feet on the ground."
An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back on the deck, as the ship sailed downstream.
Looking far away, he saw the great river rolling eastward, with waves surging.
It was like the endless river of time, where no matter how talented one was, one was only a wave that flashed and disappeared in this rolling river.
"If you can fly, why walk?"
The Three-Hearted Azure Spirit Child sat on An Qisheng's shoulder, its little legs constantly dangling: "Flying isn't faster?"
"The Great Dao is not only in the sky, but also on the earth."
An Qisheng held three Qiankun spiritual rings, which were the rings of the Butian Pavilion Master and the other two. They contained a large number of treasures and elixirs.
But in his heart, these many elixirs and treasures seemed to be less precious than the ordinary river in front of him.
"Mr. Monster, your human way of speaking is too difficult to understand."
The Three-Hearted Azure Spirit Child shook its head, really not used to this way of speaking: "Why be so circuitous when you can summarize it with the simplest words?"
In fact, it believed that language was only secondary. The exchange of information through the mouth and tongue was an extremely low-level way.
"Language is the transmission of the soul. The soul cannot directly face others, so there must always be some room for maneuver, just like how I am immune to heat and cold, but still wear clothes."
An Qisheng glanced at this blue-skinned little monster.
Information lifeforms naturally did not have the concept of wearing clothes. Fortunately, they did not have the division of male and female.
"Don't understand."
The Three-Hearted Azure Spirit Child did not want to delve into human psychology, shook its head, and turned into a stream of light, re-entering An Qisheng's body.
Those many spiritual imprints were the greatest attraction to it.
Information was food, and it was also the resource for its advancement. It had not been in this world for long, but it already felt like it was about to advance.
Whoosh~
In the humid breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, his five hearts facing the sky, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Digesting the gains and losses of this battle.
In the past, whenever there were major events or unforgettable experiences, he would record them in a book, and then take them out and carefully ponder them after his state of mind changed.
Now, he naturally did not need a 'notebook', but after each event, he would summarize the gains and losses, the good and the bad.
If this was the cause, what kind of effect would it produce?
If this was the effect, what was the cause?
This seemingly tedious and meaningless thing ran through An Qisheng's past and present lives, and his dreams in various worlds.
......
In the Qian Mountain Cave Heaven, Feng Shiduo was talking with several cave heaven experts from the Butian Pavilion. With the starlight whip in hand, the conversation was always advantageous.
On the edge of Qian Mountain, three more abysses had appeared, and starlight, as substantial as it could be, gathered here, suppressing the constantly struggling Butian Pavilion Master and Lingtian Sect Master.
Qian Shisi and the old man sat opposite each other, silent. Qian Shisi's expression was calm, but the old man's face was filled with shame and unwillingness.
It seemed that for a while, he didn't know what to say.
"Yuanyang Daoist!"
The Lingtian Sect Master's eyes dripped blood, and a fire of rage burned on top of his head like a tangible substance, as if it wanted to burn the heavens and the earth.
Under the extremely powerful suppression, no matter how he struggled, it seemed difficult even to stand up.
The same was true for the Butian Pavilion Master.
The Butian Pavilion Master was even more miserable than him, his clothes were tattered, and blood was seeping from his seven orifices. The more he struggled, the more violently he was suppressed.
"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to struggle. In this starlight river, you and I will become the shackles that bind each other. The more you struggle, the stronger the suppression you will endure."
Finally, Qian Shisi spoke.
As soon as he spoke, the Lingtian Sect Master and the other only stopped struggling with ugly faces amidst the earth-shaking tremors.
In this battle, the injuries of several people were not too severe, but being suppressed in this way was unacceptable.
"Fellow Daoist Qian, you seem to know quite a bit."
The Lingtian Sect Master's face was green, his eyes filled with fire, and his tone was bad.
Buzz~
Just as Qian Shisi was about to speak, his heart suddenly stirred.
He raised his eyebrows to look, only to see that the firmament was as blood-red as crimson.
Thousands of tiny blood lights burst forth from an ancient altar that seemed to have experienced many years of weathering in front of a reclining ox stone on the Qian Mountain peak.
Faintly, it seemed that whispers were resounding in the cave heaven.