Chapter 1 Reshaping Heaven and Earth

Remaking the heavens and changing the sun!

The Investiture of the Gods scroll was like the sky and the sun, illuminating the netherworld and the mortal realm, encompassing all lands, mountains, rivers, and seas.

In the depths of the firmament, the once trembling and about-to-fall brilliant stars dimmed under the divine light, gradually fading away, as if returning to tranquility.

And the divine light erupting from the Investiture of the Gods array chart, still blessed by boundless power, spread towards the depths of the starry sea, slowly and firmly, as if to incorporate the boundless starry sea into the scroll.

A catastrophic disaster that was about to descend vanished into nothingness.

The mortal beings of the world were either ignorant of what had happened, but all the mountain gods, land gods, and river gods of Daqing, Zhong Lu, bowed down deeply at this moment.

Like pilgrims, they offered their admiration.

This bow had nothing to do with the power of神通 (shéntōng, supernatural abilities), but rather to thank them for their grace in saving the world.

"Teacher..."

On the Qingdu Investiture of the Gods platform, Sa Wuling's clothes moved without wind, his expression mournful:

"You once said that if the teacher has something to do, the disciples should take on the responsibility. Why didn't you let the disciple do this..."

He sighed softly.

If possible, he would have soared into the sky to fight alongside his teacher, even to die, but the world was not yet settled.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was only driven out of the four seas and five continents, not truly eliminated.

The Ten Fiends of Imperial Heaven would still be reborn someday in the future. If he died, who would suppress them?

For a moment, Sa Wuling was silent.

Hoo~

On the Investiture of the Gods platform in the Southern Ice Ocean, the old Daoist Lian Sheng sang heartily:

"Misfortune and fortune have no door, only people invite themselves. The retribution of good and evil is like a shadow....... Auspicious people speak good, see good, and do good. One day with three good deeds, heaven will surely send down blessings in three years. Fierce people speak evil, see evil, and do evil. One day with three evil deeds, heaven will surely send down disasters in three years..."

The long song echoed, like singing and weeping.

The old Daoist was in tears, bowing deeply, his sleeves touching the ground:

"The Real Man's功 (gōng, merit) is greater than the sky, and he will surely obtain great merit!"

At this moment, no one in the world was not shaken. Even the Black and White Impermanence could not help but feel a trace of awe in their hearts.

But for the Yuanshen Real Men in the interlayer of the netherworld, this taste was unbearable.

The moment the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was replaced by 'Qi', the first to sense it were naturally these Yuanshen Real Men. Unable to perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, heaven and earth suddenly became a Dharma-ending and spirit-voiding place.

A group of Yuanshen Real Men could not help but change their expressions drastically. Each of them stirred up their mana, urged their magical instruments and treasures, and fled one after another.

In the interlayer between the netherworld and the mortal realm, spiritual energy was also disappearing, slowly and firmly replaced and driven out by that 'Qi'. If they stayed here for a long time, once something went wrong, their lives would be lost!

Of course, more importantly, the 'Scroll of Life and Death Reincarnation' they had been coveting was no longer in the netherworld.

Forcibly entering the netherworld was simply not worth it.

In an instant, all the onlookers scattered like birds and beasts. Even the old monk who was unwilling could only sigh deeply and urge his flat boat to disappear into the gap.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

The air currents blew, and the divine light dimmed.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Investiture of the Gods scroll, which covered the sky and the sun, shrouded everything like the sky, gradually faded as the stars disappeared, until it disappeared into the void.

Unable to trace, unable to grasp, it was as if it had completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

It seemed to be only an extreme amount of time, and the sky above had returned to calm. There was no divine light, no sea of thunder, no white-clothed Daoist, no starry sky divine court, no scroll covering the sky like a sky curtain, and no terrifying pressure that made people palpitate.

Everything seemed to have never happened at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire netherworld was still broken and looked like ruins.

Is he dead??

On the city wall of the netherworld, Xie Qi was stunned and speechless. Even he could not sense the traces of the scroll at this time, but he could vaguely feel that this was just the beginning, and everything had not yet settled.

But in any case, the world-destroying disaster would no longer descend.

For a moment, his heart felt empty.

For more than two thousand years, the only thing he cared about was this world-destroying disaster. He even had the preparation to be buried in the disaster.

At this time, the world-destroying disaster seemed to have been eliminated into nothingness, but he didn't know why his heart felt empty.

He even felt a trace of confusion.

He didn't know where he should go.

"Seventh Brother..."

Black Impermanence took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling in his heart, and said:

"Fu Jun (府君, underworld magistrate) did not misjudge the person..."

Even he had to admit at this moment that An Qisheng was really stronger than them. At least, they had no confidence in surviving this disaster.

Not to mention, calculating the heavens with human calculations, sealing the Heavenly Duke, and forcibly expelling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Yeah...I am not as good as him."

Xie Qi nodded lightly, looking expressionlessly at the yellow dog who was seemingly foolish beside the 'Have Requests, Must Answer' altar:

"Does your master have any words to say?"

Ever since An Qisheng shattered his body, this yellow dog had been foolish and silent, as if he had suffered a great blow, and his spirit was extremely depressed.

"Master..."

Hearing Xie Qi's question, the yellow dog only felt his spirit drifting down from a very, very far place. His dazed eyes moved, adding a bit of vitality:

"Master, Master wants you to ascend..."

This opening was hoarse and low, like a cuckoo crying blood, making people feel sad and黯然 (ànrán, disheartened).

"Ascend?"

Black Impermanence's eyes moved:

"How did Fellow Daoist An say it?"

Even Black Impermanence himself did not realize that the words that An Qisheng might have left behind weighed heavily in his heart.

"Ascend."

The yellow dog lowered his head, drops of tears soaked his fur and dripped down, unable to hide the grief in his heart:

"Master said that after ascension, you may find what you want..."

What we want?

Xie Qi's face was still indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly, and he began to think.

What does he want?

He wants all his brothers to be reborn against death!

Ascension, ascension.......

'After ascension, there is what we want? Is what he said true, or does he want to trick me and Seventh Brother into ascending to avoid conflict with his old disciple...'

Thoughts flashed through Black Impermanence's mind. He never hesitated to think of everyone and everything with the greatest malice.

Even though the power that the Taiji Daoist burst out at the last moment had surpassed destiny, even the former Fu Jun, he did not think that he was truly omniscient.

Throughout the ages, no one has known what will be faced after ascension, so how could he know?

On the contrary, the possibility of tricking them into ascending to avoid threatening his old disciple with white hair and beard was greater.

But there was no possibility of investigating at this time.

He cut off the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes towards the yellow dog also carried a trace of pity:

"Your master is gone. From now on, stay in the netherworld."

"Master, he is not dead!"

The yellow dog suddenly raised his head, and in his tearful eyes, there seemed to be flames burning:

"Master, Master will not die!"

Saying that, the yellow dog spread out his palm, a long strand of hair was tightly clenched in his paw, and the breeze blew, fluttering with it.

A strand of hair...

"Master, Master told me that he will definitely come back..."

The yellow dog looked at the hair in his paw with reddened eyes, and added:

"Master, he will definitely come back, he promised me..."

The yellow dog muttered to himself, his heart gradually firm, Master would not lie to me.

'He just doesn't want you to die...'

Black Impermanence shook his head in his heart.

He was extremely sensitive to death energy, so how could he not see that this yellow dog already had the will to die. If it weren't for this strand of hair carrying his mind, I'm afraid that at the moment An Qisheng shattered his body.

He would have rushed into the sea of ​​thunder to seek death.......

.......

Time seems to be able to smooth everything out.

No matter how stunningly beautiful you are, how peerlessly talented you are, or how much the world respects you, you cannot resist the scouring of the long river of history.

Years flowed, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed.

The earth-shattering battle of the past seemed to have been forgotten by the world with the passage of time.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the wind blows and the clouds flow. There is nothing thrilling, only plain as water.

The sky is blue, the wind is light, and the white clouds float on the river, leisurely and peaceful.

Ooo~

The long whistle sounded through the wilderness.

An armored vehicle sped along the straight or curved track, and the gust of wind it stirred up made the plants on both sides bend down.

In a certain compartment of the armored vehicle, Sa Wuling sat by the window, looking at the rapidly receding plants outside, a trace of melancholy flashed in his heart.

Three hundred years is not a short time.

Tracks have extended to the five continents, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, and even human footprints have spread across the four seas with steel giants.

With the disappearance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the closure of the netherworld, there have been no more妖鬼 (yāoguǐ, demons and ghosts) born in the world, and the population is dozens of times more than three hundred years ago.

Not only in Zhong Lu, but also in the other four continents, human kingdoms have been established with the support of the Qintianjian (钦天监, Imperial Astronomical Observatory).

The world is prosperous and prosperous, like cooking oil over a raging fire.

In the past 100,000 years, there has never been such a grand occasion.

"Teacher, is today's world what you wanted?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard, his eyes were deep and filled with nostalgia.

In the past three hundred years, he has traveled all over the world, once deeply into the end of the Arctic ice sheet, overlooking the aurora at the end of the world, and also to the sea of ​​fire in the West, seeing the land where the sun sets.

He even stepped outside the sky, rode a boat across the starry sky, and walked through the stars one by one.

But even though he has reached the end of Purity, he can step into Tianming (天命, Mandate of Heaven) at any time, enough to compare with his teacher three hundred years ago, he still cannot find his teacher's trace.

It seems that everything has disappeared completely with the disappearance of that Investiture of the Gods scroll.

"We're here! We're here! I see the Celestial Master's Mansion on Taiji Mountain!"

"Ah! Really! I see it too!"

"There are so many, so many people! There are people everywhere on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain!"

At this time, bursts of exclamations came from the carriage, and youthful scholars were趴 (pā, leaning) on the windows and looking into the distance.

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows and looked over.

In the distance, the mountains were majestic, and the palaces on the top of the mountains stretched for dozens of miles. At this moment, there were countless pilgrims on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain.

"Taiji Mountain..."

As Sa Wuling muttered to himself, a long and high-pitched whistle had already cut through the sky, and the armored vehicle had arrived.

The crowd poured out, lively and extraordinary.

Sa Wuling walked behind the crowd, but did not follow the crowd to the Taiji Mountains, but walked out of the crowd and walked on the straight official road.

Today's Liang Province is no longer comparable to what it used to be. After three hundred and ninety years of development, Liang Province has become the most desirable province in Daqing, and even in the minds of many people, it is a more sacred place than Qingzhou, where Qingdu City is located.

Even though it was near dusk at this time and the sun was about to set, this official road could be described as busy with traffic and people. The ten-丈 (zhàng, a unit of length, about 3.3 meters) wide official road seemed a bit crowded.

"A copy of the latest Imperial Gazette? A few days ago, the current emperor, who has been in power for three hundred years, announced his abdication. This Imperial Gazette has the most detailed news."

Many nearby merchants were hawking, and the one that attracted the most attention was the Imperial Gazette waved by a young man who was shouting loudly.

"Hmm?"

Sa Wuling bought a copy and read it as he walked. What it said was indeed about the emperor's abdication, and it also wrote a lot about this former emperor.

It said that he returned power to the people and perfectly inherited the will of the former emperor, without hereditary succession.

"I forgot..."

Sa Wuling couldn't help but smile dumbly.

He was eager to find his teacher's trace, but he forgot about Wang E. Now that he thought about it, didn't this violent man like thunder and fire have been the emperor for three hundred years?

But he didn't care too much and put away the Imperial Gazette casually.

At this time, the sun had completely set, darkness had descended, and this place was far away from the prosperous area, but there were no pedestrians.

The newly rising silver moon sprinkled moonlight like water, covering this somewhat old mass burial mound, making it appear particularly desolate.

Vaguely, one could still see the extremely dilapidated Yizhuang (义庄,charitable mortuary) in the mass burial mound.

Seeing this Yizhuang again, even with Sa Wuling's state of mind, he felt a little bitter.

This was where he met his teacher.

He had a hunch that if he couldn't find his teacher's trace here, then he would have no chance to see his teacher again in his entire life.

Whoosh~

Sa Wuling stepped out and had already entered the ruins of the Yizhuang.

Three hundred years have passed, and the Yizhuang, which had been in disrepair for a long time, had already collapsed. Everything inside had rotted away. The only wooden house was also crumbling in the night wind.

It seemed that it would collapse in the next moment, but it had a kind of immovable meaning.

Ooo~

There seemed to be a ghost-like wail between the broken walls.

"Old dog."

Sa Wuling's eyes were gentle and he called out softly.

The 'ooo' sound was not the sound of a ghost crying, but the yellow dog was匍匐 (púfú, prostrate) in the ruins, whimpering softly.

After three hundred years of wind and rain, the reason why the wooden house did not fall was naturally not because it was so strong, but because the yellow dog was always趴 (pā, lying prone) in the wooden house.

The yellow dog匍匐 (púfú, prostrate) in the dust, and between his curled body, one could vaguely see a strand of hair fluttering in the wind.

"Old man Sa..."

The yellow dog didn't raise his head and replied weakly:

"Call me Gou Huang (苟皇, Dog Emperor), this is the name Master gave me..."

Buzz~

At this time, a soft humming sound rang out.

The yellow dog suddenly jumped up, just wanted to shout, but did not know what he thought of, and became cautious again.

He only saw that the strand of hair that was originally inserted into the ground seemed to sense something, or seemed to have accumulated enough, and suddenly a trace of shimmering light appeared.

Then, the light divided into two, and submerged into the bodies of one person and one dog.

Whoosh~

Sa Wuling's clothes moved without wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in a trance, there seemed to be a familiar voice flowing into his heart from nothingness.

It seemed to be a moment, and it seemed to be a long time.

Sa Wuling slowly opened his eyes, and saw the yellow dog, who was energetic and swept away from his previous weak posture, leaping into the sky, making a high-pitched and long howl to the moon:

"Awoo~~~"

With a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, Sa Wuling lowered his eyes, as if muttering to himself, as if in doubt:

"Zhu Shang..."