Chapter 1 Swallowing Qi

Hu~

Xi~

Within the faint, drawn-out breaths, the entire room's lingering dan qi (elixir energy) was wholly swallowed by An Qisheng. It transformed into a round, tiny pill between his incessantly churning organs.

He slowly stretched his muscles, emitting cracking sounds as vigorous and full-bodied blood qi flowed through him, nourishing his flesh and organs, and altering his bone marrow.

Every minute change in his flesh, skin, bone marrow, and organs combined to create a massive, almost bone-revising transformation.

Hu~

He lightly pinched his fingers, and the air flowed like water from his fingertips, rippling outwards in layers.

As the ripples spread, the dust floating in the air was shattered into even finer particles.

This was a technique that even a Xuan Xing Gang Jin (Mystic Star Astral Force) master might not be able to achieve, representing a tremendous transformation in physical strength.

An Qisheng's eyes were bright, devoid of any turbidity, his spirit shining like a morning star:

"It is done."

This little bit of dan qi could transform ordinary people, but it was far from enough to condense a true form.

But for him, it was sufficient.

There had never been a genius who needed to consume more resources. The more one understood cultivation, the more talented one was, the more one could obtain greater achievements with fewer resources.

Not only did they absorb faster and more, but they also needed less and gained more.

This was what could be considered a true prodigy.

How could pure resource accumulation, requiring ten or a hundred times more resources than ordinary people, be considered a prodigy?

An Qisheng certainly didn't think of himself as a prodigy, but having experienced numerous realms and with his Dao foundation already established, he was far beyond the so-called prodigies in the ordinary sense.

Unfortunately, this body was created from a wisp of life force infused with his divine intent, like burning ninety-nine percent of his lifespan. The deficit could not be made up by this little bit of dan qi.

But even so, anyone could see his transformation at a glance.

As the dan qi in the room dissipated, Yuan Duxiu also came back to his senses:

"You, you, have you condensed your true form?"

He still couldn't quite believe it.

He had been immersed in medicinal solutions since childhood, with specialists massaging his muscles and bones daily. He had started learning the 'Twelve Dragon Fists' from the time he could remember, and only condensed his true form at the age of seventeen.

And this was considered first-class in Ding Tian City, only inferior to those prodigies 'born with unusual phenomena'.

But even those with unparalleled talent like Lan Shuixian, Lin Yanlong, and Wu Erlang had only condensed their true forms after the age of three, yet his little brother…

Without anyone to guide him, without any inheritance, not only was he an orphan, but he was also premature, yet he had condensed his true form in just thirty-one days?!

"Just a beginning."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath. The air flowed out of the window paper, turning into a cloud of white smoke in the courtyard that exploded, mistily enveloping the entire yard.

When he looked up again, his face was smooth and warm, every pore tightly closed.

If it weren't for his white hair and eyebrows, he would have looked like a normal child.

Every world's system had its unique qualities. The system of the Ten Thousand Suns Realm, passed down for millions of years, was indeed perfect to an extreme.

In terms of physique alone, An Qisheng could not change it.

The transformation of condensing a true form was from the inside out, involving all aspects. Once achieved, both physical strength and lifespan would increase.

Its significance was no less than the Xuan Xing's Embracing the Dan, the Jiu Fu's Blood Exchange, or the Human Realm's 'Receiving the Talisman'.

Moreover, it was broader, ranging from the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to the strength of twelve dragons, and everything in between.

The disparity in strength between true forms was perhaps greater than the gap between a Xuan Xing Seeing God and an ordinary person.

In the Ten Thousand Suns Realm, this step could be considered true cultivation.

"To condense it completely, it will not be a matter of a day or two."

An Qisheng glanced at Yuan Duxiu.

After a day and night of dan qi nourishment, his injuries had also improved, but the changes were negligible compared to his own.

"You are not just cultivating one realm."

Yuan Duxiu shook his head.

He could see that the Stellar River form that his little brother was condensing had extremely high aspirations, a grand form, and an extremely high upper limit.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago, the path of cultivation in the Ten Thousand Suns Realm only had the True Form realm. Reaching the peak of that one realm made one a great power, a king, or even a Heavenly Lord who suppressed the universe.

However, cultivating only one realm was too difficult, consumed more resources, and was slower. Only the most outstanding could do it.

Therefore, over tens of millions of years, it had expanded to nine realms on the basis of the True Form.

Now, it had expanded from nine realms to eleven realms (the Breath Regulation before True Form and the Outer Scenery before Spiritual Appearance were just transitions, so they were generally called nine realms).

"Of course I won't cultivate just one realm."

An Qisheng nodded.

The nine realms of the Ten Thousand Suns Realm represented tens of millions of years of martial arts evolution. Behind every transformation were the legends of countless prodigies and heroes. Wouldn't cultivating only one realm be a waste?

He had entered this realm in a dream, to condense his most perfect body flower. Naturally, he would cultivate all nine realms, and each realm would be cultivated to its peak, to perfection.

But there was no need to say this specifically.

"That's good."

Yuan Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was truly afraid that his little brother would insist on cultivating only one realm.

One realm could also be called king, but every realm was the essence pioneered by countless prodigies and heroes.

In ancient times, supreme beings cultivated only one realm because there was only one realm.

But now that there were nine realms, and one still insisted on cultivating only one, it would be too foolish.

The two exchanged a few words, mostly An Qisheng speaking and Yuan Duxiu listening.

The 'Twelve Dragon Fists' that Yuan Duxiu originally cultivated were not very profound. An Qisheng estimated that the person who created that fist technique, even if they turned a somersault in their fist technique attainments, wouldn't be able to touch his heels.

However, some of the principles within were common to other realms, so they could not be completely abandoned.

Especially since Yuan Duxiu had more than twenty years of attainments in this fist technique.

Therefore, An Qisheng, based on the principles of the Twelve Dragon Fists, performed the 'Da Yi Great Evolution Heavenly Penetration'.

Hu~

Yuan Duxiu sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, only feeling a slight coolness between his eyebrows, where An Qisheng's finger was touching him.

'Great Evolution Heavenly Penetration.'

An Qisheng murmured to himself, using the Da Yi Heavenly Penetration for the first time on someone else.

He had only used this divine ability once, to deduce the coordinates of the world, and the effect was immediate. The coordinates of the six universes were calculated in a few moments.

Previously, his body was deficient and weak, unable to bear the large fluctuations of divine intent. Now that the true form was initially condensed, his body had undergone a transformation.

He could try it.

Buzz~

Yuan Duxiu's heart trembled slightly. He felt a ray of light suddenly burst forth in the void of his heart-sea.

This ray of light was not very strong, but as it streaked across the dim sea of his heart, it was so dazzling that he could not look directly at it, as if it were the first light since the creation of the universe.

The darkness of eternity had ended.

Roar~

Then, a shocking dragon roar resounded, causing Yuan Duxiu's pores to open and his scalp to tingle.

At the moment that golden light burst forth, it evolved into a majestic divine dragon with scales, armor, claws, and teeth, streaking across his heart-sea.

The dragon's majesty, spirit, and soaring aura intoxicated Yuan Duxiu's heart and mind for a moment.

He felt that this was a true dragon in the true sense!

And this was just the beginning.

Roar~

Roar~

Roar~

Dragon roars rose and fell one after another, bursting forth from the void.

Divine dragons stretched across the sea of his heart, some lurking in the abyss, some leaping into the sky, some riding the changes of the four seasons, some controlling the movements of wind and clouds…

The dragon had a hundred forms, and also a hundred kinds of majesty.

At this moment, the various forms of the dragon seemed to appear in the sea of his heart at the same time.

Then, ten thousand dragons roared, transforming into a dazzling sun on the sea of his heart as they intertwined.

Great Sun Myriad Dragon Fist!

In a trance, strands of essence filled his heart, telling of ten thousand changes in the path of fists, as if an ancient supreme Sage Emperor was preaching, causing Yuan Duxiu's heart and mind to tremble.

'Could my little brother be an ancient Sage Emperor or Heavenly Lord?'

When he opened his eyes again, Yuan Duxiu's gaze towards An Qisheng had changed greatly once more.

If it weren't for the fact that in the three thousand years of history, there had never been a similar flower, and the ancient Sage Emperors, Supreme Beings, and Heavenly Emperors had never reappeared, he would have almost thought that the little brother in front of him was a reincarnation of an ancient Supreme Being.

But even so, a trace of awe inevitably flashed in his heart.

Such a fist technique…

"This Great Sun Myriad Dragon Fist is just a prototype. How to perfect it depends on you."

An Qisheng said, taking out more than a hundred 'True Form Pills' from the wooden box and throwing them to Yuan Duxiu, then putting all the wooden boxes into his Qiankun bag (Cosmos Sack).

He did not use the Da Yi Heavenly Penetration to deduce this fist technique to its peak.

One was that he knew very little about the techniques of this realm, two was that deducing techniques consumed more Dao power, and three, an overly perfect technique was also a kind of suppression of the person themselves.

A perfect and flawless technique was enough to cover up all of a person's spiritual light.

Hu~

His body was slightly larger, and he could barely sit with his legs crossed.

Without paying attention to Yuan Duxiu's reveries, he closed his eyes.

"Hu~"

As An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child appeared in his field of vision, jumping and swimming among the numerous spiritual imprints.

These were the many imprints he had taken from the various magical items and divine weapons of the Different Treasure Pavilion.

They contained the things most deeply impressed upon the original owners of the magical items and divine weapons.

The martial arts cultivation of the Ten Thousand Suns Realm had been deduced to a peak. Whether magical items or divine weapons, they were more similar to the 'Heavenly Human Divine Weapons' of the Jiu Fu Realm, an interweaving of Dao and principle.

Ninety percent of these magical items and divine weapons were various kinds of knives, spears, clubs, and sticks, with only a few being in the shape of seals and small tripods.

"The things contained in these information clusters are even more than before."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child emitted a pleasant moan.

"Summarize, classify, and filter out the essence to pass on to me."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes.

The various cultivators of the Ten Thousand Suns Realm were crowned with their physiques. Strong physiques, to some extent, isolated the outflow of spirit, making the collection of spiritual imprints more difficult than in the Human Realm.

But he was not surprised. After all, Great Thousand Dream Entry was only a divine ability. He had not thought of relying on a single divine ability to traverse the heavens and myriad realms.

.......

Ding Tian City stretched three thousand miles east to west and five thousand miles north to south, like an ancient divine beast lying prostrate on the wilderness, surrounded by nine great rivers including the Lai Long River.

This was the capital city of the Ding Tian Prefecture and one of the nine hundred royal cities with the longest history in the Eastern Continent.

And the Tian Ding Kingdom was also the only dynasty in the Eastern Continent with two royal cities, Ding Tian City, also known as the Western Capital.

With a large population and endless prosperity.

Although it was only early morning, it was already bustling with noise. The clamor of millions of people awakened the giant city that had been sleeping all night.

And the Yan Shui Pavilion on the edge of the southern city was just about to close and rest.

"Master Yu~"

A sweet, drawn-out female voice, along with a knock on the door, woke up Yu Qianshan, who had lingered in the world of rouge and powder all night:

"The sun is high in the sky, it's time for you to get up. That master has been waiting for you outside the door all night."

"Let him wait."

Yu Qianshan stretched lazily, surrounded by jade arms and legs: "Just a dog of the Lin family, let him wait ten or a hundred nights, what can he do?"

As he got up, seven or eight women, regardless of their sore bodies as if they had been ravaged by an elephant all night, dressed the man.

Gray close-fitting suit, long boots, a straw hat, pieced together a lazy-faced, slender and sturdy man.

"Master, take care."

Several women, scantily clad, could not hide the sleepiness on their delicate faces.

"Who said I was leaving?"

Yu Qianshan sat down at the table and tapped lightly: "Sang'er, what's wrong? Even a table of wine and dishes are being saved?"

"How dare I, how dare I?"

A charming middle-aged woman pushed open the door and entered, smiling ingratiatingly: "It's just that Master Lin the Second, we can't afford to offend him, can we? Tomorrow, even if you want ten or eight tables, we have them, we'll send them."

As she spoke, she signaled the women in the room to leave.

The women were relieved and hurriedly walked out of the room. Only a beautiful girl who looked seven parts similar to the middle-aged woman walked the slowest, limping.

"Alas, time urges people to grow old."

Yu Qianshan shook his head slightly, looking at the woman with a bit of emotion: "Forty years ago when I came here, your mother was only sixteen or seventeen, now, you're not young either…"

"You won't grow old."

Looking at Yu Qianshan, who was as heroic as he was forty years ago, without any traces of time, the middle-aged woman had a complex expression on her face.

Even in this world, not everyone can cultivate martial arts. Their three or four generations have worked in this Yan Shui Pavilion for nearly sixty years, just to allow their descendants to embark on that path, right?

"Even the ancient Sage Emperors will grow old and die, let alone me, Yu Qianshan?"

Yu Qianshan shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, for the sake of your grandparents serving me for these forty years, let the little dog of the Lin family come in."

"Master Yu's great kindness."

The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated.

After a while, Lin Gou, with a pale face, walked into the room: "Lin Gou greets Master Yu, many years no see, you are still as radiant as ever."

Faced with flattery, Yu Qianshan impatiently flicked his fingers:

"Speak, or fart!"

Lin Gou lowered his head, hiding the anger in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Reporting to Master Yu, in Blue Water City, there is a fat sheep."

"Oh?"

Yu Qianshan took off his straw hat and glanced: "How fat?"

"One-tenth of it is enough for you to enjoy yourself in this Yan Shui Pavilion for five hundred years."

Yu Qianshan narrowed his eyes:

"Is that so?"