Great Dao Ji

A door separates two different worlds.

The walls of the imperial city were so tall that they seemed to be able to hide all prying eyes, but there were no buildings behind the city walls.

There are no pavilions, pavilions or palace steps.

What is left is just a pitch-black empty square with stone monuments erected on it.

The stone monuments are large or small, high or low, some are crowded around, or no one cares about them, they are just dotted here and there, like a formation, and they seem to be just erected at random.

Once you enter, no one will check or monitor you.

An Qisheng took two steps forward and came to a stone tablet. This stone tablet was about thirteen feet high and four feet wide. It had deep formation patterns and various martial arts and techniques were engraved on it. True shape diagram.

Self-conquering the Qi and refining the form, until all the Dharma condenses into the cave.

This is a true form diagram of a high level, but it is engraved on the stone tablet casually.

In front of the stone tablet, a young man sat cross-legged, looking at the stone tablet carefully and murmuring from time to time.

"Heaven and earth are invisible, all things are tangible, transform the invisible into tangible, transform the heaven and earth into one's own body, this is the true form. But why is there a difference in the speed of condensing the same true form diagram, and some people can't condense it at all?"

The young man muttered something while his fingers kept drawing outlines on the ground.

All the buildings in Tianjiao City are covered by formations. Unless the power of the city's formations is destroyed with one blow, not a single plant or tree will be harmed. However, this is not the case with this 'Performance Platform'.

The young man sketched it casually and was able to leave handwritings one by one.

And An Qisheng could sense it even more, and all the thoughts he left behind were recorded in this dark square.

An Qisheng stopped and looked at the young man talking to himself quietly, sketching out that this young man's cultivation level is not high, it is just his true form, and he is not a single cultivation state.

It can only be said that his qualifications are not high, but when he sketches, he is not practicing, but exploring the principles of true form and the speed of condensation of true form.

He didn't know how long he sat there, and he didn't know how many notes he left behind. It seemed like he gained nothing at all.

But he persisted.

"interesting."

An Qisheng walked to the next stone monument without disturbing him.

The height of this stone monument is much higher, and there are more people nearby. However, it is not a true picture, but the names of many spiritual materials, medicinal uses, pharmacology, formulas of elixirs, and the heat required to make elixirs.

"There are countless spiritual herbs in the world, but there are a lot of them with the same medicinal properties. There are not enough recorded in the 'Lingcao Jing', and we need to collect them again."

"Refining medicine with fire is inferior after all. Many major sects have the method of 'qi refining'. You can make tens of millions of elixirs at once by just using your own blood to strip away the impurities in the spiritual grass."

"What are impurities? For this elixir, they are impurities, but for other elixirs, they may not be impurities as well. The principle of elixirs is to take the essence and remove the dross, but we cannot yet determine what the dross is."

"Everything in nature contains spiritual energy. They are all composed of spiritual energy. There is no difference at all. It's just that we can't use it flexibly. I heard that as early as ancient times, sages have discovered the essence of spiritual grass. You can use one spiritual grass to transform into thousands of spiritual beings. Unfortunately, the medicinal power required for the elixir has been lost."

"Thousands of herbs can make thousands of elixirs. This is not enough. The refining of elixirs can be faster. One spiritual grass can refine tens of millions of elixirs. The sages can do it, and so can we."

This stone monument is much lively, with many people discussing with each other, talking to themselves, or leaving notes on their experiences.

Over the thirty million years of the Wanyang Realm, countless magical powers and secrets have been left behind, and naturally there are many incredible and wonderful methods among them.

Be it alchemy, formations, talismans, magic weapons, spiritual treasures, etc., there are countless different refining methods.

Using fire to make elixirs has long been eliminated by time.

The so-called 'qi refining' of elixirs is faster and more effective. An alchemist can refine 100,000 elixirs in one day if there are enough medicinal herbs.

And 'qi refining' is not the best among many refining methods, but those more advanced refining methods are only available in the sect's holy land.

It is considered top secret even in the Holy Land, and even the true disciples of the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm such as Xuanji cannot come into contact with it.

The gap between casual cultivators and the Holy Land is so huge that ordinary people cannot imagine it.

One is still growing hair and drinking blood, while the other is already able to interfere with material changes and can refine most elixirs with only the simplest spiritual herbs.

And the difference between magical weapons, spiritual weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures is not just that they are harder or more powerful.

An Qisheng, who holds two pieces of Marquis Lingbao, knows very well that whether it is a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, it still only involves beating minerals, imprinting inscriptions, and channeling magic power.

As for Lingbao, it is already an intertwining of 'Dharma and Principle'. It can be as large or small as one wishes, and can change reality or reality.

The gap between the two is even greater than the gap between stone tools and nuclear weapons.

Fang Lingsu could only use it to hit people, but that didn't mean he could only hit people.

Under the same heaven and earth, the secular world and the spiritual world, the minor monks and the major monks, the small sect and the large sect's holy land, almost live in two completely different worlds.

Because of this, An Qisheng is not optimistic about Emperor Tianding. The road you have traveled in a thousand years has already been traveled by others.

People may have already walked the road you never imagined.

If you want to win, you can't take the usual path.

An Qisheng still didn't speak. He just walked past the stone monuments one by one, stopping, watching, and listening to the discussions.

This square covers a large area, with stone tablets like a forest, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of them. In addition to the true form map, battle methods, and combat skills, there are more formations, talismans, refining equipment, and alchemy.

This place seems to be all-encompassing, a microcosm of the cultivation world in Dongzhou.

"Mr. Yuan, why haven't you spoken along the way?"

This is a towering stone tablet. In front of the stone tablet, there is only one person, the fourth prince, standing with his hands behind his back, staring at the inscription, and asking softly.

This stone tablet is the tallest and largest, but it does not depict the cultivation method, but many events of governing the country, experience, difficulties, and various solutions.

The most, but the "Tianqing" incident.

"The atmosphere is good."

An Qisheng looked casual.

Along the way, many people did not have anything that made him shine. Whether it was guessing or summarizing, it was not satisfactory.

It was not as good as the true teachings from the holy lands of several major sects and what the elders saw in their "dreams".

"It is impossible for a thousand years to walk the path that people take a million years to walk."

The fourth prince nodded: "But, the road must be walked step by step."

He was also very clear about this. Unfortunately, the holy places of the various sects strictly prohibited the leakage of similar things. All the disciples who went down the mountain had the aura of "king-level spiritual treasures" lingering in their souls.

Even if these disciples betrayed their master, they could not complain at all.

"This road is difficult."

An Qisheng was not optimistic.

The precious experience left by all the heroes and geniuses in the past 30 million years, except for those lost in the long river of time, most of them are in the hands of the sect.

How can it be easy to catch up?

A single individual can surpass the disciples of the sect, but it is extremely difficult to catch up in all aspects.

An Qisheng was very clear about this.

If he did not have the ability to enter dreams, even if he was a genius with a deep foundation, it would not be possible to open up a complete path of cultivation from scratch overnight.

Gu Changfeng opened eight roads, relying on the experience of his predecessors and the Great Evolution Heavenly Communication.

Emperor Tianding didn't have the conditions, so he naturally couldn't do it.

This was not something that could be solved by talent and talent.

"It's difficult, but there's a way."

The fourth prince sighed lightly: "Unfortunately, time doesn't wait for me."

An Qisheng didn't respond, his eyes fell on the "Tianqing" events on the inscription.

'In March of the first year of Tianding, seven independent cultivators fought in the deserted mountains, affecting 136 herbalists. In June of the first year of Tianding, the disciples of the alchemy platform chased the murderer for 80,000 miles. After the battle, the statistics showed that more than 13,420 people died.

At the end of June of the first year of Tianding

July of the first year of Tianding'

Tianding country was not originally called Tianding country. Emperor Tianding succeeded to the throne more than a thousand years ago and changed the country's name to "Tianding", setting the first year of the calendar.

The records on this stone tablet are from the first year of Tianding to the present, 1,212 years.

An Qisheng glanced at it and had counted it.

It records that more than 2 billion people died in the "Tianqing event".

One thousand years, 2 billion people.

This is just a string of numbers, but it is more than just a string of numbers.

"My father used the opening of the Kings' Platform as a condition, used himself as a deterrent to set rules with the sect, and also gathered many scattered cultivators, large and small sects. In recent years, there have been very few such things."

The fourth prince seemed to know what An Qisheng was looking at, and explained casually.

His tone was calm, as if there had been no waves for a long time.

"The fault is not in the cultivators, but in the human heart."

An Qisheng shook his head and sighed.

The Jiufu Realm has been fighting for years, and the war is in full swing, with many casualties. The demons and ghosts in the world are causing trouble, and the people are living in misery.

There are many large sects in the East Continent that suppress the world and hold the kingship. Even if there are frictions between them, there is no war in the secular dynasty.

But there is "Tianqing".

All these things made An Qisheng think a lot in his mind, and it is no wonder that people often say that the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive.

It seems that several major realms cannot get rid of this law, even Xuanxing

The two of them have no nature to talk about for a while.

The fourth prince had something on his mind, and An Qisheng had no intention of asking. He just walked in the stele forest and watched the achievements of Tianding Kingdom over the past thousand years.

There was no amazing discovery that made him shine, but they all had their own value and were useful to him.

Cultivation is all about little by little. What you think, see, think, and gain are all the foundation.

Only with accumulation can you flourish.

In the following days, An Qisheng still did not go to see Emperor Tianding. Every day, he would come to the "Performance Platform" to listen to the discussions and arguments of many cultivators.

Or he would stay in the deserted medicine shop, or deduce the spirit, feel the divine body, tease the chicks, instruct Zhu Dahai, or go into the cave to "whip" Zheng Longqiu and others to practice.

Time flies, but more than a year has passed.

The Platform of the Kings is about to open.

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