Great Dao Ji

Having witnessed the whole battle, the demon god saw that the information from the Eternal Life Gate was wrong, and he no longer had the intention to target An Qisheng.

He finally stared at the Huangji Continent, took a step, and disappeared into the starry sky.

The white wolf shook his hair and followed.

The two disappeared one after the other, and never cared about the life and death of the Great Ape Marquis.

Although the last ray of divine light dissipated, the front of Dashi Mountain returned to peace again.

"After being suppressed for so many years, you finally see the time. You masters may have a lot of feelings at this moment."

Fang Yingqiu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the slowly moving Wanlong Boat, and could vaguely see Qian Shisi standing on the building boat with a complicated expression.

He sighed slightly: "The rise of Wanfa Tower is already unstoppable."

Among the ten major sects in Dongzhou, the Ether Sect is the strongest, followed by Wanfa Tower. Both have supreme treasures, and heroes have emerged from generation to generation, with the potential to threaten the Holy Land.

In the past, the three major holy places, including the Great Beginning Holy Land, also suppressed these two families. In the open and in the covert, there was already a tense situation.

Now, the rise of Wanfa Tower is even stronger. The true form of Taiyin Yuegui and the holy body of the sun and the sun coexist. If it were normal times, I'm afraid they would have taken action long ago.

Unfortunately, Dongzhou is no longer the world of the three major holy places.

Although it has not been announced to the world, let alone established a sect, it is already the uncrowned king. Under such circumstances, no one dares to suppress Wanfa Tower.

"Maybe it's the shadow of Wanfa Tianzun. The inheritance of Wanfa is also the great way of heaven and earth. If it weren't for some reasons, I'm afraid Wanfa Tower would have been the fourth largest holy place in Dongzhou."

The old man in Xuanfu sighed softly, but he also accepted the reality: "It's no surprise that it has achieved success now."

The cultivators who have endured the most suppression from heaven and earth also know best how to resist external pressure and how to change their attitudes.

Young people who have just started practicing may still have the idea of ​​being the only one who is superior to others, but the old immortals who have practiced for thousands of years have already reconciled with themselves and the world.

"Maybe there will be waves. Although there are people coming from Mingyue Litian this time, the two elders Qi Shenyu and Mu Fenghua, who are in charge of Mingyue and Litian's secular affairs, did not come."

Fang Yingqiu stopped talking halfway, but did not say more. He just ordered to bring the gifts presented by the masters of various sects and clans together with the details.

He took them in his own hands and climbed up to the Suspended Heavenly Palace.

The Suspended Heavenly Palace was once the center of the Great Beginning Holy Land, but now, there are only a few people who can pass through and dare to climb up to the Suspended Heavenly Palace.

There was silence above the Suspended Heavenly Palace. The divine light and the rosy clouds that had been lingering before had dissipated, and instead, there was a heavy and lingering atmosphere.

This is the aura left by An Qisheng's preaching. It is still as real as a half month later. It can be predicted that it will not dissipate even after a few months or years.

An Qisheng's preaching lasted for seven days and ended peacefully. The masters of various races also dispersed peacefully. Not to mention friction, there was no quarrel.

Da Da Da~

Fang Yingqiu stepped on the ground, making a sound, and walked towards the hall slowly.

"Since you are here, you might as well come in directly."

When he arrived at the door of the hall, the door suddenly opened. In the middle of the magnificent and empty hall, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the futon with a calm and peaceful expression:

"A few spiritual materials, why do you need to deliver them in person?"

"This batch of spiritual materials is very large, and Wanfa Building accounts for 90% of them. There are many precious spiritual materials you need. It's a bit uneasy to put them anywhere, so I have to deliver them in person."

Fang Yingqiu presented the Qiankun Ling Ring, and with a slight glance, he saw the Empress of Zhongzhou sitting on a chair not far away.

After the sermon, Chu Mengyao was the only one who did not leave, the other one was Qi Cang.

"In that case, I will not bother you any more."

Fang Yingqiu glanced at An Qisheng and was about to leave.

He knew that the Yuanyang King was not very old, so even if he wanted to find a Taoist partner, it was not too much.

Although the Zhongzhou Queen had a very fierce temper, she might be a good match for the Yuanyang King?

He was thinking about it and was about to leave.

An Qisheng waved his hand: "Everything is impossible. Since you are here, you might as well sit down and talk."

His tone was flat, and Fang Yingqiu was a little curious, so he sat down.

"You have been preaching for several days, but you have never clearly stated your method of breaking the king. Do you dare to say that everything is impossible?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu and stood up to ask.

Her words were very sharp.

Except for those who had ulterior motives, most of the people who came this time came for the "method of breaking the king".

As the world changes, there are many outdated places in the past inheritance.

And cultivation cannot tolerate any mistakes. Naturally, the value of the "method of breaking the king" that An Qisheng was promoted to in this world is extremely high.

"How do you know that I have never said the "method of breaking the king"? "

An Qisheng's expression was calm, and there was no change.

He preached for seven days, and what he said was his views on the various realms of this world. He spanned several realms, the five qi converged to the origin, and the three flowers gathered at the top. His vision is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

If someone can truly understand the method he talked about, perhaps he can glimpse the way to heaven.

As for himself, his foundation method is different from anyone in this world, so naturally there is no way to talk about it. Even if he talks about it, no one will understand it.

"Okay."

An Qisheng did not explain much, and got straight to the point: "Someone in your sect has a relationship with me. Since you are here, I can answer you three questions."

'Sure enough'

Chu Mengyao's eyes moved imperceptibly, which made her guess more clear.

As far as he knew, this Yuanyang King was indifferent by nature and did not like power and wealth, but he was extremely strong and decisive.

Before he had completed his cultivation, he dared to suppress the elders of many sects in one fell swoop, and he was not afraid of offending the ten major sects and several holy places.

Her words were targeted, but he just laughed it off, obviously there was something behind it.

However, this could not happen again. Facing such an existence, she was unwilling to make more attempts.

After a slight hesitation, she uttered a very obscure line of words, which were completely different from any language in the world today:

"Wang Quan Dao Ren, who is it?"

What language is this?

Fang Yingqiu frowned, and a flash of doubt flashed across his face.

The Imperial Nine Provinces, the Four Seas and the Ten Thousand Races naturally have many languages. For ordinary people, it is already very difficult to master two.

But for practitioners, this is not the case.

He is proficient in the writings of all races, and has also dabbled in the writings of the Middle Ages, the Ancient Times, and even the ancient mythological era, but this writing is obviously not any of them.

"Did he leave these behind?"

An Qisheng was slightly dumbfounded, but he did not mean to hide anything: "It's me!"

The last two words were the same as the sound made by Chu Mengyao, which was the language of the Jiufu Realm!

Unlike Chu Mengyao's obscurity and distortion, his voice was more fluent and clear. The comparison between the two was like the difference between a foreigner who was just learning Xuanyu on Xuanxing and a broadcaster.

The guess in her heart became a reality, and Chu Mengyao was finally moved, with a touch of surprise on her beautiful face:

"You are really a wise man!"

Or a wise man from the same place and the same era as Guanglong Patriarch!

Her emotions fluctuated greatly, and even Fang Ying could sense it, which made the latter startled.

The wise man is not a secret for ordinary cultivators, let alone the empress of the most powerful holy land in the world like Chu Mengyao.

If it was just an ordinary person with wisdom, how could she be so shocked?

"Is this the second question?"

An Qisheng looked at the female cultivator with a dim gaze.

Although they were of different genders and temperaments, they were at the same level of Tao, which made him feel like he was facing Pang Wanyang.

"Of course not."

Chu Mengyao calmed down and looked at An Qisheng with a complicated look: "What is the difference between your world and Huangji?"

What kind of world is it?

Can it produce such outstanding people as Guanglong Patriarch and Yuanyang Taoist in succession?

"You?"

Fang Yingqiu stroked his long beard with his hand, wondering who else?

"Difference"

An Qisheng pondered for a moment, and the experiences of the two worlds emerged in his mind. All people and things, after a moment, he answered:

"Perhaps the biggest difference is the separation. The separation between mortals and cultivators is much greater in Huangji"

The biggest difference between a world with real practice and a world with only subtle spiritual energy is not in the skills and wisdom.

But in the social form.

An Qisheng recalled a little and realized the biggest difference between the two worlds, and even between all the worlds he traveled through.

In the Jiufu world, even martial arts masters, as strong as the divine veins, have never been completely separated from the mundane world, even though some sects have the bad habit of "breaking off worldly ties".

In the human world, the separation between humans and cultivators is already very serious, but Gu Changfeng opened up the underworld city god system, forcibly pulling each other in with incense, erasing a lot of these feelings of separation.

Only the Wanyang world.

Ordinary people and cultivators, even if they are of the same race, seem to be two distinct species.

Cultivators are truly independent beings outside the mundane world.

Even if it is a hundred years of family affection and friendship, it cannot withstand the polishing of thousands of years. Cultivators are truly self-centered and heartless.

There are too many people who want to reverse this situation, such as the ancient saint emperor and the ancient and modern supreme, and sects, holy places, and dynasties came into being.

Unfortunately, until now, there is an unbridgeable gap between the cultivators and the ordinary people.

This is the most deeply rooted and unshakable class he has seen in all walks of life.

All people can only choose to join it or depend on it for survival, there is no other choice.

When he was discussing with Emperor Tianding, he said that this was purgatory.

On one side, 99% of the creatures have to look up to it to survive, and it is the only place with value. If it is not purgatory, what is it?

"Sense of separation?"

Fang Yingqiu automatically skipped the words that he didn't understand before, caught the key point, and asked: "What impact does this have on the world?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, you old guy are really good at interrupting.

"A lot, a lot."

An Qisheng nodded, but didn't say too much, just one point: "For example, inheritance."

"Inheritance?"

Chu Mengyao's eyes moved: "Huangji has been passed down for 30 million years. Is there an even older inheritance in your world?"

"Huangji has a population of hundreds of millions of Jingzhao and a history of 30 million years, but this is ultimately a stage for only a few people, and it is not the civilization of most people.

There is no need to look back 30 million years, just say that a thousand years ago, you remember Emperor Tianding, Qian Fourteen, the Tyrant Imperial Court, and the Litian Holy Land.

But do you still remember worldly things? Have mortals ever existed in any other records except the records of 'Tianqing'?"

An Qisheng's voice was not loud, but it carried a certain extremely powerful infectious power.

His words seemed to carry the vicissitudes of time. Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu seemed to see the long river of time rolling in front of them.

It was even as if they saw scenes from the past.

"Your long history is destined to be just history, not inheritance."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, and he sorted out what he had gained from the several realms, and said slowly:

"After so many years, you left behind too little, too little."

This is not just about cherishing one's own possessions.

Cherishing one's own possessions exists in any world, any civilization, any force and individual, but, with the passage of time, some things will eventually spread.

But not the Huangji Continent!

Any ruins and inheritance are forbidden areas for ordinary people. Even if someone is lucky enough to get the inheritance, it will never be spread outside.

Instead, it will be passed down from generation to generation until it is lost, and then picked up by someone after a long time, over and over again, endlessly.

The reason why all spirits are all spirits is because their spirituality is the most precious. The spirituality of the countless ordinary people who are excluded from history is also extremely precious.

A world that truly integrates all spirituality and has been passed down for tens of millions of years is definitely not like the Wanyang Realm.

Combing through the past and comparing the realms, An Qisheng is very clear that some things are not necessarily better than short ones if they are long. The powerful still have shortcomings, and the seemingly insignificant ones also have greatness.

The real ancient times are not about how long you have existed, but what you have left behind.

Inadvertently, he recalled Xuanxing. In his previous life, their history was far from comparable to that of the Wanyang Realm, and there were also various drawbacks and mistakes.

But some things have been truly passed down.

Even if you think it has disappeared, it still exists.

For example, many people who have never learned the art of war must understand what is besieging Wei to save Zhao, what is breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, what is sleeping on the straw and tasting the gall, and what is fighting with one's back to the water

What is the inheritance that is only circulated among a few specific people and is sometimes cut off?

"There is too little left, but what should be left?"

Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu fell into silence, with complicated thoughts in their minds.

For a moment, even Chu Mengyao herself did not know whether she had gotten the answer she wanted, as if she had, but also as if she had not.

"I can't answer this question."

An Qisheng said no more, closed his eyes slightly, and his breath became condensed: "There is one last question, after asking, you can leave."

"Huh!"

Chu Mengyao took a deep breath, cut off other distracting thoughts, stared at An Qisheng's expression, and asked the last question:

"Is your Tai Chi taught by the founder?"

"No."

An Qisheng lowered his eyelids, covering his eyes, and said slowly:

"I taught him."

Continue to type, I must start with 10,000 words today, get back to the state, I want to type at the speed of light!