Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Da Qin, Tianlu for forty-sixth year.

This year has been exactly ten years since Zhou Dao left Pingan Town.

A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.

In ten years, Zhou Dao has grown from the ninth stage of the Refining Realm to the powerful man in the Heaven and Earth Realm today, standing at the top of the world.

The spring breeze of March coincides with the blooming peach blossoms.

On the official road leading to the capital, there is constant traffic, and the carriages are like carps crossing the river. It is much busier than in previous years.

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

A cold urging sound came from a carriage pulled by a maroon horse, and a dark gold "Chen" was embroidered on the swaggering flag.

"That's the frame of the Chen family in Xiling Prefecture."

At this moment, a sharp-eyed passing merchant spotted it at a glance.

The world is so vast that every government and domain has its own aristocratic families, which have been stationed for hundreds of thousands of years. They have strong incense and endless inheritance, and their industries are spread across all walks of life. They are known as the local emperors.

The Chen family is one of the largest families in Xiling Mansion. It has been passed down for eleven generations. There have been three prime ministers in the past, and their power in the local area is extremely powerful.

"Young Master, Yuanshi Mountain is ahead, so we can't delay it." The steward in charge said hurriedly.

"Today is the grand day for the founding of a sect in Yuanshi Mountain. All the famous families in the world come to pay their respects and congratulate you. I must not neglect it."

In the carriage, a young man with a calm temperament spoke.

He has a wide robe with feathers, a handsome appearance, full of literary grace, and has the style of an ancient Confucian scholar.

Chen Xiuxuan was the most outstanding disciple of the Chen family in Xiling. In his early years, he went to Longhu Mountain to practice Taoism and was quite successful. Later, he abandoned Taoism and followed literature. He became a rising star in the local literary world and was very prestigious in Xiling.

"Young Master, I heard that Yuanshi Mountain was the fiefdom of the current King Yuan. Why has it been changed to a sect dojo now?"

While on the road, the steward couldn't help but start chatting.

In the past few years, the Prince Yuan was in the limelight. He was the teacher of the prince and the new noble of the dynasty. Even the imperial court's slayers of dragons and tigers and the collection of flying immortals had his shadow.

However, in the past two years, there have been few rumors about this King Yuan in the world. He has ceased his activities, hid his fame, and seemed to have disappeared from the world out of thin air.

Just last month, when spring had just begun and on the day of the Lantern Festival, a piece of news spread across the world and shocked everyone.

On March 15th, a sect was established in Yuanshi Mountain, which was widely followed by disciples all over the world.

Not to mention many Taoist sects, this incident caused a lot of shock and discussion even in the court.

A prince of the current dynasty, who was newly given a different surname and whose status was already very sensitive, actually wanted to establish a sect and strengthen his military force. Such behavior was somewhat taboo.

You must know that since Emperor Wu, the three sects of Changsheng, Taiyi, and Panhuang were punished, and now your majesty has exterminated dragons and tigers, Tianshi, and collected Feixian... These measures are all for the purpose of concentrating power and eliminating excessive local force. To deter the hidden dangers of the imperial court.

It can be said that King Yuan's move caused constant turmoil and constant criticism.

It is said that the impeachments sent to Emperor Qin every day were like snowflakes and never stopped.

"This prince is from a reckless background. In his early years, he was involved in the Demon Control Division and lived a life of licking blood...Although he has gained wealth, he does not know that the power of God is unpredictable. How can he know the way forward when he shows off his military power and demonstrates his magical skills? A blessing or a curse?"

Chen Xiuxuan's words were scornful, but every word seemed extremely pertinent.

For these aristocratic families, they have seen too many powerful officials rise and too many great nobles fall.

So what if he is as prominent as Duke Liu? Didn't the third prince end up having his entire family slaughtered and the nine clans wiped out in the end?

In their eyes, the upstarts of the day need to make friends, but they may not think highly of them from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, after a hundred years of mist, who can really stand on this world and enjoy the eternal prosperity...

This is naturally a powerful family like them.

"We just have to do our courtesy. This King Yuan is very murderous, so let's not neglect him... His fortunes have fluctuated over the past thirty years. Let's see his future."

Chen Xiuxuan seems to have seen through the changes in the world. He is aloof and grasps the wisdom. He wants to be a passer-by in the years and watch the ebb and flow.

After a while, the carriage and horses arrived at the foot of Yuanshi Mountain.

"Why aren't you moving?"

Chen Xiuxuan frowned and couldn't help but look outside the car.

This is just at the foot of Yuanshi Mountain, and it is at least eighty or ninety miles away from the mountain.

"Master, don't let the carriage pass in front, let us get down and walk."

At this moment, the steward in charge said hesitantly.

"What a majesty!"

Chen Xiuxuan's face suddenly darkened, and he was about to dismount from his horse and sedan chair at the foot of the mountain. How big of an air was this?

After all, is he a newly rich man who achieved success at a young age and doesn't know that his moral character is shallow and he can't bear such a big arrogance? Crazy people will bring disaster.

Thinking of these ancient sayings from his predecessors, Chen Xiuxuan couldn't help but sneer and stepped out of the carriage.

The scene in front of him made the descendant of the Xiling Chen family suddenly stunned.

At the foot of Yuanshi Mountain, carriages stood neatly beside each other, and dignitaries who might not be seen in the capital on weekdays got out of the carriages and walked up the mountain.

"That is Concubine Chen from [Anyang Palace]..."

"Is the Thirteenth Prince next to me!?"

"That's King Fu's people..."

"The eldest princess of the dynasty!"

…

Chen Xiuxuan's eyes trembled again and again. These were noble people that he could never see in ordinary times. Even if they wanted to make friends with the Chen family, they would have to prepare generous gifts and greeting cards. They would wait three to five years. If they were lucky, they would be able to make friends. I got a reply: No time.

In the past, each government would send some important figures to attend such occasions.

Who could have imagined that these noble people would condescend to visit Yuanshi Mountain in person, which really gave King Yuan a lot of face.

"Master, look quickly..."

At this moment, the steward in charge tugged at the corner of Chen Xiuxuan's clothes and pointed to a stone tablet at the foot of Yuanshi Mountain.

Chen Xiuxuan looked over and his body trembled violently.

There were eight big characters written on the stone tablet: Civil servants dismounted from sedan chairs, military attaches dismounted from horses.

"This...this is the royal letter of Emperor Qin!?" Chen Xiuxuan's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

How lucky was this rumored King Yuan that Emperor Qin granted him such privileges?

Civil servants dismounting from sedan chairs, military attachés dismounting from horses, these honors are almost the same as "being here in person".

"We'd better walk up there."

Chen Xiuxuan curled his lips, feeling extremely bitter.

"Go slower!"

Chen Xiuxuan lowered his body. Among the people going up the mountain, he seemed ordinary. Even the aura of the Chen family in Xiling seemed dim and unremarkable among the crowd.

At this moment, Yuanshi Mountain.

There is a portrait hanging at the top of the Yuxu Hall. It is actually Zhou Dao himself. He is sitting cross-legged on Yuanshi Mountain. The nine layers of mysterious light shine on Taixu. His hands are tied in hair seals, which is a wonderful way to understand the mysteries. Behind him is the sun setting in the west.

"Throughout the ages, there has never been a way to unify a sect and establish a sect to enshrine one's own portrait."

The Chaos Demon God came from outside the temple. Now that he had received his true form, he looked very much like a rural teacher.

"In this life, if I am not destroyed, Yuanshi Mountain will be worshiped from generation to generation."

Zhou Dao looked at the portrait that looked like he was not himself, thoughtfully, and then smiled slightly.

"It may not be me who is offering the sacrifice."

"Um!?"

The Chaos Demon God was startled for a moment, then revealed his dark color: "You are different... You have become different since you came back from Ping'an Town."

"Chaos, everything is changing...even Yuanzu is no exception."

Zhou Dao looked calm and spoke softly.

When that name was mentioned, there was a nameless wave in the void, as if that name could not be told or mentioned.

"Now you can recite his name with such peace of mind." The Chaos Demon God said calmly.

"I would like to meet him..." Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, almost becoming a thin line.

"Why do you think of starting a sect?" The Chaos Demon God suddenly asked.

"One leaf and two flowers... one vein of the setting sun, it's up to me..."

Zhou Dao suddenly spoke and his words were shocking.

"You..." The Chaos Demon God's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhou Dao in disbelief.

"Chaos, don't be surprised. Ever since I came back from Ping'an Town, I have felt that the mountain will soon fully appear..." Zhou Dao whispered in a deep voice.

"Doshan!"

"That is the place where the Daoshan Grand Ceremony was held, and it was also the place where the Taoist King achieved eternal prestige... Throughout the ages, the Daoshan Alliance has always affected the pattern of the world... However, the world does not know its origin..."

Zhou Dao's voice became more and more hollow, and there was a strange wave in his body, as if it gradually overlapped with the figure in the portrait, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"The Tao is achieved in the daytime, and the mountains are formed by the setting sun... That was the old dojo of my Sunset Sect!"

"So you already know." The Chaos Demon said solemnly.

This is the great secret left in the world. The mountain known as the highest in the world was the former dojo of the Sunset Sect.

The sunset on Cangshan Mountain is the most beautiful scene in the world.

"I'm looking forward to that day...the sunset will eventually jump across the sky..."

What Zhou Dao said was naturally the day when Daoshan was born and the world united.

Dang...dang...dang...

At this moment, a majestic bell rang suddenly, echoing in the sky above Yuanshi Mountain. Mysterious light was splashing, auspicious clouds were lingering, and the stars in the sky were like a continuous road in the sky, falling down into the mountain.

Among the thousands of visions, the true king of Yuanshi is wearing a hair coat and standing supreme on the altar of law.

As a sacrifice, the Great Spiritual Lord of the Sun Festival opened the grand ceremony here.

"On the grand day when the sect is established, will you let your external avatar show up?"

The Chaos Demon God couldn't help but speak as he listened to the movement outside.

"That's enough...I have other things to do."

Zhou Dao smiled slightly, slowly withdrew his eyes from the hanging portrait, turned around and walked out of the main hall of Yuxu Palace.

"where did you go?"

The voice of the Chaos Demon came from behind.

"I'm going to see an old friend."

Zhou Dao took one step and entered the void without a trace, disappearing on Yuanshi Mountain.

…

Beijing, Liuli Street.

This is the most famous flower street and Liuxiang in the capital, and even the most famous [Tianxiang Tower] is firmly seated at number one.

Wang Xiaoyi is very familiar with this place, and every time he comes he feels like he is going back to his own home.

Zhou Dao didn't have much interest in this kind of place. He just couldn't bear the invitation from his brothers and had been here a hundred or two hundred times.

Even though it was just the beginning of the lanterns, the street vendors had already started trading, and all kinds of snacks, soups and noodles were available.

Some anxious guests don't like the idea of ​​enjoying the wind and moonlight. Why don't you drink two glasses of wine to warm your body first, and then let me take a bath and massage your waist to relieve your fatigue... None of these are needed.

They like to go straight to the end... Most of them will take a few bites at these stalls to prevent them from running out of energy and being defeated in less than two rounds... Although it won't make the girls laugh on the spot, it will definitely happen. It has become a topic of conversation after dinner in romantic places.

Of course, there were some customers who were really short of money. He could only cater to one of them, Belly or Brother, so he had no choice but to fill his stomach at this stall first.

"Boss, give me a bowl of tripe noodles, add an egg, the sugar will runny... Remember to add more chopped green onions and more garlic..."

Zhou Dao sat down in front of a noodle stall he frequented and casually ordered a bowl of noodle soup with toppings.

"Okay, sir, are you here again? Where is your friend?"

Not long after, the waiter served someone a bowl of hot noodle soup.

"Why am I here again? Don't talk nonsense... I was just passing by."

Zhou Dao looked at the strange looks from around him and hurriedly wanted to leave his innocence in the world.

"I understand, I understand... Just use it slowly... Come back later..."

The waiter put down the noodle soup with an ambiguous smile, collected the tray and turned around to leave.

Zhou Dao curled his lips and wanted to say something, but finally shook his head feebly and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

On Liuli Street, lanterns are hung high on each floor, and there are warblers and swallows, and flowers are in clusters. A different kind of grace is floating under the moonlit night, and primitive desires are released in the changing of cups.

Wang Xiaoyi once said that Liuli Street is the place closest to human nature. Moral cultivation, etiquette, integrity and shame... all become bullshit in the face of money and desire, only indulgence and indulgence.

Zhou Dao sat at the noodle stall all night and had noodles three times...until the lanterns on each floor gradually went out and even the street vendors began to close their stalls.

"Sir, go back... don't look at it... a bitch is ruthless and an actress is meaningless. You don't have any money in your pocket. Those girls won't pay attention to you. It's useless even if you see through it."

The guy came over and reassured.

I have seen many poor people like this. Most of them are scholars who went to Beijing to take the exams. They failed the exams many times and became discouraged, so they spent their little money on such beautiful streets and willow alleys.

At first, when you have money, those girls are naturally your elder brothers and husband-in-law, and each one is called daddy more affectionately than the other.

But when they take all the money out of your pocket, I'm sorry...Mom, someone wants to eat King Chicken...With this cry, it's not a business without breaking your bones.

"I'm waiting for someone."

Zhou Dao was not in a hurry and said casually.

"Waiting for someone?" The waiter was stunned: "It's late at night, only ghosts come."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly surged up on the street. Under the moonlight, a black figure came from a distance. He was dressed in rags and even exuded a stench, resembling a beggar that everyone despised. .

"coming."

Zhou Dao's eyes lit up, but his focused gaze fell on the beggar.

"Long time no see... Lu Xianyang!" Zhou Dao whispered and walked to the man.

Happy New Year! On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I am still continuing to pay New Year greetings...