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 randomly carved on this stone tablet.
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 condensation for the same true form diagram, and some people can't condensate at all Not coming out?"
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 had left behind. It seemed like he had gained nothing at all.
But he persisted.
"interesting."
An Qisheng did not disturb him and walked to the next stone tablet.
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 a method of 'qi refining'. Just using your own blood to peel off the impurities in the spiritual grass, you can make tens of millions of pills at once..."
"What are impurities? For this elixir, they are impurities, but for other elixirs, they may not be impurities. The principle of elixirs is to take the essence and remove the dross, but it is not yet clear 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 The medicinal power required to convert the spiritual grass into thousands of spiritual elixirs, unfortunately, has been lost..."
"Thousands of herbs can make a thousand pills. This is not enough. The refining of pills can be made faster. One spiritual grass can make tens of millions of pills. The sages can do it, 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 no one like Xuanji, who is a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm, has access to 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', which can be as big 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 gone through roads that you can't imagine.
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 discussion.
This square occupies a large area, with a forest of stone monuments and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of them. In addition to true diagrams, combat methods, and combat skills, there are more formations, talismans, weapon refining, and elixir refining.
This place seems to be all-encompassing and is a microcosm of the practice world in Dongzhou.
"Mr. Yuan, why haven't you spoken during this journey?"
This is a towering stone monument. In front of the stone monument, there is only one person. The fourth prince stands with his hands behind his hands, staring at the inscription and asking softly.
This stone tablet is the tallest and largest, but what is engraved on it is not the practice of martial arts, but many events, experiences, difficulties, and various solutions to governing the country.
The most common incident is the 'Tian Qing' incident.
“Nice atmosphere.”
An Qisheng looked casual.
Along the way, many people did not find anything that stood out to him. Their guesses and summaries were all unsatisfactory.
It's not as good as what he saw in the "dream" of the elders from the true biography of several major sects' holy places.
“It’s naturally impossible to walk a thousand years on a path that has taken millions of years.”
The fourth prince nodded: "It's just that the road must be walked step by step."
He is also very aware of this. Unfortunately, the holy places of various sects strictly prohibit the leakage of similar things, but the souls of all the disciples who come down from the mountain are also lingering with the aura of 'king-level spiritual treasure'.
Even if these disciples betrayed their master, they could not tell them anything.
"This road is difficult."
An Qisheng is not optimistic.
Most of the valuable insights left by all the outstanding men and geniuses in the past thirty million years are in the hands of the sect, except for those that have been lost in the long river of time.
How could it be possible to catch up so easily?
A single individual can surpass the disciples of the sect, but it is extremely difficult to catch up in all aspects.
An Qisheng knows this very well.
If he does not have the ability to enter dreams, even if he is a genius and has a profound knowledge, if he wants to open up a complete path of cultivation from scratch, it will not be possible overnight.
When Gu Changfeng opened eight roads, he also relied on the experience of his predecessors and Dayan Tiantong.
Emperor Tianding does not have this condition, so it is naturally impossible for him to do it.
This is no longer something that talent can solve.
"It's difficult, but it's not impossible."
The fourth prince sighed softly: "It's a pity that time has not waited for me..."
An Qisheng didn't respond. His eyes fell on the "Tian Qing" events on the inscription.
'In March of the first year of Tianding, seven loose cultivators fought in the barren mountains, affecting 136 herbalists... In June of the first year of Tianding, the disciples of the Lianfa Tai chased the murderer for 80,000 miles, and the battle ended. According to statistics, more than 13,420 people died...
The end of June in the first year of Tianding...
July of the first year of Tianding...'
The Tianding Kingdom was not originally called the Tianding Kingdom. Emperor Tianding succeeded to the throne more than a thousand years ago and changed the name of the country to "Tianding", marking the first year of the calendar.
The records on this stone tablet are from the first year of Tianding to the present, one thousand two hundred and twelve years.
An Qisheng glanced at them and already counted them.
It records that there are more than 2 billion people who died in the "Tianqing Incident".
One thousand years, two billion people.
This is just a string of numbers, but not just a string of numbers.
"My father used the opening of the King's Platform as a condition, used himself as a deterrent to set rules with the sect, and also restrained many loose cultivators, large and small sects. In recent years, such things have rarely happened."
The fourth prince seemed to know what An Qisheng was looking at and explained casually.
The tone was calm, as if there had been no more waves.
"The sin is not in the monks, but in the human heart."
An Qisheng shook his head and sighed.
Jiufu Realm has been fighting for years, and the war is in full swing, with many casualties and monsters causing trouble in the world, and the people are in dire straits.
In the land of Dongzhou, there are many large sects that suppress the world and control the kingship. Even though there are frictions with each other, the secular dynasties are not at war.
But there is a "Heavenly Qing".
All of these made An Qisheng think a lot. No wonder people often say that the weak eat the strong, and natural selection occurs.
It seems that none of the great worlds can escape from this law, even Xuanxing...
The two of them had no intention of talking for a while.
The fourth prince had something on his mind, and An Qisheng had no intention of asking. He just walked in the forest of steles and watched the Tianding Kingdom's achievements over the past thousand years.
Although there was no shocking discovery among them that made him shine, they all had their own value and were of some use to him.
Cultivation is all about bit by bit. Everything you think about, see, imagine, and gain is all the foundation.
Only by accumulation can it flourish.
In the following days, An Qisheng still did not go to see Emperor Tianding. He came to the 'Performance Stage' every day to listen to the discussions and arguments of many monks.
Either stay in a sparse medicine shop, or deduce spiritual phenomena, comprehend the divine body, tease chickens, give advice to Zhu Dahai, or go into the cave to 'prompt' Zheng Longqiu and others to practice.
Time flies, but more than a year has passed.
The King's Platform is about to open.
