The cultivation system of the Wanyang Realm is the strongest that An Qisheng has seen across all realms, followed by the cultivation system of the Nether Forest Realm that he learned from the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Boy.
The latter may have a higher upper limit because it has access to the Witch God Realm, but for the same level, it is far from comparable to the Wanyang Realm.
If you follow the rules, you will become an immortal.
The cultivation in this realm is all cultivation that defies heaven.
Seizing the essence of heaven and earth to achieve oneself, this path reaches its peak in the cave.
Then, the Cave Heaven Tribulation was derived.
From the time when this realm of cave heaven appeared until now, it cannot be avoided from the bottom to the cave sky and up to the supreme being.
Of course, as early as in ancient times, when the true realm emerged, this calamity already existed. If you seize the essence of heaven and earth, you must suffer the backlash of heaven and earth.
The True Form Realm back then, the Spirit Realm later, and the Cave Heaven Tribulation today were all like this.
This catastrophe that can come at any time will not reduce the danger because of the improvement of your cultivation strength. The monks in this world must be at the peak all the time.
And, we must get stronger and stronger!
Otherwise, you will die!
Because of this, the speed of cultivation of monks in this world is astonishing in the eyes of the three-hearted blue spirit boy, and they are even more powerful than Douzhan to an incredible extent.
"Are you going to trigger my catastrophe?"
At this moment, Qian Shishi couldn't help but change his expression.
There are catastrophes for monks, but the only thing that can change the color of a person like him is the catastrophe of the cave.
Any monk, even the Supreme, can only be at his peak without fear of the catastrophe of the cave. No monk can not be afraid of the catastrophe of the cave.
"good."
An Qisheng nodded slightly without hiding anything: "I am very interested in the formation of the Cave Heaven Tribulation."
"You are seeking death."
Qian Shishi responded in a deep voice.
Throughout the ages, in response to the catastrophe of the cave, countless heroes have developed countless ways to avoid, overcome, and defeat the catastrophe.
But any method to break the catastrophe can only be broken for a while, not for a lifetime. If you can survive it for a while, you will face a more violent catastrophe in the cave.
Gradually, the Cave Heaven Tribulation has become a taboo.
He never thought that Taoist Yuanyang would actually want to use himself as a sacrifice to experiment with the Cave Heaven Tribulation.
"Nine realms and eleven steps, the wisdom of the predecessors is as great as the heavens, and there is no imperfection, but in the end, those who are too perfect will be jealous of heaven."
An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "This is a method that goes against heaven."
The perfect method will inevitably be jealous of heaven. This does not mean that heaven and earth will be jealous, but that all great power truly belongs to itself, without flaws or leaks, and is perfect to the extreme.
This will inevitably lead to the loss of sensitivity in both heaven and earth.
Even if a person dies like a lamp extinguished, all kinds of energy will return to the void, and everything between heaven and earth will not increase or decrease.
In other words, people will not like extra 'tumors' in their body, even if this 'tumor' may be benign and originally belongs to them.
Hearing An Qisheng's words, Qian Shishi's expression changed, but the anger in his heart was extinguished a lot, but his face was still cold: "We, the monks, have defied heaven and taken our lives. This has always been the case in ancient and modern times. What's wrong with that?"
"There's nothing wrong with that."
An Qisheng shook his head.
There is no superiority or inferiority in the Tao, just follow the general principles. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with this method. In fact, this kind of practice is extremely amazing.
Whether you go against heaven or go with heaven, there is no superiority or inferiority, right or wrong.
However, this kind of practice is too difficult and painful.
Qian Shisi looked at him coldly without saying anything.
"It's just that if we can make some slight changes, it would be good anyway." An Qisheng looked into the void with a faint look in his eyes.
If the cave is of no use to the sky, then disasters will come.
If this is changed, not only may the disaster be eliminated, but it may also have unexpected effects.
"Are you going to be a Great Heavenly Lord and open up the tenth realm, the twelfth step?"
Qian Shishi's eyes narrowed and he wanted to laugh, but he was also a little shocked.
"What are you doing, Great Lord?"
An Qisheng smiled dumbly: "The honorific title is given by others, not by myself. I do my own thing, so why do I care about that?"
Supreme, Holy Emperor, Heavenly Lord, Great Heavenly Lord, Saint, Holy... these titles are all respectful titles given by later generations to those who are simple and have not yet attained the Dao, and those who have attained the Dao.
Where do you do what you say you will do?
It is said that perfect people have no self, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name, but that's it.
"What are you going to do?" Qian Shishi did not underestimate the thoughts of the white-haired Taoist in front of him, and even a hint of curiosity arose in his heart.
Regardless of his origins, he is already an earth-shattering talent for being able to achieve such a state in today's world.
Although he didn't think he could do anything.
But that didn't stop him from being interested.
"If your practice is to take your life from heaven, then you might as well change it..."
An Qisheng lowered his eyes with a calm expression:
"Use the law that obeys Heaven and do things that go against Heaven,
The way to cut off the sky! "
...
Huhu~
A cold wind blew through the night, and Tianjiao City was covered with silver. All things withered and became silent, and vitality returned to the earth.
Tianjiao City was extremely lively.
It is now one hundred days since Emperor Tianding left. The fourth prince, Li Siyuan, has just ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, surrounded by many ministers and princes.
The country's name was changed to 'Tianshou'.
In the past hundred days, many people, including the fourth prince and the fourteenth princess, came to see An Qisheng more than once.
The latter refused to accept it, and the fourth prince, now Emperor Tianshou, had just ascended the throne.
When~
When~
When~
In the nine major districts of Tianjiao City, the sound of bells echoed, and the masculine blood energy flourished. The wind and snow all over the city were blown away by this blood energy, and then disappeared.
In the middle of winter, the city is warm.
The hot steam rose into the sky, driving up snowflakes and cold wind, which condensed into large swaths of ice crystals in the sky. They turned into rain and fell, but they had already dissipated before they fell into the city.
The change of the leader of a country is naturally no small matter, especially for many people in Tianjiao City.
Emperor Tianding has been in Tianjiao City for thousands of years, so there are people who are grateful for his kindness.
After a hundred days of memorial service, it spontaneously evolved into support for the new ruler.
In a busy street, An Qisheng was walking.
During these hundred days, he did not practice hard in seclusion. Apart from the necessary breathing of purple energy every day, he instructed Zhu Dahai to practice Kung Fu and discussed the Tao with the Qian Shishi in the cave.
He is slowly digesting what he has gained.
Although the method of entering dreams has many limitations, it is difficult to be as omniscient as when he was in the Jiufu Realm, but he has gained a lot in the past three years.
Especially the inheritance contained in the twelve feudal lord spirit treasures.
The inheritance of the strong men of the Twelve Paths Returning to One Realm, even if there are differences in their practice in this life, is still a great wealth.
Any inheritance can create a sect, and the twelve inheritances have already surpassed the nine inheritances of Taiyi Sect in terms of quantity.
Not to mention, there is the "Taiyi Xuanmen Nine Transformations" that An Qisheng obtained from the "Gate of All Wonders".
The harvest is huge, which naturally requires more detailed and careful 'digestion'.
This was the first time he went out in a hundred days.
He still accepted the invitation from the former Fourth Prince, now Emperor Tianshou.
"The king's power changes and the fortunes change. In the end, it is a thousand-year dynasty with a foundation."
Feeling the change of fortune in this city, An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.
A person's luck is Qi, and a country's Qi is luck.
The former is destiny, while the latter is the aspiration of people's hearts. The destiny of the country may seem vague and illusory, but in fact it is real.
In a country with good fortune, even in difficult times, there are people who can turn the tide and continue the country's fortune even if it is impossible.
A dynasty with unruly luck may encounter disasters during its heyday, such as a foolish king, a minister who wields power, a people who disrupt the law, or a monster that brings disaster to the country.
"Sugar, sugar."
Zhu Dahai held a bunch of candies and fed the chicks, which seemed to have grown a little bit, one by one. His actions were rough, making the latter roll his eyes.
Fortunately, this little chicken is a little stronger than before, otherwise it would not be able to withstand the ravages of Zhu Dahai, who is now more powerful.
Under the guidance of more than two years, Zhu Dahai, a born owner of the 'atavistic' bloodline, has grown extremely fast.
Although he has not entered the realm of all laws due to his wisdom, his body is much stronger than before.
There are not many people in the entire East Continent who can compare with him in terms of pure strength at the same level.
Tianjiao City is extremely lively today, and there are naturally more vendors of all kinds.
There are those who buy and sell medicinal materials, elixirs, privately sell the fragments of exercises, and those who hawk the meat of spiritual beasts, spiritual rice, spiritual plants, and spiritual herbs.
An Qisheng had not been exposed to the smoke of fireworks for a long time, so walking among them gave him a special feeling.
As a practitioner, it seems that the more you practice, the more human you become.
In fact, it's not that the human flavor has faded, but that the mood is gone. Even An Qisheng at this time can hardly have the same mood as before.
Once upon a time, children who could be happy for a long time with a bunch of candied haws finally only stayed in the past.
"Huh."
Just after walking through the eighth city district and arriving at the ninth city district, An Qisheng's heart moved.
His eyes moved slightly and fell on a stall on the corner of the road.
The length and width of the stall were no more than the size of a dining table. The stall owner was an old man who was not very well-dressed and had a somewhat scruffy appearance.
This old man's dark eye sockets are a bit scary. At first glance, it looks like he has two big holes in his face, which is quite eye-catching.
From time to time, pedestrians would stop in front of the stall, but every time they asked, they would curse and leave.
An Qisheng took a quick glance and saw that there were hundreds of long and short knives of different styles and materials scattered randomly on the stall, with high and low quality.
Some of them are so sharp that even through the scabbard it makes people feel chilled, while others don't even have a scabbard, and the blades are stained with rust.
At this time, a young man shook his head and left cursing: "You want thirty Tianding Pills from me with a broken knife, you are really crazy!"
"Alas, today's young people have no patience at all."
The old man was a little fat. He put his hands in his sleeves and shook his head: "Are you patient? You don't even know the words?"
An Qisheng glanced at the side of the stall, where there was a small flag with eight big characters written in flying phoenixes:
You can buy it on credit depending on the price.
"Something interesting."
An Qisheng casually pinched it and took out a sword with a blade that shimmered like autumn water from the stall, and asked lightly: "How much does this knife cost?"
