The real person witnessed the whole battle and saw that the information on the Eternal Life Gate was wrong, so the demon god gave up the idea of targeting An Qisheng.
He glanced at Huangji Continent for the last time, then took a step and disappeared into the starry sky.
The white wolf shook its fur and followed.
The two disappeared one after another, and they never cared about the life or death of the Great Ape Marquis from the beginning to the end.
...
Although the last ray of divine light dissipated, calm returned to Dashi Mountain again.
"After being suppressed for so many years, time finally comes. You may have a lot of feelings at this moment."
Fang Yingqiu stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the Wanlong boat slowly going away. He could faintly see Qian Shishi standing on the 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 the Wanfa Pavilion. Both of them possess supreme treasures. They have produced heroes from generation to generation and have the potential to threaten the Holy Land.
In the past, the three major holy places, including the Holy Land of Da Shi, also suppressed these two families, and there was already a tense situation overtly or covertly.
Nowadays, the rise of Wanfa Tower is even more intense. The true form of the lunar laurel and the holy body of the sun coexist. In normal times, I am afraid that they have already taken action.
Unfortunately, today's Dongzhou is no longer dominated by the three holy lands.
Although he has not declared the world, let alone established a sect, he is already the uncrowned king. Under such circumstances, no one dares to suppress Wanfa Tower.
"Perhaps it is the remnant of the Wanfa Tianzun. The inheritance of Wanfa is also the great road of heaven and earth. If it were not for some reasons back then, I am afraid that Wanfa Tower would have been the fourth most sacred place in Eastern Continent."
The old man in Yixuanfu sighed softly, but he accepted the reality: "The achievements now are not a surprise."
The monks 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 are just beginning to practice may still have a self-centered mentality, but old people like them who have been practicing for thousands of years have already reconciled with themselves and the world.
"There may still be troubles. Although someone from Ming Yue Li Tian came this time, the two elders Qi Oracle and Mu Fenghua, who are in charge of Ming Yue and Li Tian's secular affairs, did not come... "
Fang Yingqiu said half of the words, but didn't say more. He just ordered to go down and bring the congratulatory gifts from the sects' holy places and the masters of each race together with the details.
He held it with his own hands and boarded the suspended heavenly palace.
The Suspended Heavenly Palace was once the centerpiece of the Holy Land of Da Shi, but now, there are only a few people who can pass through it and dare to board the Suspended Heavenly Palace.
There was silence above the suspended heavenly palace. The divine light and glow that had lingered before had dissipated, and were replaced by a vast aura that could not go away.
This is the breath left by An Qisheng’s previous sermon, and it is still as substantial after half a month. It is foreseeable that it will not dissipate even in months or years.
An Qisheng's sermon lasted for seven days and ended smoothly. The masters of all races also dispersed safely. Not to mention friction, there was not even a quarrel.
Da da da~
Fang Yingqiu stepped on the ground, making a sound, and walked towards the main hall unhurriedly.
"Since Fellow Daoist Fang is here, you might as well come in directly."
Walking to the entrance of the main hall, the door suddenly opened. In the middle of the grand and empty main hall, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on a futon with a calm and peaceful expression:
"Why do fellow Taoists need to send some spiritual materials in person?"
"This batch of spiritual materials is extremely large, and Wanfa Pavilion accounts for 90% of it. It contains many precious spiritual materials that you need. I feel a little uneasy wherever I put it, so I have to deliver it myself."
Fang Yingqiu presented the Qiankun Spirit Ring, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw the empress of Zhongzhou sitting on a chair not far away.
After the sermon ended, Chu Mengyao was the only two people who did not leave. The other one was Qi Cang.
"That way, I won't bother you too much."
Fang Yingqiu glanced at An Qisheng and was about to leave.
He knew that King Yuanyang was not too old, and even if he had the desire to seek Taoism, it was not too much.
Although the empress of Zhongzhou has a fierce temper, maybe she is a good match for King Yuanyang?
With thoughts in his mind, he wanted to leave.
But An Qisheng waved his hand: "Everything is hidden from view. Since fellow Taoist friends are here, we might as well sit down and talk."
His tone was calm. Fang Yingqiu was also a little curious, so he took the opportunity to sit down.
"Your Excellency has been preaching for several days, but you have never explicitly stated your method of defeating the king. Do you dare to say that everything is invisible to others?"
Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, straightened up and asked.
Her words were very sharp.
Except for those with evil intentions, most of the people who came this time came here for the 'method of defeating the king'.
As the world changes, there are many things that are out of place in the past inheritance.
In practice, there is no room for mistakes. Naturally, the value of the 'King-breaking Method' that An Qi was promoted to in this world was extremely high.
"How do you know that I didn't explicitly mention the 'method to defeat the king'?"
An Qisheng's expression was calm, without any change.
He preached for seven days. All he said were his views on the various realms of this world. It spanned several realms, with five qi rising to the source and three flowers gathering at the top. His vision was unmatched by ordinary people.
If someone can truly understand the teachings he teaches, they may be able to glimpse the path to heaven.
As for himself, his foundational method is different from anyone else in this world. Naturally, there is no way to explain it. If he did, no one would understand it.
"alright."
An Qisheng did not explain much and went straight to the point: "There is someone in your family who has a relationship with me. Now that you are here, I can answer you three questions."
'really......'
An imperceptible movement in the depths of Chu Mengyao's eyes made her previous guesses clearer.
As far as he knew, this King Yuanyang was indifferent by nature and did not like power and wealth, but he was extremely strong-willed and extremely decisive in his actions.
Before his cultivation was complete, 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 major holy places.
He had a specific purpose in his words, but he laughed it off, obviously he had something on his mind.
But it can't happen again. Faced with such an existence, she doesn't want to do any more testing.
After pondering for a moment, he spat out a line that was extremely obscure and whose pronunciation was completely different from any other language today:
"Who is Taoist Wang Quan?"
what language is this?
Fang Yingqiu frowned, and flashed with surprise.
Naturally, there are many languages spoken by thousands of people from all over the world in Huangji Jiuzhou. For ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to master two.
But for practitioners, this is not the case.
He is familiar with the writings of all races, and has dabbled in writings from the Middle Ages, ancient times, and even ancient mythological times, but this writing is obviously not any of them.
"Did he even keep these?"
An Qisheng was slightly dumbfounded, but he didn't mean to hide anything: "It's me!"
The last two words have the same sound as those spoken by Chu Mengyao, they are the language of the Jiufu Realm!
Unlike Chu Mengyao's obscurity and distortion, his voice is smoother and clearer. The comparison between the two is like the difference between a foreigner who is new to Xuanxing and a broadcast host on Xuanxing.
The speculation in her heart completely became a reality. Chu Mengyao was finally moved, with a look of surprise on her beautiful face:
"You are really... a wise person!"
He is still a wise man from the same place and the same era as Patriarch Guanglong!
Her mood fluctuated so much that Lian Fang Ying felt it, and the latter couldn't help but be shocked.
Being a wise person is not a secret to ordinary monks, let alone the empress of the most powerful Holy Land in the world like Chu Mengyao.
If it was just an ordinary Suhui person, how could she be so shocked?
"Is this the second question?"
An Qisheng glanced at the female cultivator with faint eyes.
Although they have different genders and different temperaments, the height of Tao is the same, which makes him always have a strange feeling of facing Pang Wanyang directly.
"Of course not."
Chu Mengyao then calmed down and looked at An Qisheng with complicated eyes: "What is the difference between your world and Huangji?"
What kind of world is it.
Can outstanding figures like Patriarch Guanglong and Taoist Yuanyang be born one after another?
"you?"
Fang Yingqiu stroked her long beard with her hands, wondering in her heart, who else was there?
"the difference......"
An Qisheng pondered for a moment, and his thoughts of the two worlds, people and things, came to his mind. After a moment, he answered:
"Perhaps the biggest difference is the separation. The separation between mortals and monks is much greater in Huangji..."
The biggest difference between a world with real spiritual practice and a world with only subtle spiritual energy is not in the skills or wisdom.
But it lies in the social form.
As soon as An Qisheng recalled it, he realized the biggest difference between the two worlds, and even between the worlds he walked in.
In the Jiufu Realm, even martial arts masters with powerful divine veins have never been completely separated from the mortal world, even if some sects have the bad habit of 'breaking off the common bond'.
In the human world, the separation between people and monks is already very serious, but Gu Changfeng established the Yinsi City God system and used incense to force each other in, erasing a lot of these feelings of separation.
Only the Wan Yang Realm.
Mortals and monks, even if they are of the same race, seem to be two distinct species.
Monks are truly independent beings outside the world of mortals.
Even a hundred years of family ties and friendship are not worth thousands of years of polishing. A monk is truly a self-centered and unfeeling existence.
The ancient holy emperor, the supreme king in ancient and modern times, has many people who want to reverse this state. Sects, holy lands, and dynasties came into being.
Unfortunately, until now, there is an unbridgeable gap between monks and ordinary people.
This is the most deep-rooted and unshakable class he has seen across all walks of life.
All everyone can choose is to join it or live by it. There is no other choice.
When he was arguing with Emperor Tianding, he once said that this was purgatory.
One party, ninety-nine percent of all living beings must look up to one to survive, and it is the only place of value. If it is not purgatory, what is it?
"Feeling of fragmentation?"
Fang Yingqiu automatically skipped the words that he didn't understand before, caught the key points, and couldn't help but ask: "What impact will this have on the world?"
Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, you old guy knows how to steal words.
"very many."
An Qisheng nodded, but didn't say much, just one point: "For example, inheritance."
"inherited?"
Chu Mengyao's eyes flashed: "The Huangji inheritance has been around for 30 million years. Is there an even older inheritance in your world?"
"Huangji has a population of hundreds of millions and a history of 30 million years, but after all, this is a stage for only a few people, and it is not a civilization for most people.
There is no need to look back 30 million years, just say that a thousand years ago, you remember Tianding Emperor, remember Qian Shishi, remember the Overlord Imperial Court, and remember Litian Holy Land.
However, do you still remember worldly things? Have mortals ever existed in any other records except the records of 'Tian Qing'? "
An Qisheng's voice was not high-pitched, but it carried some extremely powerful contagious power.
His words seemed to have a sense of the vicissitudes of time. As Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu listened, they seemed to see the long river of time rolling in front of them.
It even seemed like I was seeing scenes from the past.
"Your long history is destined to be just history, not inheritance."
An Qisheng's eyes were deep, he sorted out what he had gained from several realms, and said slowly:
"In the mighty years, what you have left behind is too little, too little."
This is not just my own treasure.
The treasure of my broom exists in any world, any civilization, any force and individual. However, as time goes by, some things will eventually spread.
Huangji Continent will not!
Any site or inheritance is a forbidden place 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 over a long period of time, over and over again, endlessly.
The reason why all spirits are all spirits is that spirituality is the most precious. The spirituality of countless ordinary people who have been excluded from history is also extremely precious.
A world that truly integrates all spiritualities and has been passed down for thousands of years is definitely not like the Wanyang Realm.
After combing through the past and comparing the worlds, An Qisheng knew very well that some things are either long or necessarily better than short. The strong still have shortcomings, and the seemingly insignificant also have greatness.
The true antiquity is not measured by how long you have existed, but by what you leave behind.
Inadvertently, he recalled Xuan Xing. In his previous life, their history was far from comparable to that of Wanyang Realm, and they also had various shortcomings and mistakes.
But some things are truly passed down.
Even if you think it's gone, it's still there.
For example, many people who have never studied the art of war must understand what it means to besiege Wei and rescue Zhao, what it means to burn the boat, what it means to endure hardships, and what it means to fight against the odds...
What kind of inheritance is it that is only spread among a few specific groups of people and is sometimes discontinued?
"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 himself didn't know if he got the answer he wanted. It seemed like he had, but it seemed he didn't.
"I can't answer this question."
An Qisheng said no more, closed his eyes slightly, and calmed down: "There is one last question. After asking it, you can leave."
"call!"
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 your ancestor?"
"no."
An Qisheng lowered his eyelids, covering his eyes, and said slowly:
"I passed it on to him."
