Different realms.

Different environments create different effects. Each great world's cultivation system is formed based on its environment.

Some focus on the divine soul, others on the physical body.

But in the end, cultivation of the flesh leads to the same destination.

Even in the Xuanxing's land of depleted spiritual energy, one could still cultivate to the point of 'sensing the autumn wind before the cicada,' let alone the Myriad Yang Realm.

The so-called longevity species of the Youlin Great World might not be universally applicable, but their traits could be cultivated in other great worlds.

Possessing all the 'traits' of a longevity species, even if one couldn't live for the exaggerated twelve billion nine hundred and sixty million years of the Youlin Great World,

one shouldn't only live for tens of thousands of years.

Did the ancient sage emperors and supreme beings, even top-tier kings like Yan Kuangtu, really all die?

Hu~

Thoughts swirling in his mind, An Qisheng appeared in the cave-heaven in the next instant.

This cave-heaven was not large because the tribulations following death had not passed.

Even though Wuyong Daoren had made many preparations before his death to preserve the cave-heaven, it had collapsed and shattered repeatedly in the two thousand years after his death.

Wuyong Daoren had tried his best, using every means to preserve only this small central area.

It was only about a third the size of Xuanxing. For a great power close to being enfeoffed as a marquis, such a cave-heaven was unbelievably small.

The only usable areas were the spiritual fields and pastures within a few thousand miles around Qian Mountain.

In fact, it was rare for a cave-heaven to be preserved so well after two thousand years. Most were riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse.

Otherwise, the Taiyi Gate wouldn't have sent a junior like Lan Shuixian.

Whoosh, whoosh~

The wind in the cave-heaven still carried a strong bloody scent, and the spiritual fields and pastures within thousands of miles were stained with blood.

This was the impurities from Peng Shiliu's blood.

But his bloodline was strong, and his cultivation was even more powerful. Even the impurities in his blood contained far more spiritual energy than ordinary spiritual water.

Its value was higher than the spiritual spring water used by some large sects to irrigate their spiritual fields.

Like a whale fall in the sea, it could nourish countless tiny sea creatures, let alone the blood of a Golden-Winged Great Peng in the myriad-law realm like Peng Shiliu.

Of course, if not for the top-tier spiritual seeds and grass seeds left by Wuyong Daoren, which had mutated for tens of thousands of years, they would have all been burned to death by such high-level blood.

Even so, countless spiritual plants in the spiritual fields within thousands of miles had been burned to death by the blood.

But the ones that remained were undoubtedly of much higher value.

"Yuanyang Daoren, you've finally shown yourself!"

Seeing An Qisheng again after several months, Zheng Longqiu and the others felt that his aura seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Beneath his thin body, his blood energy was like a vast ocean.

But after months of grinding, everyone's temperament had become much more 'stable'. Even with some anger, they still endured it, looking at the starlight swirling in mid-air.

"Yuanyang Daoren is truly skilled."

Xuanji took a deep breath. She stood in the air, a few spots of bright red staining her white palace dress. She hadn't avoided the torrential rain of blood earlier because her cultivation had been sealed and her body imprisoned.

Feng Changming and the others all looked displeased. The scene from before had been too shocking for them.

They also had great hidden worries in their hearts.

According to the style of the great sects and the Underworld Moon Holy Land, they wouldn't ignore them after they were kidnapped, but it had been several months, and no one seemed to be looking for them.

"You are worthy of being from great sects. The spiritual fields are being managed quite well."

An Qisheng withdrew his gaze.

Spiritual fields were also fields, and fields grew weeds. The vitality of spiritual plants might not be stronger than that of spiritual grass. Without anyone to manage them, the harvest would naturally not be good.

The value of these spiritual fields within thousands of miles was much higher than the entire wealth of some small sects, so An Qisheng naturally wouldn't ignore them.

Cave-heavens were not only used for fighting enemies, but also provided great assistance for cultivation.

Speaking of spiritual fields, Feng Changming and the others gritted their teeth.

Who were they?

At the very least, they were elders or true disciples of the top ten sects. They had never done such a thing since they were born. Being forced to weed and fertilize now, the anger in their hearts was almost unbearable.

"Yuanyang Daoren, you don't have much enmity with us. Now, it's time to let us out, right?"

Xuanji spoke softly, the shackles on her body clanging.

She was incredibly beautiful. Even with her dress stained with blood and her body in shackles, she still didn't seem flustered at all, speaking calmly to An Qisheng.

"Not much enmity?"

An Qisheng repeated, finding it amusing. He shook his head, "Yes, you didn't hurt me at all when you broke the formation on Qian Mountain, and you didn't harm me at all when you took my aura with the Underworld Moon secret technique..."

An Qisheng landed in front of everyone and said softly, "But what if I was only at the True Form realm? What if you gave my aura to the Extinction Emotion Dao, and they used their top-tier King-level secret treasure 'Three Seven Law Extinction Record' to curse me to death?"

His voice was neither high nor low, and didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, but it made Feng Changming and the others change their expressions slightly.

As everyone's expressions changed, An Qisheng's eyes gleamed, hinting at something:

"Some things don't need to happen to have consequences..."

In the Eastern Continent, the top ten sects controlled the dynasties, and the three holy lands overlooked all living beings. Apart from each other, they didn't seem to care about anyone else.

The meaning of rogue cultivators' existence was to explore dangerous secret realms, slay demons and collect medicine, and cultivate spiritual fields for them.

In their eyes, of course, they hadn't hurt him at all, and there was no great enmity.

But An Qisheng didn't see it that way.

Could attempted murder be written off?

He certainly didn't believe in that.

"Then what do you want?"

Zheng Longqiu responded in a deep voice, his body trembling slightly as he suppressed his anger.

Among everyone present, he was the most seriously injured and hadn't recovered for months because he had received the most lashes. Under the repeated pain, his divine soul had been greatly damaged.

"I won't kill you."

An Qisheng swept his gaze over everyone's faces, ripples in his eyes.

Zheng Longqiu and the others were certainly not good people, but their status was too high. Ordinary people had no way to interact with them. All killings occurred between cultivators.

It was different from someone like Peng Shiliu, who was born with a fierce nature.

An Qisheng considered himself a peaceful person, so he wouldn't kill people randomly.

"Hmm?"

Zheng Longqiu was slightly stunned.

Feng Changming and the others also breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what do you want?"

An Qisheng saw everyone's reactions clearly but didn't care. He just asked indifferently, "Do you know about cave-heaven tribulations?"

"Cave-heaven tribulations?!"

"Do you want us to resist the cave-heaven tribulation for you?!"

"That's impossible! If we had such means, we would have already cultivated a cave-heaven. How could you have captured us!"

Hearing 'cave-heaven tribulation', everyone was immediately shocked.

'Cave-heaven tribulation' was, as the name suggested, a tribulation targeting cave-heavens. None of the people present, including Xuanji and Feng Changming, had reached the cave-heaven realm.

Asking them to resist a cave-heaven tribulation was no different from killing them!

At that moment, everyone understood An Qisheng's goal.

The tribulation doesn't end with death.

The cave-heaven tribulation was a tribulation that the heavens and earth targeted at cave-heavens. Even if the person died, as long as the cave-heaven didn't break, it would still have to undergo the tribulation, even an endless tribulation.

"Impossible!"

Feng Changming refused flatly, "Cave-heaven tribulations cannot be interfered with by others. Even if we all die, it's impossible to pass Wuyong Daoren's cave-heaven tribulation!"

Not only him, but Zheng Longqiu, Mo Changfa, and the others also shook their heads in refusal.

That Wuyong Daoren was a great power close to being enfeoffed as a marquis. His cave-heaven, even if it didn't seem large, had an extremely high foundation. With that foundation, it could even recover to its peak.

They were only at the myriad-law realm. Facing such a cave-heaven tribulation, there was no chance of successfully passing it!

Not only them, but this Yuanyang Daoren only cultivated a single realm, the True Form, to an outrageously powerful level.

But because he only cultivated the True Form, he didn't understand how to deal with cave-heaven tribulations. If he tried to resist the tribulation with brute force, he probably wouldn't succeed either.

"Yuanyang Daoren, you've cultivated the True Form to such a level, it's rare throughout the ages. But wanting to resist a cave-heaven tribulation may not be possible."

At that moment, Xuanji spoke. This true disciple of the Underworld Moon Holy Land said softly, "If you trust Xuanji, I can vouch for you to join the Underworld Moon Cave-Heaven and ask the Sect Leader to help you break the tribulation."

What people feared most was the unknown.

Before knowing An Qisheng's purpose, she was also a little solemn and worried. But knowing his goal, she was relieved.

A person without desires had no flaws, but if they had desires, there were traces to follow.

And they could respond.

But to her surprise, An Qisheng still shook his head:

"You, I naturally cannot trust."

"You!"

Amidst Xuanji's astonished gaze, An Qisheng smiled faintly: "Who said I wanted you to resist the tribulation for me?"

He took a deep look at everyone, then turned and soared to the summit of Qian Mountain, sitting cross-legged on that huge reclining ox rock, and said softly:

"I don't need you to resist the tribulation for me. Not only that, but I will also help you pass the cave-heaven tribulation!"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it echoed in the hearts of everyone hundreds of miles away.

Help us pass the tribulation?

Feng Changming and the others were stunned at first, then their hearts turned cold: "You, you want to seize our cave-heavens?!"

"You're too vicious!"

Zheng Longqiu's face was ashen, but he didn't curse, because whips of starlight had already risen as he spoke.

But his eyes were filled with boundless fury, and within that fury, there was a trace of fear that couldn't be ignored.

Seize people's cave-heavens!

Everyone fell silent.

They were all the best of the top ten sects and holy lands and had no doubt that they had the possibility of advancing to the cave-heaven realm.

Even if the possibility was small, they believed that one day they would be able to advance to great powers!

"Wishful thinking!"

After the silence, there was an uproar.

Everyone was enraged.

But their cultivation was sealed, and their bodies were imprisoned. No matter how angry they were, they couldn't break free from the imprisonment.

And An Qisheng, sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak, ignored everyone's roars and the sound of whip lashes, and lightly tapped the 'quail egg' in his palm.

催生 (Cui Sheng) - promoting growth, he was professional at it.