Chapter 1 An Qi Sheng's Method

Zheng~

The sound of a sword arose from between his fingers.

An Qisheng stretched out his palm, and a shapeless, qualityless, hiltless longsword emerged.

The Wangquan Sword was formless and qualityless, capable of transforming into all weapons. This was its initial state, a Dao sword, or rather, a flying sword.

In Jiufu Realm, he had planned for sixty years, leaving behind a contingency plan for three thousand years. Only with the Wangquan Sword brought by Tong Zhengyang, a person of great fortune, could he rely on it upon Xuanxing.

The Wangquan Sword was neither gold nor iron, formless nor qualityless, neither Qi nor spirit. It was formed from the Daoist Wangquan's Dao essence.

It not only contained the martial arts evolution of Daoist Wangquan over three thousand years, but was also essentially the Daoist Wangquan's incarnation.

Its existence relied on An Qisheng's unwavering mind.

This sword, in a way, was the manifestation of his mind sword.

It did not require the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth to be driven. Of course, no operation could be without consumption. The Wangquan Sword consumed his Qi, blood, and spirit.

Its existence was also another path for An Qisheng.

If the 'Qi' seed could not be condensed and the physical body collapsed, the Wangquan Sword would be the cornerstone to carry his spirit, the base camp for his blessed reincarnation ground and boundless cave heaven.

When the spirit was attached, it was a cornerstone. When used to kill enemies, it was a divine weapon!

Chi chi chi~

The moment the Dao sword appeared, cracking sounds echoed in the sky.

Then, the sword light spread like a tide in all directions, pouring like water, reaching everywhere.

Before a zombie could fall from the sky, it was torn apart by the omnipresent sword light. Before it could land, it was pulverized by the extremely sharp Qi!

Roar~

A scream flashed and disappeared.

The sword light struck like a waterfall, and the zombies were completely submerged in it.

While none of these zombies had the abnormal physique of the female zombie that was impervious to artillery fire, each was truly impervious to blades and spears. Even sniper rifles could not penetrate their skin.

But under this watery sword light, they melted away instantly, like snowflakes under the blazing sun.

Steel bones, impenetrable defenses, all seemed to have never existed!

Roar~~

One zombie after another disappeared into the sword light.

Some zombies in the distance seemed oblivious, still charging towards the tide of sword light.

Daoist Juechen watched intently.

He saw the tidal sword light enveloping all directions, with what seemed to be a giant dragon rolling within, moving around, and under its shifting movements, one zombie after another shattered, unable to resist.

With his eyesight, he could only see the approaching tide of corpses breaking apart inch by inch, from near to far, all stirred by the omnipresent sword light into particles too fine for the naked eye to see.

Zheng~

The sword's cry seemed to linger, yet the sword light had already receded.

Finally, the dissipated sword light flowed back amidst the ripples in the air, disappearing into An Qisheng's raised palm.

Between the vague traces, Daoist Juechen could sense it.

An invisible, qualityless, and invisible divine sword was chirping softly an inch above that palm.

Hu~

An Qisheng exhaled slightly, the Wangquan Sword having already disappeared into his palm.

The sharp aura immediately dissipated.

His Qi and blood calmed down, and his temples tightened slightly. This sword was a considerable strain on his current physique.

Although, theoretically, he could unleash the full power of Daoist Wangquan with a single sword, the fact was that with his current physique, unleashing such a sword was almost indistinguishable from dismantling himself.

But these walking corpses naturally did not require much effort.

"This sword..."

Daoist Juechen's heart could not remain calm.

This sword was not an illusion, nor a mental suggestion, but a truly extraordinary power beyond the mundane.

Even if An Qisheng had personally taken action, fighting a thousand enemies and killing all the zombies, it would not have been as astonishing.

This was truly a supernatural force.

At this moment, even with his calm demeanor, he had a great interest in the 'adventure' that An Qisheng had experienced.

What kind of adventure could allow him to display such incredible things?

Rumble!

Almost the moment the Wangquan Sword disappeared, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, and rolling dark clouds spread, as if electric snakes wanted to dive down.

It was the conflict and collision of the Wangquan Sword with the magnetic field between heaven and earth that had caused the thunderclouds to gather.

If the Wangquan Sword had not flashed and disappeared so quickly, it would have attracted the lightning.

An Qisheng, however, did not pay attention to the rolling lightning in the sky, but his gaze fell to the distance.

Although these zombies had lost all their memories, they still retained a trace of instinct, and as long as there was instinct, no creature would actively seek death.

The zombies came one after another because of some driving force.

His senses were very keen.

After these zombies were shattered, the twisted souls dissipated into the magnetic field, captured by the source.

The lightning was attracted by the Wangquan Sword, but it lingered.

Because the source of the magnetic field was in the distance.

It was also raging!

Bang!

Bang!

In the dim underground vault, a fishy wind howled, and an eerie red light shone brightly.

The large red coffin trembled, emitting the groaning sound of an old wooden door opening and closing. As the ink fountain lines hummed, large amounts of scarlet blood spurted outwards from the slightly raised coffin seams.

As if a sea of blood was sealed within, the scarlet blood spread like a drink in no time, submerging one dried corpse after another, soaking the large red coffin within.

Whoosh~

As the blood soaked in, the yellowed talismans moved without wind, and a faint golden light shone, colliding with the surging waves of blood.

Making violent corrosive sounds.

And the ink fountain lines soaked in the blood also vibrated, emitting a low roar like a substantial ink dragon, tightly entwined around the coffin.

"A thousand years, a thousand years! How much longer do you want to trap me?!"

A low roar resounded from the coffin.

He had to be angry. This strange place had neither baleful Qi nor turbid air, and it didn't even have the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth!

Moreover, the population was very sparse!

In a month, he had only converted less than ten thousand zombies!

If this continued, he would really die, really die!

The Zombie King was almost immortal and indestructible, but that immortality and indestructibility did not belong to him, Zhu Shang!

It was the Zombie King who would revive every 129,600 years, but the Zombie King was not necessarily him, Zhu Shang!

Boom!

The roaring sound exploded violently, and the blood waves surged even more澎湃.

Woo woo~~

Gradually, ghostly cries that seemed almost substantial echoed from the depths, piercing through the whirlwinds and spreading in all directions.

This wailing sound was too gloomy, colder than the snow that had not melted for ten thousand years in the snowy mountains.

An Qisheng and Daoist Juechen, who were thousands of meters away, both felt a bone-chilling coldness drilling into their bones.

This aura was too cold and stern, and with its appearance, the eerie magnetic field between heaven and earth became many times stronger!

"The source is indeed here!"

Daoist Juechen's eyes lit up, and he took out the locator, stepping forward to rush forward.

This aura was so strange. If it really revived, the consequences would be terrible and unpredictable.

But he had just taken two steps.

An Qisheng had already blocked his path.

"Little Friend An?"

Daoist Juechen frowned, seeming to guess something: "You may have other cards in your hand, but this matter must not be taken lightly. It is best to completely eliminate it."

"Although nuclear bombs are extremely powerful, it is not the time to drop them now. That female zombie could burrow into the ground, doesn't this source's Zombie King know how to?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He had entered a dream in a corner of the Himalayan mountains and glimpsed the situation of the Zombie King Zhu Shang. He was in a coffin, struggling several times and unable to escape.

The coffin and the talismans on it seemed to be the means to seal him.

Dropping a nuclear bomb might not kill the Zombie King, but the coffin would probably be destroyed.

If it failed to kill the Zombie King and instead helped him escape, that would be a great mess.

"This..."

Daoist Juechen pondered slightly.

He had always been a decisive person, but involving the dropping of nuclear bombs required everyone to act cautiously.

Once it failed, the consequences would be great.

"Leave it to me."

Seeing him ponder slightly, An Qisheng said again:

"Compared to nuclear bombs, there is a better way."

"Oh?"

Daoist Juechen frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"

"Heaven and earth interact, the magnetic field changes. Aren't these dark clouds gathering precisely for the Zombie King?"

An Qisheng pointed to the dark clouds gathering in the sky:

"The Zombie King's magnetic field is much stronger than those who see the gods. The reason why he hasn't attracted lightning is because his magnetic field covers a wide area, creating monsters one after another. Second, it's also because he hasn't revived...

Now that he wants to revive, he naturally can't avoid this tribulation!"

The expansion of a life's magnetic field will inevitably collide with the magnetic field of heaven and earth, just like swimming, you can't not touch the water.

But the Zombie King was sealed in the coffin, which seemed to have allowed him to avoid the lightning tribulation.

Theoretically, the lightning clouds might not be able to find the source.

However, he could help him!

Daoist Juechen glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, hesitating slightly.

"If I fail, it won't be too late for you to crush the locator."

An Qisheng said again.

Then, without waiting for him to reply, he had already stepped away, crossing hundreds of meters in the rise and fall of his body, approaching the abyss where Mount Mu was located.

Boom!

Rumble!

As An Qisheng stepped forward, his aura also spread out.

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, electric snakes danced, and the howling hurricane emitted呜呜 cries. In this ink-black sky, it became even more terrifying!

"Flying sword? Dao sword? The style of that sword..."

In the dim cave, in the trembling and struggling coffin, a pair of scarlet eyes moved.

In the Huangtian Realm, flying swords were magical artifacts that only a very few people could refine. Such a ghostly place without even baleful Qi, turbid air, or the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.

Someone could actually refine a flying sword?

How did he do it?

"Thunder? Want to use thunder to strike me?"

In the next moment, as if sensing something, the scarlet eyes condensed, and anger appeared.

Zombies were born from the Qi of resentment, and they hated masculine Qi such as thunder the most. His body was almost immortal. Even the Old Celestial Master of the Huangtian Ten Vices could not kill him. He naturally would not fear thunder, but he would not like to be struck by it either.

"Courting death!"

Zhu Shang gave a low cry, and the cave shattered in an instant!

Boom!

Between the snow-capped mountains, the world shook and the earth trembled, and whirlwinds shattered!

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and looked over. He saw endless wind and snow flying in all directions, and as the air currents rolled and stirred, an eerie and deep aura rose into the sky!