Chapter 1 What is This?

Yi Feibai's expression shifted slightly as the icy sensation entered his mind.

In a daze, everything before his eyes began to peel away, and in what seemed like less than a second, everything had undergone a complete transformation!

Heaven and earth peeled away before his eyes, rising higher.

All around, the void spread, a dim expanse.

Before him was a staircase made of white jade, each step immensely large, over a hundred meters in length and width, and over thirty meters in height.

The steps rose layer upon layer, and at the end of his vision stood a gate exuding an aura of endless desolation.

The gate was extremely tall and large, emitting brilliant white light, the source of all light in his vision.

He looked around and found himself standing on one of the steps, behind him was utter emptiness, an absolute darkness with no visibility whatsoever.

"What is this place?"

Yi Feibai was stunned. How could I have come to such a place?

Is it... that locust wood token?

A realization dawned in Yi Feibai's mind. His fingers trembled, and he found that the locust wood token was still in his hand.

As he looked at it, the token trembled slightly and turned into a stream of light that disappeared into the palm of his hand.

Buzz~

Then, a mechanical, cold, and emotionless voice seemed to echo in his ears and heart:

Welcome to the Samsara Blessed Land.

As the voice rang out, information about the Samsara Blessed Land began to flow through his mind.

The Samsara Game, whether it was a game of gods and demons or a creation of heaven, contained endless mysteries. Completing the game would grant rewards.

And what lay before him was the first level of the Samsara Blessed Land.

The Endless Staircase.

Each step had an enemy. Defeating the enemy would allow him to pass and receive a reward.

And at the end of the staircase was the true Samsara Blessed Land.

"Samsara Blessed Land..."

Yi Feibai's heart trembled as he looked at this creation, which seemed impossible for humans to build. It was all unbelievable.

Buzz~

At this moment, a soft sound rang out.

In the distance, amidst the swirling white light, a figure emerged.

It was a man dressed in a gray short jacket, carrying a short knife, dressed like a bandit from a TV show ambushing someone on the road.

He held a snow-white long saber, grinning hideously, his body filled with a bloodthirsty aura.

As the figure emerged, the white light behind him spread and swirled, forming a line of large characters that flashed and disappeared:

Su Er, a bandit from Snake King Mountain, is skilled with a short knife and kills people like cutting hemp.

"Snake King Mountain? What kind of place is that?"

Yi Feibai's eyes narrowed slightly.

Watching the bandit approach step by step, exuding a murderous aura, he remained calm on the surface but inwardly called out to the Samsara Blessed Land, choosing to withdraw.

Buzz~

A burst of dazzling white light flashed before his eyes, the world spun, and after a dizzy spell.

Yi Feibai stumbled, as if he had been hit head-on with a hammer, seeing stars. If Mei Liangxin hadn't been quick to support him, he would have fallen headfirst.

"Feibai-ge, what, what's wrong with you?"

Mei Liangxin's expression changed.

He had no idea what had happened to Yi Feibai.

"N-nothing."

Yi Feibai's expression changed several times, but he finally shook his head.

The locust jade pendant in his hand had disappeared, but he could still sense the existence of the Samsara Blessed Land. It seemed that as long as he willed it, he could enter.

But he dared not be careless.

Entering and exiting the Samsara Blessed Land consumed energy. He was not in good shape. If he forced it, he might faint.

"Go, order a table of food."

Yi Feibai said calmly, suppressing his thoughts.

"Ah? President Yi, didn't you just eat?"

The tall woman was slightly stunned.

"Martial artists get hungry quickly..."

Feeling the rumbling in his stomach and the indescribable hunger, Yi Feibai waved his hand calmly.

Mei Liangxin subconsciously glanced at the room, seeming to understand.

"By the way."

Yi Feibai looked at Mei Liangxin: "Help me check who handled this package along the way."

"Ah?"

Mei Liangxin was taken aback.

...

"Infinite Cave Heaven?"

Jing Xiaolou looked at the steps stretching to an extremely high place, uncertain and suspicious.

Is it that token?

Jing Xiaolou touched his clothes. The fibers and material of the clothes were normal.

He bent down and touched the white jade-like steps. They were cold to the touch, and the patterns on them were also normal.

It all seemed real.

However, he had followed Xue Zheng for twenty years, and with Xue Zheng, he had read countless ancient books, Daoist texts, and Buddhist scriptures. He knew very well that grandmasters had always appeared every few hundred years throughout history.

However, gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters did not exist.

He did not believe in any Infinite Cave Heaven and thought he was being hypnotized.

"After I reached the Hua Jin realm, even the most skilled hypnotist couldn't hypnotize me. But with just a locust wood token, even Mu Longcheng couldn't hypnotize me..."

Jing Xiaolou rubbed his chin, feeling somewhat uncertain: "Could it be that this thing really exists?"

Buzz~

Light flickered, and the bandit carrying the long saber walked out.

"Su Er, a bandit from Snake King Mountain..."

Jing Xiaolou tilted his head, standing loosely.

Whoosh~

The short blade broke through the wind.

Jing Xiaolou slightly sidestepped, allowing the cold saber to pass close to his face, and muttered to himself, "The wind of the blade is no different from the outside..."

Whoosh whoosh~

The short blade danced, like splashed ink, revealing the person's extraordinary swordsmanship.

Jing Xiaolou moved his feet, wandering on the hundred-meter-wide steps, dodging the blade light while sensing the changes in his own body and the enemy's.

He had achieved Hua Jin early and mastered his fist techniques, so he had an extraordinary control over his body. Even in the midst of the fight, he still had the mind to feel.

"The changes in muscles and bones, the wriggling of the skin, the movement of the joints, the sound of the blade cutting through the wind, there's nothing different..."

Jing Xiaolou was inwardly suspicious.

No hypnosis could be so real.

"Let's see!"

Jing Xiaolou's heart stirred, and at the moment the blade light fell, he squeezed in.

He stomped his foot and raised his long arm.

Like an old elephant drinking water by the river, he suddenly let out a long roar, and before the bandit could raise his short blade, he had already slammed heavily into his chest.

Bang!

The bandit's body shook, and he was knocked to the ground, his chest bones broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The feeling of impact is no different, and there's nothing wrong with this bloody smell..."

Jing Xiaolou still felt unbelievable.

This was too outrageous.

Buzz~

At this moment, a change occurred.

The corpse on the ground and the blood coughed up instantly turned into streams of light that flashed past, entering his body at a speed that he could not even dodge.

Then, a strange swordsmanship technique that he had never learned before was memorized in his heart.

It was as if he had mastered it a long, long time ago and was now recalling it.

"This is actually real?!"

Jing Xiaolou's heart wavered.

As the blade light disappeared, the steps suddenly rose, carrying him up and quickly leveling with the steps above.

Then, in the center of the steps, which were now twice as large as before, a wisp of white light flickered.

A middle-aged swordsman wearing a bamboo hat, a long saber at his waist, a cold expression, and indifferent eyes stepped out.

The white light flashed with large characters:

Zhao Qiandu, an inner disciple of the Twelve Linked Forts, is skilled with a long saber and is a cruel person.

"This one seems to be much stronger than the last one..."

Jing Xiaolou's pupils shrank, sensing a trace of danger.

With a saber in hand, the lethality was more than ten times greater than being empty-handed!

This swordsman's strength seemed to be not much weaker than his own, and with a long saber in hand, he had the strength to kill him!

...

Somewhere in an enforcement base.

Teams of enforcement officers were practicing military boxing on the training ground, shouting loudly.

Military boxing was the foundation of military martial arts techniques. Whether it was for strengthening the body or defeating the enemy, it was better than ordinary folk boxing techniques. It was even more lethal than modern combined boxing techniques such as kickboxing and Sanda.

At the edge of the training ground, a tall and slender young man was standing straight under the blazing sun, watching the enforcement officers in the training ground practice boxing meticulously.

Tap tap tap~

At this moment, someone came over with a goose step.

With a crisp salute:

"Captain Tan, letters from your family have arrived!"

"My family? Letters from Shifu?"

Tan Jingshan's heart trembled, and his eyes turned slightly red.

It had been more than two years since he came down the mountain. Because he was very intelligent and made rapid progress in martial arts, he had become an enforcement captain in just two years.

But it had also been two years since he had seen Shifu.

"Thank you!"

Tan Jingshan returned a salute and accepted the letter with both hands.

He held it for a while before slowly opening it.

As he pulled out the letter, something seemed to fall out of it.

He was quick to grab it, and his body shook. A cool, cold current flashed across his body:

"What is this?"

...

At the end of the towering steps, beneath the majestic gate.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, with the Wang Quan Sword across his knees.

The Wang Quan Sword was formless and intangible, neither Qi nor spirit. Its fundamental material was not any metal, but the divine will of Daoist Wang Quan, as well as the wisdom of the generations of the Wang Quan Seven Sons and Daoist Wang Quan over the past three thousand three hundred years.

Just as he stood above the two-realm system and could walk higher, the successive Wang Quan Seven Sons and Daoist Wang Quan were all the most outstanding talents of their time in terms of luck and comprehension, who were discovered through the Wang Quan Sword.

After these outstanding talents received his inheritance, they would naturally be able to go further.

For An Qisheng at this time, they were all quite helpful. The successive Daoist Wang Quan had greatly expanded and evolved his five-style freehand combat techniques. There was even one Daoist Wang Quan who had gone a step further beyond his Five Qi Towards the Origin realm, achieving the Three Flowers Gather on the Crown, which he had given up in order to forge the Wang Quan Sword!

"There are so many outstanding talents in the world..."

An Qisheng sighed softly and lowered his eyes to look below the steps.

At this time, many people were climbing the steps, and they thought they were the only ones climbing. In fact, he had sent out a total of ninety-nine invitations with Tong Zhengyang's Yin spirit.

These ninety-nine people, except for Tan Jingshan, were all fist masters above the Dark Force realm, with excellent willpower, comprehension, and resources.

However, the strongest among them was Jing Xiaolou.

Grandmasters in the Embracing Core realm and above had unpredictable whereabouts. Unless he went himself, ordinary people would not be able to deliver things to them.

As for the Seeing Divinity Grandmasters...

As far as he knew, the only one who could be seen regularly seemed to be Mu Longcheng!

"If Mu Longcheng is pulled in..."