“Things in the world are not simply black and white, right or wrong, nor are there only two choices...”

An Qisheng remained expressionless, his voice as ethereal as smoke:

“Unfortunately, you won’t see it...”

Whoosh~

The long laughter stopped abruptly.

“Yes, I won’t see it...”

Celestial Master Tianji’s body trembled slightly, visibly hunching over. His silver-white beard and hair immediately lost their luster, and a strong, decaying aura spread from within him.

It was as if the scent of old wood from a house that hadn't been lived in for many years suddenly filled the entire cloud boat.

His eyes were cloudy, his skin withered, his face gaunt, and his originally vast life force waned from high to low, finally disappearing completely.

He was dead.

“He, died...”

Feeling the familiar aura of death, Yan Xia Ke was surprised and disbelieving.

But the aura of death forced him to believe it.

This once influential, thousand-year-old Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) old monster had died silently?

Before he entered the Dao, he had already heard of Celestial Master Tianji's reputation, knowing he held an unimaginable position in the Great Qing cultivation world.

A thousand-year Yuanshen, how awe-inspiring!

“Even golden bodies will wear away, and Yuanshens will decay...”

Sa Wuling shook his head slightly.

In sixty years, he had seen much life and death, but the passing of a Yuanshen still touched him.

What moved him was not Celestial Master Tianji's life or death.

But the arduous path ahead.

The Huangtian Ten Fiends, the World-Ending Calamity, and the boundary between life and death.

Whoosh~

With a flick of his sleeve, An Qisheng dispersed Celestial Master Tianji's body with the wind, the remaining fragments falling into the chessboard.

The chessboard shrank, transforming into a point of spiritual light.

An Qisheng flicked his finger, and the point of spiritual light landed in Sa Wuling's palm.

“What did you see?”

Sa Wuling pinched the point of spiritual light, his mind sinking.

Celestial Master Tianji had been cultivating for over a thousand years. He didn't know what he had experienced along the way. The injuries from their earlier exchange were not the cause of his death.

The real reason was that his essence, qi, and spirit had been poured into the chessboard as the chess pieces fell.

He knew in his heart that it was not his time.

But after seeing his teacher, he understood that he was completely out of options.

There was no other way for him to survive the future he had seen.

“Keep it.”

An Qisheng glanced at Sa Wuling.

This chessboard was formed from Celestial Master Tianji's Dao essence and spirit. If he could return one day, it might be an opportunity for him to re-enter the Dao.

If he didn't return, it would still be a rare and wondrous treasure.

Sa Wuling nodded, but he wasn't too optimistic.

Throughout the ages, very few have truly been involved in the cycle of life and death, or rather, only the Netherworld Monarch is truly believable.

Legend has it that the Netherworld Monarch has a mystical book that governs the cycle of life and death, and uses it to help people reincarnate.

But it was just a legend. No one in the world knew if it was true.

Buzz~

At this moment, the Bagua Furnace emitted a huge hum.

Then it rose into the air and transformed into a stream of light, entering An Qisheng's body.

Thump~

Wang E, his entire body crimson red, like a red-hot iron, fell onto the cloud boat like a collapsing mountain, making a heavy sound.

Strands of green smoke rose.

Faintly, one could even smell the scent of roasted meat.

Wei Shaoyou's mouth twitched, unable to believe that the horrifying giant in front of him was the legendary figure who dominated the world, known as ‘First Heavenly General, Loyal Protector of the Dao, Three-Five Fire Cart Wang Tianjun, Manifestation of Mighty Spirit’.

Unlike the Old Celestial Master, who was rarely seen and never truly met,

This Wang Lingguan (Official Wang) was a truly brilliant figure in the Eleventh Huangtian Era.

First Heavenly General,

One Qi Divine Lord.

Grand Spirit Official of the Capital.

There were countless legends about him.

Of course, after this incident, he no longer believed in legends.

Who would have thought that a mere incident recorded in just a few words in legends would attract so many great figures?

Fortunately, he had great luck, otherwise, his bones would have turned to dust.

In comparison, Wang Lingguan's embarrassment was naturally acceptable...

“His physique is strong enough, but it is influenced by that old toad. After this refining, there may be a period of decline, but there will be no future troubles. You can then teach him the Yellow Court Twenty-Four Body Gods Technique.”

An Qisheng glanced at Wang E, who was lying on his back, spouting green smoke, the vertical eye on his forehead red and gleaming with golden light.

“His Eye Divine Power can also be incorporated into the ‘Eye God’. When you teach him the technique, remember not to forget it.”

“As you command, Teacher.”

Sa Wuling had no objections and nodded in agreement.

The Yellow Court Twenty-Four Body Gods, when cultivated successfully, become Divine Powers. The five internal organs, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and even hair can be refined into Divine Powers.

However, Divine Powers are not static. Only by constantly innovating can they become more perfect.

Wang E lay on his back, most of his evil aura dissipated, leaving only a third. All his anger had been burned away by the Bagua Furnace fire.

Now, seeing the white clouds and blue sky, feeling the breeze, he felt reborn.

After a long, long time, he finally caught his breath, and feeling the scorching Dharma Eye on his forehead, he looked at An Qisheng with a complex expression:

“You, what kind of fire is that?”

Wang E sat up, grabbing clouds from the sky to cover his body.

Recalling the flames in the Bagua Furnace, his heart trembled.

Having lived for so many years, he had never experienced pain. No matter what, whether it was a mountain collapsing or fighting a dragon king in the sea, he could not be harmed.

But the flames completely ignored his physique, as if acting on his body and soul simultaneously.

It made his heart flutter and his heart tremble.

“There are three flavors of fire in the Bagua Furnace. The first is Heaven, Earth, and Man. The second is Essence, Qi, and Spirit. When Essence, Qi, and Spirit are refined into Samadhi, the fire transformed from the separated Essence can be called Samadhi True Fire. There is nothing in the world that it cannot burn.”

An Qisheng said.

The fire in the Bagua Furnace was not illusory, but the fire of his Three Flowers, which together can be called Samadhi True Fire.

Of course, his Three Flowers had not yet reached perfection, so this fire had not yet been achieved.

But it was not something ordinary people could withstand. If he hadn't controlled it, even Wang E would have long since turned to ashes. Wanting to refine Golden Eyes and Fiery Eyes was naturally a fool's dream.

“Samadhi True Fire...”

Wang E muttered to himself, his heart filled with awe and yearning for this fire.

Since his birth, his strength and physique could push aside everything. Even if he was no match for something, he would not be as helpless as he was against the Samadhi True Fire.

“So that's how it is...”

Wei Shaoyou watched this scene, his heart understanding.

Legend has it that Wang Lingguan inherited the Old Celestial Master's thunder techniques, but he also practiced fire techniques, and even favored fire techniques more. The reason was here.

Indeed, behind every legend lies something that ordinary people do not know.

But...

Looking at An Qisheng, who was sitting still like a mountain, his aura as deep as the starry sky, his heart trembled again.

Why was it that this Taiji Daoist, who completely overwhelmed everyone, including the Old Celestial Master, at this time, did not leave behind even a single word of legend in later generations?

Who erased his deeds?

The Old Celestial Master?

Or...

“Teacher, is something the matter? Why so urgent today...”

At this moment, Ye Xiaoyi bowed and asked.

She had been by An Qisheng's side for sixty years and knew him very well. He didn't need to be impatient when doing things, and he was always unhurried.

But in this sealed space, he seemed a little anxious.

“After you leave, go your own ways and don't think too much.”

An Qisheng rose to his feet, lightly tapped the ground, and stepped into the air.

“Teacher?”

Sa Wuling's heart stirred. Just as he was about to speak, the cloud boat beneath him burst forth, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the void.

In an instant, it had disappeared.

The sealed space seemed to be non-existent, easily crossing the void and returning to the world.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the sky was ablaze with red clouds.

Below the clouds, mountains stretched for unknown distances.

“Huangtian Ten Fiends, World-Ending Calamity...”

Sa Wuling stood on the cloud boat, overlooking the mountains below, his heart heavy.

He had gained too much from this sealed space. Even with his state of mind, he couldn't help but feel restless.

The path ahead was difficult.

Not to mention the unknowable World-Ending Calamity, just the Huangtian Ten Fiends, who were about to break free completely, made his heart heavy.

The Dharma body of the ‘Toad’, which was not known for its killing power, had already surpassed the limit that a Yuanshen could handle. What would its true form be like?

What about the other Huangtian Ten Fiends, such as Kong, Geng, Bear, Grey Wolf, Python, Ape, and Fox?

What kind of power would the ‘Hui’, which was said to be the most violent of the killers, possess?

“Hoo~”

Exhaling a long breath, Sa Wuling stepped down, and the cloud boat soared through the air, heading straight for Ezhou.

No matter how many difficulties the future held, the task at hand could not be abandoned halfway.

.......

Whoosh whoosh~~

An Qisheng stood on a desolate mountain, overlooking the surroundings, his eyes deep.

The space where the Netherworld Monarch sealed the ‘Toad’ was one where life and death arose, heaven gave birth to life and death, and they rotated and counteracted each other to suppress this old monster.

But the aura of death should have been concentrated under the mountains, sealing the old monster's body.

Originally, the flowers, plants, and trees here were like those outside, like a small blessed land.

But now, the aura of death filled the mountains, the sky and earth were a deathly gray, and poisonous gas permeated for unknown thousands of miles. As far as the eye could see, all the flowers and plants had withered.

This was not caused by his strike, but because this space could no longer suppress this old monster.

The Huangtian Ten Fiends were born from the heavens, rooted in yin energy, evil, and resentment. To completely eliminate the foundation of their existence was harder than ascending to heaven.

Otherwise, why would the Netherworld Monarch, and the ‘Old Celestial Master’ in Wei Shaoyou's memory, suppress them instead of killing them?

Who didn't know the benefits of doing things once and for all?

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they couldn't!

“Can they really be immortal and indestructible?”

An Qisheng muttered to himself, turning his hand to take out the ancient ‘Wishing Altar’, or rather, the Exchange Balance.

Since the Zombie King Zhu Shang could be thrown onto Xuanxing, there was no reason why these old monsters couldn't.

Rumble!

The moment An Qisheng took out the altar, the mountains suddenly shook, and countless rocks fell from the peaks, the earth trembling like waves.

Beneath the cover of earth and stone, ‘Toad’ suddenly opened its eyes.