Chapter 1 Start

Rumble!

Thunder suddenly erupted amidst the mountains, startling countless beasts and terrifying all birds.

Vast currents of air roared back and forth, stirring up towering dust dragons that ravaged the heavens and the earth, shaking the mountains and causing countless vegetation to bow their heads.

The elite Yaomo Slayer Hall experts hidden throughout the mountains were all alarmed, their expressions changing as they watched the turbulent void before them.

"Seal the aura, don't let it leak out!"

As the group panicked, an aged voice echoed from the distant horizon, and Lin Dong, with his sleeves fluttering, stepped onto the peak of a desolate mountain.

He opened his mouth and spat out a beam of righteous light that stretched for three thousand miles, suppressing the unusual fluctuations emanating from the rolling dust.

"Elder Lin!"

Many experts from the Yaomo Slayer Hall responded one after another, and streams of divine powers roared back and forth, sealing the dust and air waves that spread in all directions.

"Why did they start so soon?"

Lin Dong didn't strike again, but frowned secretly as he looked at the trembling mountains.

He knew very well what was implied behind the scene before him, but it had happened too early.

Whoosh~

Divine power illuminated the mountains, and it took a long time before it stopped.

By this time, countless peaks had collapsed, and countless birds and beasts were wailing in panic, the atmosphere of fear still spreading.

Lin Dong swept his sleeves and stepped to the center of the mountains.

He saw that the mountain where the Yaomo Slayer Hall was located was not different, but the surrounding mountains had become ruins.

In the dust that filled the sky, a figure in white robes slowly walked out, behind him, the place where the underground palace was located had turned into dust.

"Only now do I understand that what I hate is not Tian Ren..."

Ruan Jingfei gazed at the sky, muttering to himself:

"But the whole world..."

"Brother Ruan..."

Lin Dong looked worried, hesitating.

According to common rumors, he was the true master of the Yaomo Slayer Hall, but in reality, the white-robed Taoist in front of him was the true master.

It was not that he taught him the Confucian methods, but that he taught himself.

"No need to persuade me, it's just that years of grudges have been cleared up in an instant, and I feel something in my heart."

Ruan Jingfei came back to his senses, the lost look on his face had been erased, replaced by an almost cold indifference: "He is just the beginning."

Lin Dong sighed in his heart, but he could only nod on the surface.

He could not understand everything Ruan Jingfei had experienced, so naturally he could not persuade him, and instead said, "This time I did see that Lord Yuan, but... that Lord Yuan may not be of one heart with us."

Lin Dong had hidden worries in his heart.

Over the years, even if Ruan Jingfei had made many arrangements, he had not said anything else, but that Yuan Fang was different.

A peerless Yaomo who had truly experienced the Phoenix Emperor's crusade against the heavens, and truly slaughtered the gods, was by no means comparable to the likes of Tian Ren, who was lingering on his last breath.

"You are overthinking it."

Ruan Jingfei didn't care, as if he was extremely confident: "Ancient Yaomo are different from today's Yaomo. He has a deep-seated hatred for the evil gods. Even if he doesn't share our hearts, he won't be an enemy."

"I hope so." Lin Dong nodded and asked again, "Why did you suddenly take action? To find the gods who fell in the Crusade Against Heaven, you still need to take his divine blood..."

During the Phoenix Emperor's crusade against the heavens, countless gods fell.

But how could hidden gods be easily found? If you want to find other gods, you must rely on the divine blood of this Tian Ren.

Tian Ren may not be anything among the gods, but there are not many who can retain their complete divine body like him.

"It's not that I wanted to act in advance, but that there was a sudden change. Tian Ren's divine body was beheaded by someone, and even his primordial spirit was cut in half..."

Speaking of this, Ruan Jingfei couldn't help but frown, the light in the depths of his eyes uncertain: "After the severance of the heavens, the inheritance of the mortal world is almost extinct. Who could be the one who killed Tian Ren?"

A god who fell and was reborn?

A Yaomo who has come into the world?

Or...

"Should we send someone to investigate?"

Lin Dong asked.

Ruan Jingfei's eyes flashed, but he still shook his head: "There's no need to send anyone for the time being..."

Back then, he was too weak and did not truly participate in the Phoenix Emperor's crusade against the heavens, but he also knew how cruel that battle was.

The great masters of the heavens and the earth were almost all dead.

And how many of them had left behind plans to revive in this world was unknown, it would be bad to go and investigate easily.

"Elder, Hall Master!"

In the sound of rushing through the air, many experts from the Yaomo Slayer Hall came here and bowed in salute.

"Get up."

Ruan Jingfei didn't speak, Lin Dong waved his hand on his behalf, asked everyone to get up, and ordered: "The previous earthquake caused a lot of damage here, you should go and repair it temporarily, and don't let the ley lines run away."

"Yes!"

Someone bowed and retreated.

"Feibai, you are in charge of the Qitang Seven Kingdoms intelligence network."

Ruan Jingfei called out to one of them and said, "A war is about to begin in Qitang, I wonder what stage it has reached?"

"Huh?"

The young man called Feibai was slightly stunned, and hurriedly bowed and said: "Outside of Nanhua, there are rumors about Zhenhai Wang Qiao Moke, who is suspected of building momentum.

The imperial court has also made some movements. The Qitang King sent seventy-two envoys to the various Daos, suspected of taking over the military power of the various Daos.

The war between the two sides may begin next year. Although Qiao Moke has no power, he has a high reputation in the army, so his chances of winning may be greater..."

The young man spoke slowly, reporting the many intelligence he had mastered, and also included his own speculation.

"Continue to monitor, not only the Qitang Seven Kingdoms, but also the intelligence gathering in the Eastern Victory Hundred Kingdoms must be accelerated, it doesn't matter if there are some future troubles."

Ruan Jingfei waved his hand and asked him to retreat.

The group came and went quickly, and their doubts were suppressed in their hearts. They didn't believe that a simple earthquake could cause such a big fluctuation.

But Ruan Jingfei didn't speak, and they didn't dare to ask any further questions, so they could only retreat one by one.

"Whenever there is a war in the world, there must be 'Heaven's will' in it. It seems that what should come is finally coming..."

After everyone had left, Lin Dong sighed: "My senior brother is running around everywhere, working hard, but it's not necessarily useful."

The Yaomo Slayer Hall is a loose organization, but that is why it has a large number of people, including even the experts from other forces and sects.

The so-called intelligence network is not cultivated by oneself, but exchanged for various benefits. In this way, the expansion of the Yaomo Slayer Hall far exceeds that of the Lianfa Hall.

And as the Great Elder, he naturally has a lot of intelligence.

In recent years, not only Qitang, but also other countries in the Eastern Victory have seemed to have the potential for war, either from the outside or from the inside.

Of course, this cannot be explained by mere coincidence.

Of course, he can also notice the comings and goings of his senior brother these years.

"Our top priority is to find out the 'Evil Gods' in the world. As for the war between mortals, perhaps we can't control so much..."

Ruan Jingfei glanced at Lin Dong, insightful about his thoughts:

"As for Zeng San, he is an orthodox Confucian scholar, so we can't involve him in our affairs..."

His time was short, so he naturally acted rashly.

The Yaomo Slayer Hall has committed many heinous crimes over the years, and among the Yaomo they have killed, there may be some who are kind-hearted. It may not be anything for a while, but there may be a backlash in the future.

Although he no longer dared to regard himself as a Confucian scholar, he was unwilling to involve the only surviving great Confucian of the current Confucian school.

Lin Dong didn't say anything, but there was a touch of envy in his heart.

At the Confucian succession conference that year, he was taken away by Ruan Jingfei, and to this day, he has never had the opportunity to take the path of an orthodox Confucian scholar.

He didn't regret his choice, but he couldn't help but feel envious.

"Although there is no more divine blood, the accumulation of these years is enough for the time being. The matter of finding the evil gods will be left to Brother Lin."

Ruan Jingfei flicked the dust that didn't exist on his body, his expression calm:

"Once found, either notify me or contact Yuan Fang..."

"Okay."

Lin Dong nodded, without lingering any longer, and turned to disappear into the unscattered smoke and dust.

Whoosh~

The group gathered and dispersed again, and in an instant, only Ruan Jingfei was left alone.

He walked step by step along the ruins to the top of the mountain, lying on a stone, overlooking the rolling sea of clouds, and sighed in his heart:

"Master, you said that there should be a saint in this world, but where is he?"

......

The ancient city is named 'Ning', Longning City.

Although it is not a core city of Longcheng Dao and cannot be considered prosperous, it has a unique sense of tranquility.

After killing Tian Ren in one battle, An Qisheng did not leave directly, but stayed in this small city for a short time, and even bought a small courtyard.

Letting Tu Ba and Cai Xiaobai be quite puzzled.

An Qisheng didn't have the heart to explain, he settled down in this small city and began to study the practice of the various Daos of the Huangtian Realm.

The Huangtian Realm has a long inheritance, far superior to the Human World Dao and even the Wanyang Realm. However, after the Crusade Against Heaven, the Emperor cut off the heavens, and there was no ancient inheritance in the human world, and there was no progress, so it seemed inferior to the Human World Dao.

But in terms of its core, it still far exceeds the Human World Dao.

Because in a sense, the Earth Immortal Dao, or the inheritance of the Huangtian Realm, has never been cut off!

Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, Human World Dao, Wanyang Realm, they may be strong or weak, but no matter how strong or weak, they all have losses.

The inheritance has been cut off, at least, some of the inheritance will be cut off, making it difficult for future generations to know.

But the Huangtian Realm will not.

It's because of the spiritual energy!

Since the rise of spiritual energy, from ancient times to the present, all beings' insights and summaries are all in this spiritual energy and spiritual rhyme.

Even if the inheritance is not written down, and is not passed on to future generations, as long as there are people with high comprehension, they can comprehend the cut-off inheritance from the spiritual energy!

Because of this, a wisp of spiritual energy that vents into the lower realm can completely subvert the inheritance of the Human World Dao, replace it, and distort the heaven's will of the entire human world!

Because that is not just a wisp of spiritual energy, the Dao and Dharma in it can be described as boundless!

"Really, what a big bait..."

In the ancient city, in a small courtyard in the south of the city, An Qisheng leaned back on a rocking chair, at a certain moment, he closed the yellowed ancient book and sighed.

Spiritual energy is poisonous, but it is wrapped in endless honey.

Born in this world, let alone not knowing that this spiritual energy is poisonous, even if you know it, how can you resist such a huge temptation?

Faced with the wisdom, supernatural powers, and mysteries of all the geniuses, heroes, and all the races of all ages, the more talented and outstanding people are, the more unable they are to extricate themselves.

Because they get more.

At this time, An Qisheng understood more and more why strong people like Qiao Moke and Gu Changfeng could not get rid of the poison of spiritual energy.

Because the weight of this wisp of spiritual energy is enough to crush the heavens for all ages!

How can one person's talent and brilliance surpass all the talented and peerless people of hundreds of millions of years?

Even, since contacting spiritual energy, their own Dao and Dharma will also be inherited by spiritual energy!

Until the end, what they have to face is themselves plus all the heroes of all ages, how can they have a chance of winning?

"What bait?"

Sitting under the old tree, Tu Ba, who was playing chess with Cai Xiaobai with a serious face, couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this.

"Haha! Brother Ba, you lost!"

Cai Xiaobai dropped a piece with a 'Pa' sound, annihilating Tu Ba's big dragon, with a smug look on his face: "One piece in the center determines the world, Brother Ba, I have learned your chess!"

Cai Xiaobai's face was full of joy.

These days, An Qisheng taught them to read, write, and study the Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, which made these two little Yaomo miserable. The only fun was this Go.

"You, how can you play the center?!"

Tu Ba's face suddenly changed, clamoring to play again. This time, he placed the first piece in the center.

"Haha. One piece in the center, either a chess saint or a stinky chess player, Brother Ba, you can't even beat me, do you still dare to play the center?"

The little white vegetable Yaomo rubbed his hands, feeling the crushing in terms of intelligence.

Tu Ba was so angry that his face turned red, he only felt that since he pulled this little white vegetable out of the ground, he had become less and less in awe of himself.

The two little Yaomo quarreled for a while before falling silent as the chess game became more and more tense.

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

Of course, Tu Ba wasn't as carefree as he appeared to be. In a sense, he was very hardworking. This could be seen from the fact that he brought books instead of radishes when he moved.

It's just that his comprehension is far inferior to that of the little white vegetable Yaomo.

The little white vegetable, nourished by the aura of a great Yaomo, inherently possesses good luck, and may even have the qualifications of a great Yaomo. Although he is still young, he has already shown an overwhelming advantage.

Drip~

Another drop of sweat fell on the chessboard, and Tu Ba woke up.

Suddenly, he pushed the chessboard away in anger, and pushed Cai Xiaobai to the ground: "I'm not playing, I'm not playing! What Go, it's not fun at all!"

"Brother Ba, you are cheating!"

Cai Xiaobai yelled 'Ouch', and was also a little angry.

"Someone is here, go and open the door."

At this time, An Qisheng spoke, and glanced at Cai Xiaobai.

"Oh."

This little white vegetable Yaomo respected An Qisheng like a god. When he heard this, he respectfully bowed before turning and walking towards the door.

Although it is a small courtyard, it is divided into front and back yards.

As soon as Xiaobai reached the front yard, he heard a series of urgent knocks on the door, accompanied by a rather flustered shout:

"Taoist priest, open the door quickly, open the door quickly!"

"So noisy!"

Cai Xiaobai muttered in dissatisfaction, and casually opened the door.

A handsome middle-aged man rushed in immediately, staggered first, and then shouted loudly: "Taoist priest, Taoist priest. You are right, you are right!

My wife, my wife, is really having a difficult labor!"

"Don't worry."

The handsome man was sweating profusely, and was about to rush into the backyard, but An Qisheng had slowly walked out, and looked at him with meaningful eyes:

"Member Yang, don't worry."

"Taoist priest!"

Yang You grabbed An Qisheng's sleeve and ran out 'Dong Dong Dong': "Life is at stake, life is at stake!"

An Qisheng did not resist, letting him pull his sleeve out of the courtyard.

But he only glanced at the house in the distance with a dark look in his eyes.

In the sky above that house, clouds of cyan mist gathered into a ball, vaguely, there seemed to be a dragon walking in it, making a low but grand dragon roar.