The tone was ethereal and desolate, as if washed by endless years, filled with ancient meaning.

Its sound wasn't necessarily loud, but it couldn't be ignored.

An Qisheng gazed at the source of the Heavenly Tribulation, his eyes flickering slightly.

In a daze, he seemed to perceive countless scenes from this voice.

Beside a vast ocean, in a small fishing village, an infant was born embracing the sun and moon, grasping both Taiyin and Sun, alarming many sects in a single day...

The young man learned his skills, not worshiping sects, not seeking teachers, emulating the heavens and the earth, traveling the world, feeling all methods...

Adopting the alias 'Wang Quan Dao Ren', he traveled the mortal world, walked the nine provinces, stepped across the four seas, searching for traces of predecessors, leaving behind ruins...

His Dao accomplishments swept across his peers, seemingly invincible from the moment he debuted...

.......

A calm and quiet voice seemed to contain endless images.

With a flicker of his eyes, An Qisheng seemed to perceive his entire life, from his birth to his invincible sweep, from single-handedly planning and guiding the changes in the world, reversing to achieve the Dao, until his later years, sitting on the mountain peak, gazing at the ancient past and the future.

All such things were contained within his words.

Whoosh~

Amidst the circling purple lightning dragons, a figure in a green robe appeared in the sea of lightning, his aura as deep as the sea, his eyes clear but more brilliant than the starry sea.

The man's aura was extremely powerful, with no concealment. Beneath his refined figure seemed to contain the dangers of the starry sea.

Guang Long?!

The man in green stood with his hands behind his back, yet he exuded an aura of supreme dominance that permeated the heavens and the earth. It swept across the Great Thousand World through the sea of lightning, sweeping across the boundless.

"Guang Long..."

Somewhere in the starry sea, the Eternal Life Sect Master's eyes trembled, a coldness rising in his heart, yet also carrying a hint of fear that he himself couldn't detect.

"Guang Long Supreme, is he really still alive?" Some of the older generation of experts trembled in body and mind, unable to control themselves.

"Guang Long Supreme!"

Those who could see the Heavenly Tribulation lightning sea were all experts, but even experts as strong as Di Mitu, who were on the threshold of being crowned kings, changed their expressions.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree!

There were too many legends about this Guang Long Supreme.

He unified the Nine Realms, opened up Qi cultivation, and the Outer Scene Two Realms, benefiting countless cultivators. Some said that he swept across the world and had no opponents before he achieved the Dao.

Some said that he single-handedly pacified the turbulent years of millions of years after the Middle Ages, and some even compared him to the nine most supreme beings of the human race, calling them 'Great Celestial Worthies'.

This was the highest honorific!

As the Supreme closest to the present, there were too many legends about him.

"It has indeed been a long time."

An Qisheng also sighed.

For him, the Jiu Fu Realm was already more than a thousand years ago.

For Pang Wanyang, it was even tens of thousands of years ago. This time could be considered a long time.

Crack~

In the sea of lightning, lightning flashed again, carrying the ultimate light of annihilation, as if to kill a great enemy, or to urge him on.

An Qisheng seemed unaware, his Taiji protecting him from all attacks. No matter how the thunder roared, not a single ray of electricity could reach him.

Guang Long, or rather Pang Wanyang, frowned slightly and reprimanded softly:

"Noisy!"

Whoosh~

It seemed that words followed the law, and the world obeyed.

Before his words fell, the Heavenly Tribulation lightning sea, which stretched for thousands and thousands of miles, had lost its sound and its movement. In an instant, it seemed to have solidified and extinguished.

There was no sound at all.

"At first, I thought you would come with me, and then I thought you were like that Da Yu, like other weapon masters, a supreme avatar sent by the upper realm to seek longevity. It was not until you achieved the Dao that I captured traces of you in the future."

Pang Wanyang looked at An Qisheng and said lightly, "If I didn't know, it would be fine, but now that I know, it would be a pity if I didn't meet you."

In the Heavenly Tribulation lightning sea, facing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Pang Wanyang calmly recounted his experiences.

This was a brand he had left tens of thousands of years ago.

What he wanted was to use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to meet An Qisheng tens of thousands of years later.

"In the battle of life and death back then, I came here with your help to break the Heavenly Gate, and I was also inspired by your Taiji. It would be unreasonable not to thank you."

Pang Wanyang said solemnly, not at all concerned about the Heavenly Tribulation's aura urging him and causing it to riot.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he had expected that An Qisheng would come, and he also knew that when he transcended the tribulation, the Heavenly Tribulation would inevitably attract traces of his Dao essence, so he left this brand.

He directly seized the Heavenly Tribulation phantom, spanned tens of thousands of years, and finally saw An Qisheng.

"Each of us has gained something. It's meaningless to say who gained more or less."

An Qisheng didn't care. If he talked about gains, he had gained a lot from Pang Wanyang in the Wanyang Realm.

Not to mention the Qiankun Circle, Pang Wanyang's inheritance, looking at the past and present for three million years, was absolutely the pinnacle. He was a great achiever who carried on the past and opened up the future.

Without being polite, An Qisheng directly asked the question in his mind:

"Did the Weapon Masters really come from this world?"

Since he knew that the Wanyang Realm was the 'Immortal Realm' after the 'Heavenly Gate' of the Jiu Fu Realm, he naturally had many searches, but unfortunately, it had been a long time, and someone had deliberately covered it up, so he didn't know much.

"Although it feels a bit boring, that's the truth."

Pang Wanyang waved his sleeve, and a rolling thunder roared, turning into two Dao platforms in front of them. He sat cross-legged and spoke with ethereal words that contained truth:

"Who would have known that I was the first 'Heavenly Gate Breaker' in the true sense of the Jiu Fu Realm?"

Pang Wanyang seemed to have some emotion.

In the 30,000 years of the Jiu Fu Realm, there were eight Weapon Masters, ten Heavenly Humans, and generations of Weapon Master inheritance. Until the era he was in 30,000 years later, there were many rumors of ascension.

He thought he was the last one, but he didn't expect that he was the first person in the true sense of the Jiu Fu Realm.

"The Supremes imparting the Dao in the lower realm shouldn't be without a reason, right?"

An Qisheng also sat cross-legged on the Dao platform, talking to Pang Wanyang face to face.

This scene was peaceful and strange, making everyone feel strange.

In the past tens of millions of years, had there ever been such a tribulation?

Discussing the Dao with a former Supreme in the Heavenly Tribulation lightning sea?

This was a bit incomprehensible, but it really happened.

"I've had guesses, perhaps related to 'Heaven'. It seems to have subtle changes and is craving something, but I don't know much about the specifics."

Pang Wanyang shook his head slightly: "I only know that this move by the Supremes is also to pursue the path of longevity."

Since ascending to this world, in the process of searching for An Qisheng, he had gained a lot and also had many guesses, but the will of heaven had always been difficult to ask, and he couldn't verify his thoughts and speculations.

"Longevity? The Supremes also have the foundation of longevity."

An Qisheng nodded thoughtfully: "Have they succeeded?"

Returning to One to be conferred Marquis, reaching the Heavens to be called King, Reaching the Heavens was already the limit of cultivation in this world. To go further and become a Supreme, one must suppress the will of Heaven with the will of the people.

Inscribe one's own Dao into the universe and the world.

This step was no longer cultivation in the ordinary sense, but the tempering of supreme will. At this step, one's will already had the prototype of immortality.

All the conditions for longevity were already in place.

In a sense, living to the '129.6 trillion' years of the Youlin Great World and the Witch God World that the Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child spoke of might be difficult.

But it was impossible to only have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years.

Obviously, as early as countless years ago, some Supremes had noticed something was wrong and had taken action.

The 'Heavenly Gate' of the Jiu Fu Realm might have been opened by 'Heaven', but those who preached and imparted the Dao within were the ancient, even ancient, Supremes of the Wanyang Realm.

For example, 'Supreme Da Yu', 'Supreme Sunbreaker', 'Supreme Heaven Slayer', and other existences, they might not have carried the power of their main bodies.

But their will, their talent, destined them to be able to ascend to the highest level of a world even if they had nothing.

"Perhaps they have, perhaps they haven't. I look at the future from afar and look down on the past. I have seen traces of the emperors, but they will never come back.

As for those who are alive now, they are just a group of monsters that are like humans and ghosts. The predecessors killed a batch, and I slaughtered a batch. Maybe there are still some that slipped through the net..."

Pang Wanyang casually swept across the starry sky, and even a wisp of his aura seemed to be able to overlook the starry sea, causing the Eternal Life Sect Master, who had re-entered the copper coffin somewhere in the starry sea, to jump in his heart:

"Although you have lost the will of Heaven, you have had glory after all. You may try your hand at it."

"The great enemy is not at this time, but in the future."

An Qisheng's expression was calm as he stared at Pang Wanyang: "I heard that those who suppress the will of Heaven with the Dao can peep into the future and understand the past. Have you seen any great enemies in the future?"

Suppressing the will of Heaven with the will of the people was a step further than Reaching the Heavens, like holding the authority of Heaven. Based on this, he could certainly understand many things.

"When the Dao ends, I once gazed at the future and looked at the past. There were many who could be called opponents in the past three million years. If you talk about great enemies..."

Pang Wanyang pondered slightly, seeming to have gained something: "Besides you, I can't think of anyone else."

This was not boasting, nor was it self-admiration. Pang Wanyang said it very seriously, and An Qisheng listened very seriously.

"The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain. What you see and what I see may not be the same."

In the end, An Qisheng sighed:

"In the end, I have to see it for myself..."

Pang Wanyang was ruthless and selfish. In anyone's eyes, he might seem unkind, but such a person would not bother to lie at all.

He knew that he really had not seen the corner of the future that he had seen.

"What if what you and I see is the same?"

Pang Wanyang's expression changed slightly, as if he still had more to say but didn't say it directly: "You have to be careful of 'Entropy'. Under the invasion of chaos, even Supremes will become demons..."

"Become demons?"

An Qisheng didn't care at first, but a flash of inspiration appeared in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered Lao Dan's comment when he dreamed back to the Spring and Autumn Period.

'Slay all desires and demons to become a divine fetus'?

"I originally had the intention to fight with you and discuss the Dao, but you still have troubles, so I won't add to the chaos."

Pang Wanyang stood up, his green robe and long hair dancing together. He gazed at An Qisheng, but his figure slowly became transparent until he disappeared:

"Although the world is wide, it may not be without a day to meet again. On that day, you and I may try our hands at each other to fulfill my long-cherished wish..."

His lingering voice echoed in the sea of lightning for a long time.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the Dao platform, gazing for a long time until a thunderclap exploded in his ear, and he looked back at the center of the Heavenly Tribulation.

There, there was water flowing, the sound of trickling water was endless, and weak white light flickered, but it was even more brilliant than the lightning.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the white light receded, revealing an ancient painting that was broken, mottled, and contained endless truths.

"Dao Yi Diagram..."