Chapter 166 Sound Waves

Sound waves exploded before Da Shi Mountain.

Within the Da Shi Mountain formation, everyone's hearts trembled as they looked up. They saw four figures locked in a fierce battle within a sea of blood, the intensity unprecedented.

"Go and send a message to Yuan Yang Wang!"

As the great formation hummed, two figures, one tall and one short, stepped into the sky, wielding King Sealing Spiritual Treasures as they charged into the sea of blood.

It wasn't just the two of them. Many experts who had come to watch the battle also took action after observing for a moment, seeing that Yuan Duxiu, who wielded three King Sealing Spiritual Treasures and wore King Sealing Dharma Clothes, was at a disadvantage.

After their expressions changed, they all took action.

In fact, the moment the formation enveloped Da Shi Mountain, someone had already arrived before the Tong Tian Tower.

"Senior, outside..."

Before the true disciple could finish speaking, Ying San interrupted him.

"This old man isn't blind."

Ying San raised his eyelids, his slightly cloudy eyes glancing at the disciple. "I can see."

"Uh..."

The disciple, who was originally extremely anxious, was somewhat at a loss upon hearing this answer, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, you may step back and maintain the formation to prevent it from being eroded. Although this formation is powerful, it won't cause much harm in a short time."

With a wave of Ying San's hand, the disciple involuntarily retreated from the misty space.

"What exactly does Yuan Yang Wang want to do..."

Ying San muttered to himself, but his figure had already disappeared before the tower gate.

In the next instant, he had already arrived inside the Tong Tian Tower.

This was a dim and gloomy space, as deep as the night sky or the starry sky. From here, one could see Xuanhuang-colored steps rising into the sky.

Those were steps, but they were more than just steps.

Within the hazy Xuanhuang divine light were mountains, birds, beasts, clouds, and people.

Like a Blessed Land, but much larger.

It was as if someone had used supreme Dharma power to cut out pieces of heaven and earth and place them within.

Ying San stopped in the void, gazing into the distance, faintly seeing the streamer flickering on the first step before the tower gate.

His gaze flickered, and he shook his head slightly:

"These few little fellows have the talent, but they lack a bit of experience. If they don't join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass Xiao Ming Wang's level..."

He saw it clearly.

The many geniuses on the first step naturally understood this principle as well.

But since Feng Xinglie had fought Xiao Ming Wang to a draw before their eyes, how could they join forces?

Wouldn't that be admitting that they were inferior to Feng Xinglie?

For the many geniuses who aspired to the Great Path, this was even more unacceptable than being beaten and fleeing by Xiao Ming Wang.

"The Overlordly Imperial Court was almost entirely created by Xiao Ming Wang. Such figures are rare throughout history. Although these juniors are amazingly talented, their experience is insufficient. Naturally, they cannot fight Xiao Ming Wang!"

A dragon's roar resounded fiercely:

"Throughout history, some experts are stronger in myriad techniques, and some are stronger in Blessed Lands. Xiao Ming Wang has cultivated the Dao of Ten Blessed Lands to the pinnacle. Even when he was sealed as a Marquis, he was nearly invincible at the same level."

A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guang's dragon body lay horizontally in the void, like undulating mountains.

Ying San nodded first, but then sighed: "Only now do I know that my human race is so powerful."

"Hmm?"

Hot smoke billowed from his nostrils, and Ao Guang was puzzled.

Ying San smiled again: "Between non-human races, there is always some affection, even if they are not of the same race, they still have inclinations."

"Ying, you old ghost!"

Ao Guang's eyes flashed with fire, and his aura rose and then fell: "Xiao Ming Wang is a supreme inherited disciple of your human race, can he not be called strong?"

"Which word I said implies that Xiao Ming Wang is not strong?"

Ying San ignored the overwhelming dragon might, stepped forward, and disappeared into the void:

"Throughout history, heroes are difficult to compare. Raising one and belittling another is meaningless. Xiao Ming Wang is indeed powerful, cultivating the Blessed Land to reach the heavens, but Guanglong Supreme has reached the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, while Xiao Ming Wang has only cultivated one realm. In today's world, that junior from the Overlordly Imperial Court has reached the pinnacle of all realms. If they were at the same level, Xiao Ming Wang..."

His voice drifted away.

Ying San's figure disappeared, and Ao Guang's aura also calmed down. He glanced at the group of people in the 'First Step' who were being chased by Xiao Ming Wang with nowhere to run in the sky or on the ground.

He laughed: "Hit them even harder!"

There were thirty-six steps in the Tong Tian Tower.

Ying San walked through them, unable to move or shuttle, only able to walk one step at a time, also witnessing the scenes within each step.

He had followed An Qisheng for a thousand years, personally witnessing the construction of the Tong Tian Tower, and had been endlessly shocked in his heart. Even now, he did not know how all of this had been done.

Even if he knew what was going on.

These thirty-six levels of the Tong Tian Tower not only represented the unperfected thirty-six levels of heaven, but also contained thirty-six 'dream realms' that the Yuan Yang Wang had 'intercepted from his dreams' during his 'Great Dream of Eternal Ages'.

Overlord Xiao Ming Wang… Phoenix Clan Yan Changge… Dragon Clan Great Heavenly King… the various kings of the Middle Ages, the hundred schools of the ancient era…

Witnessing the great powers who had left their mark on the river of time challenge the geniuses of this world, this feeling was too wonderful.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

While Ying San was filled with emotion, he also had a deeper reverence for the Yuan Yang Wang.

Could such power truly be possessed by a Tong Tian realm cultivator?

Having personally experienced it, Ying San knew very well that it was definitely not an illusion created out of thin air, but more like a projection cast from the river of time.

Hu hu~

Ripples spread through the void.

Ying San quickly passed through the thirty-six steps, and his vision suddenly widened, and light followed.

Above the steps were continuous mountains.

Among them, thousands of mountains competed in beauty, myriad beasts ran, vegetation grew lush, and clear water flowed, the scenery was extremely good.

Ying San saw An Qisheng lying on his back before a stone under a waterfall, and the 'Howling Moon Greedy Wolf' with its black fur and unusually strong body.

Before him, a stone tablet floated, faintly showing an extremely abstract and difficult to understand painting, as well as blurred and missing words.

"Yuan Yang Wang."

Taking a step forward and arriving close, Ying San slightly cupped his hands: "Have you seen what happened outside?"

Those with higher Dao are teachers. Although he was older, Ying San was very respectful, even not concealing his awe.

This was not only because he had helped him 'live out a second life', but also because his Dao was high, and it was only natural for cultivators to respect those who went before them on the path.

"I saw it."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and clear water reflected in them, but it was not as deep as his gaze: "The one who arranged the Blood Formation is not unskilled."

"Then you?"

Ying San was somewhat strange. He knew very well the temperament of this Yuan Yang Wang, and he was definitely not the kind of expert who deliberately didn't take action to 'temper' the younger generation.

"The one I'm waiting for hasn't come yet."

An Qisheng slowly sat up, the light in the depths of his eyes slowly disappearing, as if he had just woken up from a dream, stretching his arms: "If they can't even deal with this, what will they do without me?"

"Hmm?"

Ying San's heart trembled: "Without you? Where are you going?"

"Where there is coming, there is going, and there is no banquet that doesn't end."

An Qisheng deeply exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, scattering the eight thousand miles of clear lake water in front of him, and with a flick of his hand, a spiritual fish floated up.

Then it fell, splashing with ripples:

"Just like this fish, it comes out of the water for a while, but it will eventually fall back into the lake."

A thousand years was not a short time.

Not to mention that he had used the Dream Entering method, using the aura of many King Sealing Spiritual Treasures and even Supreme Treasures to 'dream back to eternal ages'.

Crossing through many realms, this was the longest retreat he had experienced.

But this was not because he truly wanted to retreat for so long, but because there was a hidden worry within it.

This hidden worry was not the cosmic calamity that was very likely to destroy everything in the future world.

But rather, he could not stay in the Wanyang Realm for long.

Whether it was Dream Entering the Great Thousand or the Great Thousand Entering the Dream, there was ultimately a limit, and it was impossible to stay there endlessly.

A dream would eventually end.

The Dao power he had spent to enter the Wanyang Realm was 'one million eight hundred and sixty-seven thousand points', which was the limit he could enter the dream, which was one thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven years.

Not a year more, not a year less.

He had been in this realm for more than a thousand years, and he could only stay for eight hundred years.

And the future he had glimpsed, the calamity that would destroy everything, was still more than eight thousand years away!

This retreat was a thousand years for him to sort out his Dao essence, build the thirty-six heavens, and gather his cultivation. Likewise, it was also to stay longer.

At least, he wanted to see what the so-called destruction of the future was.

He had clues, but he was not entirely sure. If he was not careful, he would leave after eight hundred years, and then everything would return to its original trajectory.

Destruction would arrive as scheduled, Yuan Duxiu and Miao Meng would sacrifice themselves, and lead him back. In the end, he would fight against an unknown enemy in the space where everything was destroyed.

The more he cultivated, the deeper An Qisheng felt. Time and space were like a long river roaring, small changes were possible, but the general trend was difficult to change.

What should come will eventually come…

"But…"

Ying San did not know why, but he felt a throbbing in his heart.

When An Qisheng spoke of leaving, he faintly sensed something, as if a disaster was about to befall him, and he would never recover.

This feeling was too real, giving him a sense of dark clouds overhead.

So he opened his mouth to ask, expressing his feelings.

"The secrets of heaven are vast, and changes in the heavens may not necessarily be the prelude to a great era, but may also be the prelude to a great calamity. Everything is difficult to describe."

With a wave of his hand, An Qisheng reduced the stone tablet with traces of other 'Dao Yi Tu Masters' into a token, which fell into his hand:

"What you perceive may be true or false. It may be the interaction of heaven and earth, or it may be the calculations of the Tong Tian realm. Who can say for sure?"

"Even if Tong Tian realm can use the secrets of heaven to spread its thoughts, it cannot affect me."

Ying San shook his head.

Thousands of years ago, he had already cultivated to the peak of being sealed as a Marquis. Even if he had not crossed that threshold, he could not be easily confused without knowing it.

Ying San's heart was inexplicably heavy: "You said you were leaving, and the secrets of heaven had a response. Perhaps…"

Ying San did not say the second half of his sentence, but pointed to the sky.

'Perhaps, the heavens don't want you to leave either…'

An Qisheng did not commit himself, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, seemingly wanting to sleep.

"That formation is strange and bizarre. If you don't take action, I'm afraid…"

Ying San sighed.

An Qisheng used his arm as a pillow, and his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes:

"No one is indispensable. I may not necessarily leave, but they must eventually adapt… to a world without Yuan Yang…"