Chapter 1 The Trump Card

'This, is this the trump card you left behind......'

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life looked towards the starry sea, gazing at the distant shore that eyes and senses alike could not cross.

There was contemplation, solemnity, and also a hint of dread and coldness.

"He, shouldn't still be alive......"

Star God murmured, a trace of reverence involuntarily surfacing on his face, even a hint of suppressed fear.

In recent ancient times, someone had counted the many Emperor Venerables of the past three million years, placing Guang Long Supreme alongside the nine most revered figures in human history as the 'Ten Great Heavenly Venerables of the Human Race'.

This was not only to commemorate his kindness in unifying the nine realms and the eleven steps, but also because this Supreme was truly strong and invincible.

He had not experienced the years when Guang Long was alive, but he was born after Guang Long Supreme disappeared, during the most supreme period of the Hegemon's Imperial Court.

He had heard too many legends about that Supreme in his life, and he understood what a terrifying existence he was.

He was strong to the extreme, inspiring awe like a god in countless people. Even after nearly three years had passed, some still firmly believed that he had not died, and some even speculated that he had already become an immortal.

And since his death, for the long years of twenty-eight thousand seven hundred years, his aura still lingered in this universe and starry sea.

It stubbornly blocked all cultivators, and even the Gate Master of Everlasting Life, as powerful as he was, hesitated to take half a step forward, even retreating half a step!

"Yes, he shouldn't be alive anymore...... But if he died, it must be because he didn't want to live......"

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life retracted his gaze.

Would anyone not want to live?

Yes!

And there were many!

But he was not sure whether Guang Long was among those who did not want to live......

"This, is no longer his era........"

Merely thinking of that person, Star God's heart trembled, and he could not control his emotions:

"Those who are missed should not live, those who are revered should be dead!"

"Yes, people revere and miss the dead!"

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life seemed to be filled with emotion, but he said nothing more. He simply lowered the hand that had been pressed against his chest, but a pale blue aura still lingered like mist.

It did not dissipate for a long time, and it did not seem to mean to flow back.

"Gate Master?"

Star God's pupils shrank, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

This incarnation of the Gate Master of Everlasting Life was faintly showing signs of disintegration!

He had just awakened, and was about to fall asleep again?

Was it the battle with this Daoist that had triggered his old injuries, or......

"I woke up this time before my sleep time was up, and the time is not much. If I can't take down that Daoist, it makes no difference whether it's sooner or later."

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life glanced at Star God indifferently:

"You were all created by me, but unfortunately, because of this, you are still a little short of the true Tongtian realm. My frequent sleep is difficult to compensate for. This heavenly change may be able to make up for the final gap for you......"

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain. Those who climb step by step may be able to see the whole picture of the mountain, but in the subtle details, there is still a gap.

The seven people including Star God were created by him. Their supernatural powers are not inferior to other kings, but unfortunately, they are not him, so naturally they do not have his high-level vision and state of mind.

They need to be polished slowly, for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, to truly exert the power of the 'inheritance' he bestowed.

Buzz~

Amidst the vibration of divine will, a scarlet-gold streamer-like light flowed out from the Gate Master of Everlasting Life's palm.

It transformed into a Yang God with a pale face, extremely illusory and ethereal.

"Have you remembered my words?" The Gate Master of Everlasting Life's gaze fell on the Yang God, who was filled with shame.

A thousand years ago, he had sensed the time when the great change in the world would occur, and had warned that no one in the sect should be born.

If the Yang God had not suddenly taken action, he could have waited for the great change in the world, when the essence was complete, to ascend to the pinnacle in full bloom and ask about the supreme.

"Even if I hadn't taken action, that Daoist would not have let it go, since he has already noticed our existence."

Yang God gritted his teeth, enduring the pain that spread from the depths of his soul, and responded in a low voice.

No one can understand how painful it is to be beaten to pieces, and no one knows how painful it is to be completely shattered and then reorganized.

The pain caused was rage.

At this time, he was both ashamed and angry, and even more intense was his killing intent, surging to the limit.

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life glanced at him coldly, his aura like a waterfall, almost shattering the Yang God again: "You would have died if I hadn't come."

Yang God's face turned pale, and he stopped speaking.

Star God shook his head inwardly, but did not stop him. Not only Yang God, but if the Gate Master had not arrived, he himself would have been seriously injured.

"There is no need to be high-profile when you go to the East Continent. Unless necessary, you are not allowed to show yourselves in front of others. You are not allowed to approach that Daoist, let alone provoke him at will. If you see him, retreat!"

The Gate Master of Everlasting Life gave an order, and without paying attention to their reactions, he had already transformed into a pale blue color and disappeared into the void:

"That Daoist suffered a blow from me, and before the change of heaven, it will be difficult for him to recover his vitality. If you hide and isolate your aura, he will definitely not come to your door......"

Amidst the buzzing of divine will, the Gate Master of Everlasting Life had disappeared.

The connection between this starry sky and the outside world also disappeared in an instant. The originally boiling spiritual energy had calmed down invisibly.

The asteroid belt that had been torn to pieces by the previous void explosion was also slowly forming again under the traction of the huge mass of the star, but it had shrunk a lot compared to before.

"Not allowing us to take revenge......"

Yang God lowered his head, looked at his fluttering figure, and his face was extremely ugly.

Although he had not died, he had first lost the spiritual essence he had accumulated for ten thousand years, and then lost the holy spiritual body he had cultivated for nearly twenty thousand years. For him, this was more uncomfortable than death!

Even if he still had a backup plan and could cultivate back, his strength would probably fall to the bottom of the 'Seven Disciples'.

Such a deep hatred, and he was not allowed to avenge it?!

"That Daoist has great supernatural powers and will sooner or later be a great disaster for the sect. We will eventually have the opportunity to repay today's events."

Star God took a deep breath, his mind also filled with many complexities:

"If we go now, can we really take revenge?"

"With the combined power of the seven of us, who in the world cannot be killed! Wasn't that peerless genius from Eternal Star, who was known as the second Guang Long, also strangled by us!"

Yang God's eyes darkened, but he was still not convinced.

In the eighteen thousand years, except for the thousands of years he spent in a daze, he had spent the following ten thousand years in killing and伐, but this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.

The person had not arrived, and a mere stab from afar had almost killed him despite all his efforts!

The strangeness of all his supernatural powers being broken without any suspense made it difficult for him to forget even now.

"At that time, our seven hearts were united, and the treasures were revived together. Now, where can we find such conditions?" Star God shook his head and said no more.

He had watched this battle more carefully than Yang God, and he deeply knew that the Daoist's strength was not comparable to that of the Eternal King they had killed before.

If that Eternal King was the second Guang Long.

This Daoist was simply the reincarnation of Guang Long!

Even if he were to be killed, it would never be possible in his current state.

......

Imperial Pole Continent, East Continent, Great Beginning Holy Land.

Dang~

The bell rang again, and the sound waves spread out, rolling up the wind and clouds.

"What happened again?"

In an extremely distant place, the Great Beginning Holy Master's expression changed, and he felt a little frightened.

He could clearly see that with this bell ringing, the floating patterns and laws of the Great Beginning Golden Bell instantly dimmed a lot, obviously consuming a huge amount of energy.

"This is?"

The short old man's heart trembled, but his attention was not on the Great Beginning Golden Bell, but fixed on An Qisheng.

No one present could see the battle that took place in the depths of the starry sky, let alone know what had happened.

Although he had achieved oneness, it was still not enough to see the battle in the depths of the starry sky.

But he could vaguely feel a breath that was both shocking and definitely did not belong to this Yuanyang Daoist, spreading in all directions from the Great Beginning Golden Bell.

It caused the Great Beginning Golden Bell to ring again.

And in the midst of that aura, this newly promoted Tongtian power suddenly fell to the bottom, as if he had been hit hard.

Most people present could not see anything, but he noticed it.

That aura seemed to have been recorded in the sect......

The two Marquis-level old men looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

That Yuanyang Daoist had ascended to the Tongtian realm without any sign of unfamiliarity. He borrowed the power of the Great Beginning Golden Bell to absorb the essence of the divine arrows from the enemy's attack, and added it to his own unparalleled divine power to launch an attack.

In today's great world, this was a symbol of invincibility. Who could resist it? It seemed that he had even injured this great expert in reverse?

This aura flashed only for a moment, but with their cultivation, they would naturally not doubt that they had seen it wrong.

"Does that aura resemble the one recorded in the sect?"

After hesitating for a moment, the short old man still fluctuated his divine will and transmitted the sound to the stalwart old man.

The latter nodded with a solemn expression, his face also showing shock: "But, more than fifty thousand years have passed, can he still be alive?"

More than fifty thousand years had passed, and even if the Supreme had the roots of longevity, it would be impossible for him to live for such a long time. Could that person still be alive?

"Hard to say, hard to say......"

The short old man's face was hesitant, and his eyes were complex and terrified.

The Middle Ancient Heavenly Change made the later generations unsuitable for cultivation. A period of chaos and confusion lasted for more than a million years. During that period, the foundations of the holy lands were also consumed the most.

It is said that extremely terrifying things happened during that buried period.

Until the recent ancient era, Guang Long ended that period, and there are records in the holy lands that when Guang Long became Dao, 'outer demons' came with various spiritual treasures to attack.

No one knows what happened in that battle, but as a very rare fierce battle in Guang Long Supreme's life, it was naturally recorded by many holy lands.

Among them, there was the aura of that 'outer demon'.

How similar was this aura to the one recorded?

A coincidence?

Or?

The two felt heavy in their hearts, and their gazes towards the white-haired Daoist in the golden bell became even more complex.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

The wind and waves in the golden bell were fierce, and An Qisheng, who was in the midst of it, swayed for a moment. There was no external sign of injury, but if someone looked carefully enough.

They would find that in that moment, his body had a tendency to disintegrate and shatter into particles!

It was just that he had forcibly pieced it together.

"Huff!"

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a long breath.

His eyes dimmed and then lit up again, and the aura in his body changed accordingly, circulating through the numbers of nine and nine.

It was not until he used the 'Taiyi Profound Gate Nine Transformations' and transformed the 'Gate of All Wonders' that he completely neutralized the impact of that aura.

And in his body, which was invisible to the naked eye, there was a mess. His muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs had all suffered terrible damage that was enough to kill ordinary people thousands of times over.

It turned out that An Qisheng had transferred the impact on his Yuan Shen to his body.

The injury to the Yuan Shen was called 'Dao injury' in this world, and it was the most terrifying type of injury.

Even kings could not heal themselves.

An Qisheng would not test the law with his own body, and with his three flowers accomplished, there was no need for him to do so.

And in fact, with his current body, bearing this injury, he was almost shocked to the point of disintegration and transforming into a particle state again!

The horror of the injury was evident.

"Inhale!"

"Exhale!"

After taking a few deep breaths, a hot, gunpowder-like bloody aura was exhaled by him, turning into a substantial flame that scorched the void into wrinkles.

The injury to the body that had been cultivated with the 'Thousand Transformations' was nothing to him.

In the space between breaths, his falling vitality had already slowly risen, and the redness on his face had returned.

Huff~

Raising his eyebrows again and looking around, his eyes were like rain.

Above and below, all the cultivators were surrounding him, but there was silence. The vast world was silent, with only the wind whistling.