Chapter 1 Towering to the Heavens

A colossal tower reached towards the sky.

Its xuanhuang (dark yellow) body was covered in various patterns, with faint images of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars, containing an indescribable Dao rhyme.

Gazing at it from afar, an unspeakable emotion arose in their hearts, as if witnessing the Great Dao.

The aura of this tower might not match the supreme treasures they had seen, but its Dao rhyme was vigorous and full of life, meaning its master still existed.

This was something that no supreme treasure could compare to.

Supreme treasures were like the Dao—when a person died, the Dao remained, but there was no chance for advancement. This tower might not be comparable to a supreme treasure at this moment, but its master still existed, which meant there were infinite possibilities.

"Xuanhuang Qi? Isn't that the Qi of Primal Chaos that only supreme beings can condense?"

Chu Yunyang's pupils shrank, his heart shaking violently.

Heaven and earth, xuanhuang, the universe, vast and desolate, xuanhuang qi was also known as the Qi of Primal Chaos, said to contain the origin of heaven and earth, and was an aura that only supreme beings could absorb and condense.

It was also the main material for refining supreme treasures.

Apart from supreme beings, even top-tier kings would need to wield a supreme treasure to barely absorb and condense a small amount of this aura from heaven and earth.

Yet, at this moment, they were seeing a towering pagoda condensed from xuanhuang qi!

Even though the few people present were knowledgeable, their expressions changed slightly. Even Yuan Yang Wang, who had stepped into the top-tier king realm a thousand years ago and had the Da Shi Golden Bell to command,

would not have been able to absorb so much xuanhuang qi in a thousand years. Not to mention a thousand years, even ten thousand or a hundred thousand years would be impossible!

This was not a matter of time...

"It's not all xuanhuang qi."

Qu Yun's eyes moved slightly, "There are other divine metals in it, but there are too many..."

Over the past thousand years, this Yuan Yang Wang had 'borrowed' spiritual materials from many sects and holy lands in Eastern Continent, but the amount of divine metal contained in this xuanhuang tower

was likely to exceed the total amount in the entire Eastern Continent.

Unless he had the ability to create divine metals or to reverse-refine other spiritual treasures into divine metals, how could he collect so much divine metal?

Everyone's hearts were shaken, but Feng Xinglie seemed unaware, walking ahead of everyone. With a single step, he arrived in front of the towering pagoda.

The others followed suit.

Only then did they see a person sitting quietly in front of the tower. He had been there all along, but everyone had been so shocked by the xuanhuang tower that they hadn't noticed.

Now that they had calmed down a little, they saw the old man shrouded in the light of dawn.

His hair and beard were all white, his figure hunched and thin, and his closed-eyed face was full of wrinkles, looking extremely old.

But everyone who looked at him felt reverence.

Some of the people present recognized this man.

"Ying San..."

Someone whispered. It was Zhao Zhen, who had seen Ying San climbing the mountain to pay respects to Yuan Yang Wang a thousand years ago.

His heart was heavy, even a little incredulous.

Ying San, who had been on the verge of death a thousand years ago, was still alive? Even if he had consumed the fruit of a longevity spiritual root, this was a bit too bizarre.

A person's life had an end. Looking at his appearance, he didn't seem like someone who had lived a second life, as the legends said. How could he have extended his life by a thousand years when he was on the verge of death?

"Grandpa Ying San, you're still alive?"

Seeing the old man, Feng Xinglie's expression shifted slightly. He spoke, seemingly recognizing Ying San.

Ying San sat cross-legged like a mountain, slowly opening his eyes. His slightly turbid eyes fell on Feng Xinglie, "Little Friend Feng's progress is so great that this old man is ashamed."

Ying San, who had been approaching the threshold of becoming a king a thousand years ago, even three thousand years ago, naturally had rare insight.

He could see Feng Xinglie's state at a glance.

He felt admiration and sadness.

"It's just that you were born at the wrong time, old sir. If you had been born three thousand years later, perhaps your achievements would have surpassed mine."

Feng Xinglie sighed slightly.

Ying San was undoubtedly a legendary figure of his generation. Three thousand years ago, he was already approaching the threshold of becoming a king. If not for the changes in the world, he would have become a king long ago.

"Time and fate, there's nothing to say."

Ying San shook his head slightly, glanced at the group of people slowly approaching, and said, "I know why you've come. Although I'm cultivating here, I won't stop you. The towering pagoda is behind me. Make good use of it."

"Grandpa Ying San."

Zhao Zhen's heart stirred, and he asked, "Is Yuan Yang Wang at the top of the tower?"

"Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn't."

Ying San's eyes were deep, with a hint of reverence, "Yuan Yang Wang is cultivating the Great Dream of Eternal Ages, and has been asleep for a thousand years. Although I've been here for many years, I don't know where he is."

"Great Dream of Eternal Ages, asleep for a thousand years?"

Everyone's hearts stirred, "What kind of divine power is that?"

Cultivators did not need sleep, and they did not believe that an existence like Yuan Yang Wang would really need to sleep. He was probably cultivating great divine powers in his dreams.

But what was this Great Dream of Eternal Ages?

Could it be that he could dream back to the Middle Ages, the Ancient Times?

"Perhaps there will be an answer after entering the tower."

Ying San said, slowly closing his eyes, no longer paying attention to the questions of the others.

"This space..."

While the others were questioning Ying San, another young man stepped into this place, frowning slightly after sensing it, "Something seems wrong..."

"The Holy Son of the Dark Moon, 'Qi Su Ming,' he's here too?"

Chu Yunyang looked back at the newcomer, frowning slightly.

This 'Qi Su Ming' had extraordinary talent and was not very old. It was said that the Great Elder Qi Shenyu of the Dark Moon Holy Land had sensed the secrets of heaven for many years and gave birth to this unicorn child at the most appropriate time.

Of course, 'Qi Su Ming' was only one of them. The Great Elder Qi had sown his seeds with thousands of people at once, giving birth to nearly ten thousand children.

'Qi Su Ming' was the most talented among them. It was said that he had inherited the mantle of the Dark Moon Holy Land and could communicate with the supreme treasure 'Dark Moon,' and was already faintly the Holy Master of the Dark Moon.

"Brother Qi, what did you discover? Is there something wrong with this place?"

Someone recognized 'Qi Su Ming,' noticed something unusual, and asked.

Qi Su Ming shook his head slightly, "Perhaps I'm mistaken. I just feel that something is staring at me in this void..."

"Hmm?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. Then, powerful wills surged, sweeping across the void, but they found nothing.

But no one would think that Qi Su Ming was talking nonsense. They all became cautious. Someone asked Ying San, but received no response.

"Xuanhuang Tongtian Thirty-Six, can I only see you after crossing it..."

Feng Xinglie murmured to himself, not even caring whether there was danger in the tower. While many people were shocked and pondering, he stepped into the wide-open tower gate.

Buzz~

With a single step, something changed.

It was as if a bronze bell rang directly in his heart. The buzzing sound resounded through his mind. In a daze, Feng Xinglie seemed to sense the aura of the passage of time.

Mysterious and bizarre.

For more than a thousand years, he had long been accustomed to tearing through the void, but this feeling was completely different.

This was not a change in the void. He felt a strong aura of time, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Hoo~"

Feng Xinglie casually pinched, pulling out a wisp of aura from the void, murmuring, "This is the aura of the Near Ancient Era..."

A thousand years was a vast change, let alone thirty million years?

From the Mythical Era to the Ancient Era, from the Ancient Era to the Near Ancient Era, heaven and earth had their own unique imprints and auras throughout the long years.

The strong could distinguish everything from which era it came from, based on the aura.

Buzz~

The hazy, distorted mist dissipated before his eyes.

The outside world was gradually reflected in Feng Xinglie's eyes. At first glance, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"This, this is Guang Hai?!"

A voice full of shock and disbelief rang out, followed by Chu Yunyang's drastic change in expression and horror.

The scene before him shocked Chu Yunyang's heart, as if he were in a dream.

In the night sky, a bright moon hung high in the sky. Beneath it, the 180,000 li 'Guang Hai' was hazy with misty waves, brightly lit and illuminated by divine light.

Although it was night, it was even more lively than daytime.

Ships could be seen coming and going, with cultivators sitting opposite each other, either clinking glasses or discussing the Dao.

This scene was familiar yet strange.

The others who came in also paused, thinking that the tower gate was a domain gate and that they had traveled through the void to the Central Continent.

But upon closer inspection, they discovered the clues.

The scenery was still the same, but the clothing of the people was different, with a strong Near Ancient style, and even some customs from the Middle Ages.

The aura between heaven and earth was also different.

This was clearly the Near Ancient Era!

"This, this..."

The group looked at each other, all shocked and speechless.

They were all Marquis-level achievers, and there were experts like Feng Xinglie who were infinitely close to the King Realm. No illusion could possibly confuse them.

Some of them had used obstacle-breaking divine powers, but everything remained the same, as if it were all real.

In that instant, everyone fell silent, sinking into a deathly stillness.

Including Feng Xinglie, who was gazing at the Bashi Imperial Court shrouded in clouds and light on Guang Hai.

"Guang Long Supreme brought together the nine realms, opening two more steps, surpassing the sages, and setting the cultivation realms. It is a great honor for us to participate in such a grand event!"

"Millions of years have passed since the Middle Ages before Guang Long Supreme achieved the Dao. I really don't know how talented the Supreme is..."

"The Supreme has not appeared for ten thousand years. How wonderful it would be if we were destined to meet him?"

…

Feng Xinglie listened carefully and heard the conversations coming from Guang Hai.

"Is it really the Near Ancient Era?"

Feng Xinglie murmured to himself, then, in Chu Yunyang's changed expression, he took a step forward.

Boom!

The earth-shattering, heaven-splitting air wave rushed into the sky, and the waters of the 180,000 li Guang Hai stood up, like thousands of water dragons rising into the sky, roaring.

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

The tide surged in Guang Hai, and countless ships and palaces were submerged by the waves. Many people were in a sorry state, roaring and rising into the sky.

There were even those with soaring momentum, who unleashed shocking divine powers and slashed towards Feng Xinglie, who was stepping into the sky.

"A Qi travels a thousand li, Ding Yuan One Sword? That's my family's ancestor?!"

Looking at the figure with a seven-point resemblance to himself, Zhao Zhen's heart shook, but before he could even think about it,

he heard a knife cry that tore through the sky.

The purple thunder knife cut through the sky like lightning, scattering endless purple light. The knife energy, like a galaxy, instantly submerged the incoming figure.

"Feng Xinglie!"

Even though he knew that this was most likely not real, Zhao Zhen was still furious. How could he watch someone kill his own ancestor in front of him?

He roared and was about to soar into the sky, but he only heard a majestic heavenly sound exploding in the sky.

A jade-like hand appeared from the sky, filled with millions of miles of cloud streams and violent winds.

A finger pointed down!