Chapter 1 The Old Taoist

The old Taoist's expression was indifferent as he lowered his eyes, looking down as if at ants.

From beginning to end, he had never placed anyone in this city in his eyes, just as mortals would not care about the ants beneath their feet.

Stronger ants were still ants.

The reason he had borrowed a body to descend was only because the 'Alliance of the Saints' had some constraints on the gods as well.

But, it was only some constraints.

As long as it was passable on the surface, who would go against themselves for the sake of a mere thousand or so ants?

Whoosh~

Endless shadows flowed down, his five fingers like mountains slowly descending, scattered rays of light falling, bringing a despair more profound than darkness.

"No..."

An unspeakable terror filled the Zhenhai King's mansion, despair rising uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

Some wailed, some cried, and some collapsed on the ground.

Divine Might!

Divine Might!

Under the suppression of absolute power, even Abbot Gu Yue, except for Qiao Mo Ke and the others who had formed a battle formation, felt their minds tremble.

Under the pressure of that immense divine power, they were almost prostrate on the ground.

"Shameless to the extreme, daring to call yourself a 'god'? You're just a demon! We'll fight him!"

"Fight! His body is decaying and rotten, let's break his physical body first!"

"Kill!"

A sharp, cold light flowed down, and Qiao Mo Ke could no longer endure.

He stomped down, and the dragon and elephant shadows entwined behind him roared in unison. The dragon raised its head, the elephant swung its trunk, swallowing the shadows and battle qi behind them like whales.

In an instant, Qiao Mo Ke's body swelled uncontrollably. The dragon and elephant shadows coiled around him, spewing out everything as he stepped forward and punched.

"Great Dragon Elephant Celestial Art!"

Roar~~~

A earth-shattering roar shook the air.

Following it was the eruption of aura from dozens of guest masters, including Qiao Mo Ke. Everyone, at this moment, concealed nothing.

Abandoning everything, entrusting everything to Qiao Mo Ke, just like the past decades when he conquered various countries and destroyed various kings.

But even their once invincible strike, the pinnacle of war they placed their hopes on, did not move the old Taoist in the slightest.

He looked down at the tiny figures in the small mansion in his palm, as small as dust, without even the slightest change in expression.

His five fingers continued to close, slowly but irresistibly, with an unyielding dominance.

"If a god wants you to die, you have no choice but to die!"

Boom!

In the next moment, in everyone's horrified, shocked, and incredibly disbelieving gazes, that torrent of fist intent, unleashed with the power of everyone, which had once killed many great enemies.

It shattered without suspense, like an egg under a falling mountain.

So easily...

Boom!

The earth shook, and the royal mansion collapsed inch by inch. Countless pavilions, towers, rockeries, and lakes were all shattered.

That was the aftermath of Qiao Mo Ke being knocked down from the sky by a single blow, crashing into the ground.

Crack~

A terrifying crack spread from the front gate of the mansion all the way to the back, as if the entire Zhenhai King's mansion would split apart in the next instant.

"Pfft!"

In the dust-filled sky, Qiao Mo Ke coughed up blood, his features stained red. In that moment, even as tenacious as he was, his heart could not help but waver.

When he first saw the old Taoist, he had already seen that he was unfathomable, but no matter how he imagined it, he never thought that the old Taoist would be so powerful.

Was this, a god?

Crack!

His heart was shaken endlessly, but Qiao Mo Ke's movements were not slow at all. He shattered the ground with one foot and soared into the sky like a dragon.

The shattered blood qi and mana manifested the dragon and elephant shadows again, but unlike before, the previously golden and sacred dragon and elephant now exuded a bloody red aura.

It was a desperate attempt!

"Your Lordship!"

"Father!"

Exclamations came from the royal mansion, and all the guest officials, bleeding from their seven orifices, roared and rushed into the sky, their lifelong cultivation of mana surging out.

Not even caring about their cracking Golden Cores.

Desperate!

Kill!

"Great Strength God, Great Strength God!"

Qin Honghai called out to the Great Strength God countless times in his heart, but there was no response. Finally, he gave up completely and roared as he rushed into the sky.

So what if he died, he had never been afraid!

Cultivators feared death and sought life, but everyone present had crawled out of piles of dead bodies. They would fear, worry, and be afraid, but they were not afraid of death!

For a time, the situation inside and outside the royal mansion changed drastically, and almost everyone was fighting desperately.

Only Qiao Ci'er in the courtyard did not move. She held her trembling mother with one hand and her younger brother with the other.

Biting her teeth, with a cold face, she looked around at the dark void around her, which had lost its light because the giant finger occupied the space, trying to find a way out.

"Divine Might..."

Feeling the almost distorted void around him, as if being kneaded by a large hand, An Qisheng's heart stirred within the Bodhi tree:

"Captured..."

Buzz~

Strands of golden light rose in his heart, gathering slowly. This was the mental imprint of the old Taoist outside.

Perhaps he simply didn't care about Qiao Mo Ke and other 'mortals,' or perhaps he was always like this.

But in any case, at this moment, An Qisheng captured the old Taoist's primordial spirit imprint, or rather, the traces he emitted between heaven and earth.

However, perhaps the primordial spirit coiled within the old Taoist's body had some secret technique, the process was so slow that An Qisheng couldn't help but frown.

However, although he could not completely condense his primordial spirit imprint, An Qisheng had already captured subtle information and saw the origin and background of the primordial spirit within the old Taoist's body.

"Imperial Heaven Divine Court..."

He murmured in his heart.

He had once vicariously peeked into the future trajectory of the entire Human Realm. In those countless possibilities.

No matter what method he used to unfold in the Human Realm, he would ultimately be unable to avoid the disaster of destruction, as if everything was already destined.

And among the few great enemies who had been glimpsed briefly and could not be seen in detail, there was the Imperial Heaven Divine Court.

This ancient and powerful force, which had existed for countless years, had destroyed the entire Human Realm more than once.

"A Night Wandering God?"

An Qisheng murmured in his heart, but he had already directly activated the Da Yi Diagram.

Having severed his primordial spirit, he had temporarily lost his sense of the remaining two Da Yi Diagram fragments, and naturally could not use the two great divine abilities, 'Great Derivation Celestial Connection' and 'Creation.'

But the 'Omniscience' divine ability on this first Da Yi Diagram fragment operated without hindrance.

Buzz~

As An Qisheng's thoughts turned, the information he had glimpsed had already been transformed into the text he was most familiar with in the water-like ripples of the Da Yi Diagram.

Consuming 990,000 points of Dao Power (due to the lack of a complete imprint and the target being shrouded by divine laws, the insight consumes a hundred times more)】

Li Chongsan (Night Wandering God)】

Trajectory of Fate 1: A 'god' born from the Heavenly Emperor's Court capturing the yang and masculine energy of heaven and earth, living by clinging to the yang energy, born with longevity,

Not bound by heaven and earth, only subject to the rules of the Imperial Court. With a thought, he can observe thousands of mountains and rivers, and with the power of the 'Six Yangs' he can monitor all realms.

During the 'Phoenix Emperor's Campaign to Conquer Heaven,' he was injured by the aftermath of the first demon of all time, 'Kong,' who shook and killed the Sky Bearing War God. His body suffered damage from the Five-Colored Divine Light, and his main body slept in the 'Great Sun' for 50,000 years and could not emerge.

Because he received the Imperial Decree, he had no choice but to transform himself to spy on the Land Immortal Realm, seeking the Western New Saint born in the Eastern Pole of Heaven...

His divinity carries the tyranny of flames, and because he was born in the extreme sun of heaven, he despises all those with humble origins...】

Died in the Imperial Calendar 12,000 Epochs, 84,000 years, killed by White Impermanence Xie Qi!】

Level Evaluation: Three Stars! Golden Core Nine Revolutions Forges Divine Powers, Primordial Spirit Three Refinements Forms Dharma Body, Land Immortal Level)】

Night Wandering God...First Demon...Sky Bearing War God and, Xie Qi.

While comprehending a great deal of information, An Qisheng's heart couldn't help but stir. He sensed a lot from the sporadic information.

The Phoenix Emperor's Campaign to Conquer Heaven was far more complex than the little ghosts under the two Impermanences imagined.

Moreover, Xie Qi...

"Is the false god really not here?"

The Night Wandering God indifferently overlooked the scene. He seemed oblivious to the desperate attacks of the many people, allowing them to bash their heads and bleed, but his mind repeatedly scanned the void.

Not to mention that after the 'Alliance of the Saints' the Heavenly Connection was severed and the mortal realm was not allowed to have existences above the primordial spirit, even if there was no such thing, he could not let go of a 'demonic being' who called himself a god.

However, different from the demonic beings he knew in the past, this false god's art of concealment was simply unparalleled in the world.

He was gifted with extraordinary talent, and even those with higher cultivation than him could never hide from his exploration, but until this time, he had not forced out the false god.

Boom!

At this moment, his palm suddenly trembled, and a muffled and huge roar was heard from within.

It was like a bell, but there was no such grand bell sound in the world. It was like a Zen chant, but no one could make such a loud Zen chant.

An Qisheng followed the sound and looked.

He saw that between the slowly closing five fingers, in the darkness that had been devoid of light, a Buddhist light as brilliant as flowing fire burst out.

The Buddhist light was brilliant but not vast, flickering like a candle flame in the gale stirred up by the descending five fingers.

But no matter how divine might suppressed it, the candle flame seemed to show no signs of going out.

Instead, it grew stronger.

"A Sharira?"

The old Taoist seemed to have noticed something. Looking at the scattered Buddhist light in his palm, he finally showed a change in expression: "With such cultivation, it is no longer an ordinary Arhat. It should be a Sharira left behind by a Great Arhat..."

The Sumeru Buddhist Sect was a supreme force in the world, its heritage seemingly only inferior to the Imperial Court.

Within it, from bottom to top, there were Shami, Shamen, Monk, Dharma Master, Arhat, and Arhat, the achievement of Arhat was not inferior to the Imperial Court's Celestial Immortal.

Buzz~

The sound of thousands of people chanting scriptures at the same time resounded through the void.

The Old Nun Gu Yue sat in the lotus position, and a goose-egg-sized, not-so-round Sharira on her forehead radiated a gentle and pure light.

This light contained great tranquility, great joy, great peace, and great freedom. Wherever its light shone, everyone who was acting like a madman could not help but calm down.

"Abbot Gu Yue!"

Qiao Mo Ke staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his seven orifices. Looking at the Old Nun Gu Yue, who was dignified in the Buddhist light, he could not help but feel ashamed.

This was not the first time he had been rescued by this Sharira.

And in fact, although he did not say it, he had also included Gu Yue in his calculations.

This Sharira was said to have been left behind by an amazingly talented patriarch of Qingjing Mountain, and there were originally eighty-one of them.

When it was passed down to the Old Nun Gu Yue, there was only this one left, and it had been used once to heal his wounds.

"This humble monk naturally cannot resist the divine might of the Supreme God. If the Supreme God retreats at this time, this humble monk will pretend that everything never happened, and everyone present will keep their mouths shut."

Under the shroud of the Buddhist light, Gu Yue looked up, her expression solemn and dignified.

Under the blessing of the Sharira Buddhist light, she increasingly felt the greatness of the enemy in front of her. His aura was as thick as the earth, as vast as the sea, and as violent as raging fire.

Such power was not only unseen by her, but even in the records of 'Qingjing Mountain' there were very few.

"A Great Arhat comparable to a Celestial Immortal. If such a person were alive, this god would naturally keep a respectful distance, but with just a Sharira that is about to go out..."

The Night Wandering God shook his head slightly, and the fingers that had paused slightly closed completely:

"To talk to this god, are you worthy?!"

"Alas..."

Just as he spoke, the Old Nun Gu Yue also gave up all her luck, and the light of the Sharira suddenly became extremely bright!

In the next moment, the extremely brilliant Buddhist light and the light of severance erupted from the collision of the five fingers pressing down.

It had already bloomed above Linxi City through the sealed void.

Rumble~~

The endless brilliant divine light, at the moment of its bloom, seemed to be even brighter than the sunlight shining on the dome of the sky!

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. The huge Linxi City bounced like a marble for a moment, and countless houses shook for a while, with dust falling down.

The entire city was shocked!

Everyone, no matter where they were or what they were doing, was stunned by this scene. Some people looked up and felt their eyes stinging, and they actually shed tears of blood.

Some cultivators were horrified, and it seemed that there were seven great suns in the sky at this time.

The vast divine light stirred up boundless air currents, turning into a terrifying and unparalleled divine wind that roared back and forth, seeming to overturn the dome of the sky!

Taking Linxi City as the center, it seemed to sweep across the Nanhua Road, and even the entire Qitang Kingdom!

"Heavens! What, what happened? Zhenhai King's Mansion? Is the Zhenhai King's Mansion under attack?!"

"Who, who is that person? Is the sky falling?!"

"Your Lordship, Your Lordship?!"

The light flashed and disappeared, and everyone saw the towering giant figure, like a mountain, holding the Zhenhai King's Mansion in his palm.

Everyone was stunned.

The Zhenhai King's Mansion occupied an area of ​​hundreds of acres, with thousands of servants and retainers, and the Zhenhai King, who had the first military power in the countries, was in charge.

Who could hold the entire Zhenhai King's Mansion in the palm of their hand?!

Buzz~

Under the eruption of Buddhist light, five colors were intertwined, outlining a vague and ethereal figure.

That figure was insignificant compared to his body, as small as dust, but at the moment of its emergence, the space of this world had already changed hands!

Its aura was sacred, its might was vast, and its color was even more dazzling beyond imagination!

Everything was displayed above the sky, in front of countless people.

"What kind of heritage are you?! How could, how is it possible?!"

At the moment when his shadow flickered, the Night Wandering God was struck by lightning, as if he had seen the most terrifying existence in his heart. For a moment, he was stunned, and did not even notice the Zhenhai King's Mansion falling from the sky.

He only let out a mournful roar like a wail:

"Peacock Great Bright King?!"