Chapter 1 A Roar

A roar, flowing down from some unknown and distant era, remained unchanged in its meaning despite the passage of time.

The shock, sorrow, and indignation within it struck Lin Anxia and Si Weiyi like lightning, scattering their thoughts.

Traitor?

Who?

Was that the voice of King Yu?

"That, that is what happened during the lost years?"

Lin Anxia murmured to himself, faintly feeling a burning sensation in his chest, as if the divine decree of the Night Wandering God was trembling.

Was it real?

"Ancestor, ancestor... yes! The ancestor was invincible throughout the universe, if not, if not for the traitor, how could he have suddenly disappeared?"

Si Weiyi muttered to himself, his expression agitated, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

For tens of thousands of years, the Si family had been scattered across the continents, each branch taking it as its mission to find the ancestor, never daring to forget. At this moment, were they finally seeing a corner of the past?

The ancestor's merits were eternal, who, who buried all of this?

What exactly happened behind this?

Si Weiyi and the two were lost in thought, but their knowledge was too limited. Not only could they not figure out what happened, but they were also confused.

Whoosh~

A cold wind seemed to blow past.

When they opened their eyes again, the flowing scenes and elusive aura had all dissipated.

The summit of the mountain was of unknown height, its waist reaching into the sky, and the top was extremely cold. Without magical power, no matter how strong one was, they would be instantly frozen to death.

Si Weiyi and the two, still dazed, shivered from the cold.

Whoosh whoosh~

The cold wind howled and swirled, and as far as the eye could see, it was all white, without the slightest sign of life.

The two glanced at each other.

Amidst the swirling clouds and cold wind, a white-clad figure sat with his back to them on a large, protruding stone by the cliff, facing the wind and the sun.

It seemed as if he was looking at the highest point of the sky, as if overlooking the vast world.

This scene was like a true Daoist cultivator about to ascend to immortality, but his aura was not at all like the ethereal nature of Taoism. At this moment, what permeated the mountain peak was a murderous and cruel aura even stronger than the cold currents and astral winds.

With just one glance, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood seemed to appear before them, a raging fire that blotted out the sky!

"He? He..."

With just one glance, Si Weiyi and Lin Anxia seemed to be frozen, like mosquitoes in amber, unable to move.

They felt that if they moved even for a moment, they would be completely obliterated by this cruel murderous aura.

Who was this person?

Lin Anxia was horrified, but he discovered that the divine decree on his chest had also subsided in this cruel aura, as if it had fallen into silence.

He realized that he had encountered a master even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Immediately, infinite regret arose in his heart.

He originally thought that the one behind Lin Tong was just the Lord of the Demon Slaying Hall, and he thought that he had nothing to fear with the divine decree, but how could he know that he would encounter such terror?

Was it an old monster suspected to be from tens of thousands of years ago?

Whoosh whoosh~

The cold wind howled with scattered ice particles.

It seemed to be just a moment, but Lin Anxia and the two felt as if several years had passed. Their hearts were endlessly tormented, and just as they were about to lose their composure,

they heard a sound like the clang of swords, but also carrying a sigh of melancholy:

"The sky is high, the earth is vast, the world is boundless... where are my Daoist friends now..."

The sound waves were desolate, as if they had the power to penetrate people's hearts, causing Lin Anxia and the two to feel sad and tears to fall involuntarily, only to be frozen on their faces by the cold wind.

But at the same time, the two felt that the cruel murderous aura that permeated the surroundings was slowly dissipating, or rather, flowing back into the body of that figure.

"You, who are you?"

Lin Anxia was wary and dared not speak rashly, but Si Weiyi could no longer hold back. He took a step forward, clenched his fingers, and asked loudly:

"Where is the Lingyang Rod? Why did my ancestor pass away and disappear?"

The person in front of them had an extremely terrifying aura. Lin Anxia was afraid to speak even with the divine decree, so Si Weiyi was naturally afraid in his heart.

However, the Si family had paid so much to pursue their ancestor. Compared to this goal, all fear became secondary.

"Si Wenming's descendants, have they become so weak? It's really laughable, and terrifying..."

The man in white sat cross-legged on the stone, his long hair dancing wildly in the cold wind. His voice was neither high nor low, but the raging wind did not disperse it:

"My name is Yuan Fang. You probably don't remember this name anymore, do you? After all, not many people remember Si Wenming's name now..."

Lin Anxia and the two couldn't help but hold their breath.

They had never seen anyone whose divine will had such infectious power. No matter how the two sealed their primordial spirit and thoughts, they couldn't help but be infected by the words of the person in front of them.

Their hearts rose and fell with his emotions, filled with both sorrow and anger.

At this moment, there was self-mockery in his words, and the two couldn't help but feel desolate.

"Yuan, Yuan Fang... Si Wenming, Si Wenming, is, is this the name of our ancestor?"

Si Weiyi murmured to himself, both shocked and happy.

Just as the person in front of him said, their impression of their ancestor was no more than that of ordinary people. Even the name of their ancestor had been lost.

If the 'Ding Yi Dragon Form Thirty-Three Styles' had not been passed down to this day, perhaps some people in the Si family would have doubted the existence of their ancestor like outsiders.

"Si Wenming..."

Different from Si Weiyi's emotional turmoil, Lin Anxia heard something wrong.

The mysterious man in white in front of him seemed to know King Yu, but he didn't seem to have much respect. On the contrary, there was a complex feeling that was hard to explain.

It could even be said to be... hatred!

Could it be...

"Severing Heaven and Earth, what a Severing Heaven and Earth! Si Wenming ah Si Wenming, you learned... every bit of it, you learned every bit of it..."

Yuan Fang's voice became ethereal, the clouds covering the mountains seemed to become thicker, and the rolling astral winds became even colder.

"May I ask, senior, where is my ancestor? Was what we saw earlier the Lingyang Rod?"

Si Weiyi seemed unaware and couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He kept asking, "What exactly happened in those years?"

"What happened..."

Yuan Fang paused, his voice seeming to fall from the ninth heaven to the human world. The ethereal sound suddenly became ferocious, like the clang of swords: "If I knew, why would I summon you?!"

Boom!

With just a slight leak of emotion, the world suddenly changed, and the howling wind suddenly raged like a blade.

It even seemed to have a tendency to spread to the surroundings.

"Lord, please calm your mind."

At this moment, an old voice came from the foot of the mountain, and Lin Tong walked out of the looming clouds and ascended to the summit.

His old face was without joy or sorrow, but he carried a hint of warning: "You must know that the net of heaven is vast, and nothing escapes it."

"Heh~ I almost forgot..."

Yuan Fang smiled self-deprecatingly, but he also calmed his emotions and said indifferently, "Do you know why I summoned you here?"

With a thought, the distracting thoughts in the hearts of Si Weiyi and Lin Anxia disappeared, and all their spirits were attracted to his words.

Lin Anxia's heart 'thumped'. Without the divine decree to rely on, he felt a little flustered, but he pretended to be calm: "This lowly one does not know, please enlighten us, senior..."

His attitude was quite different from when he came up the mountain.

Si Weiyi came back to his senses, suppressed the palpitations in his heart, and also shook his head, waiting for the person in front of him to speak.

"One of you is an elder of the Divine Wind Dao, and the other is an elder of the Si family. You can be considered high-ranking officials in your respective forces. I am looking for you two to make a deal."

Yuan Fang spoke frankly, as if there was nothing to hide:

"You should have some guesses about my origins, but I think you don't know. I'm not afraid to tell you, I am from the same era as Er Kong and Si Wenming, the most dangerous battle in this epoch and even all epochs!

This time, I have come!"

At this point, Yuan Fang's voice became calm, so calm that it was emotionless:

"I want war to break out in the world!

I want gods and demons to no longer be respected!

I want this vast net of heaven to no longer be able to overlook all realms!"

Boom!

His voice echoed, but it directly exploded in the hearts of everyone present.

"Ah!"

Lin Anxia and the two trembled, feeling that endless cruel murderous aura surged out of the void, and barbarically intruded into their bodies.

The screams of the two had just been uttered, but everything came to an abrupt end.

The cruel murderous aura disappeared in an instant, but the two only felt inexplicably suppressed, as if an invisible net had enveloped their bodies and minds.

It tightly bound them.

Without words, the two already knew that this must be some extremely terrifying restriction.

Immediately, they were extremely shocked and angry: "Since it is a deal, why impose such a great restriction?"

"If the deal is reached, everything will be easy to say, if not..."

Yuan Fang sat cross-legged and stared at the extreme of nothingness. With a wave of his hand, a gust of astral wind howled, enveloping the extremely shocked and angry Lin Anxia and the two.

With just a roll, they were thrown out of the clouds, to who knows where.

The two could not hear, but Lin Tong, who seemed to have heard something, heard Yuan Fang's low murmur:

"Now, no one will believe me..."

Whoosh whoosh~

The cold wind became even colder.

Lin Tong stood in the swirling clouds, as if he also felt the coolness in his body and mind, but he did not speak.

When the cold wind gradually subsided, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Lord, are you still unable to calm your mind?"

He knew very well the terror of the person in front of him, and he was also grateful for this person's careful vigilance.

He could clearly impose restrictions with a single thought, but he painstakingly sent himself to 'invite' the elders and disciples of many great forces to personally impose the restrictions.

Obviously, something had hurt him deeply in the past.

"...How, can it be calmed?"

Yuan Fang slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the infinite terror in his heart, took a deep breath, and then exhaled: "Lin Tong, if this matter is successful, your teacher's inheritance can be passed on to you."

Lin Tong was silent for a moment.

Since the Confucian inheritance, every Confucian scholar has taken it as his lifelong responsibility to find the inheritance of the sage's books. Although he has left the Confucian school, he is still a Confucian scholar after all.

It is impossible not to have desires.

But his state of mind is extremely high, and he can remain calm in the face of great temptation. After a long time, he bowed and said, "Then I will thank you, Lord."

"Kong Da is not Kong Er after all..."

Yuan Fang sighed, and the surrounding clouds rolled in again, as if to completely envelop him.

"May I ask, Lord, what exactly are you going to do?" Lin Tong asked in a timely manner.

"Many things are inconvenient to say, and it is ominous to say. You only need to know that there was no winner in the battle that year. We were almost completely destroyed, and many of the gods in the sky have also fallen into the human world...

I can return, and of course they can..."

Yuan Fang's figure could no longer be seen in the swirling clouds, only his voice fluttered with the wind, becoming more and more subtle:

"The war, is not over!"

......

"Speaking of which, forty-three years ago, King Zhenhai led a million troops, marched across the world, met with the countries, and brought the monarchs of the countries to the capital of Qi Tang!"

"I was fortunate enough to witness that battle! The elite soldiers under King Zhenhai were raised by Qi Tang for seven generations. Not to mention the military equipment, the horses alone were worth a thousand gold each. What is it to travel a thousand miles a day? The real elite dragon horses can travel ten thousand miles in half a day!"

"King Zhenhai is majestic! Wherever the million-strong army passed, everyone would be beyond their reach. That day, I watched from the city wall. Good heavens, the army flags stretched for hundreds of miles!"

......

This was a tavern, square in the middle and round on the outside.

The middle was the hall, and the second to sixth floors had views of the scenery and could hear the storytellers in the hall.

"The momentum has already begun, and Qiao Mo Ke's uprising is imminent..."

In a private room on the fifth floor, An Qisheng looked out the window at the scenery of the ancient city, listening to the sounds inside and outside the tavern. Many sounds entered his ears, including the storyteller in the hall.

This place was called Longcheng Dao, but it was far away from Nanhua Dao.

The population of Qi Tang Kingdom exceeded 1.5 billion, and the territory was naturally quite vast. It was like a long dragon on the earth. Nanhua Dao was located in the extreme west, and the extreme east was Dingbo Dao.

One east and one west, mutually head and tail, were both adjacent to the East Sea.

Qi Tang Kingdom, in a sense, was a 'blue dragon' lying on the coast of the East Sea. All the Daos and cities were adjacent to the East Sea, and this Longcheng Dao was no exception.

This place was quite far away from Nanhua Dao, and here one could see Qiao Mo Ke building momentum, so it was natural to see that his uprising was not far away.

And the soldiers led by Qiao Mo Ke that year came from the Daos and cities of Qi Tang. Although it was not obvious now, once he raised his army, there would inevitably be a gathering of responders.

However, this had nothing to do with An Qisheng.

It was just a slight feeling in his heart.

"Qiao Mo Ke!"

Tu Ba, upon hearing this, felt a little itchy, he hated the Demon Slaying Hall, and he didn't have a good impression of this King Zhenhai either.

He was most annoyed to hear about these people.

However, the pink and tender little guy in his arms was extremely curious, poking his head out and trying to hear more clearly.

This Cai Xiaobai, who had been enlightened in advance, was extremely curious about everything outside.

Tu Ba was so angry that he punched him a few times, but fortunately, it was Cai Xiaobai. If it were an ordinary baby, he would have been punched to death.

"Guest, your food!"

At this moment, the waiter bowed and pushed the door in, placing the dishes one by one, and said with a smile, "Guest, our shopkeeper sees that your table is too vegetarian, so he specially gave you our signature dish 'Braised Rabbit Head'..."

Swish!

Before he could finish speaking, Tu Ba's face had changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly, almost knocking the wine and dishes to the ground.

"Rabbit head? You, you actually eat rabbits?! Head?!"

Tu Ba was shaking with anger, scaring the waiter.

"Cough!"

An Qisheng turned back and glanced at Tu Ba, suppressing his voice, and said, "We are all vegetarians, so we appreciate your shopkeeper's kindness, but please take it away."

At An Qisheng's current level, eating or not eating was fine, and eating meat or not eating meat had no effect, of course.

This was still the dish Tu Ba ordered himself...

This rabbit demon had never been to a city before and insisted on coming to a restaurant...

"Yes, yes."

The waiter hurriedly carried the dish and left muttering.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Tu Ba's anger had not subsided, and he glared at the waiter's back, sat down with a thud, and devoured the food.

"Brother Ba! You, you eat cabbage, eat cabbage!"

When he ate, Cai Xiaobai refused, and shouted loudly.

"Uh..."

Tu Ba's expression froze, and his anger disappeared, with an embarrassed look, and said, "I, I just forgot..."

Cai Xiaobai glared at Tu Ba angrily, climbed onto the table with a flip, looked left and right, and tears welled up in his eyes:

"All, all are vegetables, all are vegetables... Waa~~~"

Tu Ba was flustered and comforted him for a while, but Cai Xiaobai just refused and trampled the table of dishes.

An Qisheng glanced at the two little demons and ignored them.

With a thought, his gaze fell from the window, and he saw that the long street, which was previously crowded with people and traffic, had become empty.

A gloomy aura permeated the city.

Then, a sound of footsteps, louder than the previous one, came from far and near.

Da!

Da!

Da da da~