Great Dao Ji

Gravekeeper?

An Qisheng's heart moved.

"It's a long story, so sit down and tell it slowly."

Emperor Tianding raised his hand, and there was already a table of food and wine in front of him. The style was the same as when the two met for the first time: "Mr. Yuan doesn't care about having a drink for a dying person, right?"

"Fellow Taoist is persistent."

An Qisheng was also speechless, and then he sat down.

"In my life, I have had troughs, I have had hopes, I have wallowed in the mud, and I have also traveled in the sky."

Emperor Tianding picked up the wine glass and poured two glasses of wine:

"Success is the king's platform, and failure is the king's platform. What my fourth son said is indeed true."

Emperor Tianding's expression was gentle, with a hint of reminiscence, as he recounted the past.

Just like the legend, Emperor Tianding was the illegitimate son of the old emperor who lived among the people. However, the old emperor was a romantic and had as many as eight thousand children living among the people.

The old emperor had never made statistics, let alone actively searched for them, and the Emperor Tianding certainly didn't know how to do it.

"The strong are spread with glory, while the weak all die! The hidden rules of humanity are more terrifying than the rules of heaven and earth. An old emperor who only lived for eighty years can leave tens of thousands of heirs. How many? Even if you pass it on behalf of others, your incense will be cut off.”

Emperor Tianding drank the cup in one gulp and sighed:

"Mr. Yuan, do you know that among the many human races in Dongzhou and even the Nine Provinces today, everyone has a strong or weak prince, or even the blood of the Holy Emperor?"

He looked at An Qisheng quietly, but instead asked such a question.

"Why bother asking?"

An Qisheng held a glass of wine, shook it, but drank it all in one gulp: "It's just survival of the fittest."

Across all realms, he has seen too many scenery, possesses the ability to enter dreams, and has experienced the lives of too many people.

What Emperor Tianding said was not only a problem in Dongzhou, nor only in the Wanyang Realm.

In this world, not everyone can leave an heir. It is sad to say that, but the survival of the fittest is imprinted in the human body.

In Xuan Xing's words, people instinctively pursue excellence and are more likely to be attracted by excellent qualities.

This game includes qualities that are not limited to physical strength, neat facial features, tall stature, etc. People who possess these qualities can often have the ‘first right to choose a mate’ that those who do not possess these conditions can never imagine.

Of course, not everyone has innate essence, but there can also be changes the day after tomorrow, as can money, wisdom, knowledge, etc.

The balance of humanity allows everyone to have the opportunity to leave their own traces in the world.

This, to a certain extent, is also an instinct that desires to exist permanently.

From this point of view alone, Xuanxing seems to be better than Wanyang Realm.

But, it's just better.

Who can trace their roots back to the ancient emperors, generals, ministers, and dignitaries?

"There are thousands of races. If the human race wants to survive, it must become stronger. This is understandable."

Emperor Tianding poured another glass of wine:

"The ancient Heavenly Lord, the Holy Emperor, and the Supreme One have opened up one realm after another. This is the hope, the hope of improving one's bloodline and continuing one's own.

People need to strengthen themselves. The prosperity and strength of the human race has never been a matter of a few people. Thirty million years have passed since ancient times. Compared with such a long time, the Holy Emperor and Heavenly Lord seem insignificant."

Having said this, Emperor Tianding shook his head: "These words go too far."

"It's a long night, it's still early, and I need to calm down after the war. My Taoist friend said slowly, don't be in a hurry."

An Qisheng smiled and didn't care.

Language comes from the mouth, but it is the outpouring of the heart. No matter whether the words are true or false, one can see a person's heart from them.

He likes to listen to other people talking, especially masters who can't catch them in their dreams.

"The most desperate days in my life were not the siege by the top ten sect leaders, nor the decisive battle with Holy Lord Litian a thousand years ago, nor the near-death encounter in the pursuit of Litian Holy Land.

But when I was young, day after day, year after year, I couldn’t see any subtle numbness.”

Emperor Tianding looked calm, and he no longer had much emotion when talking about the past:

"Until that day, I encounter these kings' towers in the mountains"

No one knows who actually cast the King's Tower.

Some say it was created by the Supreme Guanglong, some say it was created by the Supreme Mingyue, some say it was created by the Holy Emperor of the Sun, and some say it was created by the Supreme Qiongri.

Even Emperor Tianding, who is the guardian of the tomb, does not know.

"Cemetery of Kings"

There were ripples in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes.

The fact that the tombs are of kings instead of a single prince only shows that there are a very large number of princes in them.

How many secrets should there be in such a cemetery?

And in the Tianding Emperor's words, he also knew the price of controlling these kings' platforms, which was the intense burning of the source, Shou Yuan.

Every vibration of the King's Platform, whether it is to defend or kill the enemy, will burn the source, longevity.

The Heavenly Cauldron Emperor activated the King's Platform three times, but he had already spent three thousand years of life!

If he hadn't swallowed a lot of life-extending elixirs and spiritual herbs, he might have died long ago.

Even so, he has never urged the kings to kill the enemy in thousands of years.

Even so, his lifespan is about to come to an end at this time.

Rutu was no more than the top of his head, and the only hair was still swaying. Although he was dead, it was actually no different.

"There are more than just traces of the Holy Emperor left by the King's Platform here. I don't know what's inside. Crushing the vacuum is not enough to get deeper."

Emperor Tianding drank wine, ate vegetables, chewed slowly, and seemed to be reminiscing about something.

"Fellow Taoist has said so much, are you preparing to enter the depths of the King's Platform?"

An Qisheng thought about it and spoke directly.

Rather than trying your luck on the land of Kyushu, it is better to try your luck deep in the King's Tower. At least there are real traces of the Supreme in these King's Tower.

"good."

Emperor Tianding nodded slightly, without concealing anything, and said calmly: "Perhaps you will never come back, or you may survive from a desperate situation, but no matter what, it is better than sitting back and waiting to die."

Emperor Tianding's mind was clear.

Even if he makes a breakthrough, he doesn't know whether he can gain anything, and he doesn't even know how far he can go with his current cultivation.

But in the end, this is his only way to survive.

"Fellow Taoist is asking for help."

An Qisheng shook his head, naturally seeing the purpose of Emperor Tianding.

"What do you think, sir?"

Emperor Tianding put down his wine glass and looked at An Qisheng with calm eyes: "Sir, you should know that after today, you will replace me and become the thorn in the side of the sect's Holy Land.

If you protect Tianding Kingdom, then Tianding Kingdom will also protect you. The sects will not allow a master like this, who has no worries at all and is alone, to walk around wantonly. "

Without restraint, you can be unbridled.

This can be seen from the behavior of myself a thousand years ago and the behavior of Taoist Yuanyang today.

Emperor Tianding naturally knew very well how fearful the sect's Holy Land was towards such people.

Don't say that a great change in the world is coming, even if it doesn't happen, it won't be allowed.

Even An Qisheng himself knows this.

However, he did not refuse or agree. Instead, he asked: "I have a few doubts. I wonder if your friends can help me solve them?"

Emperor Tianding nodded: "Sir, please ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"Since I entered the city, my fellow Taoists seem to have looked at me differently. This seems to be not just because my life span is less than 100 years old."

An Qisheng asked.

Emperor Tianding had the courage to fight to the death, and in the end he would not activate the King Tower to cut off his last chance of survival.

Then what the fourth prince said before is somewhat untenable.

He was a little curious.

"Tai Chi."

Emperor Tianding looked directly at An Qisheng: "The day you entered the city, I could see purple energy filling the sky in the distance. Your luck was as good as that of any genius in the world, but if that were the case, your cultivation at that time would not be in my eyes.

But when Mr. Xi came from the east, there was a division between yin and yang. People were like Tao lines, dividing black and white. Tao became Tai Chi, but no one could ignore it. "

Tai Chi

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly. This was the second time he heard about Tai Chi in this world.

The first time, it was what Xuanji said from the cave, and the Three-Hearted Blue Soul Boy relayed it, and this time, he heard it again from the mouth of Emperor Tianding.

And he could vaguely guess that all this had something to do with Pang Wanyang.

During the final battle between the two people in Jiufujie, their Tao completely intertwined. At that time, he understood Pang Wanyang's Tao, and Pang Wanyang naturally also saw his Tai Chi Tao.

"When I met Zhu Wangtai, it was in the early morning with clear black and white, the sun was about to rise and the moon was about to set."

Emperor Tianding looked slightly cautious:

"I don't ask about your origins, but you have Tai Chi skills, but you have to be careful about the overlord imperial court in Zhongzhou."

There are nine states in the world, and each state has its own Holy Land sect, demon clan, ancient remnant clan, dragon and phoenix clan, and countless masters.

But in today's world, the most powerful force is recognized as the Overlord Imperial Court!

His eldest son lives in Zhongzhou, and he naturally knows a lot about Zhongzhou. He knows that even in the Overlord Imperial Court, 'Tai Chi' is a taboo topic.

"The inheritance of Supreme Guanglong?"

An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged.

He wasn't even afraid of the ten sects' holy places that were as close as Chi Chi, let alone the Hegemonic Imperial Court of Zhongzhou that was far away.

"The descendants of saints may not be saints, and the inheritance of the Supreme may not be reasonable. The Supreme Guanglong was not a person who liked to reason. The inheritance he left behind"

Emperor Tianding shook his head:

"From ancient times to the present, Zhongzhou has always been the place where cultivation is most prosperous in the world. The Overlord Imperial Court is majestic and powerful in Zhongzhou. I heard that in this generation, the Overlord Imperial Court has produced an unparalleled genius. His name is Chu Mengyao, and he calls himself The empress has become one and accomplished.”

"Zhongzhou is still far away, and it is useless to think too much."

An Qishengzhan, with distracted thoughts in his mind, asked his second question. He had also asked Xuanji this question before.

Unfortunately, even though Xuanji is the true successor of Ming Yue, she doesn’t know the secret.

"What secrets does the Holy Land hold?"

holy place

Emperor Tianding's expression was momentarily moved, as if he was recalling some unbearable past events. He shook his head and actually refused to answer:

"No words can leave my mouth, nor can they enter your ears."

The third update is over, good night everyone.