Great Dao Ji

Lowering his eyes to the ground, An Qisheng's heart sank.

After months of sorting it out, especially when he personally sensed the inspiration, he gained a lot.

The spiritual energy in the Huangtian Realm is different from the spiritual energy in the Wanyang Realm. It looks like Qi, but in fact it is God.

Ingenuity contains God and Tao.

What is contained in a wisp of spiritual inspiration is not only the God and Tao that originated from the spiritual inspiration, but also all the gods and Tao that have practiced this kind of spiritual inspiration throughout the ages.

The reason why just a wisp of spiritual power can infect the divine will of the human world is not essentially about how strong the spiritual power in the Imperial Heaven Realm is or how high the level of the world is.

But the God and Tao contained in that ray of spiritual inspiration far exceed the human Tao.

Therefore, as the inspiration flows down, the original cultivation of the human world and the original way are all covered up and replaced.

Assimilated, integrated.

Therefore, the fundamental reason for the great power of all preachers in this world is not compassion, but practice.

Gather people to practice!

Once you understand this, all the teachings and Dao disputes in this world will become clear.

An Qisheng thought about it in his mind, but did not speak directly to the three-hearted blue soul boy.

With a thought, it was already submerged into the earth's crust.

Phew~

Under the dark crust, there seemed to be a breeze that stirred up dust and scattered it into a shockingly huge abyss.

The abyss is thousands of miles deep and stretches as far as the eye can see, but the pagoda that was supposed to exist here has disappeared without a trace.

Also disappearing were the arms of the great demon that were suppressed under the pagoda.

In fact, not even a trace of breath was left.

"Um?"

An Qisheng's brows suddenly furrowed as he glanced at the underground palace. "It disappeared so cleanly."

Although he had expected it, An Qisheng still frowned when he saw this scene.

He had expected that the ground would be empty, but he didn't expect that it would disappear so cleanly, as if not even a trace of breath was left.

Phew~

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng turned into a stream of light and submerged into the abyss. In the blink of an eye, he had fallen to the bottom of the abyss.

As expected, it was empty and empty.

"No trace left at all?" The three-hearted blue soul boy who was still thinking about An Qisheng's previous words was also surprised at this time.

The pagoda is inserted horizontally into the ground, hundreds of thousands of miles deep. Even if it disappears, there should be no movement.

"The pagoda has been killing the evil spirit of the big demon. After tens of thousands of years, it may be almost done."

Looking around the empty underground, An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking in his heart: "It's just that it shouldn't disappear suddenly."

The pagoda seemed to be left by a person with great supernatural powers, and its owner was most likely not dead. Therefore, An Qisheng did not touch the pagoda to spy on the traces of the great demon.

But he knew very well that it had not been refined for tens of thousands of years, and it would never be such a coincidence that he would leave during this period of time.

"If I had known earlier, I would have come down earlier."

It's a pity for the three-hearted blue soul boy. An old demon that has lived for tens of thousands of years is of great value to it.

"It's useless to come early."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

In the past few months, although he had been sorting out his practice system and deducing the changes in magical powers, he was not so busy that he didn't even have time to go underground to explore.

The reason why I didn’t come was naturally because I couldn’t come.

"Sure enough, there is something left behind."

After looking at it for a moment, An Qisheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and the palm transformed by his inspiration suddenly reached into the void.

Then he retracted it and opened it, and there was a curving black hair on it.

"Huh? Is this what the big demon left behind?"

The three-hearted blue soul boy heard a "collapse" as his heart moved.

The curved hair was taut like a bowstring, and then stood up from An Qisheng's palm, with a glistening light shining on it.

Then, he uttered human words:

"You are indeed no ordinary monk if you can discover what I left behind."

Looking at Mao Mao, An Qisheng didn't seem too surprised: "It seems that you have something to tell me."

His hair stood still, as if he was sizing An Qisheng up. After a long time, he said, "You are very interesting. You are much calmer than I thought."

Hair walked back and forth in the void for a few steps like a human, and then looked at An Qisheng: "Tao is sentient but ruthless. You look like a human but not human, but you are very much like the true Taoists I have seen back then."

"What do you want to say?"

An Qisheng was noncommittal. He was not interested in other people's evaluations of himself.

"You have a great secret, but I am too lazy to pursue so many questions. I am leaving a backup plan to make a deal with you."

The hairy man sighed like a human:

"My name is Yuanmou, and my enlightenment was before that Peacock and Kong Laoer. Unfortunately, judging from your attitude, you don't recognize me.

It is indeed a saint's method. How we ants struggle seems to have no meaning except to show our own ridiculousness."

Yuanmou sighed in his heart.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he once roamed the world, arrogantly claiming to be the king of heaven and earth, and boasting that he was unparalleled in the world.

pity

"I seem to have heard of Your Excellency. However, I am more concerned about Your Excellency's transactions."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed before he replied: "I rarely do business with others."

Yuanmou people, there is a record of this demon in Zeng San's ancient scroll.

However, there is only one sentence: "A demon arose in the north, and its name became famous for a while. Later, it was divided into ninety-nine bodies by the Great Sun Dragon God, and its trace is hard to find."

However, those who can leave a mark in the annals of Confucian history will naturally not be ordinary people.

"Although I don't know who you are, since you are pursuing the secrets that were covered up back then, sooner or later some things will come up for transactions. Whether you do it or not, it's up to you."

Mao Mao's tone was faint, as if he was not used to talking to people like this, and his voice became cold and hard again:

"In that battle, many evil gods fell. Thinking about it, it's time for them to return."

There was deep hatred in Yuanmou Man's voice.

An Qisheng was not surprised. He just nodded and motioned for him to continue.

On Zeng San's ancient scroll, there is a long text introducing the crimes and evil deeds of the gods. It may contain the subjective imagination of the compiler, but it also shows that the people at that time had a deep hatred for the gods and demons. .

On the contrary, nowadays in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are many people who worship the gods.

Just like back then, it was clear that humans and demons were fighting together against gods and demons. Now, the former two have become life-and-death enemies, and they hate each other deeply.

"You seem to have some skills. Even if I teach you the 'Seven Killing Curses of Gods and Ghosts', you may not be able to learn it. However, if you do this for me, I will tell you the secret of my immortality!"

At this point, it seemed that An Qisheng was still unmoved, and his conversation changed again, with temptation:

"Eternal life, immortality! This is the ultimate secret of spiritual practice. Don't you want to know this?"

"Immortal? It's just that those who eat breath will live long, and those who don't eat will live forever."

An Qisheng interrupted him and said calmly:

"Nonsense, there's no need to say too much."

Those who eat their breath will be immortal and live long, and those who do not eat will not die but remain divine.

In one sentence, he almost revealed the true meaning of cultivation in the Emperor's Heaven Realm. This was also An Qisheng's biggest gain from coming to this realm.

The intelligent person penetrates everything and has access to everything. It is the foundation of heaven and earth and the source of all things.

It is the vine of immortality, the seed of immortality.

The ordinary realm of ‘nourishing Qi, receiving the urn, life, warming and nourishing, and entering the Tao’ transcends the ‘nine turns of the golden elixir’ and even the three sacrifices of the Yuan Shen to ‘heaven, earth, and people’.

In essence, they are all about ‘getting inspiration to seek immortality’.

And going one step further, the fourth step of cultivation above the Yuanshen is 'Only when the spirit yun is combined will immortality be achieved'!

"Huh?! You actually know?!"

The voice trembled, and the hair suddenly became stiff. It seemed that he did not expect to get such a response, and he was suddenly shocked with a hint of deep suspicion:

"Which old monster are you the descendant of? Or, which old thing took over and was reborn?"

Yuanmou was shocked, and this had to make him suspicious.

Since ancient times, there have been many immortals and only a few immortals. They are as powerful as the gods and demons. There may be many people who can understand the secret of immortality, but there are only a few who know the secret of immortality.

It was only during the tens of thousands of years that he was sealed that he gradually understood the words of the 'First Sage'.

Who is this person?

Could it be that some old monster is still alive today?

Otherwise, how could one know the words of the ‘Sages’ sermons? !

"If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

An Qisheng glanced at the hair that was messy in the wind and spoke calmly.

When talking to others, he never likes to follow other people's ideas, and he is not used to being taken over by others.

"...No matter! Although I don't know who you are, as long as you are not a god, sooner or later you will face them."

It seemed like he was stunned, or he was thinking deeply. After a long time, Yuanmou's slightly solemn voice sounded again: "Since you understand the secrets of immortality and immortality, you should naturally know that some things will eventually come back again."

An Qisheng nodded and said nothing.

Cultivation is for immortality and immortality.

The deeper they practice and the higher their cultivation level, the less likely they are to die. In other words, their death is different from the death that ordinary people think of.

This is the case in the Jiufu Realm, the Human Realm, the Wanyang Realm, and the Emperor Heaven Realm is no exception.

The Huangtian Realm, which has an endless and long history, has gone very deep on the road of 'immortality'.

Even touching the 'immortality' in the memory of the three-hearted blue soul boy may not be impossible.

In the Yuanmou man's faint words, An Qisheng could faintly smell the coming storm.

That battle back then, perhaps, wasn't really over yet.

"I may not be able to get rid of 'Udambadra' because my strength is inferior to others. What can I do? What can I do?"

At the end of his words, Yuanmou sighed deeply. He was unwilling and tired. After tens of thousands of years of suppression, he never stopped fighting for a moment.

"But I won't give in! That battle shouldn't have been like this!"

Suddenly, Yuanmou's voice became louder, and the void burned violently like a tangible flame, heating up the vast earth's crust.

As the words echoed, a pair of scarlet eyes seemed to appear on the hair, with madness and violence in them.

As the sound resounded, the earth's crust roared, large pieces of earth and stone fell, and the huge underground space began to collapse and break.

"Catch that traitor for me! I want him to be forever doomed and never to be reincarnated!"