The faint light that seems to be present flows into the depths of the soul like water, leaving a deep imprint here.
In the sea of hearts where the fire of karma never goes out, Yang Yu's mind is condensed and gradually returns to silence.
One thousand two hundred years of seclusion in the Longquan world allowed him to completely eliminate the restlessness in his heart. The vast inheritance of one million years solidified his foundation and expanded his heritage.
[Unity of law and martial arts: Four Symbols of Heaven’s Will (Twelve Heavens), Yuanci True Body Art (Twelve Heavens)…]
[Supernatural power: access to the secluded world, hold up the sky and shake the earth, melt gold to refine the body, exhale to form a soldier, inject death, Xiao Xumi Mountain King Seal, great wind and waves, divine movement, reverse knowledge of the future... (twelve levels)]
[Great magical powers: melting weapons and refining the body (the fourth level), Beidou insuring death (the third level), resisting chaos and immortality (the second level)]
[Baptismal magic weapon: Yuanci Five Elements Mountain (Superior Spiritual Treasure)]
[Magic weapon: human race bag, golden dragon scissors...]
[Incarnation Three: Two Realms, Seven Nail Head Arrows, Illustrated List of Ten Thousand Immortals (not complete)]
[Grasshead God: Taoist Lu...]
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During thousands of years of seclusion, Yang Yu has expanded almost all aspects to the limit. After the transformation of the Great Sun Tathagata, the baptism of the Sea of Laws, and all kinds of divine channel techniques, he has reached the 12th level.
[Rongbing, Zhuxian Ancient Sword]
Just like the light of water interweaving in the depths of the soul, the Taoist rhythm that seems to be there or not flows from the inside out, through the apertures, the trunk, and into the limbs and bones.
The great magical power of melting weapons and refining the body has two parts: internal and external. The first is to draw the power of the magical weapons and spiritual treasures to melt one's own body. The second is to gather the charm of Taoism and use flesh and blood to create the incarnation of the magical weapons.
The former can use the power of the divine weapon for one's own use, while the latter can be divided into incarnations who possess the power of the divine weapon.
"The ancient sword of killing immortals..."
Yang Yu's mind moved slightly and sank into his Dantian.
On the Five Elements Mountain where Yuanmai intertwined, he caught a glimpse of the ancient sword with intertwined Dao patterns and restrained divine power.
This ancient sword is close to Xuantian, and it is quite psychic. Its existence seems real and virtual, with the transformation of reality and reality, and contains an extremely sharp aura.
And its core is the great supernatural power of killing immortals, which has been practiced by Tianzong Taoists for nearly ten thousand years and has reached the 12th level of heaven.
The process of merging weapons was uneventful. Even though Yang Yu was concentrating on it, within a short time, the shape and meaning of this ancient sword had been integrated into his mind.
However, he did not stop at the last moment.
After all the transformations have been unified, his body has almost reached perfection. There is no immediate effect in casting this sword at this moment. In addition, there is no intention to differentiate into a new incarnation at this moment. Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to cast this sword with the meaning of "Shen Feng". Stayed.
"The rumors are not credible. It is unlikely that Taizu Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty could achieve the spiritual form of the Five Tribulations, but even if he has achieved four tribulations, he is still comparable to the realm of a person with great supernatural powers..."
While his mind was spinning, Yang Yu slowly opened his eyes.
"Um?!"
The moment he opened his eyes, Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost looked out the door.
Master!
Great master!
Separated by that wall, outside the palace, he felt a thick and vast aura passing by in a flash.
'This breath?'
Yang Yu lowered his eyelids and Yang yawned, solemnity flashing in his heart.
With his current practice, even if he is distracted, his perception of the outside world is as sharp as ordinary people.
But if the person outside the wall hadn't emitted a ray of energy, he wouldn't have been able to detect his presence at such a close distance!
'The great psychic!'
When Yang Yu's eyes were slightly focused, an old voice also came from outside the palace:
“Old minister ‘Qian Cang’, please see your Majesty!”
"Master, please come in..."
Yang Yu turned over and sat up and responded, but the young eunuch serving in the outer palace was already in a hurry to open the palace door without waiting for his permission.
Buzz~
At this moment, the sky is not bright yet, and the palace is still a bit dark, but the moment the visitor steps in, the entire palace suddenly becomes bright as far as the eye can see.
"Meet the Grand Master!"
The eunuchs serving outside fell to their knees, trembling in fear.
Yang Yu put on his coat and looked up, only to see an old man in brocade clothes walking in. He was wearing a flat crown, with a majestic appearance, an upright figure, and a dragon-shaped pattern between his eyebrows, as if he had an unopened celestial eye.
After just a glance, a majestic aura like a god or demon rushed to my face and shocked my soul.
Phew~
The chill of late autumn was swept away in an instant, and a vast and masculine atmosphere filled the palace.
"It's been more than three years, but the old master has returned from suppressing thieves?"
Yang Yu stood up to greet him, secretly shocked in his heart.
Last night on the Star-Zhaing Tower, he used his powerful sense to listen to all the discussions inside and outside the imperial city. Among the people who were mentioned the most, it was the old man in front of him.
Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty, a highly respected minister, a nineteen-generation veteran, the pillar of the country, the Dinghai Divine Needle, with boundless magical power...
"Old minister, I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"
Qian Cang's steps were steady and square, with no difference in the span of each step. He bowed and bowed, not very respectfully, but with the utmost etiquette.
"Why does the old master need to be so polite?"
Yang Prison carefully considered his words to respond, feeling very vigilant in his heart.
He had no memory of his predecessor, the last emperor, but felt his deep fear of the old master when he arrived.
The discussions from inside and outside the imperial city also proved the power of this Grand Master of Zhou Dynasty.
"How dare you open the door privately without His Majesty's permission?"
Qian Cang straightened up, his spine as straight as a mountain. He glanced coldly and saw that the little eunuch whined and kowtowed.
"Go and receive eight hundred lashes yourself!"
Qian Cang waved his hand casually, and dozens of young eunuchs from the outer palace flew out of the door like gourds.
"Old Master..."
Yang Yu felt strange in his heart. When he was considering his words and wanted to speak, the Grand Master Zhou's expression darkened:
"Your Majesty! I have said many times that as a king, you would rather be arbitrary than weak!
You are so kind to others that these little eunuchs dare to bully you! They dare to harm you!"
Katcha!
While speaking, Qian Cang raised his hand and grasped it in vain. It was visible to the naked eye that the void was pierced by his five fingers.
The next moment, accompanied by a scream, a middle-aged eunuch was thrown to the ground, with all his muscles and bones broken!
"You deserve death for poisoning His Majesty!"
"T-Taishi!"
The eunuch screamed, terrified:
"Little one, little one is your order..."
"I want you to assassinate His Majesty?"
Qian Cang bent his fingers, hid the eunuch in his sleeves, and shattered the many talismans in his body:
"Tell me, how did I ask you to assassinate His Majesty?"
"Tai, Taishi..."
Unable to commit suicide, the eunuch Wang screamed and collapsed on the ground:
"Yes, it was Grand Master Liu, Butler, who summoned the villain more than a month ago. Grand Master..."
"Liu Yun?"
Qian Cang sighed after hearing this:
"You idiot! Liu Yun followed me on an expedition to the 'Nie Sea' and died at the hands of the 'Giant Spirit God' three months ago. How can I inform you?"
He casually crushed the eunuch to death, turned around, pushed the golden mountain, and knelt down like a jade pillar:
"The old minister was not thoughtful enough and almost had someone assassinate His Majesty..."
Yang Yu looked on with cold eyes and said nothing the whole time. At this moment, he looked at Grand Master Zhou kneeling in front of him and just stretched out his hand:
"The traitor framed me and the villain harmed me. What does it have to do with the old master? How can the old master cover everything when he is away on expeditions all year round?"
"Your Majesty is generous..."
Qian Cang was startled for a moment, then stood up. He looked a little tired, but also a little happy:
"The world is in chaos, evildoers are rising together, there are thousands of Buddhas in the Western Province, and there are thousands of dragons in Beimingzhou that are causing trouble. Together with the sea of evil, it is really a turbulent and chaotic world that has never been seen before...
But I believe that if you and I, the monarchs and ministers work together, we will be able to calm down the troubled times and rebuild the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
When Qian Cang got excited, Yang Yu could only cope with it, but he couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart.
The four-kalpa spiritual appearance is already comparable to those with great supernatural powers. Even in ancient times, they were famous great gods, great immortals, and bodhisattvas.
With this kind of existence, no matter how much you think about it, there is no need to deliberately act like this, right?
If he wants something, how many people in the Great Zhou Dynasty and Chixin State can stop him?
But to say he is loyal is wrong.
Because the former master really had no rights at all. Except for the palace and the star-catching platform, the imperial city could not move around freely. It was really worse than a puppet...
‘It’s hard to distinguish between loyalty and treachery? Or should we say, ritual? The rumors only mentioned the spiritual practice of this Grand Master of Zhou Dynasty, but no one knew his rank...'
The conflict between spiritual phase and rank was resolved by Emperor Tian Yu as early as 180,000 years ago. Most practitioners in later generations fall into two categories.
With vigilance and consideration in mind, Yang Yun followed Qian Cang's words and turned around several times before he came up with the topic of 'spiritual phase'.
"Your Majesty still wants to practice the spiritual path?"
When this matter was mentioned, Qian Cang's face suddenly darkened and he flatly refused:
"This is absolutely impossible!"
"As the old master said, today's world is in chaos and monsters are emerging. The old master is out on expeditions all year round, so how can he cover everything?"
Yang Yu didn't know how his former master behaved in front of this grand master, but naturally he would not be submissive.
Keeping your identity is not a constraint everywhere. When you are surrounded by crises, you must seek strength and no one can make mistakes.
"Um……"
Hearing this, Qian Cang's brows did not rise. He paced back and forth in the room for a long time before he said:
"Your Majesty, does your Majesty know why I don't want you to practice the spiritual path?"
Seeing that he seemed to be loose, Yang Yu pulled two chairs and motioned to sit down and chat slowly.
Qian Cang felt a little weird in his heart, but he still sat down, pondered for a while and then said:
"The path of spiritual appearance is the path pioneered by Taizu. Everyone says it has supreme power compared to the 'Path of Immortals and Buddhas'..."
"Could it be that it's not?"
Yang Yu is naturally interested in the way of spiritual appearance, and is naturally willing to follow his words.
After all, the person in front of me seems to be the spirit of the Four Tribulations, the best in the world.
"How can it be?"
Qian Cang shook his head slightly:
"Although I respect Taizu, I also understand that these are just words of boasting by future generations. Although the path of spirituality is profound, it cannot be compared with the path of immortals and Buddhas..."
"oh?"
Yang Prison looked like he was listening attentively, but he nodded in his heart.
The path of the spiritual phase has only lasted for 180,000 years since Emperor Tian Yu. Compared with the path of martial arts, it is naturally extremely long. However, the path of immortals and Buddhas has been passed down for many kalpas. It lasts only nine kalpas and lasts for 840 million years.
Over the past eons, countless talented people have poured into it, and they have already promoted it to an incredible height.
If he said that this spiritual path could really compare with him, he wouldn't believe it.
Even if the legend is true, Emperor Tian Yu is really the spirit of the Five Tribulations.
"The great ancestor Taizu was a genius, and in one fell swoop he was able to cultivate spirituality to an unimaginable level. However, in the past 180,000 years, no one has reached this level."
Qian Cang's expression was somewhat complicated:
"Your Majesty, it is natural that you have the heart of the great ancestor, but the level of the spiritual phase is related to the talent and talent of the practitioner. Your Majesty..."
"..."
Yang Prison shook his head heartily:
"In ancient times, no one has been able to compete with Taizu in practicing spiritual vision. However, over the past 180,000 years, there has been no shortage of people practicing this way.
The old teacher himself is also the best, why did he stop me?"
The former master would have dared not say these words even if he was beaten to death, but Yang Yu was not very afraid.
Not to mention that he was sure that the grand master had something else to ask for. Even if he didn't, he was not afraid of offending him.
"Your Majesty has really changed..."
Gan Cang slowly raised his head, the dragon-shaped lines between his eyebrows shimmering, as if his eyes were wide open.
Yang Yu could feel an invisible gaze peering into his roots, but he didn't care much.
He came with luck and came when his previous master died. Although his body was different, his fate was the same.
In other words, under the law of heaven, he is the last emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Qi. Unless he reveals his true nature, no one will be able to tell the difference.
Gan Cang stared at it for a long time before he felt relieved. He smoothed his long beard with his hand and seemed to be a little relieved:
"Your Majesty has grown up, and there are some things he can say to you..."
"What does the old master mean?"
Knowing that he had temporarily passed the test, Yang Yu remained vigilant, but he became more relaxed and no longer considered his words so carefully.
"For example, the chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the chaos of the world, and the chaos of the Niehai!"
After looking at the dragon pattern between his eyebrows, Qian Cang's attitude softened a lot:
"How can I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, rule the world for a hundred thousand years? It is Taizu Yuyin. To be precise, it is the 'Heaven Cauldron' inherited by Taizu!"
"180,000 years ago, Taizu held the heavenly cauldron, leveled thousands of mountains, filled the sea of evil, slayed evil spirits, and suppressed the demons... He overpowered the heaven and earth, and no one could resist him. Even the demons from outside the territory did not dare to invade in the slightest."
There is yearning and sadness between Qian Cang's brows.
The spiritual form is similar to the dharma form, but it is not the dharma form.
Rather, it is a strange existence that integrates 'Dharma', 'Spiritual Treasure', 'Gong Technique', 'Formation', 'Talk', 'Taoism' and 'Incarnation'.
Therefore, even more than 100,000 years after the death of Emperor Tianyu, his spiritual form Tianding can still suppress the world, and no one dares to compete.
However……
"However, the Heavenly Cauldron succeeds and the Heavenly Cauldron fails. More than 70,000 years ago, there was a turmoil, and the Heavenly Cauldron and the 'Heavenly Cauldron Spiritual Phase Diagram' were lost..."
"The chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the chaos of heaven and earth, also started from that day..."
really!
Yang Yu felt somewhat clear in his heart, and vaguely guessed what the old master wanted to say.
"Only Taizu's bloodline can practice the spiritual aspect of the Heavenly Cauldron! Only later generations who practice this spiritual aspect can call upon the 'Heavenly Cauldron' left behind by Taizu!"
Qian Cang thought about it for a long time before revealing his thoughts:
"That's why I don't allow your majesty to practice other spiritual aspects. Not only spiritual aspects, but also those related to spiritual practice such as Taoist fruits, ranks, Taoist skills, etc. are not allowed to be practiced!"
At this point, he paused slightly and then said:
"Not only Your Majesty, but also other bloodlines left by Taizu among the people, as well as veterans, are prohibited from practicing spiritual aspects...
The reason is to wait for the day when the ‘Heaven Cauldron Spiritual Appearance Picture’ can be found!”
"I see!"
Yang Yuzuo suddenly realized it, but he was certain in his heart.
If what Shou Cang said is true, then naturally he still wants to cultivate this spiritual aspect.
He has no intention of occupying the body of his previous master, and naturally he does not have the bloodline of the Great Zhou Taizu!
More importantly, what it means for him to be the 'acting emperor of the Great Weekend' at this moment is self-evident.
Thinking about this, Yang Yu asked directly:
"What if the old master can't find the 'Heavenly Cauldron Spiritual Phase Diagram'?"