A door separates two different worlds.

The walls of the Imperial City were so tall that they seemed to hide all prying eyes, but behind the gates of the walls, there were no buildings.

Pavilions, palace steps, all none.

Yes, it was just an empty square as black as ink, and the stone monuments erected on it.

The stele is large and small, the stele is high and low, or someone is clustered on the side, or no one cares, but it is just dotted around, like a formation, and it seems to be just erected at random.

As soon as you get started, there is no longer anyone to check and monitor.

An Qisheng paced two steps forward, and came to a stone tablet, which was about thirteen zhang high and four zhang wide, with deep internal formation patterns, and various martial arts, exercises, and true forms were depicted on it.

Self-convincing qi refining form, to ten thousand laws condensing the cave sky.

This is a true shape diagram of not low grade, but it is randomly engraved on this stone tablet.

In front of the stele, a young man sat cross-legged, looking at the stele seriously and carefully, and his mouth was sometimes babbling.

"Heaven and earth are formless, all things are tangible, turn the invisible into the tangible, turn the heaven and the earth into one's own body, this is the true form...... But why is there a gap in the condensation speed of the same true map, and some people can't condense it at all? ”

The young man was muttering words, his fingers constantly sketching on the ground.

All the buildings in Tianjiao City are shrouded in formations, unless there is a blow to break the power of the city's formation, otherwise not a single grass or tree will be injured, but this 'Dharma Stage' is not the case.

The young man sketched as he could, and he could leave a handwriting.

And An Qisheng can feel it even more, and the experience he left behind has been recorded in this ink-black square.

An Qisheng stopped, quietly watched the young man muttering to himself, sketching, this young man's cultivation is not high, it is just a true form, and it is not a single cultivation realm.

It can only be said that his qualifications are not high, but he is sketching and drawing, but he is not practicing, but exploring the principle of true form, and the speed of condensation of true form.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting, and he didn't know how many notes he had left behind, and he didn't seem to have gained anything at all.

But he persevered.

"Interesting."

An Qisheng didn't bother him and walked over to the next stone monument.

The height of this stone tablet is much higher, and there are more people nearby, but it is not a true form map, but the names of many spiritual materials, medicinal uses, pharmacology, the formula of the elixir, and the heat required for alchemy.

"There are countless spiritual grasses in the world, but there are many of them with the same medicinal properties, and there are not enough records in the 'Spirit Grass Sutra', and they need to be collected again......

"In the end, refining medicine with fire is inferior, there is a method of 'qi refining' among many major sects, and only by stripping off the impurities in the spirit grass with your own blood and qi, you can become ......a pill at once."

"What are impurities? For this pill is an impurity, for other pills may not also be impurities, the principle of the pill is to take its essence to remove its dross, but what is dross, but it is not yet possible to determine......"

"Everything is born with spiritual machines, and they are all composed of spiritual machines, and there is no difference, but we can't use them flexibly....... I heard that as early as ancient times, a sage had discovered the essence of the spirit grass, which could be converted into ten thousand kinds of spirit herbs with one spirit grass, but unfortunately, it was lost......"

"Thousands of herbs become thousands of pills, this is far from enough, the refining of pills can be faster, a spirit grass can refine tens of millions of pills, the sages can, we can also ......"

This stele is very lively, and many people discuss with each other, or talk to themselves, or leave notes on their experiences.

In the 30 million years of the Wanyang Realm, there are countless secret methods of supernatural powers, and there are naturally many incredible methods among them.

Whether it is alchemy, formation, talisman, magic weapon, spirit treasure, etc., there are countless different refining methods.

Alchemy with fire has long been eliminated by the years.

The so-called 'qi refining' pill is faster and the effect is better, an alchemist, when there are enough herbs, one person can refine 100,000 pills a day.

And 'Qi refining' is not the best among the many refining methods, but those more advanced refining methods are only available in the Holy Land of the Sect.

Even in the Holy Land, it is considered a top secret, and the true inheritance of the Ten Thousand Law Realm like Xuanji cannot be reached.

The gap between the casual cultivation and the Holy Land is so great that ordinary people can not imagine.

One is still drinking blood, and the other is already able to interfere with material changes, and only the simplest spirit grass is needed to refine most of the pills.

And the gap between magic weapons, spirit weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures is not harder and stronger.

An Qisheng, who held two Fenghou Lingbao in his hands, knew very well that whether it was a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, it was still a simple beating mineral, imprinting inscriptions, and mana.

And Lingbao is already an interweaving of 'law and reason', which can be big and small, and can change between virtual and real.

The gap between the two is even greater than the gap between stone tools and nuclear weapons.

Fang Lingjian can only use it to smash people, but it doesn't mean that he can only smash people.

Under the same heaven and earth, the secular and the spiritual world, the minor monks and the great monks, the small sects and the big sects, almost live in two completely different worlds.

Because of this, An Qisheng is not optimistic about Emperor Tianding, you have exhausted the road you have traveled for a thousand years, and people have already walked it.

The road you can't even think of, people may have already walked.

If you want to win, you can't go the wrong way.

An Qisheng still didn't speak, just walked by one stone tablet, stopped, watched, listened and discussed.

This square occupies a large area, the stele is like a forest, I don't know tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, in addition to the true shape map, tactics, and combat skills, there are more formations, talismans, refining weapons, and alchemy.

It seems to be all-encompassing, and it is a microcosm of the Dongzhou cultivation world.

"Mr. Yuan, why didn't you speak along the way?"

This is a towering stone stele, in front of the stele, but there is only one person, the fourth prince stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the inscription, and asked softly.

This stele is the tallest and largest, but what is depicted on it is not the practice of exercises, but many statecraft events, experiences, difficulties, and various solutions.

The most is the 'sky tilt' incident.

"Nice vibes."

An Qisheng's expression was casual.

Along the way, many people didn't have anything that made his eyes shine, whether it was speculation or summary, it was not satisfactory.

It's not as good as what he saw in the elder's 'dreams' from the true inheritance of several major sect holy places.

"It is naturally impossible for a thousand years to walk the road of millions of years."

The fourth prince nodded: "It's just that the road has to be taken step by step." ”

He is also very aware of this, but unfortunately, the holy places of the sects strictly prohibit the leakage of similar things, but all the disciples who go down the mountain also have the aura of 'king-level spirit treasure'.

Even if these disciples betrayed their masters, they would not be able to tell them at all.

"This road is difficult."

Anderson is not optimistic.

Most of the valuable experiences left by all the outstanding Tianjiao in the past 30 million years, except for those lost in the long river of time, are in the hands of the sect.

How is it possible to catch up so easily?

A single individual can surpass the disciples of the sect, but it is extremely difficult and extremely difficult to catch up with and surpass in all aspects.

Enchison was well aware of this.

If he doesn't have the ability to dream, even if he is a genius and has a profound background, and he wants to open up a complete path of cultivation from scratch, it will not be possible to do it overnight.

Gu Changfeng opened eight roads, which also relied on the experience of his predecessors, and he also had a great deal of talent.

Emperor Tianding did not have this condition, so it was naturally impossible to do it.

This is no longer something that talent can solve.

"It's difficult, and it's not impossible."

The fourth prince sighed lightly: "It's a pity, I won't be waiting for ....."

An Qisheng did not respond, his eyes fell on the inscription of the 'heaven-tilting' events.

'In March of the first year of Tianding, there were seven scattered cultivators who fought from the barren mountain, affecting one hundred and thirty-six herb people...... In June of the first year of Tianding, the disciples of the Dharma Refining Platform chased the murderer for 80,000 miles, and after the battle, more than 13,420 people died.......

At the end of June of the first year of Tianding.......

July ....... of the first year of Tianding'

Tianding Kingdom was not originally called Tianding Kingdom, and Emperor Tianding succeeded to the throne more than 1,000 years ago and changed the name of the country to 'Tianding', setting the first year of the calendar.

The record on this stone tablet is also from the first year of Tianding to the present, 1,212 years.

An Qisheng glanced at it, and he already counted it.

It records that more than 2 billion people died in the 'Heavenly Fall Incident'.

1,000,000,000,000,000,0

It's just a string of numbers, but it's not just a string of numbers.

"My father took the opening of the Zhuwangtai as a condition, set the rules with the sect as a deterrent, and restrained many scattered cultivators, large and small sects, but in recent years, there have been very few such things."

The fourth prince seemed to know what An Qisheng was looking at, and explained casually.

The tone was calm, and it seemed that there were no waves for a long time.

"The sin is not in the monks, but in the hearts of men."

An Qisheng shook his head and sighed lightly.

The Jiufu Realm has been fighting for many years, the war is in full swing, there are many casualties, the demons and ghosts in the world are troubled, and the people are not happy.

There are many great sects in the land of Dongzhou to suppress the world and hold the royal power, even if there is friction with each other, the secular dynasty has no war.

But there is a 'heaven tilt'.

All these things make An Qisheng think a lot in his heart, and it is no wonder that some people often say that the weak eat the strong, and natural selection is competitive.

It seems that several great realms can't get rid of this law, even Xuanxing......

For a while, neither of them had the nature to talk about.

The fourth prince had something in his heart, and An Qisheng had no intention of asking, but just walked in the forest of steles, watching the thousand-year-old achievements of Tianding Kingdom.

Although there is no amazing discovery in his eyes, they all have their own value and are of some use to him.

Cultivation is all about what you think, what you see, what you think, what you get, all of which are the essence.

Accumulation can be erect.

In the following days, An Qisheng still did not go to see Emperor Tianding, and listened to the discussions and arguments of many monks in the 'Dharma Stage' every day.

Either stay in the pharmacy of Menke Luoque, or deduce the spiritual appearance, comprehend the divine body, tease the chicks, guide Zhu Dahai, or enter the cave to 'spur' Zheng Longqiu and others to practice.

Time flies, but more than a year has passed.

The platform of kings is about to open.