All Heavens: Start with the Heaven-Covering Sacrifice

Chapter 205 Yangshen World, Godson Hong Yi
“It is said that in the ancient times, it was not the human race that ruled the ninety-nine states, but the innately born and sacred innate demon gods. Among the billions of innate demon gods, there were the five most powerful god kings. In the ancient times, the human race was enslaved by the demon gods and regarded as blood food. Until the ancestors of the human race discovered that imitating the divine and demon bodies of the ancient demon gods could practice the divine and demon martial arts, or that by visualizing the true forms of those gods and demons, they could condense their souls and obtain magical powers.

As generations of human ancestors cultivated and grew stronger, the human race gradually possessed the power to contend with the ancient demon gods, and gave birth to beings at the Yang God level such as Pan Huang, Changsheng Emperor, and Daoist Creation. Only then did they gradually kill and suppress the ancient demon gods who regarded the human race as blood food, and only then did the human race multiply and grow. So Yi'er, you must remember that the heaven is vigorous and the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement; the earth is gentle and the gentleman is virtuous. "

Daqian Dynasty, Yujing City, He Mansion.

He Lang is teaching his godson Hong Yi to practice martial arts and explaining the history of the Yangshen world to him.

"Godfather, I know!"

At this time, Hong Yi was already a young man in his twenties, but his cultivation had reached the level of a martial arts grandmaster. Although he was young, he possessed an extraordinary bearing.

He Lang's last two words flowed in Hong Yi's heart like a clear spring, dissolving the pressure from his father Hong Xuanji.

"As for Hong Xuanji's words about the relationship between the ruler and the minister, don't listen to his nonsense. As a martial arts immortal, it is simply incomprehensible that he still works as a dog for the Yang family! The mind of a strong person should be like an eagle spreading its wings and flying high in the sky, without any constraints."

When Hong Yi heard what He Lang said, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

After practicing for an hour or so, Hong Yi's blood and energy, which had been as hot as a furnace, gradually calmed down and he returned to his normal appearance.

Afterwards, Hong Yi and He Lang walked to a pavilion on the side. He Lang used his Taoist magic to transform himself into a Taoist soldier, bringing over medicinal tea made from precious medicine and placed the tea on the marble table.

Looking at the Taoist soldiers who possessed the light of wisdom like normal creatures, Hong Yi showed rare surprise.

"Godfather, has your cultivation of the immortal way reached the point where you can create living beings?" Hong Yi asked in surprise.

Over the years, he knew that his godfather practiced both martial arts and Taoism, but he rarely saw He Lang perform Taoist magic and did not realize anything.

Now that I have read hundreds of classics, my horizons have broadened, and I realize the terrifying nature of He Lang's Taoism.

The creatures he casually enlightened were actually not afraid of his blood and energy as a martial arts grandmaster.

"It's just a small breakthrough. I used the thunder tribulation to survive several times in the past few days." He Lang picked up the tea and took a sip, then said calmly.

Hong Yi: “…”

Anyone who can survive the thunder tribulation must be a ghost immortal without a doubt. No wonder He Lang’s Taoism is not afraid of his blood.

Hong Yi was secretly shocked that He Lang's martial arts and immortal cultivation had reached such a terrifying level. He also understood why his biological father was always suppressed and beaten.

Judging from my godfather's ability to create things at will, he must be at least a seven-tribulation ghost immortal.

Hong Yi couldn't help but ask: "Godfather, what realm are you in now?"

When he was young, his godfather was able to compete with his father. Now, more than ten years have passed, and his father has improved, but his godfather's level has become more terrifying. Even though he is always by his side, he has not discovered the slightest abnormality.

"My physical body has been cultivated to a realm of ever-changing changes. As for my soul, I have already passed through the nine tribulations. I only need some time to transform into a Yang God."

Hearing He Lang's words, Hong Yi's hand holding the tea couldn't help but tremble and spilled the tea on the table.

This is almost reaching the peak of the two realms of cultivation!
What martial arts practitioners cultivate is the physical body. In the Yangshen world, the physical body is regarded as a treasure for surviving the world. They practice from martial artist, martial apprentice, martial artist, grand master, and martial saint step by step, respectively cultivating bones, flesh, fascia, internal organs, and essence. After that, they practice one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred acupoints in the human body to become a martial arts immortal. When they reach the realm of immortal, it is difficult for ghosts and gods to harm them.

The cultivation of martial arts immortals requires the cultivation of martial arts will, which must be transformed into substance. After that, there are realms such as the derivation of flesh and blood, and ever-changing states. Finally, one can comprehend the true meaning of shattering, shatter the void, and achieve the highest realm of the physical body.

The cultivation of the soul is even more difficult, from calming the mind, leaving the body, night wandering, day wandering, driving objects, revealing, possession, to the ghost fairy realm, there are many small realms in it, and each step is extremely difficult, not to mention the strongest Yang God realm.

Ordinary people need to practice for thousands of years and go through countless tribulations to cultivate. However, his godfather's realm is already at the highest level. How can Hong Yi not be surprised? He did not doubt the truthfulness of He Lang's words. After all, in his eyes, He Lang is a person who has a word of gold.

At the same time, Hong Yi caught the word "opportunity" that He Lang said very well, and his eyes moved slightly.

He was also a man of great intelligence. From He Lang's few words, he understood that He Lang was not hindered by his realm. Hong Yi guessed that He Lang might have already comprehended the ultimate way to shatter the vacuum and Yang God realm, and was just waiting for an opportunity.

I just don’t know what opportunity I’m waiting for?
"You should know that in the Middle Ages, the various philosophers and saints abolished the destiny of the ancient saint emperor. At that time, the various philosophers and saints created a golden bridge to the other shore, hoping to use it to reach the other shore. In the end, they failed. However, they predicted that a Yizi would be born in the future and lead all living beings to the other shore. When you help Yizi reach the other shore, that will be the time when I break through to the other shore."

Does it mean that by shattering the vacuum and achieving Yang God, one can break through to the realm of the other shore?

After hearing from He Lang what kind of Yizi he was, Hong Yi's focus was not on this. Instead, he became extremely curious about the other side of the realm that He Lang mentioned.

"That's not the case. The two ancient Saint Emperors, Changsheng Emperor and Daoist Creation, also achieved Shattering the Vacuum and Yang God at the same time, but they still haven't achieved the other shore. So I want to see what you, the Yizi in the prophecy, will bring."

After saying this, He Lang saw Hong Yi frowning, and couldn't help but laugh, saying: "Don't worry about this problem. You haven't cultivated to the peak level yet, so you don't need to think about these things. You just need to move forward along the road ahead. When it's time for you to understand, you will already have some sense."

When Hong Yi heard what He Lang said, he suddenly realized that he was trapped in a mental block. The sword of wisdom rose in his heart, and he directly cut off the distracting thoughts in his mind and kept what He Lang said in his heart.

Only at this moment did he remember that He Lang said he was Yi Zi. He didn't know why He Lang valued Yi Zi so much.

"Because the name Yizi has infinite fortune, you should know that those who follow the will of heaven will be at ease, and those who go against the will of heaven will perish. Yi means change, and the fortune of the era is all contained in this word Yi. Therefore, in the Ninety-Nine States and the world outside the Heaven, there are creatures who are eyeing this fortune. In the central world outside the Heaven, there is a person named Xu Yi. When you travel around the world in the future, you need to be more careful when you meet this person."

He Lang said a few words to Hong Yi, who nodded.

"Oh, godfather, this time when I went to the western suburbs for a trip, I met a group of foxes who asked me for advice on reading. I got a scripture from them, which seemed to be the Amitabha Sutra, the supreme inheritance of the Great Zen Temple. Can you help me explain it?"

After He Lang finished speaking, Hong Yi took out a storage bag from his arms, took out the Amitabha Sutra from the storage bag, and handed it to He Lang.

He also told He Lang about the fact that Princess Yuan asked him to be her teacher. "No wonder you didn't come to my place often after you grew up, but you came here today, contrary to your usual behavior. I have seen the person you mentioned, don't worry."

As he spoke, He Lang took the Amitabha Sutra, glanced at it casually, and then turned the true meaning of Tathagata transformed from the Amitabha Sutra into a brand and struck it into Hong Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, so that he could comprehend it at any time.

When Hong Yi heard what He Lang said, he suddenly felt embarrassed and his face turned red.

When he was a child, he would come to He Lang almost every day. However, after he grew up, he gradually heard about the things between He Lang and his parents, so he came less and less frequently. After all, the rumors about the three of them had been going on for a long time in Yujing City.

Of course, He Lang was just joking around. He also knew the concerns in Hong Yi's heart. After all, in Yujing City, Hong Xuanji's competitors were always using the things between him, Hong Xuanji, and Meng Bingyun as a topic to attack Hong Xuanji.

He said that Hong Xuanji was framed by him, and he is Hong Yi's biological father!

If He Lang hadn't personally killed several Martial Saints who had come close to mock him, things would have probably been even more extreme.

As the two were talking and laughing, a Taoist soldier not far away came over with a young woman in her twenties who had her hair tied up on top of her head, a golden phoenix hairpin in her hair, and was wearing white clothes and had skin as white as snow.

She was Hong Yi's mother Meng Bingyun, the former saint of Taishang Dao. She should have died, but because of He Lang's existence, she was still alive.

When she fell in love with Hong Xuanji, her Tai Shang Dao skills were broken and she became a mortal. But now she has regained her spiritual energy, and her cold temperament is gentle.

"Brother He, Yi'er, what are you talking about?"

Meng Bingyun had a faint smile on her face, and there seemed to be stars shining in her pure eyes. Her perfect appearance and fairy-like temperament made her look stunning at first glance.

"I'm telling Yi'er about the way of cultivation and the secrets of the world. Bingyun is here, so please sit down wherever you want!"

"Ah."

Meng Bingyun didn't hesitate and just found a place to sit down.

Listening to He Lang explaining the secrets of martial arts and immortal ways to Hong Yi, he would occasionally speak out to communicate with He Lang, and when he talked about the wonderful points, he was full of laughter. The laughter made Hong Xuanji next door feel a little irritating!
Just thinking of the scene of He Lang suppressing the Boat of Fortune with one hand, he immediately endured it. The price he paid was that there were several piles of stone powder in the garden of the Hong Mansion.

Hong Yi watched his godfather and his mother chatting happily and felt something strange in his heart. He found an excuse to improve his body, left here, returned to the martial arts field, and began to try to refine his marrow.

The two of them also noticed the blood outburst of Hong Xuanji next door. He Lang immediately grinned. Meng Bingyun glanced at him and was speechless again. She discovered at the beginning that He Lang was deliberately using her to tease Hong Xuanji. She didn't expect that after so many years, He Lang still enjoyed it.

The two of them knew why Hong Xuanji was angry, but they were just practicing partners!

The two cosmic scriptures of Tai Shang Dao, Meng Shenji and Meng Bingyun, both take the path of ruthlessness and forgetfulness. When Meng Bingyun came out to gain experience, she fell in love with Hong Xuanji, and eventually fell into disaster and her power was broken.

Later, He Lang believed that the key point of Tai Shang Wang Qing was not on emotion, but to cultivate a non-attachment mind, so as to have emotion but forget about it, thus changing some of the practice routes of the two cosmic classics passed down by the Yang God "Tai".

Coupled with Hong Xuanji's occasional domestic violence, Meng Bingyun approached him, hoping to achieve nirvana and escape this disaster.

"Bingyun, congratulations on your successful nirvana and restoration of your ghost immortal cultivation." He Lang said to Meng Bingyun.

"I also want to thank Brother He for helping Bingyun and protecting me for more than 20 years. Otherwise, Bingyun would have died in the Hong Mansion long ago." The starry sky in Meng Bingyun's eyes was filled with arcs of electricity.

"We are all helping each other. From your nirvana, I also gained the secrets of the two sutras of the universe. I wonder if Sister Bingyun is planning to return to the Supreme Dao, or does she have other plans?"

"How can I have the face to go back to Tai Shang Dao to see my brother now? Now I just want to watch Yi'er grow up." Meng Bingyun said to Hong Yi who was practicing in the martial arts field, there was a hint of regret in her voice.

When she first traveled around the world, she fell in love and lost face for Tai Shang Dao. With Meng Shenji's ruthless personality, he would only think that she was a waste and would not tolerate her if she went back. It would be better for her to stay in Yujing City.

He Lang understood her answer after hearing it.

"Now that you have successfully achieved Nirvana, I have also completed a mission. I will leave Daqian soon and take a good walk in this world to comprehend the charm of the Ninety-Nine States. Do you want to go with me?"

This time, he not only wanted to measure the Ninety-Nine States, but also to meet the many masters of this world.

Such as the five great god kings who were turned into immortal monuments, the Great Emperor of Longevity and the Taoist Master of Creation in the Land of Origin, and the various philosophers and saints of the Middle Ages.

After hearing what He Lang said, Meng Bingyun pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head slowly.

"Brother He, don't worry. After communicating with you, I know that my magical power Hong Xuanji can't do anything to me now. I'd better stay in Yujing and bear the pressure for Yi'er."

Meng Bingyun knew that because of her, Hong Xuanji was making things difficult for Hong Yi in every way possible, and he wanted to force the mother and son to live in a doghouse.

"Then let you and Yi'er live in this mansion. Now that you have recovered your cultivation, I'm afraid Old Hong won't tolerate a thorn in his side like you!"

After saying that, He Lang shattered the void and walked into it and disappeared, leaving Meng Bingyun in the pavilion.

In the Hong Mansion, Hong Xuanji noticed that He Lang's breath had disappeared. After a brief investigation, he went straight to the palace.

"Your Majesty, the traitor who had no emperor suddenly left Yujing, and no one knows where he went." Hong Xuanji knelt in front of the current emperor Yang Pan and said.

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(End of this chapter)