All Heavens Travel Together: Starting from the Great Xuanhuang World

Chapter 1 The Great Han Dynasty, Prince Yang Li

After late autumn, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and the mountains behind the Han Dynasty palace were ablaze with color, turning the entire landscape red.

A black raven flew over the palace with its red walls and green tiles, and the courtyard with its carved railings and jade steps, and landed on a big tree, looking down at the boy below who was striding away, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

He may be called a teenager, but that's not entirely true.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, and wore a well-tailored winter coat. Despite the freezing weather, he nimbly darted through the mountains and forests, chasing a wild deer that was running for its life in a panic. It was hard to believe.

"middle!"

Yang Li, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped, drew his bow and nocked an arrow in one smooth motion. The bow was no ordinary hunting bow, but a standard military bow of the Han Dynasty.

Then, accompanied by the sharp whistle of an arrow, the wild deer staggered and ran more than ten meters by inertia before collapsing to the ground, shaking the surrounding branches.

At the same time, the iron arrow pierced through the deer's skull, protruding from the other end. This demonstrated Yang Li's immense strength and precise eyesight.

"Thirteenth Prince, you can now draw a 1,000-pound bow to its fullest extent and fire it. You are now known as a divine archer in the Han Dynasty."

Such archery skills and power are beyond the reach of even the geniuses of the royal family. It seems your martial arts have far surpassed the realm of divine power; you can truly be called a prodigy.

"It's a pity that as a prince, your only path is to seize the throne, or perhaps by chance you can join one of the ten sects of immortality and become a member of the immortal path; otherwise, you'll spend your entire life wandering within the dynasty."

A loud voice echoed from the mountains and forests, and a burly figure was walking leisurely towards them.

With black hair and blue eyes, he was tall and imposing, exuding an aura of towering mountains. He was none other than Hong Lie, the chief instructor of the 800,000 troops of the Great Han Dynasty, a master with the cultivation of the Tenth Level of Physical Body and the Divine Transformation Realm.

Physical cultivation is divided into ten levels.

First, health preservation; second, strength training; third, techniques; fourth, hardness and softness; fifth, divine power; sixth, breath control; seventh, internal strengthening; eighth, divine courage; ninth, spiritual connection; tenth, divine transformation!
Hong Lie's physical cultivation at the tenth level was astonishing in the Han Dynasty, but he was extremely humble in front of Yang Li.

He was Yang Li's mother's servant and had looked after Yang Li since he was a child. If Yang Li's mother hadn't died young and he hadn't had any interest in the throne, the current Crown Prince of the Han Dynasty might have been replaced.

Not to mention that Yang Li's maternal clan held a pivotal position in the Great Xuan Dynasty, the most powerful empire in the world, ranking among the kings and marquises. For such a powerful figure, destroying a great Han Dynasty would be an easy task.

"Let's forget about the succession struggle."

Yang Li shook his head, then tried the bowstring again, easily drawing it to a full moon. "This is nothing to be proud of. The emperors of mortal dynasties rarely live past a hundred years."

A few days ago, I received a letter from my mother's family. My aunt, Yan Shuiyi, has already cultivated to the point of achieving the Golden Core of Supernatural Power, entering an inconceivable realm.

They are currently establishing a new sect and want to become the founder of the sect. They have invited me to join the Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Now, what I need to do is continue to improve my strength and reach the tenth level of the physical body as soon as possible. Then I can join the Taiyi Immortal Sect, achieve the Golden Core stage, and establish my own sect as its founder. Wouldn't that be a thousand times more prestigious than being the emperor of the Han Dynasty?

“Indeed, with your progress in martial arts, Thirteenth Master, reaching the tenth level of physical cultivation is just around the corner. At that time, entering the immortal sect and becoming a true disciple will be the most righteous path!” Hong Lie wholeheartedly agreed.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's take the wild deer back and give it to the villagers down the mountain."

Yang Li waved his hand. At this moment, the setting sun was infinite in the sky, and dusk had already arrived. Only the Great Han Palace was brightly lit and bustling with activity, clearly a scene of a prosperous and flourishing dynasty.

"Tomorrow, take my warrant and go to the royal palace to retrieve one hundred White Yang Pills. I want to test the martial arts left behind by my mother and see if I can learn from them, break through to the Divine Might realm, and reach the ninth level of Spiritual Connection."

"Yes, Thirteenth Master." Hong Lie cupped his hands in greeting.

"Well, you go."

Yang Li gave an order, rode his horse away from the back mountain, returned to his bedroom, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

His bedchamber was adorned with scarlet carpets, precious calligraphy and paintings, and incense burners made of bronze tortoises and cranes, burning with expensive spices, exuding an air of wealth and extravagance.

The weather outside was cool in autumn, but inside the palace, a warm breeze wafted through the air. This was because beneath the palace lay a single piece of warm jade, which remained as warm as spring all year round. Outside the palace, a large number of imposing guards stood guard on both sides, each with a gleaming gaze, revealing considerable cultivation.

Yang Li did not cultivate at this moment, but instead immersed his mind in his thoughts, as if waiting for something.

The next moment, he was jolted awake and found himself in a strange space.

The space was five zhang high and five zhang wide, and the interior was incredibly bright, as if it were built on the sun. Two figures were already talking in the middle, indicating that Yang Li had arrived a step too late.

Soon, two figures walked over side by side. One was handsome and dressed in brocade, the other had a refined appearance and wore coarse linen clothes. Both laughed loudly:
"The big shot is here! The big shot is here!"

Yang Li looked at the two people's identical faces. Although she was familiar with them, she still felt a sense of astonishment every time she looked at them, as if she were looking in a mirror.

In particular, Yang Li knew that these two were himself, one who had transmigrated to the world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and the other to the world of Calabash Brothers. "I didn't expect the seven-day cooldown to be so long; every day felt like an eternity!"

"Indeed, especially knowing that one of us has transmigrated to the world of immortality, which is one of the strongest worlds in all the heavens!"

The moment the three locked eyes, Yang Li felt an unprecedented surge of consciousness, followed by two entirely new pieces of information flooding his mind.

Yang Li skipped over the beginning of the two memories and only looked at everything that happened in those seven days.

After all, this mysterious space recharges every seven days. After recharging, either a new version of yourself will appear, or the space will grow larger.

Yang Li had also studied it several times, but found that the seven-day cooling period seemed unchangeable, so he gave up.

His first memory is of traveling through time to the bottom of Lanruo Temple in Liaozhai, where he became the only son of a wealthy man in a large town.

Upon discovering that many extraordinary people had recently arrived in the town, and that the government had already closed its gates, Yang Li, after repeatedly writing letters to the government to no avail, decisively chose to persuade his father in this life to sell the family property and prepare to open a business.

He had no choice but to run. The Black Mountain Demon was about to cause trouble, and in a few days the whole city would turn into a ghost town. What could a weakling like him, who wasn't even a cultivator, do?

He first generously donated to the Buddhist community, and with the abbot's help, his whole family lived in the temple. Then, feeling safe, he began to seek immortality and enlightenment everywhere.

After searching for seven days, I finally learned the swordsmanship tradition of a person named Fu Qingzi from the pre-Qin period. Now I am gradually refining a sword pellet and nurturing it in my dantian.

In the second memory, Yang Li, who looked like an old farmer, had been farming at the foot of Hulu Mountain for ten years, living a life where men farmed but women did not weave.

He was the first Yang Li who had not come into contact with the extraordinary. After waiting for the Immortal Yang Li and the Strange Tales Yang Li to share their abilities, he successfully separated his soul from his body and was able to meet the Mountain God, becoming the local earth god of a village.

He currently manages the marriage and funeral arrangements for fourteen households. He knows a little magic, but dealing with the scorpion demon in Calabash Mountain is out of the question. Even a toad demon would be a life-or-death crisis for him.

Fortunately, he has found the location of the old man in the original story, and the pangolin has not yet appeared, which means that there is still some time before the original story begins.

Having digested the two sets of memories, Yang Li's understanding of the cheat system deepened further, allowing him to share everything with his counterparts in various worlds, including but not limited to spirit, body, bloodline, cultivation, talent, and so on.

The instant he finished processing the memories, he comprehended a sword pill technique called "Fu Qingzi's Explanation of Sword Techniques" and a faint turquoise seal with the inscription "Imperial Edict to the Land God of Niujiazhuang, Hulushan".

Yang Li's lips curled up, and his expression gradually brightened.

This cheat code is simply amazing.

In just a few breaths, he understood the perilous situation in the other two worlds and prepared a way to break it.

After browsing through the memories, Yang Li from the Liaozhai world couldn't help but say, "Taiyi Sect, buddy, put in a little more effort and directly cultivate to the Divine Power Realm. Then you can be chopped up by the Tree Demon Granny for firewood!"

He's now focused on latching onto a powerful figure; what's the point of him trying to ride on someone else's coattails? He's just lying low and waiting for his turn to take off!

Ever since he entered the world of Liaozhai, he has never had a day of debauchery and extravagance. He lives in constant fear, hiding and running away.

Back at the temple, he was eating simple meals every day, and his mouth was so bland that he was starting to miss the beer and lobster he used to eat on Earth.

Yang Li, the Calabash Brother, was filled with envy. "Yang Li, you must work really hard!"

They witnessed the majesty of the mountain god and the wickedness of the monsters of Calabash Mountain.

Calabash Brother Yang Li craves power, but this time he obtained the power of physical cultivation from the immortal Yang Li, which has transformed him completely. He can now deliver a punch with the force of tens of thousands of pounds, and even without the power of magic, he can send bricks flying.

After another exchange, the three went their separate ways.

……

In the world of immortality, Yang Li opened his eyes and felt light and airy all over, as if he had become an omnipotent god.

The world was exceptionally clear to him; his senses were amplified at an alarming rate, and he could even hear the sound of two ants fighting in the garden outside the room!

"Time is precious, so we should break through the ninth level of the physical body as soon as possible. Although the perspective of the gods is wonderful, it is ultimately not the Great Dao."

As night fell, Yang Li stopped pondering the sword pellet and the earth seal, and instead fell into a deep sleep to prepare for tomorrow's martial arts training.

It's a pity that those hundred White Yang Pills couldn't be brought into the space. Otherwise, Yang Li from Liaozhai and Yang Li from Calabash Brothers wouldn't need to cultivate slowly; they could have achieved enlightenment quickly.

He only needs to wait for Hong Lie to send one hundred White Yang Pills tomorrow. Then he can cultivate the Taiyi Sensing Technique left by his mother, concentrate his spirit, open the Heavenly Gate, and break through to the Ninth Level of Spiritual Connection!
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