All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 126 Meng Qi: "This is the art style I wanted!"

The Crying Old Man, who was at the pinnacle of outdoor scenery, ranked thirty-third on the Earth Ranking, and was a peerless villain who roamed the Death Sea and the Burial God Desert, died just like that.

He was punched to death!
At this moment, Qu Jiuniang was truly shocked, and a chill ran down her spine.

This handsome young man, dressed in flowing white robes, strode across the yellow sand, seemingly stepping on the pulse of the entire world. His Daoist aura was astonishing, and wherever he passed, spiritual energy erupted, the earth revived, and oases flourished with life, with green grass and flowers blooming and spreading outwards, bringing auspicious signs everywhere.

But when he threw that punch, it was so powerful and overwhelming, making people tremble!

"To kill a Grandmaster at the peak of the Outer Realm with one punch, could it be a Dharma Body Elder?" Qu Jiuniang swallowed hard, then shook her head. Not necessarily. Even a Grandmaster at the half-step Dharma Body stage could die on the spot if he used a peerless killing move.

But there is no doubt that such formidable strength is rare in the world. It is unlucky for an old man to run into such a person.

At least according to the information Qu Jiuniang had, there seemed to be no other young man among the major forces with such distinctive characteristics, with the demeanor of an immortal god-king in the heavens. Once seen, he would never be forgotten!

"God!" Many herdsmen knelt down, and the old people prayed tremblingly. Yang An was like a savior who had descended, deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Amitabha! Thank you, benefactor, for killing the old man and making him cry, thus fulfilling my wish. This humble monk is eternally grateful, and even sacrificing my life could not repay you!"

Master Xuanbei clasped his hands together, his expression one of relief and liberation, and bowed to Yang An from afar.

"It was nothing," Yang An said calmly. He hadn't expected the old man to be so frail and weak, unable to even withstand a single punch.

Calculating the power of a dragon transformation seems a bit difficult. Perhaps taking a step further, like a half-step into a Dharma Body, would be much stronger. He strolled over, not fast, but leisurely. Yet the entire world seemed to be welcoming him. With one step, he arrived at the mountain peak.

A strange, dark gem appeared at the place where the Weeping Old Man died, floating on the water. It was covered with cracks and divided into countless facets, each facet shimmering with a ghostly light that could entice the soul, like doors leading to the depths of the Netherworld, the gates beyond the Gates of Hell.

The Gate of the Netherworld!

The main material for this divine weapon has been meticulously crafted by the Weeping Old Man for a long time.

Now only this gem remains. As for other treasures and secret artifacts, they couldn't withstand the Hundred Steps Divine Fist and were all reduced to ashes.

Yang An casually grabbed the gemstone and held it in his hand. He sensed its peculiar veins, which seemed to connect to the Netherworld, reverse Yin and Yang, and guide the spirits of the dead. It possessed a unique quality of this world, a blend of Dao and reason.

Although it seems to be much inferior in quality and durability to the saint-level materials he has encountered in the Shrouding the Heavens universe, such as mutton fat white jade divine iron and nine heavens red jade king, its laws and Dao charm are much stronger, almost outwardly manifest.

"interesting."

Yang An gave his evaluation, then put the main material of the divine weapon into his mouth.

"Crack, click, click!"

Xuanbei's eyes widened in shock. He clasped his hands together and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha.

"This...this..." Qu Jiuniang was completely horrified, unable to understand what this mysterious young man was doing, opening his mouth to eat the main material of a divine weapon, did he have such good teeth!

"Entering the Nine Netherworlds, visiting the Underworld, the Gates of Hell are wide open!"

Yang An, who devoured the Netherworld Gate, perfectly controlled that power. His gaze seemed to penetrate the Netherworld. The awakening of five giant elephant particles gave him a different understanding of the principles of the Netherworld.

'The Spear of the Underworld can pierce through the nine netherworlds!'

He had a restless feeling, as if this was the opportunity to trigger the gates of hell. Unlike the world of the trilogy, this world had the Nine Netherworlds, and if he could receive its blessing, he could even reach the realm of the pseudo-other shore.

The principles, laws, and principles are things that can only be deeply explored in legends, but in this real world that is equivalent to the immortal realm, it seems that this is not the case.

The killer moves in the outer realms can all trigger cause and effect, time and other factors, which is technically very advanced and quite different from the world of the trilogy.

"Divine weapons as the main material, unparalleled divine skills, and it would be best to find a few legendary divine weapons or otherworldly divine weapons to protect oneself."

The Chaos Green Lotus was ultimately left to future generations by the Azure Emperor. Having a divine weapon in one's own hands is undoubtedly much better.

Having found the direction, Yang An looked at Xuan Bei.

"Please wait a moment, benefactor." Xuan Bei bowed and waved his sleeve, and An Guoxie, who was confronting Meng Qi, disappeared without a trace, as did none of the old man's men.

These are ruthless bandits who kill without blinking an eye, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Even if they have laid down their weapons, Xuan Bei will not show them any mercy.

"master!"

Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were momentarily distracted when they appeared in front of Xuan Bei and quickly spoke.

"Zhen Ding greets Senior." Meng Qi's eyes flickered, he clasped his hands together, and looked at Yang An with envy in his eyes.

So handsome!
This is the art style he wanted!

Yang An's imposing figure, handsome face, white robes untouched by dust, shimmering with celestial light, black hair dancing lightly, and eyes that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth, made him appear like an unparalleled god-king descending, possessing an almost supreme charm that captivated all who beheld him.

Looking at himself, Meng Qi saw that the Shaolin disciple's usual gray robes, worn even more worn after so long in the windswept desert, made him appear even more rustic, his bald head practically reflecting the light. A wave of sadness washed over him, his defenses crumbling. "Why do I look so much like a lowly soldier!"

"Good good!"

Yang An casually accepted the title of "senior" and looked at the two of them with interest. Zhen Hui, after being elbowed by Meng Qi, also came to her senses and earnestly called him "senior," completely unremarkable.

However, Yang An knew the other party's true identity: the reincarnation of the famous 'Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun' Yang Jian, whose background was extraordinary.

"Thank you for your help, benefactor, in punishing evil and eliminating wickedness."

Sitting in the inn, Xuanbei was once again filled with gratitude, his complex emotions almost indescribable.

His feud with the Crying Old Man had been going on for a long time. He went from being a disciple of Master Tianhuang to being attacked by Master Tianhuang, resulting in the destruction of his family and the loss of his home. He finally succeeded in taking revenge, but was then hunted down by the Crying Old Man and fled to the Shaolin Temple.

Now this long-standing feud has finally come to an end, and the old man who was crying has died.

"Senior Yang An, where do you come from, and what brings you here? I wonder if I can be of any help?" Meng Qi asked with a shrewd look in his eyes, frantically trying to curry favor. He had originally planned to take advantage of this opportunity to leave Shaolin Temple, return to secular life, and run away, but now he wasn't in such a hurry.

"Reincarnation!"

Yang An smiled and said, "If we're talking about the main materials for divine weapons, there's no one in the world as numerous as the Six Paths."

But his words struck like a thunderbolt, startling Meng Qi so much that he almost dropped his teacup.

"I see." Qu Jiuniang, the inn's receptionist, glanced at the group. She wondered how such a mysterious expert could suddenly appear and kill a Grandmaster at the peak of the Outer Realm with a single punch. It turned out he was from the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space.

I am not talented, but I, Qu Jiuniang, am also a reincarnator in the Six Paths of Reincarnation!
She was also an important member of one of the forces, Bixia Yuanjun of the Immortal Realm. Was she proud? No.

Qu Jiuniang was filled with curiosity, but she still wisely served the beef.

"It's been so long since I've tasted these things." Yang An, adapting to local customs, picked up some beef and mutton from the real world with his chopsticks and sighed. Since embarking on the path of cultivation, he had been engaged in countless battles and conquests, and the divine wines and delicacies he had eaten were at least the meat of exotic beast kings. He had never had anything like this before.

However, the cows and sheep in the real world are not ordinary either. They are a level above all the heavens and myriad worlds. They are fragments of time and parallel universes. These 'cows' also have their own identities!
From this perspective, it cannot be called an ordinary dish.

"What you say, senior, is profound and unfathomable." Meng Qi smiled awkwardly, filled with doubts and excitement as he wondered why the other party had brought up the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Is it really related to it?

If it were a reincarnator, what would be the purpose of seeking him out? No, it should be someone who was just passing by and happened to kill an evil old monster. Meng Qi did not overestimate his own abilities; what merit did he have to be noticed by such a person?

However, this person's statement was indeed bold. The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation has the power to annihilate, and he has personally witnessed the punishment for leaking information. Mentioning it in front of outsiders is like walking a tightrope.

Meng Qi looked down at the few tea leaves floating in the teacup, lost in thought.

Xuanbei, holding prayer beads, though a monk who had abstained from meat and vegetables, still kept Yang An company, offering words of advice and guidance: "The world is now divided into two: the Zhao family of the Great Jin, the Gao family of the Great Zhou, fourteen aristocratic families, four Buddhist temples, three Taoist sects, six sword-wielding factions, six powerful forces, and nine demonic paths..."

"The Venerable Master, Abbot Kongwen of my temple, Daoist Chonghe of the Chunyang Sect, and Guldor, the number one Khan of the grasslands on the Heavenly Ranking!"

Although he was puzzled by Yang An's shallow understanding of these common-sense matters, Xuan Bei patiently explained that since the other party had killed the Crying Old Man to end his obsession, it was only right to repay him with his life. What did these things matter?

He had previously offered to give up all his possessions to repay the debt, but Yang An didn't care. What use were those things? He'd rather just listen to some stories.

Xuanbei was an excellent orator, and his chanting of Buddhist scriptures was exceptional. He could also speak eloquently about the current state of the world, providing a great deal of information.

Leaving aside the many secrets hidden in the real world, the ancient great powers, the real world at present is at most a high-martial world, with two major families, righteous and evil factions, not to mention the threat from the grasslands and the lurking demon race.

There are fewer than ten officially recognized high-ranking deities; most of them are actually human immortals.

With Yang An's strength, he could dominate the world. Few could rival him. He could defeat a peak Outer Realm cultivator with a single punch, and a half-step Dharma Body cultivator could at most withstand two more punches. Without a divine weapon, he was nothing but an ant.

"Life is truly as lonely as snow!" he exclaimed, drawing envious glances from Meng Qi.

When will he be able to speak like this? Ideally, he would stand atop the capital city, under a bright moon and sparse stars, holding a three-foot-long sword, dressed in flowing white robes, with black hair cascading down his shoulders, speaking leisurely.

A group of fans sat in the audience at the end; he was incredibly popular and unparalleled.

"If there were a battle between Dharma bodies, that would be ideal," Yang An said with a faint smile.

Having arrived in this world of high-level martial arts, let's do as the Romans do and test our skills against the world. Let's spar with the top masters on the Heavenly Ranking, enter the Three Paths and Four Buddhas, collect divine weapons and materials from imperial families to aid our cultivation, and explore the mysteries of the Dharma Body system along the way.

If the Divine Elephant True Qi can simulate the Dharma Body system, including legendary and otherworldly characteristics, it might be quite useful for developing one's talents.

Yang An had already made plans for the upcoming journey and left a contingency plan on Meng Qi. A wisp of Divine Elephant True Qi was attached to him, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space would reopen in the next few days, so it was worth keeping an eye on him.

(End of this chapter)