A door separates two different worlds.

The wall of the imperial city is extremely tall and seems to cover all prying eyes, but behind the gate of the city wall, there is no building.

There are no pavilions, pavilions and palace steps.

Some are just an empty square that is as black as ink, and stone tablets erected on it.

There are large and small steles, high and low, or there are people around them, or no one cares about them, but they are scattered everywhere, like a formation, and they seem to be erected at will.

Once you get started, no one will check and monitor.

An Qisheng took two steps forward and came to a stone stele. The stone stele was about thirteen feet high and forty feet wide. True Shape.

Self-confidence refines the shape, and the ten thousand law condenses into the cave.

This is a true figure with a high level, but it is casually depicted on this stone tablet.

Before the stele, a young man sat cross-legged, looked at the stele seriously and carefully, and muttered from time to time.

"Heaven and earth are invisible, all things are visible, turning invisible into visible, turning heaven and earth into one's own body, this is the true form... But why is there a difference in the speed of condensing the same true form, and some people simply condense Can't come out?"

The young man muttered words in his mouth, and his fingers kept sketching and drawing on the ground.

All the buildings in Tianjiao City are shrouded in the formation. Unless a single blow destroys the power of the city formation, it will not hurt any grass or tree. This is not the case with this 'dharma performance platform'.

The young man sketched it casually, and he could leave handwriting one by one.

And An Qisheng was more able to sense that all the experiences he left were recorded by this black square.

An Qisheng stopped, quietly watching the young man muttering to himself, sketching that this young man's cultivation base is not high, it is just his true form, and it is not a single cultivation level.

It can only be said that his aptitude is not high, but when he sketches painting, he is not practicing, but exploring the principle of true form and the speed of condensing true form.

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

But he persevered.

"interesting."

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

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

"There are countless Lingcao Hengsha in the world, but there are many of them with the same medicinal properties. There are not enough records in the 'Lingcao Jing', and we need to collect them again..."

"It is inferior to refining medicine with fire. There is a method of 'Qi refining' in many sects. Only by stripping the impurities in the spirit grass with one's own blood and energy, one can turn into pills for thousands..."

"What is an impurity? For this pill, it is an impurity, but it may not be an impurity for other pills. The principle of pills is to take the essence and get rid of the dross, but what is the dross, it is still uncertain... "

"Everything is born with spirits, and they are all composed of spirits. There is no difference, but we can't use them flexibly... I heard that sages have discovered the essence of spirit grass as early as ancient times, and they can use a single plant. The medicinal power required to convert the spirit grass into ten thousand kinds of elixir is unfortunately lost..."

"Thousands of herbs make thousands of pills. This is not enough. The refining of medicinal herbs can be faster. One spirit grass can make thousands of medicinal pills. The sages can, and 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.

The 30,000,000-year-old Myriad Yang Realm has left countless magical powers and secrets, among which there are naturally many inconceivable magic methods.

Whether it is alchemy, formations, talismans, magic weapons, spiritual treasures, etc., there are countless different refining methods.

Alchemy with fire has long been eliminated by time.

The so-called 'Qi refining' medicinal pills are faster and more effective. An alchemist can make 100,000 medicinal herbs a day when there are enough medicinal herbs.

And 'qi refining' is not the best among the many refining methods, but those higher-level refining methods are only available in the sect holy land.

Even in the Holy Land, it is considered a top secret, and Xuanji's true inheritance of Myriad Laws cannot be reached.

The gap between the Loose Cultivator and the Holy Land is so great that it is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

One is still drinking blood, and the other is already able to interfere with material changes, and most of the medicinal herbs can be refined with the simplest spirit grass.

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

An Qisheng, who held two pieces of Fenghou Lingbao, knew very well that whether it was a magic tool or a spiritual tool, it still stayed on the simple hammering of minerals, branding inscriptions, and mana.

And Lingbao is already an interweaving of 'law and principle', which can be as big or small as desired, and can change from reality to reality.

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

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

Under the same world, the secular and the practice world, the little monk and the big monk, the small sect and the big sect holy land, almost live in two completely different worlds.

Because of this, An Qisheng is not optimistic about Emperor Tianding. The road you have traveled in a thousand years has already been traveled by others.

You may have already traveled the road that you can't even think of.

If you want to win, you can't take the usual path.

An Qisheng still didn't speak, he just walked past stone monuments one by one, stopped, watched, and listened to the discussion.

This square occupies a large area, and the stone monuments are like forests. There are tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands. Among them, in addition to the true shape map, warfare, and combat skills, there are more formations, talismans, refining tools, and alchemy.

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

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

This is a towering stone monument. Before the stone monument, there is only one person. The fourth prince stood with his hands behind his back, stared at the inscription, and asked softly.

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

The most common is the 'Tianqing' event.

“Nice ambience.”

An Qisheng looked casual.

He has come this way, and many people have not had anything that makes his eyes shine, whether guessing or summarizing, they are all unsatisfactory.

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

"It takes a thousand years to walk the road of a million years, which is naturally impossible."

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

He is also very clear about this, but unfortunately, the various sects and sects strictly prohibit the leakage of similar things, but all the disciples who go down the mountain also have the breath of 'king-level spiritual treasure' lingering.

Even if these disciples betrayed the teacher's sect, there is no way to tell them.

"This road is difficult."

An Qisheng is not optimistic.

Most of the valuable experience left by all the outstanding people in the 30 million years is in the hands of the sect, except for those lost in the long river of time.

How could it be easy to catch up?

Individuals can surpass sect disciples, but catching up in all aspects is extremely difficult, extremely difficult.

An Qisheng is very clear about this.

If he does not have the ability to enter a dream, even if he is a genius and has a profound background, it is not something that can be done overnight if he wants to open up a complete path of cultivation from scratch.

Gu Changfeng opened eight roads, also relying on the experience of his predecessors, and also has Dayan Tiantong.

Emperor Tianding did not have this condition, so naturally he could not do it.

This is not something that talent can solve.

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

The fourth prince sighed softly: "Unfortunately, the time is not waiting for me..."

An Qisheng did not respond, his eyes fell on the 'Tianqing' events above the inscription.

'In March of the first year of Tianding, there were seven scattered practitioners fighting from the barren mountains, and one hundred and thirty-six herbalists were involved... In June of the first year of Tianding, the disciples of the training platform chased the murderers for 80,000 miles, and the battle was over. Statistics, more than 13,420 deceased......

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

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

The Tianding Kingdom was not originally called the Tianding Kingdom. Emperor Tianding succeeded to the throne more than a thousand years ago and changed the country's name to "Tianding", setting the first year of the calendar.

The record on this stele is exactly one thousand two hundred and twelve years from the first year of Tianding to the present.

An Qisheng glanced at it, and there were already a few.

It is recorded that there are more than two billion people who died in the 'Tianqing Incident'.

One thousand years, two billion people.

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

"My father used himself as a deterrent to set rules for the sects on the condition of opening the platforms of the kings, and he also closed many loose cultivators, large and small sects. In recent years, very few such things have happened."

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

The tone was calm, and it seemed that there was no longer any turbulence.

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

An Qisheng shook his head and sighed.

The Jiufujie has been fighting for years, and the war is in full swing, with many casualties, and the demons and ghosts in the human world have caused disasters, and the people and the people are suffering.

There are many big sects in the land of Dongzhou to suppress the world and hold the kingship. Even if there is friction with each other, there is no war in the secular dynasties.

But there is also a 'Tianqing'.

All of them reminded An Qisheng a lot, and it is no wonder that there are often people who say that the weak will eat the strong, and that things will be chosen by nature.

It seems that several great worlds can't get rid of this law, even Xuan Xing...

The two of them didn't have the nature of talking for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ The fourth prince had something in his heart, and An Qisheng had no intention of asking, but just walked in the forest of steles and watched the achievements of the Tianding Kingdom in the past thousand years.

Of course, there were no shocking discoveries that made his eyes shine, but they all had their own values, and for him, they were also useful.

The essence of practice lies in every bit, what you think, what you see, what you think, and what you get are all the foundation.

To accumulate, to flourish.

In the days that followed, An Qisheng still did not go to see Emperor Tianding, and listened to the discussions and debates of many monks every day or at the 'Performance Stage'.

Either stay in the pharmacy of Menke Luoque, or deduce the spirit, feel the divine body, tease the chick, give instructions to Zhu Dahai, or enter the cave to 'spur' Zheng Longqiu and others to practice.

Time flies, but more than a year has passed.

Zhuwangtai is about to open.