Chapter 653

The water ripples were serene, river porpoises chased the waves, and the golden-leafed tower ship sped along the Huai River.

On the wide water surface, no merchant ship could catch up, and none dared to approach without reason.

A scorching will rose into the high sky, its form like a mountain, its state like a god, its momentum like the scorching sun.

All who experienced it were astonished and filled with awe.

The boatmen shifted their rudders, quietly yielding the waterway, as if a fierce tiger were slumbering on the tower ship.

Heavenly Altar.

The figure stood motionless, covered in thick snow.

Heaven and earth merged.

Liang Qu's soul shed its physical shell, walking upon the veins of heaven and earth, comprehending the tides of spiritual energy and the vitality of all things. Although his five senses were gone, he had a brand-new understanding of the world he had never experienced before.

He didn't know how long it had been.

Liang Qu suddenly smelled a touch of reality mixed into the illusion.

The rich aroma of wine and milk mixed together, diffusing fragrance, drifting lightly into his nostrils.

Gurgle~~

He had been sitting at the altar for several days without a drop of water.

The fragrance was like a sharp fishhook, hooking out the gluttonous worm in his stomach.

Immediately after.

The morning bell rang.

The whole world suddenly woke up, his soul became heavy and fell back into his physical shell.

His five senses returned, his arms felt slightly heavy, and the soft, furry touch was transmitted through the soles of his boots.

Huh?

What's going on?

His toes gripped lightly; Liang Qu knew he was sitting at the altar, and the altar surface was as hard as jade, so it shouldn't have such a touch.

He opened his eyes.

The bright yellow candlelight set the background for the tent, and the slaves in brocade clothes and narrow sleeves knelt on the ground, using their knees to press against the carpet, rubbing forward.

They held high the charred, fragrant roasted meat and sheep's milk. Looking around, the long, thick, and soft wool carpet stretched for a thousand paces, like a centipede crawling.

Liang Qu was one segment of it.

"Hahaha!"

The man's loud laughter shook the ground slightly.

His gaze was drawn upward.

The dazzling golden light made his pupils shrink slightly.

Liang Qu exclaimed softly in his heart.

A throne of pure gold?

A meat-mountain demon king?

The Great Elder of the Dragon-Man tribe was seven feet five inches tall, over two and a half meters. When he stood before him, he had to look up; he was the tallest person Liang Qu had ever seen.

But the "meat mountain" before him had two wisps of beard twisted into small braids, curved high. Just sitting down, he was no less than the Great Elder, and his length and width were nearly one to one. He sat naked on the golden throne, and nine women beneath him were unclothed, entwined and hanging on him, either sitting or leaning.

Khan?

Liang Qu had a thought for no reason.

"Pour the wine!"

The meat-mountain demon king shouted.

A woman on his broad shoulders stepped on his chest, the silver chain at her ankle flashing. She lifted the wine pot lightly, and the amber wine was like a melting glacier waterfall from the top of a high mountain, filling the "meat mountain's" big mouth, overflowing onto the shoulders and backs of the remaining women, and finally flowing into the carpet, soaking in and disappearing.

Wait.

The meat-mountain demon king was so tall.

His gaze moved downward.

Hiss!

"Meat!"

The "centipede" moved.

Liang Qu's forearm felt light.

The "meat-mountain demon king" grabbed a piece of meat but didn't swallow it. He spread his five fingers, squeezing out the golden, tempting sheep fat, and then lifted the woman on his shoulder, rubbing it hard onto the beauty's body.

He rubbed from her neck to her waist, then to her thighs, and finally fell between her tiny feet.

Her fair skin glowed with light, revealing a peach-red color, like a fragrant milk sheep.

Plop!

The fat flowed and dripped onto her toes, splashing a tiny oil flower in front of Liang Qu.

The Khan looked up and laughed.

This scene.

Liang Qu suddenly realized something.

The first time he sat at the altar, he comprehended the Six Heyi of Heaven and Man. His gaze was infinitely far, discerning the veins of heaven and earth, the twilight of yin and yang, wandering through rivers and mountains, great freedom, great pleasure, as if he could do anything.

The second time he sat at the altar, the first half remained the same, but the second half was completely opposite. In the midst of pleasure, he arrived at this scene for no reason.

If it were someone else, they would inevitably be panicked, thinking that too many Jiang Zongshi remnants had been fed to them, and the "demonic shadows" in the Heavenly Altar had transformed into "inner demons," bewitching the mind and trapping them in an illusion.

Only Liang Qu, who had experienced the River Lord beheading the dragon three times, understood.

After comprehending the realm.

It was time to learn the technique.

So, where was Yan Yan Dongjun?

The slave who offered the roasted meat and fine wine came outside the tent.

In an instant, the cold wind hit his face, and the wind and snow wrapped around his hair. Inside and outside the tent were two completely different worlds.

The world was desolate, and heavy snow fell wildly.

The vast white world was empty.

But Liang Qu was still sitting at the altar, and the state of Six Heyi of Heaven and Man had not yet been detached.

By his ears and in his heart, footsteps echoed.

His gaze was cast into the infinitely far distance.

In the wind and snow, a figure moved slowly, one step at a time, stepping out a clear snowy path.

Everything was silent.

Seeing the figure coming from far away, Liang Qu's heart was calm.

Separated by a hundred miles, with wind and snow everywhere, wanting to see a person clearly and hear a person was a fantasy.

However, with the Six Heyi of Heaven and Man, everything was as clear as the lines on his palm, and the clearer it was, the more he knew the terror of the comer!

Outside the wind and snow, the sacred mountain collapsed.

There was nowhere to escape!

Every step the figure took was like a star falling to the ground, a divine dragon turning over, the rumbling sound shaking his heart and spirit.

Vast and magnificent.

In a trance.

The wind and snow were pierced, and the sunlight dissipated.

Liang Qu looked up.

A scorching will rose into the high sky, its form like a mountain, its state like a god, its momentum like the scorching sun!

The dark clouds that had brought wind and snow for days were dispersed, and the long-lost sunlight fell along with the bone-chilling cold!

"Yan Yan Dongjun!"

The giant roar shook, the golden tent exploded, and countless slaves spat blood from their mouths and noses, dying on the spot.

The Khan dragged his giant blade and ran wildly across the ground.

Thousands of trampling sounds became one!

"It's been five days."

In the Wangdou, Lan Lan Jicai put down the last two portions of Jiang Zongshi remnants.

Xu Xu Zishuai relaxed his shoulders and leaned against the ship's side, silently counting the days his junior brother had been sitting at the altar.

Seven days of burning incense and bathing, five days of meditation at the altar, it had been thirteen days since they set off from Pingyang.

The further north the ship went, the colder the weather became. Whenever it rained, it would fall as frost.

For half a month, the Huai River had two heavy snowfalls, submerging the Heavenly Altar, but no one dared to climb the pole to wipe it, fearing to disturb Liang Qu's meditation and comprehension.

The soldiers tied the sail ropes and walked across the deck.

Xu Xu Zishuai called out to ask: "How many more days until we reach the Imperial Capital?"

The soldier cupped his hands: "Reporting to my lord, we have reached Cangzhou. In another three to five days, we will definitely arrive at the Imperial Capital before the 25th!"

"Just in time for the New Year..." Xu Xu Zishuai felt relieved and turned to ask Yang Xu, "Senior Brother, Ah Shui has sat at the altar three times in a row, won't he open the Profound Light directly?"

"No." Yang Xu looked into the distance at the river surface, "Opening the Profound Light is similar to the Six Heyi of Heaven and Man, both merging oneself with heaven and earth. However, the opportunity within does not rely solely on comprehension. If one is too insignificant, one cannot merge. Therefore, only those at the upper stage of Hunting Tiger who have perfected the three-story building can awaken."

"Ah Shui isn't weak, he pressed a Hunting Tiger to fight while at Wolf Smoke." Xu Xu Zishuai thought of the Great Hunting Tiger Meet.

"This insignificance is not distinguished by strength, but should be about completeness."

"What is completeness?"

Yang Xu looked around and couldn't find any good examples, so he reached out and grabbed the wooden ship side: "It's like having two wooden balls of different sizes, one small and round, one large but incomplete.

The so-called opening of the Profound Light requires roundness, not size, so the latter is not as good as the former. It's just that three altar sittings cannot be underestimated. With Liang Shidi's talent, it's not difficult to remember most of it. When the three-story high building stands tall and he is complete and flawless, opening the Profound Light will be a matter of course."

"Doesn't that mean he will still open the Profound Light directly, it's a sure thing, just not apparent for now?"

Yang Xu was slightly stunned and laughed.

"That's right."

"Tsk tsk."

Xu Xu Zishuai clicked his tongue.

Some people enter Perfected Form from Hunting Tiger and don't advance half a step in their whole life.

Some people enter Hunting Tiger from Wolf Smoke and have already taken two steps.

Opening the Profound Light and melting a hundred scriptures, two promotion trump cards are firmly grasped; I don't know how many Great Martial Artists will be envious.

"The imperial court is really generous, eight portions of remnants."

Yang Xu shook his head: "Whether it's generous or not depends on the person. Didn't Mr. Lan say before that the last one who entered Hunting Tiger from Wolf Smoke and sat at the Heavenly Altar was Yuan Yuan Yuwen? If you don't become the best in the world, the only one in the world, how can ordinary people have a chance?"

Fusing spiritual light is far smaller than opening the Profound Light, and opening the Profound Light is far smaller than the Six Heyi of Heaven and Man.

The imperial court using the Heavenly Altar, which can help people achieve the Six Heyi of Heaven and Man, to let people grasp spiritual light is undoubtedly using a heavy weapon to kill a chicken, losing to the grandmother's house.

Therefore, there is only one possibility: the one being killed is not a "chicken," but a "Nine Heavens Profound Phoenix"!

(End of Chapter)