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Chapter 1081: Summoning Soul Lamps, Stepping Into the Ancient Realm!
The crimson Door of the Ancient Realm let out an intense rumble as it opened. Then, a wind sprang up, which swept over Meng Hao, causing his life force and his soul to hover on the verge of extermination.
In the face of such danger, Meng Hao let out a hoarse shout. At the same time, his heart started to beat rapidly, and shocking fleshly body power transformed into a surge of qi that fought back against the Realmwind!
The cultivators of the Nine Seas God World who hovered above the surface of the water were all watching as this happened.
After the wind passed, shockingly, something else appeared within the crimson Door of the Ancient Realm. That was… a bell!
"The Bell of the Ancient Realm!!"
"The Bell of the Ancient Realm has appeared! When you ring that bell, you can ignite Soul Lamps. However many times you ring the bell, that's how many Soul Lamps you can ignite!"
"Generally speaking, it's one Soul Lamp for every five Immortal meridians that you have!!"
"This Meng Hao… he has 123 Immortal meridians. He… he can ignite more than twenty Soul Lamps?"
"The more Soul Lamps you have, the more difficult the Ancient Realm will be for you. On the other hand, you will be that much more powerful!"
As the shouts of astonishment rang out, Meng Hao took a deep breath. He was not entering the Ancient Realm with his cultivation base, but rather, his fleshly body. He actually wasn't sure if any Soul Lamps would appear.
Furthermore, Meng Hao had no one to follow as an example. Although his fleshly body appeared to be that of a body cultivator, he was actually different from body cultivators. Body cultivators needed to bathe in the blood of a God to be able to rise up into another Realm. Furthermore, their type of cultivation was not separated into Immortal and Ancient.
Meng Hao walked a different path, a path far removed from the norm. His was not the ancient path of body cultivators, but rather, a combination of different systems of cultivation. He was walking his own path.
"Let's find out if I'll get any Soul Lamps or not!" Meng Hao took a deep breath. and without any further hesitation, stepped forward into the great Door of the Ancient Realm. He saw the enormous Bell of the Ancient Realm in front of him, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched out.
The tolling of the bell echoed out, and waves surged across the Ninth Sea. Everything blurred, and the world distorted. All the cultivators felt their minds reeling.
A tremor ran through Meng Hao, and his body showed signs of withering. His life force, as well as his qi and blood, were now being absorbed, not by the Bell of the Ancient Realm, but rather, by a black-hole-like vortex that had appeared in his chest!
Meng Hao took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Moments later, a shocking image appeared in his chest!
It was… the image of a Soul Lamp! It looked like a tiny person, a person sitting there cross-legged in the position of Meng Hao's physical heart!
"So Soul Lamps really will appear!"
"Stepping into the fleshly body Ancient Realm also produces Soul Lamps! This Meng Hao is in defiance of the Heavens!" To the spectators, shock piled upon shock until it seemed beyond belief.
That was because they realized that the tiny person that was the Soul Lamp was actually not burning, but instead, was already extinguished!
Everyone was stunned. Normally speaking, striking the Bell of the Ancient Realm caused ignited Soul Lamps to appear. Later on, those lamps would be extinguished one by one, giving the cultivator increased power.
However, Meng Hao's Soul Lamp was already extinguished…. He was exactly the opposite of everyone else! Fleshly body Soul Lamps did not need to be extinguished, they needed to be ignited!
Godmaster's eyes snapped open, and a slight tremor ran through him. His voice hoarse, he said, "Anti-Ancient!!"
"It's… anti-Ancient!!" An expression of disbelief appeared on Granny Nine's face. Ling Yunzi gasped, and looked shocked. As for the two Demonic Patriarchs, they looked like they had been struck by lightning. They trembled as they stared in at Meng Hao astonishment.
When the Soul Lamps of the Ancient Realm fleshly body appeared, that was shocking in and of itself. However, for the lamps to appear in an extinguished state caused the Dao Realm Patriarchs to suddenly remember a legendary and terrifying stage within the Ancient Realm!
That was… the anti-Ancient Realm!
According to the legend, in the heyday of the Paragon Immortal Realm, there had once appeared a person whose Ancient Realm was the opposite of the norm. Instead of extinguishing Soul Lamps, that person ignited them.
The details of that person's life was shrouded in mystery, and subsequent generations knew little about him. All that was known was that it was forbidden to follow in his footsteps. The Paragons of the time intentionally wiped out all information about him. Later, the Paragon Immortal Realm was destroyed, and the term 'anti-Ancient' became a term known only to the Three Great Daoist Societies. No one outside of those sects had even heard of it.
In the moment that the Dao Realm experts were shaken, Meng Hao took a deep breath, opened his eyes and struck his fist out once more toward the Bell of the Ancient Realm.
That strike caused the bell to toll, and Meng Hao's body to tremble. He withered some more, and a wave of weakness caused him to shudder.
A second Soul Lamp appeared, this time in his abdomen, absorbing more of his qi, blood, and life force!
"Fleshly body Soul Lamps are so powerful…." he thought. He quickly consumed a medicinal pill, then frowned when he realized that the pill… did nothing. It was incapable of restoring him. Furthermore, his Eternal stratum was sealed, and could not spring into motion to help him recover.
His eyes glittered, and he ignored the withering of his body, striking out a third time, and then a fourth!
His body withered even more, until he looked like nothing more than a bag of bones. However, two more Soul Lamps appeared, one in each of his shoulders.
Meng Hao staggered back a bit; the sense of weakness that filled him seemed to have reached a pinnacle of intensity. However, he wasn't willing to stop with only four Soul Lamps. Gritting his teeth and growling, he punched the bell three more times! Every strike cause him to wither even more!
Instantly, two Soul Lamps appeared in his knees, and one in his forehead. By now, he didn't even look like a person, but rather, a skeleton! His life force was weak, like a candle on the verge of being snuffed out!
This was a type of weakness he had never experienced before, and it made him feel like a feeble old man laying on his deathbed. All of his life force had been handed over to the new Soul Lamps!
Heart, abdomen, shoulders, knees, forehead: a total of seven Soul Lamps!
At this point, the will of the Bell of the Ancient Realm could sense that Meng Hao had reached his limit, and began to fade away.
"I'm not finished yet!" Seeing the bell beginning to fade away, he threw his head back and roared! Both hands turned into fists, and flew toward the Bell of the Ancient Realm. His entire body appeared to have been destroyed, vanished into thin air. And yet… two Soul Lamps suddenly appeared in his eyes!
Nine Soul Lamps!
His Soul Lamps were unlike anyone else's. They even looked different. The Soul Lamps of others actually resembled lamps, but Meng Hao's Ancient Realm fleshly body Soul Lamps looked like people!
Each and every one sat there cross-legged, looking very somber and dignified. They seemed threatening without appearing to be angry, and if you looked closely, you would be able to see that they looked like exact representations of Meng Hao!
Nine Soul Lamps distributed throughout his body. They did not circulate around him, but rather… existed inside!
This was the Ancient Realm fleshly body!
In almost the same moment that the final Soul Lamps appeared, the Bell of the Ancient Realm faded away, and a fierce wind blew out from inside the huge door. When it touched him, he shook, and a majestic qi and blood power poured into him.
His body soaked it in like a rice paddy after a drought. It contained boundless nourishing power that transformed into incredible life force inside of him. It nourished his blood and flesh, grew his bones, fed his fleshly body. It caused his qi and blood to experience rapid and terrifying growth.
He could clearly sense the incredible transformations occurring. Cracking sounds rang out, and he seemed to be completely shedding his previous self. His fleshly body power broke completely past the peak of the Immortal Realm, stepping into a new level, that of the Ancient Realm!
An Ancient Realm fleshly body appeared, causing all Heaven and Earth to tremble. The Ninth Sea roared, and Meng Hao could sense the nine Soul Lamps inside of him madly absorbing all of the rushing Realmwind. It was as if… they were using that power to ignite themselves!
Meng Hao could sense that with each Soul Lamp that he ignited, his fleshly body would grow even more powerful!
As the wind blew, his Soul Lamps began to show signs of igniting. In the end, however, the wind wasn't enough to complete the job. Only the two Soul Lamps in his eyes came to life.
In that moment, Meng Hao felt like a million lightning bolts were crashing around in his mind. Shaken, he felt his fleshly body power rising explosively. The air around him distorted, and as he clenched his fists, it shattered.
It was a boundless feeling of power, giving him the confidence that he could easily slay Ancient Realm experts with numerous extinguished Soul Lamps. It made him feel like… the power of one punch could shake the entire world. Meng Hao truly felt… much more powerful!
The difference between himself now and moments before… was incredibly vast!
He took a deep breath, and his eyes began to shine with a bright light. Behind him, the great Door of the Ancient Realm slowly faded away. As it disappeared, the Ninth Sea finally returned to a state of calm.
In contrast, the hearts of the countless cultivators above the surface of the sea were anything but calm. The scene they had just witnessed was the fastest they had ever seen anyone enter the Ancient Realm, and also the most shocking!
That shock would not end, nor would it ever be forgotten. This day could be considered the day that Meng Hao truly rose to prominence in the Nine Seas God World, and was a day that would not be forgotten for countless years to come!
Meng Hao turned into a bright beam of light that shot back down into the sea, through the water, into the Nine Seas God World, and then into the golden gate stone stele to finally appear beneath the sect in the deep sea!
Great waves rolled out across the surface of the sea, and a vortex appeared deep under the water. However, the regions down below which had previously exerted massive pressure on Meng Hao now barely affected him at all.
30,000 meters. 60,000 meters. 90,000 meters. 120,000 meters….
Meng Hao surged with energy as he shot downward madly. At the same time, his name shot up in the rankings on the first golden gate stone stele. Although he was in 5th place, the name in 1st place only had a depth of 99,000 meters next to it! 1
Meng Hao had already vastly exceeded everyone, except in the matter of the time spent. However… not every rank of depth required time spent. Anyone who could sink down past 180,000 meters would automatically shatter the records of any other name, and would be completely deserving to stand in 1st place!
Rumbling filled Meng Hao as he sank down further. 150,000 meters…. 180,000 meters. 210,000 meters. 240,000 meters…. Finally, when he reached 261,429 meters, he caught sight of the sea floor, and was completely shaken. 2
Outside on the first golden gate, a bright golden light of unprecedented intensity shot up into the air as Meng Hao's name reached… 1st place!
When people saw the number next to his name that represented the depth he had reached, they were thunderstruck.
1. 99,000 meters is "3 wan 3 qian zhang," or "3 (10,000), 3 (1,000) zhang"
2. 261,429 meters is 87,143 zhang
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Chapter 1082: The Third Fist Strike!
"First golden gate stone stele… 1st place…."
"I once heard that the absolute limit is more than 260,000 meters, but he… actually reached the sea floor! That's a place that only truly powerful experts can see…." Murmurs of astonishment could be heard in the crowd. Fan Dong'er was in a daze, and Bei Yu was panting in astonishment.
261,429 meters!
The distance the land mass of the Nine Seas God World maintained from the bottom of the sea had always been a fixed number from ancient times until now. Furthermore, no one whose name was recorded on the first golden gate stone stele had ever reached that depth.
The rankings only contained names of Ancient Realm experts with five or less extinguished Soul Lamps. Because of that rule, no one with that amount of Soul Lamps… had ever gone so deep.
It was a position that instantly put someone at the peak, in 1st place, even if they only managed to stay there for an instant. Not even Demonic cultivators who were born in the Ninth Sea could go down so far.
The crowds outside of the first golden gate stone stele burst into a commotion. Cries of shock rang out, and the astonishment felt by the disciples of the Nine Seas God World reached a tempestuous level that swept across the entire sect.
The Demonic Cultivator Horde was equally shaken. When they saw Meng Hao's name on the first golden gate stone stele, their hearts were filled with dread.
Although they instinctively hated him, in the cultivation world, people respected the powerful. The Demonic cultivators also held this awe deep in their hearts, so despite their hatred of him, henceforth, they would no longer dare to provoke him further.
Meng Hao was using pure power to shake all hearts.
Currently, Meng Hao was now down at the bottom of the Ninth Sea. Despite the incredibly terrifying power of his fleshly body, he could still fill the indescribable pressure weighing down on him.
Because of that pressure, he would not be able to remain in this place for very long, perhaps only ten breaths of time. As he looked around, his heart was shaken to a profound level.
At the bottom of the Ninth Sea… he saw a corpse….
It was a vast, gargantuan corpse that seemed to make up the entire bottom of the Ninth Sea!
It was vastly archaic and ancient, and a huge gash could be seen splitting it apart….
Meng Hao was currently standing on the corpse's head. Visible on the forehead were… eight dim stars!
"A God…." he thought, shaken. He suddenly recalled Wang Tengfei, and great waves of shock rolled through him, causing him to stand there silently in the pressure. 1
He had already reached the point where he couldn't hold on any longer, and he gave one last look over the corpse. Then he turned, and prepared to head back up. However, it was in that moment in which he turned, that in his peripheral vision, he suddenly noticed that located on one of the stars on the corpse's head… was a person!
It was a woman, wearing a long, violet garment. It was… a woman that Meng Hao remembered! It was… an old friend from Planet South Heaven!!
She stood there atop the corpse, her expression complex. 2
"Han Bei!!" Meng Hao thought, his eyes widening.
Everything was dark, with only the corpse letting off the faintest of light. Even with Meng Hao's intensely powerful fleshly body, and vision as sharp as lighting, he could just barely make out the image clearly.
He began to tremble, and opened his eyes widely to look closer, but by that time, nothing was visible atop the star. It was almost as if what he had seen was nothing more than an illusion.
Before he could react, the pressure at the sea bottom forced him up. He saw the corpse fading away below him, and his eyes flickered.
"I feel like what I saw… was real! It was no illusion!
"I'm not sure what caused that to happen, but that woman… was Han Bei!" Meng Hao was lost in thought as he recalled all the things that had occurred between the two of them.
"Nine ancient family names…." he thought, eyes flashing. Then he thought back to how Han Bei had gone missing back on Planet South Heaven. After everyone had returned from the Ancient Demon Immortal Sect, Han Bei had vanished completely.
Suddenly, Meng Hao recalled how strange her disappearance was. It was not simply that nobody could find her. Actually… other than him, nobody even seemed to remember her at all.
It was something he had analyzed in the past, the fact that after the Ancient Demon Immortal Sect, nobody mentioned Han Bei at all. Regardless of whether any given person personally knew her or not, all traces of her seemed to have been wiped away.
Thinking about this now, Meng Hao realized that it was more of a feeling, or a guess. There was one way to prove whether or not his theory was right, and that was Chu Yuyan. She was someone who should remember Han Bei.
When she woke up, he would ask her. Then he would know the truth!
If Chu Yuyan remembered Han Bei, then everything Meng Hao had speculated was simply over-thinking. However, if Chu Yuyan… didn't remember Han Bei, then… it meant Meng Hao would definitely have to think it over some more.
"I'll know for sure when Chu Yuyan wakes up." Meng Hao glanced back down at the sea floor before shooting up toward the sect. He wouldn't forget the things he had just seen. Shortly, he reached the top, and vanished.
When he walked out of the first golden gate stone stele, he turned back to look at the list of names, and smiled. Then he sped toward the second stele.
The eyes of all the disciples were involuntarily glued to his back.
After stepping into the second golden gate stone stele, Meng Hao only needed the time it takes half an incense stick to burn before reaching 1st place. Boundless golden light erupted out from the stele.
This was his second 1st place spot.
The crowd was shouting and hollering. How could the disciples not realize what Meng Hao was trying to do…?
"He wants to take 1st place in all the steles!!"
"1st place in all of the nine stone steles?"
"It's not even worth talking about. From ancient times until now, the most 1st place spots taken by a single person has been six. And that only lasted for a hundred years before the spot was taken by someone else…."
"This Meng Hao, could it be… that he's going to pull off another miracle!?"
Rumbling could be heard as Meng Hao flew through the air toward the third golden gate. This time he was even faster; he only need thirty breaths of time before his name sailed past all the other names to the 1st place position.
The third 1st place spot!!
The crowds were shaken and in an uproar. Gasps could be heard as Meng Hao emerged and proceeded… toward the fourth golden gate stone stele!
Moments later, boundless golden light rose up, staining the entire ocean the color of gold. Meng Hao… had his fourth 1st place spot!
Four steles, all of them 1st place!
The Nine Seas God World was boiling with excitement. Meng Hao really was pulling off a miracle, and his image was being unforgettably engraved into the hearts of an entire generation.
Meng Hao chose not to enter the fifth stele. That one, he didn't need!
He shot past it toward the sixth stele, entered, and after the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, had yet another 1st place spot!
Everyone was so excited they felt like lightning bolts were crashing down all around. It had been a very, very long time since something like this had happened in the Nine Seas God World, something that set everyone's blood boiling.
Seventh stele, 1st place!
Eighth stele, 1st place!
Meng Hao went from one golden gate to another, and other than the fifth stele, which he wanted no part of, he took 1st place in all of them!
He was followed by a crowd of excited Nine Seas God World disciples. The Demonic cultivators were ashen-faced, their hearts filled with intense fear and shock regarding Meng Hao.
He… was the first person to have ever succeeded at doing something like this in the Nine Seas God World.
It was now a certainty that his name would be an eternal myth passed down through the history of the sect!
Finally, he appeared in front of the ninth golden gate stone stele. He came to a stop and stood there for a moment. Then, face solemn, he took a deep breath, and entered.
The moment he entered, the old man's voice echoed out to fill the entire world.
"Do you believe yourself to be qualified to gain the enlightenment of my third fist strike?"
"Absolutely!" Meng Hao replied immediately.
"Very well!" As the voice echoed out, the old man appeared out of thin air. He looked at Meng Hao, and his eyes shone with praise. He began to walk forward, his voice booming.
"First fist, Life-Extermination Fist!
"After extermination, one's own life must be sacrificed!
"After self-immolation, one can… slay Gods!
"My third fist strike is called… God-Slaying!" The old man's voice thrummed with energy. He strode forward, and all of a sudden, it seemed like he was the world, and the world was him!
He neared, fist swinging. It looked like an ordinary punch, not as murderous as the Life-Extermination Fist, nor as domineering as the Self-Immolation Fist. It seemed simple. However, it also filled Meng Hao with an unprecedented sensation of deadly crisis.
It was as if this one punch could suck in the energy of the entire world, and transform that energy into the power… to slay Gods!
"What are Gods?!" As the fist closed in, the old man's voice continued to echo out.
"Just another name some of the Outsiders call themselves. As for us from the Immortal World, we respect their power. Therefore, if they wish to call themselves Gods, then we approve!
"It is only because we approve of them that… killing them feels so wonderful!
"Remember, Immortals are above everything. And Gods… are like treasures to make ourselves stronger! In my lifetime, I slew 92 Gods. Eventually, I was killed, but my will remained behind in this stone stele, transformed into a soul of battle!" The God-Slaying Fist closed in.
Meng Hao was shaking, as he realized that he was completely incapable of blocking this fist strike. It was an entire world condensed into one fist. Despite the fact that his cultivation base was now vastly beyond his previous level, it was still impossible for him to resist it.
"Why… should I resist it?" Suddenly, his mind trembled as an idea formed. His eyes began to shine brightly, and instead of trying to block it, he clenched his own hand into a fist and chose to imitate the old man. He decided… to unleash his own God-Slaying Fist!
The old man threw his head back and laughed. When his fist connected with Meng Hao's, all of the power of the world poured into Meng Hao. However, Meng Hao wasn't injured at all; instead, the power guided him to a new awareness. As the power poured into his fist, the world collapsed.
"Go, you have been enlightened!" The old man's smiling voice echoed out as the world vanished. When everything became clear again, Meng Hao was outside of the ninth golden gate stone stele.
Behind him, the name in the 1st place position, Zong Wuya… moved to 2nd place.
Meng Hao's name shone with boundless golden light as he moved to… 1st place!
1. Stars appeared on Wang Tengfei's forehead when he used the power of Gods to fight Meng Hao in chapter 990
2. In the original Chinese there is a line here which says "she was rubbing/touching (something)" but doesn't say specifically what. I suspect it's a typo/oversight on the part of Er Gen, and I don't want to guess at the meaning. For example, "she was rubbing her temples" and "she was rubbing the corpse" would have very different implications
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Chapter 1083: Lord Fifth's Grand Ambition!
For years in the Ninth Mountain and Sea's Nine Seas God World, the most 1st place spots occupied by any one person was six. That person earned honor and glory that lasted for many years before fading. Even to this day, there was some trace of that glory left behind.
The single remaining trace was on the ranking list of the ninth golden gate stone stele. That person was the previous 1st place spot holder… Zong Wuya. A thousand years before, he had been the number one Chosen in the Nine Seas God World. Although he had become a legend, strangely, his name was not very well known in the outside world.
But now, Meng Hao had broken his record. He had eight 1st place spots, ensuring that everyone in the sect was shaken, from the cultivators watching everything that happened in person to those who were observing from afar in secluded meditation.
Conversations immediately broke out in the crowd.
"This makes me think of… Elder Brother Zong Wuya from all those years ago…."
"His performance was just as stunning and grand. So domineering…."
"Elder Brother Zong Wuya's achievements slowly faded away over a thousand years. As for Meng Hao's achievements… I wonder how many thousands of years will have to pass before he is surpassed… as 1st place on the ninth stele!"
As the buzz from the surrounding crowd continued to grow louder, Meng Hao took a deep breath, clasped hands, and bowed deeply to Granny Nine and the others. Then, he turned and shot off toward his Immortal's cave.
As Meng Hao left, he heard Granny Nine's transmitting into his ears: "Seven days. In seven days, the Windswept Realm will be opened…. Make your final preparations."
He stopped in place, then turned and bowed again, before finally vanishing.
Soon after, he appeared in his valley Immortal's cave, sinking down through the water.
Almost immediately, he heard shrill cries echoing about, which happened to be the excited squawks of the parrot.
"Listen up, it's inspection time! Look lively for Lord Fifth! Come, come. We sing on my mark! Lord Fifth's future happiness all depends on you!"
The meat jelly didn't want to be left behind, so it cried out: "And Lord Third too! Lord Third's future all depends on you!"
Meng Hao looked around, a strange expression on his face. The first thing he noticed was that the group of Demonic cultivators in the pool of water looked extremely gaunt and haggard. However, their expressions were that of mad piety, as if the parrot were truly a god to them.
Even more shocking was that Su Yan looked completely different than before. Her face was pale, and she looked dazed. Apparently, the ordeal of going through these days of indescribable torment had brought her willpower to the point of breaking. She looked like she was going through the motions on pure instinct.
The parrot gave a shout, and the singing began. Everyone belted out the song in harmony, maintaining a strange cadence. Despite having prepared himself mentally, as soon as Meng Hao heard the song, he could barely force himself to keep listening for more than a few seconds.
"I'm your little, dear little seafood dish! However you love me, it's never too much! I'm your little, dear little seafood dish! Seeeaaaaafoooooood DISH!" 1
The parrot looked around arrogantly, especially as the final verse was sung, and the pitch of the song rose up sharply. In the blink of an eye, the sky went dim, and a huge wind kicked up.
Meng Hao's eyes went wide as he stared at all of this happening. He took a deep breath, and was unable to stop himself from admiring the parrot and meat jelly. He had handed over a troupe of hateful Demonic cultivators to the two dunces, and they had come back to him with an impassioned, fanatical singing group.
"STOP!" the parrot cried suddenly, flapping its wings to stop the singing. Not a peep could be heard from the singers. Meng Hao didn't even dare to think about what they had experienced to cause them to behave so well.
"Look, bitches, don't you remember what Lord Fifth told you!? You can't sing that way! You have to have FEELING! You need to MOVE YOUR EYES!" Enraged, the parrot flew over to a sea turtle and began to beat it viciously with its wings.
"And YOU, you giant scallop! You need to shine! You hear me!? DAMMIT! You idiot!
"And the rest of you, what are you looking so happy for!? What the hell were you doing with that last verse, huh? What the hell? Lord Fifth wants the tone to rise. Do you understand? RISING TONE!"
After more enraged rebuking, the parrot finally flew over to Meng Hao, looking very apologetic, as if it had failed in its mission.
"Haowie, give Lord Fifth a bit more time. These morons don't listen very well. In Lord Fifth's opinion, if we try to sell them now, we'll really sustain some heavy losses. Just leave them in my hands for a bit longer. Lord Fifth has a dream, and that dream is to have a really top-notch seafood song. I'm going to intensify the training immediately!
"The day will come when I take them out in the Ninth Mountain and Sea. We'll tour the entire Mountain and Sea Realm! We'll travel through the starry sky! Their song will become the melody of all the Heavens!" Having found its new ambition, the parrot began to glow with bright light.
Meng Hao stared in shock. Before he could even say anything in response, the meat jelly jumped in.
"Hey, you old pigeon, why are you glowing all of a sudden?! Waahhhh! How'd you do that?! I want to glow!" It suddenly held its breath, causing its face to turn red. Then it let out a mighty bellow, after which… it suddenly began to glow with bright light as well.
Meng Hao felt a headache coming on. He quickly nodded at the seemingly insane parrot, then hastily turned and flew toward his Immortal's cave. As he neared it, he could hear the voice of the meat jelly calling out in irritation.
"Listen, you crotchety pigeon, these seafood dishes are obedient thanks to Lord Third's contributions! Lord Third wants bullies! Lord Third wants these seafood dishes sold and exchanged for bullies! I must convert bullies!"
"Moron! How much do you think you could sell them for? Do you even have a brain? Well, do you? You can count, can't you!?"
"Lord Third has a brain! Lord Third's entire body is a brain!!"
When Meng Hao heard this, he cleared his throat and stepped into his Immortal's cave. Moments later, more angry bickering could be heard from the parrot.
"Moron! Fool! Idiot! These seafood dishes would only sell for a trifling sum! However, after they've completed Lord Fifth's training, we'll have an incredible singing group on our hands! Whatever place we go to, we can sell out huge concerts! Do you know how many spirit stones we can make? That's the best way to handle things long-term!"
"You mean like when Meng Hao got all those spirit stones when he went to the Medicine Pavilion in the Fang Clan?"
"Obviously! Except that Haowie doesn't count for bird crap. If he can do that, just imagine how much better Lord Fifth can do! I've already figured it all out. When the time comes, the two of us will be the lead singers. Even Haowie will have to come sing too. When I think of that image, I just get so excited! We need to think of a band name! Come on, start thinking of some ideas."
Meng Hao slipped into his Immortal's cave and waved his hand, sealing away the outside world. He truly had no further desire to listen to the parrot and meat jelly speaking to each other. As for the song… Meng Hao believed that he would feel utmost admiration for anyone who could listen to the entire thing.
Although, if the parrot actually did succeed, and the seafood song got popular, maybe he would cooperate and sing with them… for the spirit stones.
He sat down cross-legged and patted his bag of holding. A beam of light immediately flew out, which was Chu Yuyan. As he lay her down in front of him, he noticed that her face was no longer pale, but had some color to it. She still wasn't awake, though.
He looked at her for a long time before finally sighing inwardly. Then he reached out and touched her forehead, sending cultivation base power into her, accelerating the process of dispelling the poison.
The heart-blood of ten Sea Dragons was definitely capable of dispelling the poison afflicting her. However, it wasn't capable of doing so very quickly. The process of cleansing her qi passageways was a slow one, in which the poison was constantly broken down and transformed into something beneficial to one's cultivation base.
After checking her thoroughly, he sat in thought for a moment, and then decided not to force the process to go any faster. Chu Yuyan's current state wasn't a harmful one to her, and in fact, could be viewed as a type of good fortune.
Actually, the Sea Dragon venom was both a venom and powerful tonic. With no antidote, it would be deadly. With the antidote, it was exactly the opposite.
"This catastrophe will actually help her to make a huge advancement in terms of her cultivation base, and bring her that much closer to the Immortal Realm." Eventually, he pulled his finger back, whereupon a tremor ran through Chu Yuyan. Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked blankly at Meng Hao. Then, her eyes went wide for a moment before she closed them again, as if she were thinking.
After a few breaths of time passed, she opened her eyes again, and they were clear and bright.
She seemed extremely calm, although her voice was a bit weak as she said, "Was it you that saved me? Thank you. What is this place?"
When he saw the expression on her face, he was silent for a moment before saying: "It was my fault you got dragged into this…. We're in the Nine Seas God World."
Then he proceeded to explain everything that had happened.
Chu Yuyan didn't speak. She merely listened quietly. From the look of it, she was in a very fragile state, and would only be able to stay awake for a short period of time.
After hearing the story, she smiled slightly, as if she had forgotten about everything that had occurred between the two of them in the past, and now thought of them as merely friends. She gave a nod of understanding, doing nothing to reveal what she might actually be thinking.
"I never imagined that after all these years, we would meet again like this."
Were it not for the words she had muttered back on Seajacket Island, Meng Hao would have had a hard time detecting that she was acting strangely. Now that he was looking for it, it was plain to see that she was putting on an act. Furthermore, within her slight smile could be seen a trace of both disappointment and pride.
Back on Planet South Heaven, she had made a decision. You have your glory, and I… I have my pride.
"It doesn't matter how it all happened," she said. "Thank you. I will remember the kindness you've shown. Maybe I won't ever be able to pay you back, but I won't forget." She struggled to her feet, then gave Meng Hao a curtsying bow.
Seeing Chu Yuyan act so politely toward him caused Meng Hao to sit there in quiet reticence.
"I've recovered," she said softly, "so… I'll take my leave now. You… take care of yourself." Supporting herself by leaning against the wall of the cave, she made to leave, but was too weak. After only a few steps, she staggered, face pale, and began to fall over.
Sighing, Meng Hao reached out to steady her.
Biting her bottom lip, Chu Yuyan smiled and said, "Well don't I look silly. I can walk, Meng Hao. Thank you."
Brushing away his hand, she took a few steps forward, but then her body weakened, and she toppled over. Her forehead smacked into the stone wall, and because of the weakness of her body, and her lack of any of the protection of her cultivation base, it gashed her skin and blood began to flow.
She gaped in astonishment, and tears welled up in her eyes. She struggled to rise back to her feet, but couldn't. Meng Hao stepped forward to help her.
"Thank you, but I can do it myself," she said with a weak smile.
"Chu Yuyan!" Meng Hao growled, reaching down and helping her up.
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Chapter 1084: The Path to the Windswept Realm!
Chu Yuyan trembled and took a deep breath. Then she turned slowly to look at Meng Hao and, summoning all the energy she could muster, said: "Let. Go. Of. Me!"
He frowned.
"What, can't keep your hands off me?" she asked derisively. "Just like that year in the volcano?"
"You're very weak right now," he replied calmly, releasing her arm. "Don't be so anxious to leave."
"Thank you for saving me," she said, her voice even weaker than before. "As for getting kidnapped, you don't need to feel guilty about that. It's not like you did it personally." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then slowly edged forward, keeping her hand planted firmly on the wall to support herself.
Meng Hao did nothing to stop her.
Just when she was almost at the exit, her weakness overwhelmed her. Her vision swam, and she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Meng Hao sighed, stepping forward and grabbing her before she could fall. He then laid her down on the ground and sat cross-legged off to the side, his expression complex.
The Immortal's cave was very quiet, which allowed Meng Hao to do a lot of thinking. One by one, various scenes of events on Planet South Heaven played through his mind.
Time passed. Two days later, Chu Yuyan opened her eyes again. By now, she had recovered a lot of her energy, but was still weak. She struggled to her feet once again, but this time, didn't mention anything about leaving. She sat down cross-legged, gazing blankly at nothing.
"Do you remember Han Bei?" Meng Hao suddenly asked.
Chu Yuyan didn't respond for a long time. Finally she turned and looked at Meng Hao with a slight frown.
"Who's Han Bei?"
Meng Hao's eyes widened. After a moment of thought, he said, "Han Bei, from Planet South Heaven. She was a disciple of the Black Sieve Sect, in the Southern Domain."
"Doesn't ring a bell," she said, looking at him, "I didn't have much contact with the Black Sieve Sect. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking of something that happened a while back." His face darkened as he realized that Chu Yuyan's answer didn't really help him much at all. After all… Chu Yuyan never really knew much about the Black Sieve Sect to begin with!
Therefore, it made sense that she might not know much about Han Bei. The fact that she didn't remember her now was a bit of a clue, but not true proof, nor much of an explanation about anything. After all, Chu Yuyan's position within the Violet Fate Sect had been far different than Han Bei's in the Black Sieve Sect.
It was even possible that she had never even heard of Han Bei, or if she had, never cared enough to take note of her.
Seeing that Meng Hao didn't want to discuss the matter further, Chu Yuyan didn't ask any questions. She closed her eyes to meditate. Right now, she knew that she didn't have the energy to leave; therefore, the best thing to do was to recover as quickly as possible. Then she could leave and return to her sect. She… didn't want to look at Meng Hao, which made it difficult to know how to interact with him. Every time she saw him, she felt unsettled.
In the days following her departure from Planet South Heaven, she had often asked herself what it was about Meng Hao that she actually liked. It couldn't just be that one incident in the volcano. Nor could it be all the things that had happened afterward. In the end, she couldn't find a good reason. She knew that she should hate him, but no matter how much she tried, it was as if… his image was burned into her heart. Sometimes it was Fang Mu from the Violet Fate Sect, and sometimes it was Meng Hao. Sometimes it was both.
She couldn't get rid of those images. It was almost like some type of curse.
Chu Yuyan sighed, closed her eyes, and continued to meditate.
The Immortal's cave was once again silent. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes glimmered as various possibilities flickered through his mind.
"Maybe I'm just reading too much into it, but… the whole situation is very peculiar." After more thought, his eyes began to shine. Although the matter seemed relatively simple, the more he thought about it, the more complicated it got. He was finally convinced that there was definitely something extraordinary going on.
"The easiest way to discover the truth would be to just go back to Planet South Heaven. However… the Black Sieve Sect is long gone, and it would be hard to track down any survivors.
"Well, Qing'er was there. Once we're reunited, I can ask her and I'll know for sure. If Qing'er doesn't remember Han Bei either, then that means… there's definitely something very mysterious going on!"
Due to the imminent opening of the Windswept Realm, Meng Hao took the time to make various preparations. He used spirit-immortal stones on all of his black beetles, and even increased the number he fed them in order to speed up the process. In the days that passed, he sealed them away one by one into his bag of holding.
In addition to that, he was also maintaining the peak performance of his Immortal Emperor state. He was far, far stronger than before, and also had his newly empowered divine sense. Furthermore, because of all the trials and tribulations that he had experienced, his cultivation base had experienced explosive growth.
However, those were not his trump cards. His trump card was his Ancient Realm fleshly body, and the two ignited Soul Lamps in his eyes. Because of that, his battle prowess was vastly increased.
Another thing he did was organize his bag of holding. He wanted to make sure that he was thoroughly and completely prepared for the Windswept Realm. He also took out the half-burned incense stick that he had acquired along with the spirit-immortal stones. After examining it thoughtfully for a while, he carefully put it back into his bag of holding.
"I should be able to find an opportunity to absorb my second Nirvana Fruit in the Windswept Realm!" he thought, taking a deep breath.
Soon, seven days passed. At dawn, the toll of bells could be heard, filling the entire Nine Seas God World. Meng Hao's eyes opened, and they shone brightly.
In the same moment that he opened his eyes, an ancient voice echoed in his ears. It was none other than Godmaster. "Meng Hao, the hour has arrived. Come to the mountain peak!"
Meng Hao took a deep breath and rose to his feet. At the same time, he waved his hands, causing numerous bands of black light to fly toward him. In the end, more than fifty black pods landed on his palm, which he then put into his bag of holding.
He looked over at Chu Yuyan, who opened her eyes and looked back at him.
"Take good care of yourself," she said softly.
Meng Hao nodded and walked to the door of the Immortal's cave. There, he stopped.
"The place I'm going to is the shattered remnant of another world. The natural laws there are incomplete, which makes investigation of them that much easier. The venom inside you will dissipate within seven days, and your cultivation base will be restored….
"At that time, you will be on the very edge of the Immortal Realm, on the verge of a breakthrough!
"Because of the chaos of natural law in the place I'm going, it's actually a very suitable place for Immortal Ascension. However, there are also many dangers there. Do you… want to come along?"
Chu Yuyan sat there quietly, expressions of confusion and reminiscence flashing across her face. After a long moment, her expression turned to one of resolve. She had suddenly recalled something told to her once…. by Pill Demon.
Work hard at cultivation. That way… one day, if you find you've lost everything, you will still have a Great dao with you.
Chu Yuyan looked up at Meng Hao and said, "Thank you. I'll go!"
He didn't respond. He waved his right sleeve, causing an incredible gravitational force to appear. Chu Yuyan didn't struggle; she allowed the power to pull her into Meng Hao's bag of holding.
Finally, Meng Hao turned and exited the Immortal's cave in a flash.
As soon as he appeared outside the door, he shot upward. As he did, he glanced down at the Demonic cultivators and Su Yan, then made a grasping motion, sealing them and pulling them into his bag of holding. "Parrot! Meat jelly! Let's go!"
The parrot gaped in astonishment, and the meat jelly looked flabbergasted.
"Go where?"
"The Windswept Realm!"
RUMBLE!
Meng Hao shot out of the water and flew up into the sky. The parrot and meat jelly transformed into beams of light that caught up and landed on Meng Hao's shoulder. The meat jelly was still blabbering.
"Windswept Realm? Where's that? What kind of place is it? I've never been there! How do we get there, huh? Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Shut up! the parrot growled. Then it cleared its throat and was about to speak when Meng Hao interrupted: "There are bullies there. And also creatures with lots of fur and feathers." Instantly, the meat jelly grew very serious, and the parrot, very excited. The two ninnies exchanged glances, then let out whoops of excitement.
Meng Hao flew over the lands of the sect at top speed. Soon, the same mountain peak where he had first met Granny Nine and Godmaster appeared up ahead.
The top of the mountain was covered with glittering white snow, just like before. However, there was also something new, a pillar of light rising up into the sky, shooting out of the sect, through the Ninth Sea, and up into the starry sky.
Next, six additional beams of light appeared from various locations in the Nine Seas God World, which also shot up into the sky. All of the Nine Seas God World's spell formations were activated, unleashing incredible power in all directions.
As he looked over the scene, Meng Hao was shocked to find that a Dao Realm Patriarch could be seen sitting cross-legged within each of the pillars of light. Granny Nine was there, as were Godmaster and Ling Yunzi. Even the two Demonic Patriarchs were there.
In total, seven pillars of light were shooting up into the starry sky. There, distortions could be seen as a huge rift opened up.
Simultaneously, all of the cultivators in the Nine Seas God World, including those of the Immortal Realm and Ancient Realm, sat cross-legged in meditation, organized into a massive spell formation.
As they unleashed the power of their cultivation bases, the energy of Heaven and Earth descended, which in turn caused the energy of the Nine Seas God World to erupt explosively. The energy poured into the seven pillars of light, causing them to shine even more resplendently.
Soon, the full power of the cultivation bases of all the Nine Seas God World disciples was being unleashed, including that of the Demonic cultivators. The entire sect trembled, and the land quaked. Suddenly, the entire land mass began to rise. Every inch that it rose cause the seven pillars of light to grow even stronger. Massive rumbling could be heard, and the rift up in the starry sky opened wider.
That rift was apparently… the path to the Windswept Realm!
The entire land mass rose higher and higher, faster and faster. Soon, it was rising hundreds of meters with every movement. Sea water cascaded down off of it.
Meng Hao was shaken as he stood there watching all of this happen, his eyes shining with anticipation of reaching the Windswept Realm!
"Other than the fact that half of the world crumbled away, and many natural laws changed, everything else is a perfectly preserved replica of… one of the Lower Realms of yesteryear!
"The Windswept Realm!" he murmured.
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Chapter 1085: Arriving in the Windswept Realm!
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE!
Booms like thunder filled the Ninth Sea, echoing out powerfully in all directions. The waters boiled and roared, almost as if an awakening giant were about to burst out from under the surface!
That giant… was none other than the Nine Seas God World! It rose up, 300 meters, then 3,000 meters… in the space of a few breaths, massive rumbling filled the entire Ninth Sea as a huge land mass flew up into the air!
From a distance, it looked like a gigantic island, with seven beams of light shooting up from it. The light flew up into the starry sky, causing the rift up above to grow larger and larger.
At the same time, Fan Dong'er appeared near Meng Hao on the same mountain. She was also looking up into the sky, her expression that of nervousness… and excitement!
In addition to Fan Dong'er, there were three others, two men and a woman. They looked familiar to Meng Hao, and he quickly placed them as other Chosen disciples of the Nine Seas God World.
All of them were waiting with keen anticipation.
On the other side of the mountain, more figures appeared in quick succession. Bei Yu was one of them. She stepped out slowly, flanked by three other Demonic cultivators. All of them had profound cultivation bases. One of them, Meng Hao recognized; he was none other than the burly body cultivator he had fought not too long ago.
Obviously, when the Nine Seas God World opened the Windswept Realm, it would not just be Meng Hao entering by himself. All of these people would be joining him!
Meanwhile, similar scenes played out in the Eighth Sea. There, columns of light rose up from the God World just like they had in the Ninth Sea, shooting up into the starry sky to open a huge rift. On the Eighth Sea, a huge continent appeared, upon which a group of eight people could be seen waiting in anticipation.
One of those people was extremely gaunt, and stood apart from the others. He was surrounded by countless swirling bones, and his eyes shone with a cold gleam as he smiled slightly.
"Windswept Realm. I should be able to kill to my heart's content."
It was the same in the Seventh Sea, the Sixth Sea, the Fifth Sea, and the Fourth Sea. As of this moment, huge land masses rose up from all of them, as well as towering columns of light which tore open rifts in the starry sky.
On the Fourth Sea, laughter rang out. A young man stood there, wearing a long black robe, laughing heartily. On his forehead, an Echelon mark could be seen, glittering brightly.
A brutally cold gleam could be seen in his eyes, and as the rift in the starry sky slowly opened up, his laughter grew louder.
Countless people stood respectfully in front of him, showing incredible reverence.
By this point, each and every member of the Echelon could be seen on the surfaces of the Seas in their respective corners of the Mountain and Sea Realm. All of them were waiting… for the Windswept Realm to open. All of these people were Chosen, and any one of them could be considered similar to Meng Hao. To the other Chosen from their parts of the Mountain and Sea Realm, they were seemingly impassable mountains.
Now, all of these mountain-like figures were going to convene in the Windswept Realm, which would be the location… of the Echelon battles!
Some Echelon members had already clashed on numerous occasions. However, for Meng Hao, this would be his first time… encountering any of them!
Echelon battles were battles of life and death. They were not expressions of mere friction between members, but a method of determining… who was the most powerful among them!
As for all of the other people who entered the Windswept Realm with the Echelon, they were secondary, mere adornments really. Of course, if they were qualified, it wouldn't necessarily be impossible… for them to kill one of the Echelon members and even steal a place in the Echelon itself!
A young woman flew through the air near the Third Mountain. She wore a long, white garment, and was so immaculately beautiful that she could cause all other life forms to dim in comparison.
This was the same woman who had been playing Go with the young Echelon member from the First Mountain. She had left to search for Meng Hao after sensing his presence, hoping to play a game of Go with him and discuss the Dao. She was the Immortal Ancient successor, Xue'er! 1
She suddenly stopped in place and turned her head. A beautiful smile could be seen on her face, and all of a sudden, the entire world, even the entire starry sky, seemed to shine brightly.
"Looks like I can save a lot of energy and not go all the way to the Ninth Mountain," she thought. "I'll just look for him in the Windswept Realm." Smiling, she headed toward the Third Sea.
She was not in the Echelon, but she was someone… who any Echelon member would view as extremely important!
In fact, anyone who could obtain her assistance would assuredly grow much more powerful than the others, and would make much more progress on the path of the Echelon. In fact, their chances of final success… would be even greater!
All of the great Seas in the Mountain and Sea Realm were boiling and roaring. Rifts opened up in the starry sky, growing larger by the moment. If there was a position in the Mountain and Sea Realm that enabled you to see all of the various starry skies, then you would be able to see that…
The rifts above all of the Nine Seas of the Mountain and Sea Realm formed a straight line. However, currently it was as if that line had been cut into nine segments, which were beginning to stretch out across their respective mountains and seas. It was obvious that soon those lines would join together to form a path… a huge rift connecting together through the entire Mountain and Sea Realm!
At that time… the Windswept Realm would be completely opened.
Everyone was waiting in anticipation.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, and his eyes glittered brightly. He could also sense that each and every one of the other Echelon members in the other Mountains and Seas was waiting just as he was.
It was at this point that Godmaster's voice rang out over the Ninth Sea: "The will of the Ninth Sea accepts the orders once set down by Paragon Sea Dream. Let the Ninth Sea's will… open the Windswept Door!"
Instantly, the Ninth Sea began to rumble. Huge waves surged back and forth as a sword began to rise up out of the water. It was completely formed of seawater, and in the blink of an eye, it flew up into the sky with shocking speed.
This was a sword that seemed capable of exterminating all life.
Almost in the same moment that the sword appeared, it shot toward the starry sky, where it slashed at the rift. The entire world trembled, and cracking sounds echoed out, causing the minds of all onlookers to tremble. A huge rumbling sound could be heard as the rift suddenly tore open, ripping directly toward the Eighth Mountain.
It almost looked like the starry sky was shattering. It was an assault on the eyes, causing everyone who saw it to be shaken to the verge of madness.
Simultaneously, above the Eighth Sea, countless cultivators watched as the rift from the Ninth Mountain and Sea ripped toward them. In the blink of an eye, it merged with the rift above the Eighth Mountain, whereupon a huge blade shot out from the Eighth Sea up toward the starry sky and ripped it open further!
Rumbling could be heard as the force from the blade caused the rift to rip open toward the Seventh Sea. Next, a huge pagoda flew up from the Seventh Sea, causing the rift to rip toward the Sixth Sea….
It was like a cycle. It continued on to the Fifth Sea, the Fourth Sea, the Third Sea… until the very end, when the huge rift merged with the rift above the First Sea, creating one gargantuan rift above the Mountain and Sea Realm.
In the moment that the rift opened, Meng Hao and all of the others trembled violently and felt their hearts pounding. They all knew full well that their destination was not a place in the Mountain and Sea Realm!
This trial by fire involved leaving the Mountain and Sea Realm, and going to one of the former Lower Realms!
For Meng Hao, this feeling was completely different than the feeling he had experienced when leaving Planet South Heaven and heading toward Planet East Victory.
Godmaster's archaic voice echoed out again: "The hour has arrived. Meng Hao… it is time to leave!
"Keep in mind, you will not be the only disciple going to the Windswept Realm. There will also be cultivators from the other Eight Seas. Remember, the only person you can rely upon… is yourself!
"Even more importantly, remember that the World Essence lies in the central region of the Windswept Realm. That is what you must acquire!
"Whoever acquires the World Essence will be the victor of this trial by fire. It is only then that the great door back to the Mountain and Sea Realm will appear and you will be able to return!
"When in the Windswept Realm, you must rely on yourself, but, you will also have the support of your fellow sect members. Whatever past grievances or grudges existed will no longer apply in the Windswept Realm. I don't care what you do to each other after you get back, even if you start fighting immediately afterwards!
"However, in the Windswept Realm, the most important thing… is that you work together!"
Suddenly, Godmaster waved his sleeve, causing a bag of holding to fly out toward Meng Hao. Inside that bag of holding was the 300,000,000 Immortal jades he had won from the Demonic Cultivator Horde!
It was at this point that one of the two Patriarchs from the Demonic Cultivator Horde spoke:
"All of you, take heed. While you are in the Windswept Realm, forget about past matters. The most important thing is to work as a team!"
After the words echoed out, Godmaster spoke into Meng Hao's mind.
"After you get to the Windswept Realm, it's up to you whether or not to kill the Demonic cultivators. Don't think that the things you have experienced recently are unique to the Ninth Sea. All of the other members of the Echelon from the other Seas have experienced similar dangers!"
Similar provocative words were spoken into the ears of the Demonic cultivators.
Rumbling could be heard as Meng Hao suddenly shot up into the air. He was followed by Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu, plus the three ordinary cultivators and the three Demonic cultivators. In total, nine streaks of colorful light shot up into the rift in the starry sky.
As they neared, a powerful gravitational force appeared, which grabbed ahold of them and pulled them into the pitch black of the rift.
Streaks of light could also be seen above the Eighth Sea, the Seventh Sea… all the way to the First Sea. In each and every case, there were nine people, no more, no less.
The only exception was in the Third Sea, where the young woman Xue'er joined the group, bringing their numbers to a total of ten.
All in all, 82 cultivators shot into the rift.
Of that entire group, Meng Hao was the first to enter!
In this instance, it was the Ninth Sea which had opened the Windswept Realm, and Meng Hao was the most qualified from that location. As such, he was the first cultivator to enter the Windswept Realm.
He was in the lead, surrounded by boundless darkness. However, a wind could be felt, a wind which grew stronger and stronger. Eventually, it was like a windstorm which swept about in all directions.
Within that windstorm, Meng Hao could see countless corpses and ruins. It looked like the remains of a battlefield, from which he could sense how terrifying the war had been which destroyed all these things.
It was even more shocking than the Ruins of Immortality!
Suddenly, an enormous gravitational force appeared within the windstorm, grabbing Meng Hao, Fan Dong'er and the others, and pulling them forward.
Up ahead was a rift that bore a strong semblance to a spell formation. It was filled with an ancient aura, making it impossible to determine how long the spell formation had stood there, surrounded by the wreckage of war.
There was no time to examine his surroundings. Despite having seen the glow of magical treasures in the surrounding ruins, Meng Hao didn't have a chance to grab any of them. He and the others from the Ninth Sea shot toward the spell formation rift, and were instantly sucked in.
In that moment, they were suddenly swept across the void and into a strange world.
Before any of them could even see clearly, Meng Hao heard trembling, awe-struck voices echoing out around him.
"We respectfully welcome all Higher Immortals!"
Note from Deathblade: Er Gen included an interesting note with this chapter. He mentioned that the release of this chapter marked his birthday "as listed on his identity card." He points out that he usually celebrates his birthday according to the lunar calendar, not the Gregorian (solar) calendar. Madam Deathblade and many Chinese people do the same thing. Tracking the lunar birthday means that the birthday falls on a different calendar day every year when using the Jan-Dec calendar that most of us do.
1. Xue'er was introduced in chapter 1058. Oddly, this is chapter 1085.
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Chapter 1086: Desire in the Windswept Realm!
The Windswept Realm!
Once one of the 3,000 Lower Realms, it was called the garden of the Immortal World, and was regarded as one of the one hundred most important Realms!
Many, many cultivators appeared here who eventually ascended to the Immortal World, where they occupied numerous positions of Immortal authority. In fact, there was even an Imperial Lord who had arisen from there!
An Imperial Lord was a venerable stage that existed between the Dao Realm and the Paragon Realm!
That was in the heyday of the Windswept Realm, when it was filled with countless lands and seas, and experienced an endless baptism from the Immortal River of the Paragon Immortal Realm.
Back then, the Windswept Realm was even called Little Immortal World. Its skies were bright blue, touched with occasional Immortal Rain that virtually bathed the life forms of the lands in an Immortal will.
The enormous Immortal River in its sky was like a waterfall that fell down onto the lands below, causing an endless wind to gust. That wind would catalyze the life force flames of all living things, making the place extremely suitable for cultivation. Even mortals who lived there had extremely long lives, and it was not uncommon for them to live longer than two sixty-year-cycles.
That was how the Windswept Realm got its name.
To the cultivators of the Windswept Realm, the Paragon Immortal Realm was a fear-inspiring place. They were both inspired by its power, and at the same time, feared it. They showed extreme respect to any Immortal who descended from the Paragon Immortal Realm. To them, even the slightest word uttered by an Immortal was something of profound importance. In fact, any expression or tone of voice that could cause displeasure to an Immortal was not tolerated in the Windswept Realm.
Of course, not all Immortals were so easily displeased. Most Immortals were revered, but not intensely feared. After all, the Windswept Realm had existed for an eternity, and many Patriarchs or other members of the various sects or clans there eventually ascended to the Immortal World.
Unfortunately, all of that changed during the great catastrophe. The Windswept Realm as a whole collapsed, and more than half of its lands were lost, as if they had been swallowed up by some great beast. The fires of war swept about, and as a result, Immortal will was no longer abundant, but rather, reduced to ruins.
Most importantly of all, the Immortal River was cut off. Like the other Realms, the Windswept Realm was cut off, leaving it in isolation. As the years went by, the world slowly recovered, but that obstacle always remained.
Therefore, the people of the Windswept Realm were unaware of everything happening outside of their world. They thought that the Paragon Immortal Realm was still as eternally powerful as ever. Therefore, any Immortal who visited their Realm was met with a deferential respect that was ingrained in their blood, and was as strong as ever.
Furthermore… it had been a very, very long time since anyone from the Windswept Realm had ascended to the Immortal World. That led to hesitation on their part. As for their cultivation bases, they were limited to the Cauldron Seeking stage, making it impossible for them advance further into Immortal Ascension, which would make it possible for them to leave their world. 1
Because of all of that, any Immortal who arrived was treated with incredible respect, and was even feared. It also caused the cultivators of the Windswept Realm to thirst for the good fortune which might be available from the Immortals…. Therefore, to the people of this generation of the Windswept Realm, the recently arrived cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm… were like deities!
Meng Hao and Fan Dong'er, as well as the other three ordinary cultivators, plus Bei Yu and the three Demonic cultivators, all arrived in the southeastern region of the Windswept Realm, in the middle of a desert.
Rolling sands spread out in all directions, and the heat was so intense that it caused everyone to sweat profusely. Despite that, there were nearly ten thousand cultivators present, packed together tightly, prostrated on the ground in the shape of a spell formation.
There was no attacking power built into this spell formation; it was merely ceremonial, a show of respect.
It was made of men and women, children and old folks. They all prostrated on hands and knees, their expressions that of awe and reverence. Their heads were bowed, and not a single one dared to look up.
In the middle of this group of people was a huge altar, covered with numerous carvings that emanated what seemed like an eternal, untouchable power.
As of this moment, nine beams of light could be seen illuminating the sky as they shot down toward the altar. All of the magical symbols on the altar began to shine and glow, as if to receive the incoming guests.
The rumbling sounds grew more intense, and the surrounding cultivators began to tremble even harder. None of them dared to even lift their heads. One of them, an old man who was located in the ring of cultivators closest to the altar, called out in a loud voice:
"We respectfully welcome all the Exalted Immortals!"
His words echoed out for the time it takes about ten breaths of time, after which, brilliant pillars of light shot up from the altar to connect to them. Then the light slowly faded away to reveal… nine cultivators!
Meng Hao was one of them. All of the people from the Nine Seas God World shone with golden light, making them look completely sacred and inviolable. Furthermore, because their cultivation bases vastly exceeded that of the cultivators of the Windswept Realm, they emanated incredible pressure which pushed down on the surrounding crowd and caused them to tremble.
Meng Hao looked out of sorts for a brief moment before recovering. His eyes swept about, taking in the altar they were standing on, and the more than 10,000 cultivators prostrated respectfully. He also saw that past the cultivators were even more people, tens of thousands of them, all prostrated on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
Up in front of those tens of thousands of people was a middle-aged man wearing an Imperial robe. He was also trembling as he prostrated himself. From the look of it, he was the emperor of this region or nation.
Neither Meng Hao, nor the others with him, were used to having such a large group of people prostrating in deference.
The old man who stood among the 10,000 cultivators was the first one to lift his head and look at Meng Hao and the other eight. He seemed incredibly ancient, as if he had lived for countless years. However, his cultivation base was only at the Cauldron Seeking stage.
"Exalted Immortals," he said, "it is the inestimable honor of our Ninth Nation to welcome you here today! It has been over a thousand years since any Immortal has arrived here to bestow good fortune. Please accept the worship of our Ninth Nation's seven great sects and three great clans!"
Behind him were ten old men, who were apparently the Patriarchs of the sects and clans he had just mentioned. They radiated respect as they slowly raised their heads to look at Meng Hao and the others, whereupon they once again bowed in worship.
"I am your servant Jian Daozi," said the oldest of the old men, the first one to speak. "Exalted Immortals, now that you have descended to our Lower Realm, anything you need or want will be provided you. We will do anything in our power to satisfy your every desire!" His eyes burned with passion as his voice rang out. 2 3
"If we asked all of you to end your own lives, would you?" asked one of the Demonic cultivators standing with Bei Yu, his voice cold.
Meng Hao frowned in response to his words, and even Bei Yu looked displeased.
However, the old man named Jian Daozi didn't hesitate for even a moment.
"Unless another of the Exalted Immortals interfered, all you would have to do would be to speak the word!"
The Demonic cultivator hesitated for a moment. However, both Meng Hao and Fan Dong'er, as well as all of the others, could hear the decisiveness and resolve in Jian Daozi's words, as well as the fanatical passion.
It wasn't just him who had such an attitude, all of the old men, and apparently all of the other cultivators… were exactly the same. Although not every single individual appeared to be madly fanatical, the reverence that shone in their eyes, the type that an inferior person would show toward a superior, caused Meng Hao's heart to tremble.
All of a sudden, a young cultivator among the crowd couldn't seem to hold back any longer, and lifted his head to look at Meng Hao and the other eight. When his eyes fell upon Bei Yu and Fan Dong'er, the youth seemed to be struck breathless.
Almost in the same instant that the young man looked up, the aged Jian Daozi's face flickered with anger. Similar looks appeared on the faces of all of the other old men.
"How dare you!!" roared Jian Daozi.
The young man's face went ashen, and a look of panic appeared on his face. He quickly bowed his head, but it was too late.
"Blasphemy against deities is a violation of the laws of the Windswept Realm!" Jian Daozi said coldly. He waved his finger toward the young man, causing light to slam into his forehead. The young man trembled and then died instantly.
This caused Meng Hao's eyes to widen. Everyone else stared in shock.
However, that simple action didn't finish things. One of the ten old men behind Jian Daozi immediately raised his right arm into the air and severed it. His face was pale white as he lifted his severed arm into the air and dropped to his knees.
"That young man was a member of my humble sect," he said. "I did not instruct him well, and am thus implicitly involved. I hope my severed arm will lessen the wrath of the Exalted Immortals!"
Bei Yu was panting, and Fan Dong'er was completely shaken. Meng Hao stared in shock at everything that had happened. Even his willpower was rocked by the behavior of these people of the Windswept Realm.
The feeling was indescribable, as if, in the briefest of moments… they had all suddenly turned into true Paragons!
It would be impossible for them to experience such a feeling in the Mountain and Sea Realm, because there would always be cultivators above them who were far more powerful. Although the number of such higher powers was nothing compared to the people who were weaker than them, the Mountain and Sea Realm was simply too vast a place.
The Mountain and Sea Realm had its rules and etiquette, which were like layer upon layer of nets that entangled everyone. Such things formed natural law that didn't permit unbridled actions.
However, the Windswept Realm was not only cut off from any other Realm, the highest cultivation bases there were not even in the Immortal Realm. Therefore, Meng Hao and the other eight… really and truly were deities!
Power, wealth, and anything else they desired… could be had by merely asking!
If it was wealth, a single sentence could cause the riches of an entire nation to be handed over!
If it was power, then in an instant, they could be crowned an emperor!
Wherever they went in the Ninth Nation, if they fancied someone, they could take that person away. They could do exactly as they pleased, and the people below them would not only be incapable of refusing to comply, they would actually feel honored to help.
This was true from the moment they arrived. Something as astonishing as this caused the minds of Meng Hao and the others to reel. Finally, they were able to experience… what it was like.. to be completely unconstrained by any rules or customs.
In this place, they made the rules!
At this moment, similar scenes were playing out in all of the other districts of the Windswept Realm. Everyone who had arrived was shaken to the core!
The Echelon members and other cultivators from the Nine Seas of the Mountain and Sea Realm all went to different locations. However, each and every one of those locations belonged… solely to those people who occupied it.
In total, the Windswept Realm had nine nations; therefore, each of the Nine Seas occupied one of those nations.
In the center of the nine nations was the location of the World Essence, an ancient temple…. That was the goal of all of the people who had just arrived.
1. "Cauldron Seeking" is a stage in Er Gen's other two novels, Beseech the Devil and Renegade Immortal. In terms of cultivation, it's on almost exactly the same level as Dao Seeking, in other words, the last stage (or part of the last stage) before reaching the next Realm. "Cauldron Seeking" might not be the best translation for the other novels, but here I'm going with the most literal translation to make it sync well with I Shall Seal the Heavens
2. Jian Daozi's name in Chinese is 剑道子 jiàn dào zi. Jian is a surname which is also the character for "sword." Daozi is what often gets translated as "Dao Child"
3. What I'm translating as Exalted Immortals could just be an honorific title to use when addressing Immortals. However, it was also a cultivation stage in Renegade Immortal
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Chapter 1087: Eradication!
The Windswept Realm had nine regions, which were occupied by the Nine Nations. All of them together formed a huge ring shape.
In the center of the ring created by the Nine Nations was… the temple!
Between each of the nations was a massive windstorm that stretched from the sky down to the land, keeping all of the Nine Nations separated, and making passage between them very difficult.
Because of the windstorm barrier, the Nine Nations were essentially sealed. Only the Cauldron Seeking cultivators could pierce through, and even then, it required a steep price.
The barriers acted like a protection, allowing the Nine Nations to slowly grow and become more powerful.
But now that the cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm had arrived, the barriers separating the Nine Nations were trembling, and the eternal winds were showing signs of dissipating.
Currently, Meng Hao stood on the altar in the desert of the Ninth Nation, heart thumping. He watched as the young man was executed for simply looking up, and then saw the old man sever his own arm. The old man acted with complete decisiveness, such that blood was still spurting out of the wound as he dropped to his knees in worship.
Apparently… unless one of the Exalted Immortals spoke, the man would not stop the blood from flowing.
Fan Dong'er was inwardly shaken, as was Bei Yu. The other ordinary cultivators and Demonic cultivators had similar reactions. They… could count as nothing more than the Junior generation in the cultivation world, and had not seen or experienced all the trials and tribulations that the old-timers had. The shocking scene left Fan Dong'er and the others mentally shaken.
Meng Hao stood there silently for a moment before waving his right finger. A medicinal pill flew out and landed on the stump of the old man's severed arm. In the blink of an eye, the wound healed, and the missing arm gradually began to grow back.
The old man trembled as he looked appreciatively at Meng Hao. Inwardly, he sighed with relief, and then once again bowed deeply.
"Many thanks, Exalted Immortal!"
The oldest man among all of the Windswept Realm's cultivators was Jian Daozi. Wisdom flickered deep within his eyes as he casually turned to look over at Meng Hao. Then he clasped hands and said, "Exalted Immortals, we invite you to enter the temporary Imperial residences we have set up here in the Ninth Nation. Exalted Immortals… do you plan to reside together, or… live separately?"
As he finished speaking, he waved his hand, causing glittering light to rise up from the ground in front of him. Shockingly, a map of the entire Ninth Nation suddenly appeared.
The various areas on the map were clearly labeled to indicate which ones had spiritual energy, and which ones had abundant cultivation resources. All locations that were suitable for habitation by cultivators were clearly marked.
Furthermore, the various advantages and disadvantages of each location were explained clearly.
In the very center of the Ninth Nation, not too far from its capital city, was a mountain, half of which was covered with snow, and at the foot of which could be seen a lake. Furthermore, it was possible to see that much of the vital energy of the Ninth Nation at a whole was gathered there.
In addition to that mountain, there were two other locations which could be considered superb. As for the others, most were ordinary in nature.
After glancing over the map, Meng Hao's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and he looked back at Jian Daozi. Once again, he was able to perceive the wisdom and foresight which the old man possessed.
To Jian Daozi and the other cultivators, Meng Hao and his companions were all Exalted Immortals. Although they venerated all of them, it was impossible for them to determine which of the nine… maintained the most superior position.
Not only did they have no way of ascertaining such matters on their own, they could not afford to make any mistakes. If there were any misunderstandings about the seniority of the visitors from the Mountain and Sea Realm, it could lead to dire consequences. This map, and the process by which the Immortals dealt with it, would be one way to get some instant clues.
Fan Dong'er looked over the map, then glanced at Meng Hao. Afterward, she extended her right hand and pointed at one of the two lesser areas, opting not to take the most optimal location, the mountain with the National Fate.
Bei Yu hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously looked over at Meng Hao. Her eyes glowed for a moment, and she didn't immediately make a decision.
The other three ordinary cultivators with Fan Dong'er were well-aware of their place, and picked other locations. However, with the exception of the burly body cultivator, the other Demonic cultivators looked at the map with glittering eyes. They edged slowly over to Bei Yu's side, then looked over coldly at Meng Hao, as if they were itching for a fight.
This scene immediately revealed how much friction existed between them, something that Jian Daozi and the others instantly picked up on.
Fan Dong'er said nothing. She backed up a few paces, unwilling to get involved. The other three ordinary cultivators hesitated for a moment before also backing up, apparently maintaining neutrality as they tried to ignore the increasing tension building up between Meng Hao and the Demonic cultivators.
The burly Demonic body cultivator seemed to be inwardly conflicted. He gritted his teeth hard before giving an angry glance at the other Demonic cultivators and then backing off. He, too, chose not to get involved. He was already… incredibly frightened of Meng Hao.
Among the nine new arrivals, five chose to remain neutral. Three Demonic cultivators remained behind, including Bei Yu, all of whom glared murderously at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression was the same as ever, although inwardly, he maintained vigilance. These three Demonic cultivators obviously knew exactly how powerful he was, and yet they still were brave enough to bare their teeth. That indicated… that they were confident enough to go up against him, and were obviously… completely prepared.
Jian Daozi and the others watched what was happening with calm expressions. However, inwardly, they already had an answer to their original questions, causing their eyes to flicker toward Meng Hao.
Although Meng Hao didn't look like anything particularly special when compared with the others in his group, everyone's actions clearly showed his position and status.
"My Demonic Cultivator Horde has taken a liking to that mountain," Bei Yu suddenly said. She pointed at the mountain with the collection of vital qi.
Anyone could look at that mountain and tell that it possessed National Aura. Furthermore, that was obviously the best place to practice cultivation, and most likely the optimal location to gain enlightenment regarding the Windswept Realm.
"What a coincidence," replied Meng Hao, smiling. "I happened to take a liking to the same mountain." Although he was smiling, it was a cold smile. He had done nothing to cause any problems with the Demonic cultivators; they took the initiative to provoke him. Although they might have their trump cards, Meng Hao didn't mind showing them that no matter how powerful their secret weapons were, he could still sweep over them.
If he was willing to make a huge scene in the Nine Seas God World, then here, in a place like the Windswept Realm, with no rules or limitations, he would act even more flamboyantly!
Killing intent flickered in Bei Yu's eyes, and the two Demonic cultivators flanking her smiled coldly. They were just about to step forward when all of a sudden… Meng Hao's expression flickered. He backed up a few steps and looked up into the sky, apparently too busy to pay any attention to Bei Yu and the others. Fan Dong'er and all the other cultivators also seemed to sense something, and also looked up. The two Demonic cultivators' faces flickered with confusion, and they ceased any attacks as they looked up into the sky.
In almost the exact same moment that they looked up, an indescribable pressure suddenly exploded downward, crushing down onto everything with destructive force. The entire land quivered, as if the whole Realm were trembling.
The aura seemed to be weighing down from the sky, but in fact, that was not the case. It was actually coming… from the very center of the Windswept Realm, from… the Windswept Realm's temple!
That temple contained the World Essence of the Windswept Realm, and as of this moment, the arrival of all of these people was causing an eruption of that very aura. That eruption was weakening the barriers between the Nine Nations to the point of collapse, and at the same time, was causing a very strange aura to fill the entire world.
The wind was growing stronger, and the sun in the sky was changing color. The plants were swaying back and forth, and the animals of the Windswept Realm were howling into the sky.
Numerous fissures snaked across the sky, only to rapidly close again. Apparently, a natural law that was originally difficult to detect… was suddenly awakened by the arrival of Meng Hao and the others.
"That's… Essence!!"
"I can sense Essence aura!!"
"This is the true Windswept Realm! I was wondering earlier why I didn't sense much of anything different after arriving here!"
Meng Hao took a deep breath as he sensed the natural law of the world. He closed his eyes, and felt as if he could feel Essence itself.
That feeling was completely unprecedented. It almost seemed like all he had to do was reach his hand out to acquire the Essence. It was like the single move of a hand could cause ripples in the natural laws. If you likened the Mountain and Sea Realm to a solid wall, blocking everything, then the Windswept Realm… was like a net, full of holes. Because of all of those holes, the natural laws and Essence were easily visible to everyone present.
Of course, anyone whose cultivation base was not in the Immortal Realm… would be unable to detect these things!
At the same time that the World Essence of the Windswept Realm erupted, intense pressure swept out over the entire world. The pressure weighed down almost as if the entire world had been submerged at the bottom of the sea.
Thankfully, all of the people who came here from the Nine Seas God World were used to such pressure. Despite its intensity, it didn't affect them very much, Meng Hao included.
However, Meng Hao was also aware that were it not for the three months he had spent acclimating himself to the Nine Seas God World, then he would only be able to utilize a small portion of his cultivation base.
As the pressure rose, and the vast power of natural law and Essence revealed itself, the Immortal's caves that were the temporary Imperial residences in the Ninth Nation, all began to change.
That was especially true of the mountain which possessed National Aura. As of this moment, it seemed to transform into a Golden Dragon. Apparently… that mountain was the center of all of the natural law and Essence of the Ninth Nation!
Gradually, a windstorm began to build up around the mountain. Thunder boomed as the winds swept about. Anyone could sense that this mountain was extraordinary, and that if you practiced cultivation there, the benefits would be extreme.
Earlier, Meng Hao hadn't been dead set on acquiring that mountain. But now, it was something he had to have. Eyes flickering, he looked over at Jian Daozi, and noticed that a very faint smile could be seen on his face.
"What a cunning old fox!" he thought. Meng Hao didn't mind. Without sufficient intelligence and wisdom, the weak could never survive for long in the cultivation world.
Many times, the ability to scheme was the greatest type of power.
"There's something else fishy going on," he thought. "It would be far too simplistic if Jian Daozi's scheming were limited to this." As Meng Hao stood there thinking, Bei Yu and the other two Demonic cultivators exploded with killing intent, and began to close in on Meng Hao.
However, it was in that exact moment that, all of a sudden, a clap of thunder could be heard. The sky exploded, and Meng Hao's face flickered as he suddenly sensed Chu Yuyan, Su Yan, and all of the Demonic cultivators in his bag of holding, spit up blood!
"NINE!! Nine is the limit!" a voice rang out. "Every Sea can send nine people into the Windswept Realm!!
"Anyone who exceeds that number cannot say in the Windswept Realm, and will be wiped out!!"
Instantly, Meng Hao understood.
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Chapter 1088: The First Death in the Windswept Realm!
In the moment that Meng Hao's face flickered, the same reaction could be seen on the faces of Fan Dong'er and her group of cultivators, as well as Bei Yu and the Demonic cultivators who had been roiling with killing intent.
Only the burly body cultivator's expression was the same as ever, as if he hadn't even noticed anything. Everyone else, on the other hand, could sense reactions from things within their bags of holding.
Furthermore, a shining red sealing mark appeared on the hands of all nine of them, marks that seemed to indicate that they possessed certain qualifications.
"Dammit!!" Fan Dong'er had an extremely unsightly look on her face, as did all the others. The two Demonic cultivators were no longer even thinking about Meng Hao. They stopped in place and used every possible method available to brace themselves for what was about to come.
Obviously… Meng Hao was not the only other person to have brought others with him into the Windswept Realm!
Meng Hao's eyes flickered and he backed up a few steps. He sent some divine will into his bag of holding and quickly sealed the Demonic cultivators who the parrot and meat jelly had been training to sing.
However, despite being sealed, when the second clap of thunder rang out, the Demonic cultivators coughed up more blood, and their bodies withered. Obviously, the sealing did no good. Thankfully, the parrot and meat jelly were not affected at all.
Meng Hao frowned as the third clap of thunder rang out. This time, he unleashed the Life Death Hexing!
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE!
In the blink of an eye, the Demonic cultivators inside of his bag of holding were protected by the Hexing magic. Although their faces went pale, they were unaffected, and were not in danger of being wiped out.
However… Chu Yuyan and Su Yan had nowhere to flee to. The two women coughed up blood, especially Chu Yuyan, who was already injured. Despite being more than half recovered, she was now on the verge of being exterminated by the thunder. Her injuries were aggravated, and the Life Death Hexing could not be used on her or Su Yan. After all, if Meng Hao used it, and failed… they would be killed, and he would be powerless to do anything about it!
Su Yan wouldn't be too big a loss, and Meng Hao didn't really care much about her, anyway. However, he couldn't simply risk Chu Yuyan in that way.
Everyone else had reactions to Meng Hao. Fan Dong'er's face was pale white as she slapped her bag of holding. Two people flew out, both of them young men who wore looks of surprise and shock on their faces.
As for the three cultivators behind Fan Dong'er, they all slapped their bags of holding; in total, they had brought eight people with them, all of them disciples of the Nine Seas God World!
It was the same with Bei Yu, from whose bag of holding flew two old women. Both were Demonic cultivators, with cultivation bases in the Ancient Realm, with five extinguished Soul Lamps each.
As for the other two Demonic cultivators, five people emerged to stand next to them.
At a single glance, you could see that the current group vastly exceeded the limit of nine. However, there was one aspect which was shared by all of the newcomers. None of their cultivation bases… exceeded five extinguished Soul Lamps!
Perhaps their true cultivation bases were higher than that, but at the moment, they had suppressed themselves down to the Ancient Realm with five extinguished Soul Lamps. That made it such that a single peal of thunder was strong enough to wipe them out!
"What's going on!? The natural laws here are different than last time! Before, we could always bring extra people, as long as they had five extinguished Soul Lamps or fewer!!"
"As long as we didn't bring too many, the Windswept Realm would never cause any interference. Why are things different this time!?"
As everyone cried out in alarm, Meng Hao's eyes glittered. He had never imagined that virtually everyone would try to bring more people into the Windswept Realm. Granny Nine and the others hadn't mentioned anything about the subject, nor had they provided any warnings. After a moment of thought, Meng Hao realized he had nothing to complain about.
"I'm an outsider to the Nine Seas God World," he thought, "and everything that has happened has been for the sake of mutual gain. They need my Echelon status, and I… need that status to get more powerful.
"To prevent me from bringing a bunch of my own clan members in here, they didn't mention the subject, which I suppose is fair play." As he backed up, he frowned. Although he could ignore the actions of the Nine Seas God World, he was getting very nervous because of the threat to Chu Yuyan.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered as he looked at the mark on the back of his hand, and he instantly understood the situation.
"Nine is the limit… well in that case… as long as we don't exceed the number of people allowed into the Ninth Nation, then there shouldn't be any problem." Suddenly, another peal of thunder rang out, and blood sprayed from the mouths of everyone who didn't possess a mark. At the same time, Meng Hao flashed across the altar toward one of the Demonic cultivators with a mark on his hand, one of the ones who had been on the verge of attacking him earlier.
"That mark is the crux of things! If you have that mark, you're qualified to be here!" Killing intent swirling, he shot forward as fast as lightning. With the wave of a hand, rumbling filled Heaven and Earth, and chains of mountains descended, sweeping across everything.
The ten thousand cultivators who were prostrated in worship surrounding the altar all remained there with heads bowed, with the exception of Jian Daozi and the other old men. Everyone else didn't even dare to move.
Jian Daozi stood there watching silently. However, deep within his eyes could be seen a flicker of derision. As for the other old men, they stood in place without saying a word.
Similar scenes played out in the other eight nations. Apparently, virtually all of the visitors from the Mountain and Sea Realm had brought people to tag along.
However, the natural laws of the Windswept Realm had changed, causing widespread shock. Nobody was prepared for the sudden onslaught of thunder. The pressure intensified, and the people who had been brought along felt grave senses of crisis filling them. They knew that this force, intent on wiping them away, would not stop.
Chaotic fighting would soon erupt as everyone realized that each Sea could only have a maximum of nine people in the Windswept Realm!
Without some extraordinary exception, the limit could not be exceeded by even one!
Apparently the Third Sea contained an exception. Xue'er had apparently used some unknown technique to ensure that she would be permitted to stay.
Though they had just arrived, the cultivators of the Mountain and Sea Realm began to fight each other. Bitter battles erupted, and the peals of thunder continued to echo out.
"Since this trifling Windswept Realm wants to eradicate me, I'll just leave!" cried an enraged old man on the altar in the desert of the Ninth Nation. He was bursting with the power of five extinguished Soul Lamps as he flew up into the air to leave the altar.
As he rose up into the air, others on the altar similarly took to flight. However, as soon as the old man left the altar, a huge bolt of lightning struck down from up above.
The lightning bolt was not complete, and yet it contained natural law and Essence. It moved with incredible speed that made it impossible to evade. It slammed into the old man, and a boom rang out. Before the man could even scream, he was completely wiped out in body and soul, transformed into nothing more than ash.
The scene caused everyone else to gasp, and the cultivators who had just flown into the air suddenly stopped in place, expressions of astonishment covering their faces.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly.
"I like this place," he said, extending his right hand and causing the chains of mountains to rumble. Blood Demon heads materialized as he began to fight. Booms rang out, and he turned into a huge golden roc. With a flash, he was slashing the Demonic cultivator's head, after which he turned and unleashed the Life-Extermination Fist on one of the other two howling Demonic cultivators who had leaped to attack him.
The fist struck nothing but air, and yet blood sprayed from their mouths, and booms rang out. One of them exploded into pieces, and the other was sent tumbling off of the altar, after which a bolt of lightning fell and exterminated him.
Simultaneously, a stream of red qi rose up from the dead Demonic cultivator. Eyes glittering, Meng Hao reached out and grabbed it, then sent it into this bag of holding, toward the back of Chu Yuyan's hand. It turned into a sealing mark, which instantly put her out of danger. She now had the qualifications to be in this place. He quickly sent her a large quantity of medicinal pills to help her recover.
"Meng Hao, what are you doing!?!?" cried Fan Dong'er. The altar was instantly thrown into chaos. The fact that Meng Hao had instantly resorted to violent fighting caused the older cultivators and Demonic cultivators to guess about the natural laws of the Windswept Realm, and they also began to attack.
"Can't you see?!" Meng Hao said. "Only nine people are allowed to be here! If we don't kill them… then they'll kill us! It doesn't matter which of us dies… as long as only nine remain alive, everything will be fine!
"Even if you don't attack… those stowaways will continue to grow weaker from the thunder! Therefore… their only option is to kill us and take our places!" Meng Hao waved his hand, causing his Divine Flame Immortal meridian to erupt with power. Flames rolled back and forth, a mass of destruction.
In response to Meng Hao's words, the two young men behind Fan Dong'er suddenly launched attacks, not against Fan Dong'er, but rather, against the other three cultivators who had arrived in the Windswept Realm by the correct method.
Booms echoed out. Fan Dong'er was helpless to stop anything that was happening. Both the Demonic cultivators and ordinary cultivators devolved into even more chaotic fighting. Bei Yu looked extremely nervous as the two old women next to her looked around angrily and then began to levy vicious attacks in all directions.
Of course… the stowaways were the most nervous of all. As the thunder continued to boom, they received continuous injuries. Their current situation was like a sword hanging over their heads!
They could see the red marks on the hands of Meng Hao and the others, and knew that they represented the qualifications to be in this place, to be immune to the peals of thunder. If they didn't quickly earn themselves qualifications, they would die without a doubt!
Bloodcurdling screams rang out constantly, and fierce fighting raged. As more people died, more chances were presented to survive. Under such pressure of life or death, it was a matter of this isn't about you dying, it's about me living!
"Don't blame me! I don't want to do this, but… I have to keep living!" The Demonic cultivator who had brought up the idea of all the local cultivators ending their own lives, ended up dying at the hands of one of the other Demonic cultivators that he had brought along. He could only watch helplessly as he heard similarly cold words spoken to him, and then saw the red mark fade from his hand.
"DIE!!" The cultivators brought by Fan Dong'er were also killed by fellow sect members. They died, eyes wide with regret.
Miserable screams rang out constantly as the number of people on the altar slowly grew smaller and smaller. At the same time, the booms of thunder grew more intense and more frequent!
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Chapter 1089: Who's Fighting and Who's Watching?
Meng Hao was in the middle of it all, fighting fiercely whoever he encountered.
The viciousness on display caused Jian Daozi and the others to go cold with fright. Jian Daozi himself gasped and stared at Meng Hao with renewed fear and awe.
Because of a unique reason, Jian Daozi had lived for a very long time, and seen many Immortals. Although his cultivation base was not very high, he was intelligent and discerning, and could tell that Meng Hao possessed strength that the other Immortals simply did not.
"He must be in the Immortal World's feared… Echelon!" he thought, his eyes widening.
Blood flowed off of the altar in bright red rivulets, even streams, which spread out into the desert sands. The reek of blood spread out, filling the air, even covering some of the magical symbols on the altar, causing them to cast bizarre light into the air.
Fewer and fewer people could be seen on the altar. Originally, there had been more than twenty, but now, there were only eleven!
Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu were still there, but the other cultivators who had originally joined them had all been replaced, with the exception of the burly body cultivator, who managed to cunningly avoid all attacks levied against him.
Fan Dong'er was no longer flanked by three people, but two. They were both young, their faces pale white, with blood seeping out of the corners of their mouths. Pools of blood could be seen beneath their feet.
Originally, Bei Yu had been accompanied by two other Demonic cultivators. Now, there were five. Two were old women, plus three other Demonic cultivators. Those who had brought them here had been killed by other cultivators, and these were the ones who had managed to hold out until the very end.
However, thunder still boomed, and as for the number of people present… there were still two too many!
Among the eleven people present, eight had red sealing marks on the backs of their hands. Those who didn't included one ordinary cultivator and two Demonic cultivators. All of them had ashen faces, and absolutely no sealing marks!
Those sealing marks were like a seal of life, a mark of approval from the Windswept Realm. Anyone who had that sealing mark would not be wiped away by the Heavenly thunder.
Blood flowed across the altar as everyone stood there silently, staring at Meng Hao. Fear could be seen deep in their eyes; in the battle just now, more than half of the people slain had been killed by him.
Down below the altar, Jian Daozi and the others were shocked to the core. The image of Meng Hao slaughtering his enemies was burned deep in their hearts, leaving an indelible impression.
After a few short breaths of time, fighting broke out once again; virtually everyone attacked at the same time, trying to wipe out the three cultivators with no marks on their hands.
Those three knew that if they couldn't get one of the sealing marks, they would be wiped out by the thunder, completely eradicated!
Thunder boomed, and blood sprayed out of the three cultivators' mouths. There was no need to mention the severe internal injuries they had sustained; they were growing so weak that it seemed any of the subsequent thunderclaps could wipe them out. They began to go mad, roaring, burning life force, exploding with all the power they could muster.
It was with utter madness that they attacked the fellow sect members who they thought they could defeat!
Booms echoed out as the fierce fighting raged. The cultivators of the Windswept Realm continued to keep their heads bowed, not daring to even peep at what was happening, although Jian Daozi and his group looked on.
Meng Hao waved his hand, and the Essence of Divine Flame erupted out. He pushed his hand down onto the shoulder of one of the Demonic cultivators with no sealing mark, and instantly, the man was consumed by Divine Flame. A miserable shriek could be heard as Meng Hao pulled his hand back, and the Demonic cultivator transformed into nothing but ash.
Simultaneously, the other two with no sealing marks were killed, reducing the number of people on the altar… to only eight!
In addition to Meng Hao, there were two ordinary cultivators and five Demonic cultivators, all of whom had marks on their hands!
All of them breathed sighs of relief.
"It's finally over…."
"I can't believe the natural laws in the Windswept Realm have changed…."
Even Jian Daozi and the others below the altar assumed that everything was over. However… thunder continued to boom! Everyone's faces fell, but no one coughed up blood. However, the fact that the thunder had not ceased indicated only one thing.
There was still someone without a sealing mark! Furthermore, that person was not present on the altar itself!
"Impossible! We're obviously the only ones left! Why is there still Heavenly thunder!?!?"
"Someone must still be hiding people in their bag of holding!!" Everyone began to look around suspiciously. Fan Dong'er gritted her teeth as she realized that there were more Demonic cultivators than ordinary cultivators, which was not to her advantage. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her bag of holding and let everyone see that it was empty of people.
The other cultivators behind her didn't hesitate to do the same, and eventually, even the Demonic cultivators, including Bei Yu, did the same. Eventually, Meng Hao was the only one who hadn't opened his bag of holding.
At that point, all eyes fell on Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao already got one of the other sealing marks and put it in his bag of holding!" Thunder boomed, and everyone looked at Meng Hao with vigilant eyes.
Meng Hao was the most powerful among them, a fact which had been made very clear in the fighting moments ago. At this moment, Meng Hao… was the greatest threat to all of them.
Another clap of thunder could be heard, but this time, it wasn't just a noise. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, slamming onto the altar with incredible destructive power. The entire altar shook, and Meng Hao dodged to the side to avoid being hit.
"Meng Hao, what are you doing!? Open up your bag of holding and kill that person!"
"If you don't do something, then don't blame us for joining forces to kill you!" Everyone was shocked by the booming thunder, and the bolt of lightning that had fallen. From their perspective, if Meng Hao didn't open his bag of holding and kill the person inside, then all of them would end up dead.
Meng Hao's eyes widened. Currently, Su Yan was inside his bag of holding, trembling. Her fear was a bit surprising to Meng Hao; originally, she had been completely unafraid of dying. Now, however, she seemed terrified of it, a total change that couldn't help but cause a bit of suspicion to well up in his heart.
"Could it be that she has some sort of reincarnation magic, so that if I kill her, she'll be able to resurrect herself, but if she's killed by the thunder of the World Essence, she'll actually die?!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and then he thought about Su Yan's other unique divine abilities, and realized that such a thing wasn't impossible.
As he stood there thinking, the other people on the altar were increasingly shocked by the thunder and lightning.
"Let's join forces! Even if we can't kill him ourselves, we can at least force him off the altar. Then the thunder will help us kill that person in his bag of holding!"
People began to call out: "Attack together!"
The Demonic cultivators already hated Meng Hao, so they immediately joined together and attacked Meng Hao.
At the same time, even Fan Dong'er and the other ordinary cultivators joined together to charge Meng Hao. Meng Hao's actions now affected all of their lives, so how could they not take action?
Meng Hao's eyes glittered. Instead of attacking, he fell back, buying time to send divine will into his bag of holding to yell into Su Yan's ear.
"Give me one of your divine abilities, and I'll get you a spot in the Windswept Realm!" He was determined to give this tactic a shot.
Su Yan's face fell. Blood sprayed out of her mouth, and her expression was one of unprecedented fear. She could sense the deadly attacks from the outside, but she still wasn't willing to give one of her divine abilities to Meng Hao.
"I'll die first!" she responded.
"I don't want all of them, just one will do! You have to give me some reason to help you avoid being wiped out by the Windswept Realm!" Meng Hao continued to back up as everyone attacked him. He danced back and forth, expression calm as he used divine will to try to persuade Su Yan.
Thunder struck again, and it was even more intense than last time. Two bolts of lightning fell, causing everyone's minds to reel. Meng Hao's face fell, and the sensation of deadly crisis grew stronger. It was as if… the next volley of lightning would definitely hit him.
Meng Hao's eyes glittered. The best option right now would be to simply kill Su Yan, which would cause the lightning to dissipate. If he pushed things too much further, he would be putting himself at grave risk.
"Chances like this aren't easy to come by… it would be a big shame to give up now." His eyes flashed as he once again sensed Su Yan's fear of the thunder and lightning.
Gritting his teeth, he fell back again, and once again sent out some divine will.
Su Yan could sense the will of death in the lightning, and it caused her to tremble. She didn't fear Meng Hao killing her, but she definitely feared being eradicated by the lightning!
The sensation of imminent death grew more intense, and she could tell that another round of thunder and lightning was coming.
"If I die, you'll die too!!" she cried. In response, Meng Hao slapped his bag of holding and pulled Su Yan out. Thunder boomed, and seven bolts of lightning coalesced up above; at the same time, he made as if to throw her out in front of him,
"I'll only give you one divine ability!!" Su Yan shrieked as she looked at the lightning; she couldn't hold on any longer.
"Fine! I want your Seven God Steps!" Meng Hao's eyes glittered, and he pushed his divine will toward her. Su Yan knew that she didn't have much time. Although it irked her, she had no other choice, and so she allowed his divine will to enter her mind and take the Seven God Steps Daoist magic. 1
In the moment that Meng Hao acquired the Daoist magic, the seven bolts of lightning began to fall. Suddenly, Meng Hao spun, and the Lightning Cauldron appeared in his hand. Electricity danced, and he switched places with one of the old Demonic cultivator women. As soon as he reappeared, next to one of the other Demonic cultivators, he unleashed the Life-Extermination Fist.
He moved so quickly that nobody had time to react. In the blink of an eye, thunder boomed, and the Demonic cultivator exploded into a cloud of blood and gore.
As soon as the Demonic cultivator died, the mark on his hand vanished, transforming into a red qi that then solidified on Su Yan's hand.
In that same instant, the seven bolts of lightning vanished without a trace, and the thunder faded away.
There were now only eight people on the altar again, one less Demonic cultivator, and an additional trembling Su Yan.
If you added in Chu Yuyan, who was still in his bag of holding, that made a total of nine cultivators!
All of them had marks on their hands, indicating that they qualified to remain in the Windswept Realm!
As of this moment, the fighting stopped. No one continued to attack Meng Hao. They all backed up, looking around vigilantly, quietly, expressions of sorrow on their faces.
As they looked down at the ten thousand cultivators below the altar, and the tens of thousands of other humans arranged further off, Fan Dong'er and the others suddenly didn't feel at all like superiors. Instead, they felt like cage fighters, with the people surrounding them being the audience, despite the fact that they didn't even lift their heads to look.
The superiors were the show, and the inferiors were the audience. Therefore, just exactly… who were the superiors?
1. Su Yan used the Seven God Steps (although with a slightly different name) against Meng Hao in chapter 1032
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Chapter 1090: The Echelon's Declarations of War!
At this point, it was hard to say who was actually the superior in this situation.
On the Ninth Nation's altar, Meng Hao stood off to the side, looking up into the sky. He had already re-sealed Su Yan and tossed her back into his bag of holding. Now he stood there in the desert wind, which sent bits of dust blowing into his hair and onto his robes.
Behind him, the others stood by quietly, looking at his back, feeling fear and other complicated emotions. Even Fan Dong'er was no exception.
Meng Hao's fierce fighting had placed him above the others in terms of power, securing his position of utmost seniority within the Ninth Nation.
Down below, Jian Daozi and the others were also looking at Meng Hao, and their eyes were filled with reverence for Immortals. Finally, they lowered their heads and dropped to their knees in obeisance.
They knew that, as of this moment, they didn't need to worry about any order given by any of the other Immortals. Until Meng Hao left the Ninth Nation, or was supplanted by someone else, his words… were the only orders to be followed.
Meanwhile, the altar in the Eighth Nation was littered with bones. An aura of death towered up into the sky, and eight cultivators could be seen, trembling as they prostrated themselves toward a black-robed young man up in front, who sat on a pile of bleached bones. He was none other than the Echelon cultivator from the Eighth Mountain and Sea.
"You people didn't bring many guests with you. Why didn't you bring more? I… feel like doing some more killing." His eyes gleamed with a brutal light as he looked at the trembling cultivators around him. Suddenly, a murderous aura exploded up from him. He was completely surrounded by corpses, none of which remained intact.
Blood stained the altar red.
In the Seventh Nation, a young man stood there with a long spear, surrounded by eight trembling cultivators. Shockingly, seven heads were impaled kebab-like on the spear.
"I don't want to kill all of you, but who said that you could try to steal my Echelon status from me, huh? In the Seventh Mountain and Sea, I don't dare to act too excessively, but here… you people are nothing!" The young man smiled, seemingly brimming with complete confidence in himself.
In the Sixth Nation, a boy sat cross-legged on the altar. He appeared to be only seven or eight years old, and he looked around through squinted eyes at the people who surrounded him, eight burly fellows, all of whom had cold faces.
The Sixth Nation was special. Because no one had brought any extra visitors, no thunder had appeared.
The strangest of all was the Fifth Nation. The altar there was soaked in blood, and only one person remained alive, standing on the edge of the altar. He was a bit overweight, and wore a perpetual smile on his face. However, hidden within that smile was icy coldness.
All of the other people who had arrived with him were now dead; he was the only survivor.
"Wanted to snatch my position in the Echelon?" the young man murmured. "You people simply didn't qualify."
Silence reigned in the Fourth Nation. Lin Cong stood there, wearing a long white robe, looking around proudly. Directly behind him were four cultivators, all of whom had vicious expressions on their faces. They were surrounded by numerous corpses.
From beginning to end, Lin Cong never made a single move. However, his four followers had directly slaughtered the other four cultivators who had come with them, as well as any stowaways they had brought along.
"I hope things get a bit more interesting here," Lin Cong said with a slight smile.
Rivers of blood ran in the Third Nation. However, there was something different there; among the nine people present, not a single one was a member of the Echelon! Among those nine people was a middle-aged man who wore Imperial robes. He stood there with a slight smile that contained contentment and anticipation.
"I've been waiting for far, far too long…. At long last, the day has come. The words spoken by the Imperial Lord turned out to be true!" Even as he spoke, he looked off into the distance, toward a figure speeding through the air.
It was a woman, the tenth person to appear on the altar!
None of the ten thousand cultivators beneath the altar had their heads bowed. Instead, they were looking at the man in the Imperial robes, their eyes burning with fanaticism.
On the Second Nation's altar, everything was quiet. In fact, it was so quiet, the mood was terrifying. There was no reek of blood, but rather, icy coldness spread out, turning the entire altar into a chunk of ice.
In the middle of that ice was a man in a blue robe.
His eyes were closed, and eight unmoving corpses lay on the ground around him.
The First Nation's altar was the strangest scene of all. None of the figures beneath the altar were bowing their heads. No, they had been ordered to raise their heads up. They stood there, trembling with fear as they looked at a white-robed man floating above the surface of the altar.
His expression was calm, as if he were contemplating enlightenment. He was staring at his right hand, within which could be seen, shockingly… a bolt of lightning. The lightning looked extraordinary, and if Meng Hao were here, he would instantly recognize… the Heavenly lightning of a type of Lightning Cauldron!
The white-robed man appeared to be contemplating it, as if he were determining a way to control it.
With his cultivation base and his level of power, this man could be only one person: the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain, widely acknowledged to be one of its three most powerful members!
Behind him were eight other cultivators who had arrived from the First Mountain and Sea. All of them were his personal followers; not a single one was a disciple of any other organization in the First Mountain and Sea.
These were people he had forced to capitulate during the many battles he had fought. Afterwards, they had become his followers, and even fought for him. Most surprising of all was that of these eight people who had chosen to become his followers, one of them was another member of the Echelon!
To join the Echelon, and yet choose to follow that white-robed young man, showed how incredibly powerful he was.
"So it turns out that gaining enlightenment of the Essence of lightning is much easier here than in the Mountain and Sea Realm." After a long moment, the white-robed young man clenched his hand into a fist. Crackling sounds could be heard, and the lightning vanished, disappearing into his body. His eyes suddenly began to glow brightly.
"The Windswept Realm has been opened many times, but this is my first time here. What do you all say? Do you think I'll be able to collect some people and items that might satisfy me? Will I be able to truly take away the World Essence?
"Although, what I'm actually looking forward to most… is searching for another member of the Echelon, most preferably a male!" The white-robed young man chuckled. He turned to a woman who was standing behind him, and ran his finger down her jaw. The woman lowered her head and smiled. As for his other followers, two were women and five were men. All of them smiled in response to the young man's words.
The sky in the Windswept Realm gradually cleared. After the space of ten breaths of time, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the Heavens into the First Nation and all the other nations in the Windswept Realm. Apparently, the inhabitants of the Windswept Realm itself could not hear this voice, only the newcomers.
"Let the trial by fire… begin!
"The central temple is where the final decision will be made. Immortal cultivators may not enter there now. Use the Nine Nations as the game board, and the soldiers and cultivators of the Windswept Realm as the game pieces. Let the Grand War of Nine Nations begin!
"Each nation has a Seal of the Windswept Realm. Whoever acquires the most National Seals will be able to enter the central temple!
"And now… the barriers between the Nine Nations shall be removed!" The voice that spoke was ancient, and yet seemed somewhat numb, almost emotionless, as if it were a puppet. Even as the voice boomed out, the windstorm barriers separating the Nine Nations of the Windswept Realm all vanished!
Now there was nothing sealing or protecting any of the nations; they were all connected….
Furthermore, the ground began to quake as all of the natural laws and Essences of the Windswept Realm was unleashed. Spiritual energy surged, and the natural laws went into flux. Essence was revealed in a way that made gaining enlightenment seemingly simple.
Heaven and Earth lost color, and a mighty wind sprang up which screamed out in all directions.
On the First Nation's altar, the white-robed young man laughed heartily. As the windstorm barriers fell, he could instantly sense the other Echelon auras in the Windswept Realm.
To his senses, those auras were like bright lamps in the darkness of night, clearly visible.
As he laughed, the white-robed young man's energy surged, merging into Heaven and Earth. His cultivation base erupted, sending an incredibly powerful aura sweeping out.
He was making a declaration of war… against all of the other eight nations in the Windswept Realm!
At the same time, amidst the iciness of the Second Nation, the blue-robed man's eyes snapped open. He looked at the corpses around him for a moment, and their eyes opened to reveal a gray glow. Cracking and popping sounds could be heard as layers of ice shattered. Energy also surged out of the blue-robed young man, another declaration of war!
In the Third Nation, the middle-aged man in the Imperial robes laughed eerily. Although he clearly had no sealing mark on him, he still emanated the energy of a sealing mark, which rose up into the sky.
In the Fourth Nation, Lin Cong looked around proudly, and his energy spiked. As of this moment, no one was willing to reveal any bit of weakness. They were all members of the Echelon, Chosen of the Mountain and Sea Realm. In the Windswept Realm, where they were completely free and unconstrained, any show of weakness would be sensed by others… and would no doubt lead to their respective nation being the first to be eradicated, and to the loss of their National Seal.
In the Fifth Nation, the smiling young man smiled even wider, and his energy flew up.
In the Sixth Nation, the boy laughed piercingly as he rose to his feet. Shockingly, his energy rose up rapidly, causing the wind to surge and the Heavens to shake.
In the Seventh Nation and Eighth Nation, the Echelon also declared war!
Meng Hao trembled and looked up into the sky. The other cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm could hear the words spoken by the ancient voice. However, they had no way to detect the surging energy and domineering auras of the Echelon cultivators in the other eight nations.
It was as if all of them were sending notices to the other Echelon members that they were on their way.
"A declaration of war, huh…." thought Meng Hao, his eyes glittering. He had long since left the other members of his generation of the Ninth Mountain and Sea behind. He was like an enormous mountain in their path. All of the important Chosen owed him money, and were bound to him by Karma with promissory notes.
He had long since come to the conclusion that it would be a difficult thing to find any more Chosen to get promissory notes from. But now that he could sense the energy of the other Echelon members… Meng Hao's eyes began to shine brightly.
"These guys ought to be even richer than the people from the Ninth Mountain and Sea!" he thought, taking a deep breath and getting even more excited. Finally, he caused his own energy to surge, causing it to blaze like a signal fire. At the same time, he looked slightly embarrassed as he added A Writ of Karma into his surging energy, creating an opportunity for an initial contact of Karma, laying down the first Karma Thread connection.
You declare war? I declare a season of promissory notes!
I will make all members of the Echelon owe me money and give me promissory notes!
Meng Hao was determined to stick to his path of promissory notes, and not waver!
As of this moment, the energy of all of the members of the Echelon surged in their respective areas, then spread out until they clashed with the others.
Colors flashed in the sky, and the wind seethed. Rumbling filled the air as the energy of the Echelon members clashed.
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Chapter 1091: The Scheming of Jian Daozi
The world rumbled, colors flashed in the sky, and the wind screamed…. At the same time, the Echelon members in each of the Nine Nations sent their energy surging, something… that no one but they themselves could sense.
However, everyone on the altars in the various Nine Nations were clearly able to tell that the air of war had filled the world!
Declarations had been made, indicating that the Echelon battles were beginning!
This place… was the long-awaited battlefield for the Echelon. Everyone else would be relegated to mere supporting roles!
Although nobody wanted to admit it, Fan Dong'er, Bei Yu and the other cultivators knew so. They stood there silently, looking at Meng Hao standing at the edge of the altar, radiating an unmatchable energy as he looked around at the people prostrating themselves down below.
All of a sudden they understood that this place… belonged to the Echelon!
If the options were to be either a bright flower or a dark, faded leaf, fate had given them no choice in the matter, and had relegated them all to be nothing more than leaves….
Fan Dong'er's eyes glittered with an unyielding light. Bei Yu had a similar reaction. She was a woman with the same position as the sect's Holy Daughter. She had high aspirations, and was not willing to be left in the dust by anyone.
After a while, the surging energy that were the declarations of war by the members of the Echelon located throughout the Windswept Realm… slowly faded away. Meng Hao flicked his sleeve and stepped off of the altar.
"Raise your heads, all of you!" he said immediately. His voice echoed out across the lands into the ears of all of the cultivators of the Windswept Realm, and into the minds of the tens of thousands of mortals off in the distance.
Without even thinking about it, everyone raised their heads and looked at him. As of this moment, all eyes were focused on Meng Hao. He hovered there in midair, his robes swirling, his hair floating around him. The will of an Immortal Emperor transformed into a unique aura.
It was an indescribable aura, but at the moment, it instilled everyone with the impulse to offer worship.
"Greetings, Exalted Immortal!" A chorus of voices echoed out across the lands. As the powerful sound rolled out, Jian Daozi flew up into the air, swishing his sleeve and causing brilliant light to surround him.
"Form the Grand Carriage!" Immediately, a thousand cultivators flew out from the group below and organized into a formation that resembled a flying battleship!
They were followed by another eight thousand cultivators, who also formed flying battleships, making a total of nine. It was possible to see cultivators all packed together to form the battleships, their expressions fanatical, as if serving Immortals was an unmatchable honor.
Each battleship also featured two groups of cultivators on the deck, organized in ranks, men and women. Of the male cultivators, each one was extremely handsome, the type that any woman in the mortal world would instantly fall in love with.
The female cultivators were incredibly beautiful and pure, and each one could be considered a consummate beauty.
All of them knelt there, apparently ready to fulfill any request without the slightest hesitation.
"Exalted Immortals, please, after you!" cried Jian Daozi, dropping to his knees.
"Exalted Immortals, please, after you!" the other old men cried, along with all the other cultivators.
Meng Hao stared in shock. Although he had enjoyed the feeling of being completely unrestrained in the Windswept Realm, he was still not used to situations like this.
Using people as a ship…?
"Jian Daozi, you lead the way. As for this ship… I don't need it," he said slowly, beginning to make his way forward. Jian Daozi stared in shock, and an almost imperceptible flicker passed by deep in his eyes. He looked at Meng Hao for a moment, then, without saying anything, flew to follow by his side.
The fact that Meng Hao refused to use the ship didn't mean that the other cultivators had to refuse. In fact, the Demonic cultivators were currently staring in shock. Since they had been smuggled in, they hadn't experienced the events from the initial entry. They transformed into beams of light which instantly flew over to the various ships formed from cultivators.
When they stepped onto the ships, they were immediately surrounded by the handsome men and beautiful women, who brought delicious alcohol and spirit fruits for them to enjoy. It was an indescribable feeling.
The young cultivator behind Fan Dong'er thought for a moment, then flew over to sit on one of the ships. Immediately, one of the beautiful servants stepped forward and bowed down in front of him.
The young man took a deep breath as he looked around blankly at the ship and everything else.
Eventually, even Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu boarded the ships under the fanatical gazes of the Windswept Realm cultivators. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the ships then flew up into the air.
Down below, the man who appeared to be the emperor of the Ninth Nation led the soldiers into motion. They moved slowly, but there were many of them, and they almost looked like Imperial escorts.
Meng Hao flew along at the front, silent and taciturn. Jian Daozi followed off to the side. The old man's cultivation base was not in the Immortal Realm, so it took some effort for him to keep up with Meng Hao. Meng Hao looked over at him and waved his hand, causing a bright light to appear beneath the old man's feet, which instantly increased his speed so that he could follow along closely.
"Many thanks, Exalted Immortal!" Jian Daozi said, clasping his hands in appreciation.
"You can stop it with the false show of respect," Meng Hao said slowly. "It pisses me off. Furthermore… I'm Meng Hao. My surname is not 'Exalted' and my given name is not 'Immortal.'" He spoke the words without the slightest bit of courtesy.
A strange expression appeared on the old man's face. He clasped his hands and respectfully said, "I shall comply with your orders, Exalted Immortal."
Meng Hao proceeded to ignore him. Perhaps because of how they were raised, all of the others from the Mountain and Sea Realm were probably not used to paying close attention to the people they deemed weaker, but Meng Hao, despite having such a high status, and even being the Crown Prince of the Fang Clan, had struggled up to that point from a weak and pitiful standing on Planet South Heaven. He had experienced numerous deadly circumstances, and had eventually developed extremely keen eyes. Therefore, he was easily able to detect that Jian Daozi had been scheming all along.
He could clearly see the various things the old man had done. He had never believed that the people of this world would willingly choose to be inferiors. In fact… the people of the Windswept Realm couldn't even be called inferiors; they were more like slaves who didn't even have control over their own lives or deaths. Their fate was completely under the control of the Mountain and Sea Realm.
The entire world was destined to flow with rivers of blood every thousand years, and the inhabitants were like nothing more than crops to be harvested. Their thousand years of rest was merely preparation… for another harvest!
"The natural laws did not change by chance!" thought Meng Hao, his eyes glittering. He would not be careless in his activities here. Furthermore, he knew many details of certain matters that Fan Dong'er and the others were unaware of.
"Exalted Immortal Meng," Jian Daozi said ingratiatingly, "Mount Whiteseal is the Ninth Nation's Mountain of National Aura, the source of our nation's natural law and Daoist magic. It supports our entire world, and even has Heavenly power!
"Exalted Immortal, by selecting that mountain, you can receive the added support of the National Aura, and will definitely experience cultivation base growth to a level that you can't even imagine.
"The legends say that the National Aura Mountain was refined from a precious treasure. Perhaps with the abilities and resources at hand as a Chosen, Exalted Immortal Meng, you will be able to acquire even greater good fortune." The wind buffeted their faces as they flew onward, and Jian Daozi's words were carried backward so that Fan Dong'er and the others could hear.
Meng Hao suddenly stopped in place, turned, and looked deeply into Jian Daozi's eyes. Then, an enigmatic smile appeared on his face, and his eyes gradually shone with an intense gleam.
The look in Meng Hao's eyes caused thumping sounds to pound inside of Jian Daozi. However, he maintained the same smile as ever, and ducked his head respectfully.
"You know," Meng Hao said coolly. "I've killed a lot of people. Many of them were schemers, and when I discovered their plots against me, I removed their heads.
"For example, you used a simple map to quickly divide nine Exalted Immortals without lifting a finger. You benefited from the misfortune of others, and also gained some profound insights. Truly an excellent scheme.
"Later, when the lightning and thunder struck us, you looked surprised, but deep in your eyes, you were actually mocking us. Don't think that nobody noticed your act. How did you come to be aware that the natural laws had changed?"
With each of Meng Hao's successive statements, Jian Daozi looked more surprised. He started to look anxious, as if he felt there were some misunderstanding. Terrified, he was about to offer an explanation when Meng Hao continued.
"One map unleashed internal chaos," he said coolly. "One natural law caused a deadly crisis.
"I honestly don't care much about those things. However, just now, you tried to use that mountain to gain the upper hand again. Did you really think that you could borrow the strength of my hands to slay the others, just because I was stronger than them?" His words caused Jian Daozi's face to grow deathly pale, and he began to tremble in terror.
"Exalted Immortal, please calm yourself. Everything was just a misunderstanding! It… it wasn't like that at all! I…." Sweat poured down Jian Daozi's face, and he seemed horrified, as if he were being wrongly accused of a crime he didn't commit.
"Let me guess," continued Meng Hao, his voice growing colder by the moment. "If I were you, I wouldn't devise a plan which relied on only one person, even if you did end up convincing me about the mountain. After all, none of them would be likely to try to provoke me directly. What you want to do is throw out some other seeds to attract their interest.
"Those seeds of interest… will eventually give birth to a struggle over the mountain.
"Their obsession over the mountain is like a hidden weapon that would not be easily noticed. In addition to all of that, if I were you, I would definitely prepare some other knives to stick into the backs of us Immortals. That would also provide a warning that… we should not act presumptuously here!! My guess is that one of those knives will be making an appearance quite soon."
Jian Daozi smiled wryly, as if he had valid protestations which were merely falling on deaf ears. He seemed to be on the verge of trying to concoct some explanation when, all of a sudden, something became visible off in the distance. There, a waterfall could be seen, at the base of which was a pond. Next to that pond sat a white fox.
A piece of white jade could be seen on the fox's head, which looked completely beyond ordinary. As the fox practiced breathing techniques, it caused all of the light in the area to converge on the fox's head.
Suddenly, one of the middle-aged Demonic cultivators from the Nine Seas God World caught sight of the white fox. His eyes went wide, and he shouted, "Divine Demon jade!!"
A look of greed and wild joy instantly appeared on the Demonic cultivator's face. There was a flash as he flew off of the ship he had been riding and headed directly toward the fox.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that," Meng Hao said, stopping in place. In response, Jian Daozi's face flickered. The middle-aged Demonic cultivator stared in shock for a moment, then gave a cold harrumph.
He was well aware of what kind of place the Windswept Realm was, that there was nothing here that exceeded the Immortal Realm. It was a place without laws or rules, and therefore, nobody could stop him from taking something he wanted!
He sent out his divine sense and, sensing nothing abnormal, completely ignored Meng Hao and closed in on the white fox, reaching his hand out to grab to the piece of white jade.
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Chapter 1092: Demon Mantra: Mesmeric Rebuke!
Just as the middle-aged Demonic cultivator was closing in on the white jade, all of a sudden, a cold snort could be heard echoing out from inside the waterfall.
"Scram!" someone said.
The single word seemed to invoke thunder and lightning. A shocking energy rose up, causing everything to shake. A windstorm sprang into being, which promptly slammed into the Demonic cultivator.
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE….
The Demonic cultivator's face flickered, and blood sprayed out of his mouth in a continuous stream as he tumbled backward like a kite with its string cut. He fell back several hundred meters before finally coming to a stop, his face pale, his body trembling.
Bei Yu sat on her ship, which currently hovered in midair. All of a sudden, her face flickered, and she spoke four words, one at a time. "Demon Mantra: Mesmeric Rebuke!!" 1
The other Demonic cultivators' minds trembled, and expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces as they looked over at the waterfall.
Even Fan Dong'er appeared to be shocked.
Meng Hao's eyes narrowed. The voice which had spoken just now used only one phrase to unleash unthinkable power. That one phrase was like a magical technique, a divine ability that could… shake the mind. Not only did it leave the Demonic cultivator's body trembling, it also was a powerful attack on his very thoughts.
Meng Hao was familiar with the four words that Bei Yu had uttered. He knew that it was one of the three most powerful Daoist magics of the Nine Seas God World's Demonic Cultivator Horde!
"Demon Mantra: Mesmeric Rebuke can turn one's own divine sense into an attack on the self…." he thought. "It is impossible to defend against, and the stronger one's divine sense, the more terrifying the results!"
Very few Demonic cultivators were able to successfully learn it. In the current generation, only Bei Yu and Long Tianhai had ever studied it, as well as the other eight Sea Realm Demons.
From the way it had been used, Meng Hao, along with Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu, could all tell that whoever was inside the waterfall hadn't attacked with killing intent, but rather, was issuing a warning.
The Demonic cultivator hovered in midair, his face pale white, looking at the waterfall with terror. Finally he clasped hands and bowed deeply, then hurried back to his ship. The white fox hadn't moved the entire time, nor had it even looked up. It simply continued to practice breathing techniques with the white jade.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, but he continued to stand there silently. Bei Yu hesitated for a moment, then moved forward toward the waterfall. Feeling she had no other choice, she clasped hands and bowed, then said, "I am Sea Daughter Bei Yu of the Junior generation, from the Nine Seas God World. Senior, what relationship do you have with our Demonic Cultivator Horde?"
Demon Mantra: Mesmeric Rebuke was an esoteric magic of the Demonic Cultivator Horde, something that no outsider would ever have access to. And yet, they had all seen it unleashed right here.
There was no response from the waterfall, and eventually, the white fox opened its mouth and swallowed the white jade. Then, it turned, disappearing into the waterfall in a flash of white.
Bei Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to risk going into the waterfall. Just now, the power of a single word had revealed that the cultivation base of whoever was inside… was terrifyingly powerful.
After clasping hands respectfully one more time, Bei Yu headed back to her ship. It was in that moment that Meng Hao blinked his right eye nine times in quick succession. Rumbling filled his mind as his view of the world suddenly changed completely. His vision was suddenly empowered to pierce through the waterfall where, shockingly, he saw an Immortal's cave, and a middle-aged man sitting there cross-legged. Located next to the man was a tomb!
It was as if the man had always been there, and always would be, sitting there accompanying the tomb!
As soon as Meng Hao laid eyes on him, the man in the Immortal's cave suddenly turned to look at him. As their gazes met, an expression of shock could be seen in his eyes, and he waved his sleeve, terminating Meng Hao's vision. Pain filled his mind, and his face reddened, but he quickly recovered.
Despite the vision having ended, he could still clearly picture the man's appearance, and remembered that the man had a white scale on his forehead.
"He was a Demonic cultivator!" he thought. After a moment, he proceeded forward. Jian Daozi hesitated for a moment, then followed. Soon, everyone else on the ships followed suit.
After proceeding onward for a bit, Meng Hao's hand suddenly shot out to grab Jian Daozi. Jian Daozi considered dodging, but hesitated, and Meng Hao's hand latched onto his arm.
"Exalted Immortal…." he said, sounding alarmed.
Meng Hao's face was calm as his hand clenched down onto Jian Daozi's arm. Cracking sounds could be heard as he then cleanly ripped off one of Jian Daozi's fingers. The pain caused Jian Daozi to shake, but he didn't dare to show any anger, only fear.
"That Demonic cultivator just now was one of the knives you had prepared to stick into our backs, right?" Meng Hao said coolly. Then he released Jian Daozi's arm.
A bitter look appeared on Jian Daozi's face, as if he wanted to explain what had happened, but couldn't.
"You can continue to pretend as much as you want, but remember… don't provoke me!" Meng Hao said one word at a time, staring Jian Daozi in the eye.
"Ripping off your finger was just a warning. If you dare to provoke me again… I don't care who you have hidden here in the Windswept Realm, nor how many knives you've prepared… you will regret it." At this point, Meng Hao gave a slight smile.
To Jian Daozi, however, that smile was filled with something utterly terrifying, as if the person in front of him were a fiendish monster, someone he didn't dare to ever provoke. If he did, then… he had no idea what the consequences might be.
They didn't encounter anything unusual during the rest of their journey. Nor did Jian Daozi speak any further with Meng Hao. As they traveled along, Meng Hao continued to take in the sights, his expression tranquil.
As for the other cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm, they proceeded along quietly. After what had happened to the middle aged Demonic cultivator, their aggressive attitudes seemed to have been reined in, and they didn't impulsively try to grab any of the desirable things they saw along the way.
The Ninth Nation was not very large. After flying for about half a day, Bei Yu veered off toward the Immortal's cave she had selected. One by one, the other Demonic cultivators also left, and eventually Fan Dong'er and her young cultivator companion departed. Soon, a city appeared up ahead of Meng Hao.
It was a city of mortals, and was also the capital city of the Ninth Nation.
Behind the capital city, a mountain was just barely visible. The top half was capped in snow, and the bottom half was emerald green. Beneath the mountain was a lake, which was fed by a river that stretched off into the distance.
The lake was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest wave or ripple, revealing a perfect reflection of the sky.
Jian Daozi continued to accompany Meng Hao as he flew past the city and across the lake. Soon, he was directly in front of Mount Whiteseal.
As they neared, a frigid wind blew down from the mountain. It was currently summer, and the heat was oppressive, so the cold wind was incredibly refreshing. It was the kind of feeling that would cause people to instantly take a liking to this mountain that was half-covered in snow.
The feeling was reinforced by the white snow on the top half of the mountain, which formed a striking contrast with the emerald green bottom half. The thing that moved Meng Hao the most, though, was that as they neared, he could clearly sense the natural law and World Essence… growing stronger and more defined.
It was as if this mountain were the nucleus of the entire Ninth Nation, as if it was the source of all the natural law and Essence.
In addition, the mountain caused Meng Hao to feel a sensation similar to that which he had experienced from the Towers of Tang on Planet South Heaven.
It was the type of feeling that came from an object that had been the subject of worship for countless tens of thousands of years. It was an intangible energy, similar to that which came from burning incense. After congealing to a certain extent, it became the National Aura of the Ninth Nation, and eventually transformed… into a type of qi flow!
The qi flow of the Windswept Realm!
Meng Hao was becoming increasingly moved. His eyes gradually grew wider as he gazed up at the highest peaks of the mountain, from which he sensed some type of summoning.
The sensation slowly grew more and more intense, causing Meng Hao's heart to begin to pound. His blood began to surge through his veins, and soon he couldn't control the urge to head to the peak of the mountain and see what it was that was calling him.
Just when he was about to step forward, he stopped.
"Interesting. For some reason, I have the feeling that the purpose of the summons is to try to entice me to fly directly to the peak of the mountain…." After a moment of thought, he didn't do so, but rather, began to ascend the stone stairs which began at the very foot.
Behind him, Jian Daozi and the other old men noticed what he was doing, and exchanged shocked looks.
Mount Whiteseal was the most sacred location in all of the Ninth Nation, a Holy Mountain that many Immortals had visited in the past. Virtually all of them had chosen chose to fly directly to the top, whereas Meng Hao chose to walk up slowly from the bottom. It was extremely rare.
Actually, ascending the mountain from the very bottom would impart an even more profound sensation regarding the natural laws and Essences that were focused on this nucleus of the Ninth Nation, as well as the National Aura.
Meng Hao began to walk up the steps, taking his time. Sometimes he even stopped to relish the sensation of the natural laws on the mountain, and the omnipresent Essences. Furthermore, he was also able to sense… the so-called National Aura which had built up on the mountain because of the years of worship.
At one point, he stretched his right hand out into the air and made a grasping motion. "Is this… the Essence of wind?" he murmured.
Although he didn't know it, somewhere out in the Ninth Nation, a gale-force wind sprang up.
"The Essence of water…. And this is fire…. They're all incomplete…."
Time passed as he strolled his way upward. Soon it was night, and eventually the rising sun could be seen once again. Then it was noontime. It was at this point that he passed out of the emerald green portion of the mountain and entered the snow white area. Step by step, he went onward. He immersed himself in contemplation of the mountain, in enlightenment. He forgot about walking, forgot about even moving forward.
He wasn't aware of it, but as he proceeded along up the mountain, all of the lands of the Ninth Nation were shaking. Wind blew and rain fell. Lights flashed in the sky, and Spirit Springs erupted. Mountains vanished and then reappeared, and rivers changed course. The entire world was altered.
All of the changes occurred due to Meng Hao walking up the mountain and contemplating the world's natural laws. As he gained enlightenment of the Essences of Heaven and Earth, he made acquisitions which manifested as transformations in the Ninth Nation.
Back at the foot of the mountain, Jian Daozi and the others had long since begun to stare with wide eyes and slack jaws. Even more so than the other old men, Jian Daozi's eyes were now filled with profound anxiety. And what he was anxious about was clearly not Meng Hao.
In fact, Meng Hao wasn't even aware of the fact that he had already reached the peak of the mountain!
1. The name of this magic is actually also a chengyu, a Chinese idiom. The definition of the idiom itself is: to mislead the public with rumors, to delude the people with lies. In this case I'm pretty sure Er Gen just copied it because it has the word "demon" in it. The literal character-by-character translation would be "demon word delude crowd"
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Chapter 1093: His Name Shakes the Echelon!
Atop the snow-capped mountain peak, a frigid wind blew snowflakes onto Meng Hao's head. They quickly melted, taking with them some of the warmth inside of him. The resulting sensation was one of icy coldness.
The coldness caused Meng Hao's somewhat blank eyes to suddenly clear. As he regained his senses, the incredible transformations to the lands of the Ninth Nation ceased.
"The world has invisible natural laws…." he murmured.
"On top of natural law is the omnipresent power of Essence…. Understanding something's intrinsic qualities, and seeing its true origin, knowing EVERYTHING about it… that is its Essence." Although his journey from the bottom of the mountain to the top had seemed to go quickly, it truth, it had taken quite a bit of time.
That contradiction actually led him to significant enlightenment regarding Mount Whiteseal and the Ninth Nation. However, he still felt as if there were some areas he hadn't been able to probe. There was something about this mountain, this nation, and even this Realm, that was… incongruous.
It was as if there was a power of rejection, a power that, despite Meng Hao's observations of natural laws and Essence during his trip up the mountain, ensured that his understanding was merely superficial. Now that he thought back, he realized that there was nothing profound or important imprinted in his heart.
After a moment of thought, he looked around at the snowflakes covering his field of vision and drifting down onto his body.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow that quickly captured any snowflakes which landed on it. They lost any ability to dance or flutter, no matter how much the wind blew to pick them up.
However, no matter how much his vision was obscured by the snowflakes, he could still see that up ahead of him was… a statue.
It was a statue surrounded by swirling snow. It depicted a man, apparently middle-aged, with a slight smile on his face. He didn't seem powerful or solemn, but a sharp gleam could be seen in his eyes that appeared to be an admonishing expression. Anyone who caught sight of the statue would be inwardly shaken.
It was the kind of feeling a mortal would experience upon facing a wild beast.
It was as if this person's wrath could cause Heaven and Earth to crumble, could shake the world, could cause all living things to bow in worship. Meng Hao took a deep breath as he looked at the statue; it almost seemed to be looking back at him.
That simple gaze caused his mind to reel, sent his cultivation base into chaos, and caused his qi and blood to seethe. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward several paces, his face flickering.
"Just what Realm was this person in?" the thought. "It's only a statue, so it could only have a tiny percentage of the true self's power, and yet its divine will is shocking!
"Wait a second, that's not right. This feeling… is so familiar!" His eyes flashed as he looked up at the statue, and then a strange expression appeared in his eyes.
"I was called here by this statue….
"Furthermore, the power that injured me didn't come from the statue, but rather… the entire Ninth Nation!" His eyes glittered as he turned to look out at the entire Ninth Nation.
"That was… the power of the National Fate. The reason it feels so familiar is because this place is the same as the Tower of Tang!! Or perhaps it would be better to say that the power of the Ninth Nation's qi flow, when combined, allows this statue to radiate astonishing pressure!
"The Windswept Realm has nine nations, and each one… has a bit more than ten percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm!
"The reason I experienced that sensation of rejection is because… I'm not an entity of the Windswept Realm!
"Well, now that I'm here, there should be some method to get rid of the power of rejection, and attain the approval of the National Aura!" Meng Hao looked back at the statue, and his eyes came to focus on an almost undetectable mark on the back of its hand.
Without careful examination, it would be virtually impossible to clearly make out the mark. Meng Hao's eyes shone with determination as he formed his divine sense into a magical technique and shot it out toward the mark. However, the mark seemed impossible to break open, as if some type of seal were in place that would require several hours to break through. Meng Hao pondered silently, then suddenly performed an incantation gesture with his right hand and unleashed the Fifth Demon Sealing Hex.
By now, he was very familiar with the Fifth Hex, and had been able to detect that it was useful when dealing with seals. Reverse inside and outside. Consume and spit out. It could unbind all sorts of seals!
As Meng Hao unleashed the Hexing magic, Jian Daozi and the others at the foot of the mountain looked on with fixed gazes. Jian Daozi sighed inwardly, and an imperceptible flicker ran through his eyes. Although he was incapable of making any further cultivation base breakthroughs in this lifetime, he had been able to utilize a secret magic to extend his longevity for many, many years.
In fact, he had lived for so long that he had long since forgotten exactly how old he was. Furthermore, he would never be able to forget how Immortals trampled the inhabitants of the Windswept Realm beneath their feet, humiliating them. He would never be able to forget how it felt to be treated like a slave.
"Perhaps if I hadn't met THAT person… then I wouldn't have such feelings," he thought. "After all, the Windswept Realm is one of the Lower Realms of the Immortal World, and is a slave world." He bowed his head to cover the hatred and venom that flickered in his eyes.
Soon, vigilance took over, and he looked up. All such previous looks had disappeared from his eyes, which were now filled with what appeared to be mindless veneration for Immortals.
Actually, of the countless Immortals that he had encountered, none had given him the same feeling as Meng Hao. His vigilance intensified.
"His cultivation base is profound, he is extremely cunning, and he attacks with utter ruthlessness. He… is not the type of person to be dealt with easily. However, he will most likely fall into a trance here. And even if that doesn't happen… it doesn't matter how strong he is, it won't be long before the Windswept Realm's patience will be at an end, and it will completely explode!" Jian Daozi took a deep breath, and a brilliant light flashed in his eyes before they once again returned to their previous state. He slid his hands into their opposite sleeves, then stooped over low, making himself look inconspicuous and innocuous.
"There is no member of the Echelon who will understand the statue of the Imperial Lord at a single glance. Even though some of the people who come here are aware of its secrets, and each time they come the duration grows shorter, in the end, the fastest one will take at least six hours. This Meng Hao might be incredibly intelligent, with extraordinary enlightenment, but even he would need more time…." Inwardly, he was laughing coldly as he looked up at Meng Hao on top of the mountain. Then, his face suddenly flickered, and his eyes went wide with disbelief.
It wasn't just him. The old men behind him were staring with wide eyes, and panting.
In the moment that Meng Hao unleashed his Hexing magic on the sealing mark, he got the sensation that he was opening a door. His mind trembled, and the world shook. Countless natural laws exploded out of that door, as well as numerous Essences. They swept about, burying him, transforming into a tempest that raged in all directions.
The previously calm Ninth Nation was once again struck with incredible transformations. Mountain ranges rose and rivers changed their course. The incredible transformations caused an indescribable feeling to float up in the minds and hearts of all living creatures in the Ninth Nation.
Meng Hao's breath came in ragged pants as the tempest swirled around him. Numerous natural laws and Essences could be seen, but soon, his eyes glittered as he realized that many of them were duplicates. The glow of augury could be seen, and soon Meng Hao was able to determine… that there were only three thousand!
Among those three thousand, the number that weren't duplicates consisted of only… three hundred!
His eyes flickered as the tempest suddenly slowed down and began to converge in front of him in the form of a flame.
The flame danced down into the statue's hand, as if it were a lamp, a lamp held by the statue!
The dancing flame cast strange light onto the statue, and when that light touched Meng Hao, he suddenly felt the power of rejection fading significantly.
He gazed at the flame, within which could be seen three hundred natural laws and Essences. Unfortunately, they weren't complete, although that was the very reason that Meng Hao was able to sense them at all.
When he caught sight of those three hundred Essences, a voice suddenly boomed out like thunder in his mind.
"Three thousand Daos. Three thousand Realms. Nine Windswept Nations. Nine Nations with three hundred Daos each. They form the World Seal…. The final three hundred Daos are located in the central temple!
"Foreigners, the more great Daos you come to understand, the more enlightenment you receive, and the sooner the day shall come in which you achieve your Dao!"
The voice was profound, but Meng Hao had no time to think about it; the flame in the statue's hand suddenly caused him to sense… vibrations coming from his Nirvana Fruit.
Those vibrations were that of desire. Meng Hao suddenly had the powerful sense that… if he could gain enlightenment regarding those three hundred Essences, then he should be able to fully fuse with his second Nirvana Fruit!
In that same moment, a beam of light exploded out from the Windswept Realm's central temple. It shot screaming through the air, causing all cultivators in the world to stare at it with wide eyes.
It caused boundless ripples to spread out, filling the sky of the Windswept Realm, enabling everyone to see several illusory mountains, all of which had huge statues on them.
Apparently, this illusory world on display… representing unparalleled heights of glory!
Suddenly, one of the statues collapsed, sending a huge boom out in all directions. Even as it collapsed, it reformed, transforming into a new statue, a statue… of Meng Hao!
An austere voice echoed out into all minds, filling all hearts: "Meng Hao of the Ninth Nation has exceeded the previous record holder. He has materialized a statue of himself, and shall be rewarded with the qi flow of the Ninth Nation!"
"Impossible!" thought Jian Daozi, shaking. Behind him, the other old men stared with wide eyes.
As of this moment, the qi flow of the Ninth Nation seemed to fully accept Meng Hao. As it swirled around him, the power of rejection vanished completely. Panting, Meng Hao looked up into the sky.
At the same time, the other cultivators and Echelon members in the other nations were completely shaken.
In the Fourth Nation stood a handsome young man, who currently had a strange look in his eyes. Balling his hands into fists, he growled, "Meng Hao. Why does his name seem so familiar?"
In the First Nation, the incomparably proud number one member of the Echelon stood in front of a similar statue, which was also shining brightly. A ball of flame could also be seen in that statue's hand. Clearly… he had gained enlightenment mere moments after Meng Hao had.
After looking shocked for a moment, he said, "Faster than me… interesting. Well, even if he was notified about some of the secrets of this place, the enlightenment here can only be acquired by experiencing it over time."
A profound gleam appeared in his eyes, and he began to laugh. "I think this time I'll be able to add another precious item to my collection. Meng Hao of the Ninth Nation. He's from the Ninth Mountain and Sea, right? So, he must be the guy Xue'er is looking for?"
In the Eighth Nation was a young man surrounded by swirling bones. He suddenly looked in the direction of the Ninth Nation. "Meng Hao…. His surname is Meng!"
Other members of the Echelon were all similarly shocked, and for the first time, Meng Hao's name was imprinted into their hearts. They were all members of the Echelon, and were Chosen among Chosen. How could they easily back down from a challenge!?
The desire to fight rose up intensely in their hearts, inadvertently stirred up by Meng Hao.
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Chapter 1094: The War of the Nine Nations Begins
A massive wind surged up. It was as if the Windswept Realm was building up power, which could explode out at any moment.
Once that power erupted, the Nine Nations would be swept into war, a war between all cultivators. It heralded… the Echelon battles!
It would determine who was truly number one in the Echelon, who was the true peak power amongst them. To become an Echelon cultivator, one had to be a Chosen among Chosen in any given Mountain and Sea. They were people who could, based on their own cultivation base… challenge experts above their own level!
Blazing suns like that were people who wouldn't easily accept being inferior to others; they were people who strove to be the champion of their generation!
Actually… despite the fact that young man from the First Mountain and Sea was publicly acknowledged as the number one in the Echelon… how could the others fear him?!
The fighting would happen one way or another. Furthermore, in the Windswept Realm… this was a chance for all members of the Echelon in this generation… to experience their first true war!
The war began in the instant that Meng Hao stepped onto the mountain peak, and the light from the central temple shot into the sky, revealing the statues.
As of that moment, Meng Hao's name spread throughout all Nine Nations, and was fixed firmly into the minds of all the cultivators from the Nine Mountains and Seas, and all of the other members of the Echelon.
It was at this point that a figure could be seen speeding along through the Fifth Nation. It was a young woman, incredibly beautiful, although frowning slightly. Behind her were eight beams of light, doggedly pursuing her with deadly intent.
Each one of those pursuing figures was in the Ancient Realm. Furthermore, these people did not have less than five extinguished Soul Lamps; rather, they were so profound as to be unreadable!
That was supposed to be an impossibility in the Windswept Realm, and yet… it clearly wasn't!
The woman was none other than the successor of the Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite, Xue'er. As she sped along, she looked up and saw the light coming from the central temple. She saw the statues and the mountains up in the sky, and she saw Meng Hao. At long last, she also heard his name.
"Is it him…?" she thought. Despite being pursed the way she was, her eyes shone with a brilliant light, and she instantly committed Meng Hao's name to memory. Then, she continued to fly along, and her eight pursuers whistled after her as they tried to catch up.
Meanwhile, back on Mount Whiteseal in the Ninth Nation, Meng Hao took a deep breath and looked back down from the sky. The fire in the statue's hand cast light into his eyes, filling them with a strange flickering.
After a moment passed, he smiled.
"So, I broke the previous record…. I bet that really sets off the other Echelon Chosen. Well… GOOD!
"I don't care what other strange things there are in this Windswept Realm, or what Jian Daozi and his pals are scheming… they have nothing to do with me!
"I never imagined that I wouldn't even need to go to the central temple to find a method for fully absorbing my second Nirvana Fruit and… stepping into the Allheaven Immortal Realm!" Meng Hao took a deep breath. His heart burst with anticipation, and intense excitement filled him.
Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and sat down cross-legged. Next, he released Chu Yuyan from his bag of holding. After looking around for a moment, Chu Yuyan was clearly shaken. She could sense how different the Windswept Realm was, and without any further prompting from Meng Hao, she sat cross-legged and began to practice cultivation. Her focus was now breaking through into the Immortal Realm.
Meng Hao nodded silently, then sent out his divine sense into the flame. Instantly, he could detect the three hundred great Daos inside, the three hundred natural laws, the three hundred Essences!
He had the sudden premonition that the more Essences he came to understand, the easier it would be to absorb his second Nirvana Fruit.
"If one nation isn't enough, then it will have to be two. If all of the Nine Nations and their 2,700 Essences are insufficient, then I'll go to the central temple, and use 3,000 Great Dao Essences to fully absorb my second Nirvana Fruit!" He closed his eyes and fully poured his divine sense into the flame.
At the foot of the mountain, Jian Daozi's face flickered. Behind him, the other old men were staring reverently at Meng Hao. After a while, they began to disperse.
Time passed. A month went by in the blink of an eye. During that time, the Windswept Realm seemed peaceful and quiet. However, dark undercurrents swept about. Although fighting had not yet burst out between the ordinary cultivators, and the Echelon cultivators were still adapting themselves to the locale, the mortal armies of the Nine Nations had already begun to wage war.
The armies of the Nine Nations had long since prepared for this war, and now they began to march toward the center of the Windswept Realm… to the region of the central temple.
That area consisted of an enormous plain, at the very center of which was the temple, which was a restricted area. The grass on that plain was white, and the soil was black.
Also located on the central plain were nine towering pagodas. They were ancient and archaic, as if they had existed there for countless years.
Each one of the pagodas stood for one of the nations, around which the armies of the Nine Nations clustered. Each nation had millions of troops; added altogether, there were a total of nearly 10,000,000 soldiers on the battlefield.
Chaotic fighting instantly broke out. None of the nations allied with each other, ensuring a massive battle royale involving all nine of the nations.
Miserable screams rose up into the air, along with the cries of rage that came before death as countless soldiers were slaughtered. The blades and spears that they wielded seemed to indicate that their mission was to cover the black soil with blood until it turned purple.
Under the orders of their marshals and generals, the armies rapidly turned the entire area into a sea of blood.
There was no right or wrong in the fighting. No one questioned why it was happening. They simply fought an eternal battle, and sometimes, it seemed as if they weren't fighting for the right to live, but the right to die!
As the casualties piled up, the nine pagodas began to glow with the color of blood. Shockingly, the brightest glow was coming from the Third Nation, from which a pillar of blood-colored light rose up 300 meters into the air.
The blood-colored beams rising up from the other pagodas were all several dozen meters high. As for the Second Nation, the Sixth Nation, and the Ninth Nation, their blood-colored beams were only about thirty meters.
The only way to get those beams of light to climb higher… was to fight and kill!
The more enemies they killed, the higher the blood-colored beam would climb!
Almost in the same moment that the blood-colored beams rose up from the nine pagodas, the Echelon cultivators on the various National Aura mountains throughout the Nine Nations all felt the qi flow and the speed of their enlightenment changing.
In the Third Nation in particular, the qi flow surged up, such that it seemed as if those who were there were receiving the aid of a divine blessing in terms of gaining enlightenment.
There were transformations in the other mountains as well. In the Second, Sixth and Ninth Nations, the National Aura was out of balance, causing the mountains to tremble. Apparently, the contemplation of enlightenment there was unstable, as if something were obstructing it.
The National Aura scattered, causing pressure to weigh down on the nations. The mortals could only vaguely sense it, but to the cultivators, it was very obvious.
That was especially true of the cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm, who were far more sensitive to it. Fan Dong'er, Bei Yu, and the other Demonic cultivators could all sense the incredible pressure, and their faces flickered as they looked off into the distance.
The pressure rapidly increased, weighing down over them like a sword. It was a very uncomfortable feeling that, if it went on for too long, would significantly restrict their cultivation bases.
Meng Hao's eyes flashed as he emerged from contemplation. Moments ago, he had failed in his enlightenment; not only was the task more difficult, much of the qi flow on the mountain had scattered. In addition, some of the defensive mechanisms built into the mountain had been weakened.
"Why is this happening…?" he thought, frowning. He quickly realized that he simply didn't understand enough about the Windswept Realm. He rose to his feet and looked out in the direction of the central temple.
Although it was quite a distance away, he could sense it, and knew that the armies of the various nations were engaged in bitter fighting. He could also sense the rising columns of blood-colored light.
After observing for a moment, he spent a moment in thought, and suddenly reached a new conclusion.
"The mortals' war can influence the qi flow. The more people are killed, the stronger the National Aura will get. Conversely, if the mortal army of the nation is weakened… then the National Aura protecting the mountain will be influenced, as well as making it more difficult for me to gain enlightenment!"
Meng Hao's eyes flickered as they narrowed.
"But I didn't give any orders for the Ninth Nation to send its army into battle….
"Well, no matter what, if they're defeated on the battlefield outside of the central temple, not only will it influence the speed of my enlightenment, the defenses formed by the National Aura will also be weakened, or even disappear. If that happens… then the dangers of having the sealing mark stolen will be increased!
"Perhaps that is the whole purpose of this trial by fire?" After a moment of thought, he understood why the Mountains and Seas sent nine people. The other eight were most likely intended to be sent into battle. Although they couldn't be used to kill mortals, they possessed many, many other methods that could let them influence the tide of battle.
"It seems I need to send some people to help with the battle. Unfortunately, I can't go myself…." He frowned, then spent another moment to confirm his line of thinking. He couldn't even leave Mount Whiteseal; once the process of contemplating enlightenment was begun, it could not be paused. In order to stop, he needed to be enlightened regarding at least 100 Essences.
Currently, he had only been enlightened regarding a bit more than 80 Essences. It wouldn't be long before he reached 100.
After a moment of thought, he reached up and sliced a cut into his forehead, causing a drop of blood to fly out.
He waved a finger, sending some divine will into the drop of blood, which then expanded rapidly, transforming into an almost exact duplicate of Meng Hao
"It's too bad I still haven't figured out how to repair my True Self Dao clone. The only thing I can do now is make divine will incarnation clones like this." Sighing, he closed his eyes and sent some divine sense out to continue contemplating enlightenment of the World Essence and the great Daos. As for the divine will incarnation, he turned his head and transformed into a beam of light that shot off Mount Whiteseal and into the sky.
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Chapter 1095: Loathing Meng Hao!
The incarnation didn't head to the battlefield, as it didn't possess very much battle prowess; it would dissipate after a relatively short period of time. Instead, it headed to the Immortal's caves occupied by other cultivators from the Ninth Mountain and Sea.
Similar scenes were playing out in the other nations, most notably in the First Nation, where four beams of light sped toward the central battlefield.
Clearly, the Echelon cultivators had all realized that the mortals' war was extremely important!
Losses would result in the scattering of the National Aura, and a weakening of the defenses. If the defenses were removed… they would be in extreme danger!
In one particular mountain range in the Ninth Nation was a valley that looked like an Immortal utopia. Cultivators clustered about inside and outside the valley, staring in deathly silence at a middle-aged cultivator up ahead.
It was one of the Demonic cultivators from the Ninth Sea, who was currently reclining on a divan, surrounded by dancing female cultivators. Beautiful music drifted through the air, accompanied by birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. The entire scene was lovely.
The Demonic cultivator sighed deeply as he looked around. He still wasn't used to the situation; during the last month everyone he had encountered had looked at him with both fear and fanatical reverence.
A single word from him could cause people to commit suicide. A single glance would cause any beautiful female cultivator he saw to approach seductively and cater to his every desire. If he got irritated, everyone trembled in fear. It was as if he were the will of Heaven, and he was completely lost within that feeling.
He had never experienced anything like this back in the Ninth Sea, nor could he ever have imagined anything like it. There were simply too many people who were more powerful than he was.
Even if he went to some remote location, perhaps he could enjoy a life like this temporarily, but someone stronger than him would eventually come along and take it all away, and then his life would return to how it usually was.
But the Windswept Realm was different, leading to a completely different mental state.
Granted, there had been some incredible pressure just now. Plus, he was a disciple of the Nine Seas God World, and understood that he had a mission in this place. However, he just couldn't hold back from indulging in the pleasures of the Windswept Realm.
As he thought about this he reached up and slowly ran his finger down the cheek of one of the beautiful women. When he saw the awe in her eyes, the Demonic cultivator laughed loudly, and was just about to say something when, all of a sudden, his face fell. He looked up and saw a beam of light flying toward him through midair, which then transformed into Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao!" The Demonic cultivator's eyes widened, and he rose to his feet, instantly on guard. Then he realized it was nothing more than an incarnation. Of course, despite being only an incarnation, it was still Meng Hao.
"Go to the central temple battlefield immediately," Meng Hao said. That simple sentence caused the Demonic cultivator's face to distort with rage.
"You don't have the right to order me around!"
"Maybe not, but I'm strong enough to kill you," Meng Hao responded coolly. His words were filled with infinite coldness. He might be only a weak incarnation that couldn't do anything to the Demonic cultivator, and yet his words were filled an inarguable murderous aura. "Go. That is your mission in this place. It doesn't matter what pleasures you've enjoyed or how much you've fallen in love with them, if you forget your mission, then there's no reason for me to keep you alive."
With that, Meng Hao spun and shot off into the distance.
The Demonic cultivator stood there silently for a moment, then threw his head back and roared. He might be furious, but he had no choice other than to comply. He flew up into the air, waved a hand, causing clouds and mist to surround him, and headed straight for the central battlefield.
Meng Hao wasn't worried that the Demonic cultivator might refuse to go. He was not the first person Meng Hao had approached, but rather, the second. The first Demonic cultivator had also erupted into a fury, but in the end, was too terrified to refuse. The second Demonic cultivator reacted in the same way as the first one had. In their own little worlds, they were like emperors, with complete authority over everything. After only a month of living like that, they had almost become lost in their own fantasies. It was something that Meng Hao found extremely frightening. In his opinion, cultivators, even Demonic cultivators, should not have allowed their mindset to be influenced in such a way in the space of just a month.
There were many things from the outside world that were the complete opposite here, and yet, it was happening within an unreasonably short period of time.
It was almost as if there were some bizarre power in the Windswept Realm that amplified one's desires by multiple orders of magnitude, making them more intense and pronounced.
"Have I been influenced as well?" he asked himself, but had no answer. With a flash, he sped toward the location of the next Demonic cultivator.
His destination was a small city, within which was a blacksmith shop. A burly man was there, bare-chested, and the clang of metal striking metal could be heard as he worked with iron. He occasionally pulled a piece of iron from a furnace, examined it, then began to strike it with a hammer.
The weather was oppressively hot, ensuring that not many people were out in the streets. When Meng Hao appeared, a tremor ran through the burly man's body, and he looked up and chuckled wryly.
This man was none other than the extremely devious and cunning burly body cultivator from the Demonic Cultivator Horde that Meng Hao had exchanged blows with.
"You didn't have to come personally," the man said. "I know what my mission is. Once I finish with this sword, I'll be on my way." The man lifted up the bright red strip of metal he had been working with, then shoved it into cold water. Hissing sounds and steam rose up, and after a moment, he pulled the metal back out. It was a blade, riddled with tiny holes, yet overflowing with a murderous aura.
"You're different from all the others," Meng Hao said coolly. He looked around at the blacksmith shop, which appeared to be completely ordinary, without the slightest bit of extravagance to be seen. From what he could tell, the inhabitants of the city had no idea that this burly man was actually an Immortal.
"My desires are unique," the man said, "and unusually strong. Because of that, they are hard to fulfill." After a moment of thought, the man tossed the huge blade into his bag of holding, grinned at Meng Hao, and then walked out of the shop.
For some reason, the man's style seemed to be very different from before, causing Meng Hao to stare at him for a moment.
"I hope you stay this way," he said suddenly.
"That's the plan," was the reply. The burly man laughed loudly, then flew into the air. He quickly disappeared over the horizon. Meng Hao's eyes glittered, then he turned and vanished, to reappear directly in front of the man.
Although it had seemed that the man flew off toward the central battlefield, he actually ended up fleeing in the opposite direction. As soon as he saw Meng Hao blocking his way, he laughed heartily.
"Oops, I took a wrong turn! My mistake!" he said. Then he turned and headed toward the central battlefield.
Meng Hao watched him disappear. After a moment of thought, he looked back at the blacksmith shop for a moment, then left. He didn't force anyone else to fight. Instead, he merely inspected the Immortal's caves of the other cultivators in the Ninth Nation.
His incarnation was slowly fading away, and perhaps because of that, it was becoming more and more difficult for anyone to detect him.
He saw Bei Yu, surrounded by a sea of flowers. There were also countless cultivators and mortals who were tending to the flowers like gardeners, while Bei Yu practiced cultivation in the middle. Although the entire scene seemed harmless at first, Meng Hao was able to see that the seeds of desire were slowly taking root within her.
He found Fan Dong'er, whose situation was quite unique. Not a single person could be found in her vicinity, and in fact, she had placed herself in secluded meditation, choosing to have no contact whatsoever with the outside world.
He stood outside her Immortal's cave for quite some time, watching thoughtfully. Eventually he left.
Just before his incarnation faded away, he found the only other human cultivator besides Fan Dong'er, the young man from the Nine Seas God World. In general, he appeared to be refined and even scholarly, and yet the world he had created was like a scene from hell.
The mortals there trembled, and the cultivators were in terror as they excavated Immortal Jade out of an enormous mine!
When Meng Hao saw the Immortal jade, his mind trembled slightly, and he began to pant. It was as if some enormous power had surfaced in his mind, urging him to instantly slaughter the young cultivator and take all of the Immortal jade for himself.
The impulse rose up without any warning, and was so strong that Meng Hao's eyes were instantly shot with blood. His cultivation base surged, and he waved his hand, causing incredible pressure to weigh down on all life forms in the area. Their minds reeled, and a bellow of rage could be heard as the young cultivator suddenly flew up into the air.
"Meng Hao, what are you doing!?!?" he roared. Meng Hao's incarnation suddenly collapsed into pieces, transforming into nothing more than ash. It wasn't something done intentionally; rather, the incarnation had reached its limit, and the surge of Meng Hao's cultivation base had caused any remaining life force it had to vanish.
The young man stared in shock for a moment, and then his face darkened. He looked in the direction of Mount Whiteseal and snorted coldly before floating back down to the ground.
Back on Mount Whiteseal, Meng Hao was seated cross-legged next to the statue. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face went pale. He opened his eyes, and a shocked expression could be seen on his face.
He immediately performed a double-handed incantation gesture to ensure that his contemplation of enlightenment was not interrupted. If a backlash during the process of contemplating enlightenment of Essence did not destroy him in body and soul, it would still shatter his cultivation base.
Enlightenment like this could not be interrupted; complete focus was required.
"It's like I wasn't under control of myself!!" he thought, shaken. "As soon as I saw that Immortal jade, the impulse I felt was too strong. It was… indescribable. Most terrifying of all was that in that moment, I didn't even have the inclination to fight back against it." He took a deep breath, suddenly aware of how truly mysterious the Windswept Realm was. Furthermore, he had the feeling that he was probably being influenced in certain ways that he wasn't even aware of, perhaps from the moment he had arrived in the Windswept Realm.
His heart had grown colder than it usually was, and the thought of that… caused him to tremble.
"Desires are amplified…. Thankfully, that was an incarnation, and it ended up self-destructing. If it had been my true form…." He could only imagine what would have happened in that case.
After a moment of silence, he once again immersed himself in contemplation. However, the vigilance in his heart remained at a peak.
Back on the mortal battlefield in the central district, the three Demonic cultivators had joined the fray, easing some of the tension. However, it didn't take long before cultivators from the other nations arrived, and the fighting grew more chaotic. The Ninth Nation was having trouble mustering its National Aura, causing them to suffer more defeats. In fact, of all the blood-colored beams, theirs was the lowest.
It was at this point… that the gaunt youth in the Eighth Nation, the one surrounded by bones, suddenly stood up. He was the first one to gain complete enlightenment of 100 Essences.
Furthermore, he ceased any continued efforts at gaining enlightenment, and turned toward the Ninth Nation, his killing intent rising high.
"Meng Hao. Surnamed Meng…. That's the family name I hate more than any other!" With that, a flash could be seen as he shot toward the Ninth Nation, killing intent seething.
"Either way, you'll be the first to die. I'll take your sealing mark, and cut you down! I, Han Qinglei, will get the glory for slaughtering someone else in the Echelon!" 1
1. Han Qinglei's name in Chinese is 韩青雷 hán qīng léi. Han is a common surname. Qing is a color, which could be blue, green, cyan, azure or even black. Lei means "thunder" or "lightning"
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Chapter 1096: Han Qinglei!
When Han Qinglei, the Echelon cultivator from the Eighth Mountain, gained enlightenment of 100 Essences, a bright beam of light rose up from the temple in the middle of the crowded central battlefield with its millions of soldiers.
Colors flashed in the sky, and once again, the images of mountains and statues appeared up above. This time, another of the statues collapsed, to be replaced by the image of Han Qinglei.
"Han Qinglei of the Eighth Nation has broken the previous record, gaining enlightenment of 100 Essences, and shall be rewarded with a blessing of qi flow!"
As the ancient voice echoed out, red light erupted up from the Eighth Nation's pagoda. It exceeded 300 meters and rapidly approached 450 meters. At the same time, the Eighth Nation's qi flow increased, ensuring that the Mountain of National Aura's defenses were increased to a terrifying degree.
Currently, the cultivators from the other nations were shaken. All eyes turned toward the Eighth Nation as Han Qinglei's name became the second to rock the entire Windswept Realm!
Meanwhile, near the central temple, the red light shining from the Ninth Nation's pagoda was growing increasingly weak. The overall strength of the Ninth Nation was weakening, and Mount Whiteseal's defenses were substantially reduced.
Meng Hao's contemplation of enlightenment was going worse than ever, and he was incapable of stopping. He was now on his 98th Essence, and the enlightenment was slow in coming. All the while, he had to be very wary of the powerful influence of the Windswept Realm itself, which tried to incite his desires and lead him astray.
As the qi flow of the Ninth Nation faded, the influence of the Windswept Realm increased. Fan Dong'er and the others could sense this. Most importantly, the desires in their hearts grew more intense. If they couldn't understand the reason behind it, they would merely grow more frenzied, more lost. However, those who eventually reached an understanding of what was happening were terrified.
That was especially true of Fan Dong'er. She coughed up a mouthful of blood in the middle of her Immortal's cave, and her face revealed traces of panic. She had been the first among the group to sense the massive change in her inward desires, which was why she had chosen to go into secluded meditation in an attempt to gain control. As of this moment, however, the opposite was happening; she was on the verge of losing control.
As for Bei Yu, she sat in the middle of the sea of flowers, seemingly completely entranced. From the look of it, her entire body was in the process of merging into the sea of flowers, as if she herself were turning into a blossom among the sea of flowers!
At the same time, a bright beam containing countless bones shot through the air above the Eighth Nation at top speed. A day later, it reached the border between the Eighth and Ninth Nations. Without the slightest hesitation, Han Qinglei shot across the border, laughing maniacally as he burst into the Ninth Nation.
He wore a black robe, and was very gaunt; the murderous aura which surrounded him erupted explosively.
In almost the exact moment that he entered the Ninth Nation, Mount Whiteseal shook violently, and the defensive pressure of the Ninth Nation increased dramatically.
However, such pressure did nothing to Han Qinglei. Laughing uproariously, he shot out over the lands, a bright beam of light surrounded by innumerable illusory white bones. Shrill screams could be heard echoing out from the bones as he sped forward; the sky dimmed and winds swirled.
Black clouds spread out across the skies of the Ninth Nation, and all the lands were cast into shadow.
The murderous aura which erupted off of Han Qinglei was like a tempest as he shot toward Meng Hao!
As he passed along, the earth quaked, and all cultivators and living creatures in the Ninth Nation shook. From their perspective, the previously bright and sunny day had instantly turned as dark as night.
"Meng Hao, you're DEAD!" he shouted, his voice echoing out as he increased his speed. He was like a lightning bolt that rapidly drew closer to Mount Whiteseal.
As he neared, the Ninth Nation's National Aura dissipated even more rapidly, and the pressure grew more intense. Fan Dong'er once again coughed up a mouthful of blood, and suddenly looked off into the distance.
"What's happening? What caused the influence to increase so much, and so quickly?!" She gritted her teeth and flew out of her Immortal's cave. When she looked up into the air, her face flickered as she saw the roiling black clouds off in the distance.
Inside of those black clouds were countless bones, speeding toward the capital city, and the Ninth Nation's Mountain of National Aura, Mount Whiteseal!
Fan Dong'er wasn't the only shocked one. Bei Yu sat in the sea of flowers, an expression of struggle on her face. She forced her eyes open, and a tremor ran through her as she looked around. Then she started to struggle even harder.
In another area, in the Immortal jade mine, mad laughter rang out. It was a laughter of satisfaction and joy as the young cultivator from the Nine Seas God World was completely lost inside of himself. As he looked around, all he saw was endless Immortal jade.
"Wealth like this will make my cultivation base vastly more powerful!!"
As for the burly body cultivator and the other Demonic cultivators on the central temple battlefield, all of them were shaken inwardly, and their desires stirred to mad heights.
Heaven wished them dead, but first, it would drive them mad! 1
In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the roiling black clouds sped from the border of the Ninth Nation all the way to Mount Whiteseal. The clouds acted like flesh, and the countless bones formed together into what looked like real bone structures. The entire thing transformed into a huge black fist!
It was fully 300 meters wide, shooting down from the sky toward Mount Whiteseal in a deadly strike!
"Time to die, Meng Hao!" he howled, voice sinister and full of killing intent. Everything shook as the fist descended toward the mountaintop, and Meng Hao, sitting there cross-legged by the statue.
By this point, Meng Hao had just gained enlightenment of the 99th Essence, and was very close to completing the entire process of the first stage. All he needed was one more Essence, and yet, because of the fading of the Ninth Nation's National Aura, the enlightenment was very difficult and slow in the coming.
Rumbling could be heard as the fist smashed down toward Mount Whiteseal. All of a sudden, the statue began to glow, sending out a protective shield that covered the entire mountain, Meng Hao included.
The huge pitch-black fist slammed into the shield, causing a deafening boom to echo out. Colors flashed, and the lands trembled. Intense ripples spread out, along with cracking sounds, as a huge crack appeared in the shield. It quickly repaired itself, but based on the speed with which it did so, it was obvious that the shield would only hold out for so long.
The fist shattered into fragments, but it was, after all, just formed from clouds and some bones. Han Qinglei appeared, then transformed into a black bolt of lightning which smashed into the shield.
"OPEN UP!!" he roared. Although he was gaunt, he radiated terrifying energy. His cultivation base was only in the Immortal Realm, but he was capable of rocking the Ancient Realm!
An intense power radiated out from him… causing countless bolts of lightning to spring up. Shockingly, they rapidly transformed into nine Lightning Dragons.
Mount Whiteseal shook, but Meng Hao remained there with his eyes closed tightly. He could not halt his enlightenment before it was complete, and he was focusing his mind in an attempt to speed it up as much as possible.
"Give up!" Han Qinglei roared. "You'll die today, and the Ninth Nation's World Seal will be mine! I'm also going to wipe out your Echelon qualifications!
"I, Han Qinglei, was the first to reach a full 100 Essences! I can kill anybody, but the main reason I'm picking you is because you're surnamed Meng!
"After you die, remember to tell your ancestors that the person who killed you was Qinglei of the Han Clan!"
It was at this point that, all of a sudden, Fan Dong'er appeared in midair. Killing intent swirled in her eyes, and the wave of her hand caused numerous imprints of magical items to appear on her body.They rapidly expanded, as the hundreds of magical symbols grew to the size of a small mountain.
The sight was monumentally shocking.
Fan Dong'er had no choice but to show up. She knew that if she didn't, and the attack against Mount Whiteseal succeeded, the World Seal would be taken away. The result would be that she could no longer resist the influence of the Windswept Realm without any National Aura.
She could also see that Meng Hao was at a critical juncture, and wouldn't be able to do anything, so she had no choice but to interfere, for her own sake.
"If I can just buy enough time, Meng Hao will come out eventually. This guy might be powerful, and might be in the Echelon, but Meng Hao is too!" Gritting her teeth, Fan Dong'er closed in and attacked Han Qinglei.
Han Qinglei's eyes flashed as he caught sight of Fan Dong'er, and he smiled.
"You think a bit too much of yourself," he said, his voice booming like thunder. "I think I need to show you why people like you… don't even qualify to fight the Echelon!" He waved his right index finger, sending four roaring Lightning Dragons toward Fan Dong'er.
Simultaneously, rumbling sounds could be heard as Bei Yu, no longer in the middle of the sea of flowers, also closed in at high speed. One of her eyes was confused and vacant, but the other was clear, and even before she was close, she shouted out, causing invisible divine sense power to coalesce into a needle, which stabbed viciously toward Han Qinglei.
Han Qinglei's face flickered, and he waved his left hand, sending four more Lightning Dragons charging out. The fifth, he caused to self-detonate, borrowing the explosive power to fight back against the power of Bei Yu's divine sense.
"How amusing. Two beauties have teamed up to fight me. I almost don't have the heart to say so, but I can tell you that I look forward to flaying the two of you alive and revealing your true beauty; your white bones. How entrancing that will be!" Han Qinglei's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and he licked his lips. Suddenly, a flash could be seen as he… transformed into three people!
One was his true form, the other two were clones!
All three licked their lips simultaneously. One attacked the shield, and the other two split up to handle Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu respectively. As explosions filled the air, expressions of disbelief appeared on the faces of Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu. Despite the fact that they were both fighting mere clones of Han Qinglei, to the two of them, it felt like they were fighting someone… vastly more powerful than them!
"Is everyone in the Echelon this strong….?" thought Fan Dong'er. Shaken, she looked over at Meng Hao sitting there cross-legged in meditation.
"Hurry it up, Meng Hao!!"
1. This quote "Heaven wished them dead, but first, it would drive them mad!" is very similar to a quote from western literature. However, after a bit of research, it seems to actually be a reference to something said by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. None of this is really relevant to the plot of ISSTH, but since I did all the research I figured I would share the results
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Chapter 1097: Valiant!
Han Qinglei, Echelon cultivator from the Eighth Mountain, was so powerful that Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu were both completely shaken. To them, any person who could rock the Ancient Realm while being in the Immortal Realm well-deserved to be referred to as a blazing sun.
As far as Fan Dong'er was concerned, Meng Hao was actually more powerful than those blazing suns. But now that she had met Han Qinglei, she had to admit that he was terrifyingly powerful.
The sensation she had experienced when fighting Meng Hao had now appeared for a second time.
"Are Echelon cultivators powerful… because they're in the Echelon, or is it… their power that earns them a place there!?" Fan Dong'er couldn't quite accept it. She was the Divine Daughter of the Nine Seas God World and before meeting Meng Hao, she had viewed herself as being above all others, the center of all attention. However, Meng Hao's appearance on the scene had changed everything.
Even now, she could remember the first time she had met Meng Hao back on Planet South Heaven. Back then, he hadn't been as terrifying as he was now. Furthermore, the speed with which he had risen to prominence made the entire situation difficult to accept. Before she could even come to terms with it, he was already far ahead of everyone else. Wherever he went, he became a huge mountain blocking the paths of everyone else.
A boom rang out, and blood oozed out of Fan Dong'er's mouth. She fell back at top speed, waving her hand to cause numerous sealing marks to appear. They merged together in front of her to transform into a magic bottle, which then shot toward Han Qinglei's hideously grinning clone.
Han Qinglei's clone laughed coldly and performed an incantation gesture with his right hand. Instantly, a flower of white bones materialized. It spun through the air, radiating a white light as it slammed into the magic bottle. Massive rumbling could be heard as Han Qinglei shot forward. As he extended his hand, the flesh and blood suddenly transformed into bleached bones. He touched Fan Dong'er's forehead and a boom rattled out. Blood sprayed out of her mouth, and she went pale white as freezing cold spread through her. Her vision swam, and a sensation of crisis welled up. Suddenly the air behind her shattered, and a female corpse appeared. Fan Dong'er had kept the corpse hidden up to now, but because the blow had sent her mind into chaos, she could do so no longer. Immediately, an aura of death exploded out, completely astonishing Han Qinglei. Being the cautious person that he was, he immediately fell back.
In that same instant, the space he had just occupied was inundated by countless black strands of hair, which then exploded out in all directions.
"Interesting," the clone said, smiling. "It seems I'll need to take things a bit more seriously." Off to the side, his second clone was steadily forcing Bei Yu backward.
Bei Yu's divine abilities and magical techniques caused rumbling sounds to fill the air. Her divine sense magical art sent innumerable invisible needles stabbing forward in attack. However, the mere wave of a hand by Han Qinglei's clone caused a suit of bone armor to appear. He allowed the divine sense to strike him, and it did nothing. Then, the bone-armored clone stretched out both hands, and his fingertips turned into sharp claws which he waved through the air like the weapons of a celestial warrior. Instantly, Bei Yu was put into a very dangerous position.
Meanwhile, Han Qinglei's true form was performing numerous incantation gestures to unleash all sorts of divine abilities. Bright, multicolored lights slammed into the protective shield, causing it to twist and warp. Cracking sounds could be heard, and more fissures spread out.
Meng Hao continued to sit there cross-legged beneath the statue. He was currently contemplating the final Essence, and at the same time, was feeling extremely anxious. However, there was nothing he could do but focus all of his power and energy on the enlightenment.
All of a sudden, Han Qinglei and his two clones suddenly stopped in place and fell back. All three figures then flew toward each other and, instead of merging together, smiled viciously and then levied palm strikes against each other's chests!
At the same time, the three figures cried out: "Three Body Dao!" At the same time, an unbelievably powerful sound like a crack of thunder rang out.
After striking each other with their palms, the three figures' cultivation bases rocketed up, and their battle prowess increased dramatically! In fact, in this state… they were apparently more powerful than Han Qinglei when he was not split into three!
"Bone Tomb Magic!" The three figures split apart and shot toward Fan Dong'er, Bei Yu, and Mount Whiteseal's shield, bursting with incredible energy.
They moved so fast that they looked like black arrows, and in the blink of an eye, one of the figures was in front of Fan Dong'er. He waved his hand, causing countless white bones to descend, which then transformed into the shape of a tomb, with Fan Dong'er stuck in the middle.
A similar bone tomb appeared around Bei Yu, and another one descended toward Mount Whiteseal.
The three Han Qingleis all cried out together: "Three Body Dao! Bone Tomb Magic! Slaughter By Time!" Their voices echoed out, seemingly ancient and filled with the aura of Time.
The three bone tombs rumbled as they began to spin. Shockingly, bone headstones appeared on top of each of them, upon which shapes began to form, as if images of Bei Yu, Fan Dong'er, and Mount Whiteseal were being etched on their surfaces!
The image of Bei Yu was the first to be completed. A miserable shriek rang out, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Instantly, her body began to wither, and she seemed to be crumbling under intense pressure. She was incapable of escaping, trapped in the pressure of the bone tomb as it pushed her down toward the surface of the ground.
It was… turning into a real tomb!
Inside the tomb, Bei Yu was ashen, losing consciousness, her body rapidly aging as her life force was sucked away.
Fan Dong'er struggled to fight back, but she was no match. Despite the boundless will of death from the female corpse, she couldn't fight back against the pressure. Rumbling could be heard as Fan Dong'er was forced down toward the ground, crushed by the bone tomb. Her life force slowly began to flow away, and she began to age.
"Meng Hao!!" she cried urgently, and yet, her cry was quickly cut short.
At the same time, the third bone tomb was crushing down onto Mount Whiteseal's protective shield. Because of the losing battle on the central battlefield, the shield had been greatly weakened, and so under this attack the already-fractured shield instantly fell to pieces and was destroyed.
Fan Dong'er was being crushed. Bei Yu had lost consciousness. Mount Whiteseal's shield exploded. From all of these, it was possible to see exactly how powerful Han Qinglei was, and also, how strong Echelon cultivators were!
Each and every member of the Echelon was an incredibly powerful expert, someone who was above all other blazing suns. Furthermore, the only people of their generation who qualified to fight Echelon cultivators… were other Echelon cultivators!!
"Alright, Meng Hao, let's see how you fight back this time! Killing you like this might be a bit of a bore, but considering that you're surnamed Meng, even if you aren't connected to the Meng Clan, I'm elated to have the chance to slaughter you!" Han Qinglei laughed uproariously, and killing intent roiled up from his three bodies. As Mount Whiteseal's shield shattered, he instantly pounced down toward Meng Hao!
However, in almost the exact moment that he closed in, Meng Hao's right hand slapped down onto his bag of holding. Then, he waved his hand, sending numerous black pods flying out, his eyes tightly shut the entire time.
Magic Pod Soldiers!
Popping sounds could be heard as the black pods transformed into vicious imps, who screeched as they opened their mouths to reveal long, sharp teeth. There were a total of fifty blackpod imps, and as soon as they appeared on the scene, they shot toward Han Qinglei's three bodies.
"That's all you've got?!" Han Qinglei laughed coldly. Despite his words, he was inwardly vigilant. He had in no way underestimated Meng Hao, as he knew that weaklings would never be able to get into the Echelon.
Although he wasn't sure what exactly was so special about these blackpod imps, the fact that Meng Hao had unleashed them at such a critical point in the battle led Han Qinglei to believe that they were not something to be taken lightly. On the surface, he seemed to be acting rashly, but it was actually his clone that shot forward first, while his true form held back.
The fifty blackpod imps screamed as they shot through the air toward the clone. A boom could be heard as more than thirty were sent tumbling away, although they didn't seem to have received very serious injuries.
Han Qinglei was instantly shocked, and his eyes widened. As for the dozen or blackpod imps that remained on the clone, they opened their mouths wide and began to chew into it.
Han Qinglei snorted, allowing the clone to block the blackpod imps as his true form and his other clone closed in on Meng Hao.
"Those blackpod imps are pretty impressive, Meng Hao. After I kill you, I'll collect them up as souvenirs!" Han Qinglei and his clone increased their speed as they charged toward Meng Hao.
A tremor ran through Meng Hao. He was at a critical juncture, and was just a sliver away from achieving complete enlightenment. Han Qinglei wasn't giving him enough time! It was at this point that Meng Hao suddenly heard a deep growl, as if something which had long since been sleeping in his bag of holding were finally beginning to wake up.
It was a very familiar feeling, and after a moment of considering, Meng Hao realized that it was… the aura of his Blood Mastiff!
"Is the mastiff going to wake up?!" he thought, his mind spinning. However, what appeared was not the mastiff. Instead, as his bag of holding opened up, an archaic voice echoed out, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.
"Yo! This mountain belongs to Lord Fifth, the Heavens belong to Lord Fifth, the Earth belongs to Lord Fifth, and this little Haowie is also Lord Fifth's! Lord Fifth has appeared! Are ya scared?!" The parrot flew out in between Meng Hao and Han Qinglei, one wing flapping madly in place, the other pointing out accusingly at Han Qinglei.
On the parrot's ankle was a bell, upon which the face of the meat jelly appeared, which proceeded to yell in an attempt to sound archaic as well. "That's right! This mountain belongs to Lord Third too, the Heavens belong to Lord Third, and the Earth also belongs to Lord Third. Haowie is also Lord Third's. Are ya scared?! Well, are ya?!"
"Screw off!" said Han Qinglei, smiling coldly. The killing intent in his eyes exploded to incredible heights. Everything shook, a massive wind kicked up, and the darkness intensified. A huge hand appeared, formed of countless bones and filled with a frigid wind. Surrounded by a sea of bones, it shot forward.
The parrot immediately flew forward and slammed into the sea of bones. The result was that several of its remaining feathers, which were already sparse, were knocked off of its body. It watched the feathers floating down toward the ground, and began to tremble. Finally, it threw its head back and let out an unprecedentedly bloodcurdling howl.
"Dammit! DAMMIT!" the parrot raged. "Y-y-you… you actually knocked some of Lord Fifth's feathers off! AAAAGGGHHHHHH! My feathers! AAAAAGHHHHHHH! My beautiful feathers! That's how I attract lovers…. I'm ruined, I can't handle this! I'm gonna flip my lid! This is beyond ridiculous!!
"Summon the seafood! Seafood dishes, ASSEMBLE!"
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Chapter 1098: Blades Clash!
The parrot was infuriated. It didn't have too many feathers to begin with, and it believed every single one of them to be very precious. They might all be different colors, but that didn't make them any less valuable. Together, they represented the parrot's ability to attract other luxuriantly furred and feathered beasts.
But now some of those feathers had been knocked off, which to the parrot, was the same as being disfigured!
It was sure that lacking those feathers would result in the scorn and mockery of any furred or feathered beasts it met in the future. Therefore, its rage surged into the Heavens.
In response to its roar, Han Qinglei frowned, but didn't pause for a moment in his charge toward Meng Hao. However, all of a sudden, numerous black beams of light shot out behind the parrot. In the blink of an eye, a large group of Demonic cultivators had appeared.
These Demonic cultivators were not in human form. Instead, they looked like an assortment of seafood. There were shells, shrimp, crabs, a sea turtle….
"It's time to sing for Lord Fifth!" the parrot squawked. "This bastard dared to ruin some of my feathers. Crush him!"
In response to the parrot's orders, the Demonic cultivators immediately formed up and began to sing. "I was a bad kid when I was young, I'm a little seafood dish, lalalalala, little seafood dish, dobedobedoooo, little seafood dish…."
When Meng Hao had listened to this song before, he always assumed that it was simply uncomfortably discordant. However, when the group started singing this time, all of a sudden, thunder began to rumble, and bolts of lightning instantly shot down toward Han Qinglei.
Han Qinglei's face flickered with shock, and he fell backward in retreat, staring at the clamorous parrot and his singing seafood dishes. He began to pant in disbelief as the singing apparently began to affect the natural laws and Essence of the Windswept Realm.
A powerful energy of expulsion began to gather around Han Qinglei, causing his face to fall.
"What is that thing!?" he gasped, looking at the parrot in astonishment. Thunder crashed, and wild colors flashed in the sky. Black clouds gathered, and numerous lightning bolts converged. Han Qinglei's scalp began to go numb.
A single glance told him that this song was completely beyond ordinary, as if it had become the Heavenly will of the Windswept Realm, and could control natural laws, and even Essence, something terrifying to the extreme.
If that were all there were to it, it might not be a big deal, but even more shocking to Han Qinglei was that the singing instantly caused moisture to build up in the area. Apparently, the song was able to materialize a sea, complete with raging waves.
"Impossible!!" he cried. The parrot looked extremely pleased with itself, and whooped out in excitement.
"Scared yet? Dammit! You dared to pluck some of Lord Fifth's feathers! You dared to ruin Lord Fifth's good looks! Lord Fifth isn't gonna let you off the hook!"
More lightning and thunder crashed as the group switched songs.
"I'm your little, dear little seafood dish! However I love you, it's never too much. I'm your little, dear little seafood dish! Seeeaaaaafoooooood DISH!"
The change in the song caused the sea to churn. Furthermore, mountains appeared up in the sky which began to crush down toward Han Qinglei. The booms from the mountains crashing against the ground almost sounded like musical instruments, pounding out a rhythm to go along with the song.
"Spell formation?! It's a spell formation that incites the Essences of Heaven and Earth!?!? What… what kind of bird is that?!?!" Han Qinglei's face flickered with continuous astonishment and shock as he finally realized that he was facing a spell formation. However, he had never before heard of any type of spell formation that was unleashed by singing.
He had definitely never heard… of any type of spell formation that could incite Essences of Heaven and Earth. A spell formation like that would be exceedingly rare, the stuff of legends.
Rumbling filled the air, and Han Qinglei's face went ashen. He fell back again, avoiding the falling mountains. His mind reeled as the seafood group once again changed songs.
"We're seafood dishes! We're seafood dishes. Waaaaaaaaaa! Great and mighty Lord Fifth. Whoaaaaaaaaa! Great and mighty Lord Third…."
The instant the lyrics rang out, the parrot began to glow with blinding light, as if the song were boosting its power. Shockingly, Essences and numerous natural laws began to swirl around, making the parrot look like some sort of divine being. It let out a squawk, which turned into an attack like a powerful arrow that shot toward Han Qinglei.
"You dared to spoil Lord Fifth's good looks!" it raged, its voice echoing out with thunderous, domineering power. "Lord Fifth is gonna screw you!"
However, it was at this point that the meat jelly attached to the parrot's ankle suddenly began to speak in a very solemn tone. "You can't curse people. Cursing is wrong. You should say that you will slay him, not that you will screw him. Screwing is wrong. Screwing is immoral!" 1
"Shut the hell up!" the parrot roared, shooting toward Han Qinglei. "Lord Fifth is gonna screw this guy!"
Han Qinglei's face fell. "Dammit, it can actually power itself up too!!" He suddenly felt as if his entire world had been turned upside down. He had never seen a spell formation that operated on singing. Nor had he ever seen a bird as arrogant and aggressive as this. He most definitely had never seen a bird that roared about screwing things.
"Well so what if you can incite the Essence of Heaven and Earth!? That power comes from the spell formation, and those Demonic cultivators aren't powerful enough to keep it running for long!" Han Qinglei gritted his teeth and waved his hand, sending his second clone charging toward the parrot. Then he performed a double-handed incantation gesture, causing a throne of white bones to appear. At the same time, a huge throng of skeleton warriors also materialized.
Some of the skeletons were black, and held long bone spears in their hands. They led the other skeletons in a charge against the parrot. When the two forces slammed into each other, a huge boom echoed out.
Countless bones shattered, and the throne exploded. Blood sprayed out of Han Qinglei's mouth. Roaring, he performed an incantation gesture then waved his finger, ripping the air open. Immediately, a bone hand stretched out and swiped viciously toward the parrot.
The parrot squawked, and the singing of the seafood dishes grew more intense. As for the parrot, it attacked wantonly, piercing through the bone hand to appear directly behind Han Qinglei's clone, whereupon it charged viciously toward his rear end.
Han Qinglei's clone looked on in shock, and suddenly dispersed. When he reformed some distance off, the parrot let out another furious squawk and charged him again.
It was clearly a dangerous situation, but Han Qinglei's true form simply chuckled coldly. A derisive look appeared in his eyes as one of his clones handled the blackpod imps, and the other took care of the bizarre bird.
"Nine Windswept Nations, each with 300 great Daos. The final 300 are located in the central temple. A total of 3,000 great Daos, and whoever gains enlightenment of the most will be able to enter the central temple. Now the time has come… to give me the Ninth Nation's World Seal!" Chuckling coldly, Han Qinglei's true form flashed through the air toward Meng Hao, extending his right hand as if to touch Meng Hao's forehead.
"DIE!"
Even as Han Qinglei's finger closed in on Meng Hao, all of a sudden, the tinkling of a bell could be heard coming from the parrot's ankle. The bell vanished, reappearing between Meng Hao's forehead and Han Qinglei's finger in the form of a fist-sized meat jelly, which slammed into the finger.
The meat jelly was soft but also elastic. Within that elasticity was an incredible toughness which instantly blocked Han Qinglei's finger.
A boom could be heard, and the meat jelly let out a roar. It looked angrily at Han Qinglei and said, "You're a bully!!"
Han Qinglei stared in shock. He was quickly coming to the realization that Meng Hao had a boggling amount of bizarre items at his disposal. First were the blackpod imps, next was the terrifying parrot, and now was this strange meat jelly that had the face of an old man.
"SCREWWWW OFF!" Han Qinglei roared. He was reaching the limit of his patience. He could never have anticipated that after handling Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu, he would shatter the shield only to face so many setbacks in trying to kill Meng Hao.
His hand suddenly flashed to the side, striking at Meng Hao from a different angle. However, no matter how he varied his moves, the meat jelly always blocked him. Furthermore, it continued scream miserably and to berate him loudly.
"Bully! You're nothing but a bully!
"Lord Third converts bullies like you! Bully! Lower your weapons and allow the great and mighty Lord Third to help you become obedient, kind, and upright!
"AAGGHH! You're still hitting me?! Bully! Bully! BULLY! BULLY!!!"
Han Qinglei was on the verge of going crazy. Letting out a furious howl, he performing an incantation gesture, materializing a divine ability. Countless bone swords appeared which stabbed toward Meng Hao. It was at this point that the meat jelly transformed into a huge canopy which completely covered Meng Hao and blocked all of the bone swords.
"Lord Third is starting to get pissed off! What are you doing, huh? Hey, what are you doing! You big bully!"
Han Qinglei was thoroughly enraged at having been repeatedly forced to waste so much time. Eyes gleaming with a bizarre light, he suddenly clenched his hand into a fist. As he did, the flesh and blood vanished and became nothing but bleached bones.
He punched out, not with the power of the fleshly body, but with an incredibly powerful divine ability. It slammed into the meat jelly, who let out a miserable shriek. Its body shrank down defensively. Suddenly, a derisive grin appeared on Han Qinglei's face.
Eyes glittering he said… "Time… stop!"
When those two words left his mouth, everything around him suddenly seemed to grind to an eternal halt.
Everything went quiet. The meat jelly was stuck in midair, and only Han Qinglei seemed to be unaffected. His face was pale, however; clearly, using this Daoist magic was not an easy thing for him.
The instant that time stopped, his eyes glittered with killing intent. His hand changed angles, slipping around the meat jelly's defenses and rushing directly toward the top of Meng Hao's head in the form of a fist.
"It's over!" he said. However, just when his fist was about to strike Meng Hao's head, Meng Hao's eyes snapped open, and they gleamed with a murderously cold aura.
His right hand shot up, leaving behind afterimages as it sped to meet Han Qinglei's fist!
Their eyes suddenly locked.
One of them had a look of shock, the other had a cold gleam in his eyes.
At the moment, one of them looked vicious and cruel, and as for the other, the coldness in his eyes was like that of a sharp blade!
1. In the line about "say that you will slay him, not that you will screw him," it's kind of funny because the word for "slay" contains the character translated as "screw." Similar to English, this "screw" is kind of a slang usage, so the character in question could mean a lot of different things depending on context. Combine it with another character and it means to kill someone or get rid of them
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Chapter 1099: Victory!
Their eyes met, their fists slammed into each other, and a huge boom echoed out between the two of them. It resonated up into the Heavens, silencing the entire world. A massive wind kicked up, and nearby mountain peaks shook violently.
The shaking caused crevices to open up in the ground. The meat jelly returned to its normal state, and, seeing that Meng Hao had awoken, quickly retreated.
Han Qinglei was hit by a huge backlash, shoving him backward. The air was ripped to shreds as a succession of nine booms echoed out before Han Qinglei finally ground to a halt, his face ashen, blood oozing out of the corners of his mouth.
Meng Hao was also shoved backward; he now hovered in midair, his face slightly flush, but his eyes as sharp and penetrating as ever!
"You're right, it is over," he said coolly, "… for you! I've had enough your crap!" He suddenly shot forward like a lightning bolt, using his unique battle style, charging Han Qinglei in an overwhelmingly domineering fashion!
His cultivation base exploded with power; moments ago during that critical juncture, he had finally gained enlightenment regarding the 100th Essence, and was able to come to his senses.
Han Qinglei's face fell, but he didn't retreat. Gritting his teeth, he also shot forward in attack. Booms rang out as they met in midair, exchanging hundreds of moves in a few seconds.
Meng Hao waved his hand, causing numerous mountains to descend, crushing down onto Han Qinglei. Han Qinglei performed an incantation gesture, summoning his throne of bones, along with countless other white bones, all of which formed together into a huge bone giant that attacked the mountains.
Meng Hao gave a cold snort and advanced, transforming into a golden roc. A brutal air rose up as he slashed his claws viciously at Han Qinglei. Rumbling sounds echoed out as Han Qinglei performed another incantation gesture. This time, a swarm of bone swords materialized, forming layers of walls that blocked Meng Hao and fought against him viciously.
Booms echoed out in all directions, the air distorted, and the sky dimmed. Blood sprayed out of Han Qinglei's mouth, and Meng Hao's golden roc faded away. However, in that same moment, Meng Hao's right hand clenched into a fist.
The Life-Extermination Fist!
Up to this point, Meng Hao still had not revealed any hint that he practiced body cultivation. He had only attacked with divine abilities and Daoist magics. Now that he was using this fist, Han Qinglei's face instantly fell.
"A body cultivator!" he gasped. As the fist neared him, he shrieked and quickly performed an incantation gesture, causing multiple bone shields to appear. However, no matter how many of them appeared, all of the shields collapsed, layer after layer, until the fist slammed into Han Qinglei.
BOOM!
Blood sprayed out of his mouth, and he tumbled backward, completely astonished by Meng Hao. However… he was still filled with the desire to do battle.
One punch sent Han Qinglei falling backward. Meng Hao didn't immediately pursue him, but instead waved a finger toward the two bone tombs, causing them to explode. Fan Dong'er appeared, face pale, just having regained consciousness. On the other side, Bei Yu was completely pale and still unconscious.
"Time magic…." Meng Hao murmured. He performed an incantation gesture and waved his finger, causing the air around Bei Yu to distort. A feeling like that of Time radiated out, causing Bei Yu to immediately recover.
Meng Hao had a deep understanding of Time, but wasn't able to actually manipulate its flow. However… what he was doing now was not that. Instead, he was simply breaking Han Qinglei's magical technique.
"You definitely deserve to be in the Echelon like me…." Han Qinglei said. "In that case, let's fight!" He wiped the blood from his mouth and chuckled. Eyes burning with intense killing intent, he shot toward Meng Hao in a flash of light.
This time, his two clones threw their heads back and roared, then burned their life forces to shove the blackpod imps away and knock the parrot aside. They joined Han Qinglei's true form to charge Meng Hao.
The parrot was still furious, but after a moment of thought, it wasn't confident enough to pursue the clone. Instead, it angrily shouted, "Haowie, crush him to death for me! That damned bastard dared to ruin Lord Fifth's good looks! I want him screwed! In fact, why don't you screw him for me… wait, no. Don't screw him, I want the first go!"
A strange expression could be seen on Meng Hao's face as he looked over at the parrot. After thinking about how the parrot had protected him just now, he cleared his throat and nodded.
Next, his cultivation base erupted with power. 123 Immortal meridians surged. 33 Heavens descended with full power. The aura of an Immortal Emperor radiated out, transforming into a tempest that rose all the way up into the sky. Meng Hao hovered in the middle of it all, his hair flying about, his eyes glittering like lightning as he exuded a massive pressure.
"You want to fight? Fine, let's fight!" he said, his voice booming like thunder. This was the most formidable member of his own generation that Han Qinglei had ever encountered. Even as Meng Hao's words rang out, his three bodies arrived at Meng Hao.
The three figures slapped their palms together.
"Three Body Dao!"
"Bone Tomb Magic!"
"Slaughter By Time!"
Their cultivation bases rocketed up, causing them to look like three long spears stabbing toward Meng Hao. Meng Hao's face was calm, and he did not fall back. Instead, he took a step forward. Massive winds surged around him as he clenched his right hand into a fist and punched out.
Bedevilment Fist!
The striking fist caused colors to flash in the sky, and at the same time, a will of self-immolation to the point of Bedevilment exploded out. That fist seemed to represent the darkness of night. The sky above turned black, and the darkness of a Devil crushed down onto the lands.
BOOOOMMMMMM!
As the fist struck out, and darkness fell, Han Qinglei's three forms transformed into a huge bone tomb. However, that tomb instantly collapsed into pieces, and the Time magic inside was shattered.
Blood sprayed out of the three figures' mouths as they fell back. However, their will to fight was as strong as ever.
"Meng Hao, you qualify to see my complete state! Three Body Unification!" Han Qinglei threw his head back and howled. At the same time, his two clones began to glow with boundless light. In the blink of an eye, they shot toward Han Qinglei, merging into him, forming a shocking…
Three-headed, six-armed figure!
The three heads radiated an intense murderous aura as the six arms all performed incantation gestures, unleashing divine abilities and Daoist magics with unmatchable speed.
Han Qinglei transformed into a beam of light that burst with energy as he shot toward Meng Hao.
Instantly, the two of them slammed into each other. Meng Hao was a master of devious divine abilities. He attacked with ruthlessness, and even when injured, would not retreat. He was constantly on the offensive, his Eternal stratum in full operation, his secret Immortal meridian technique ensuring that the power of any divine ability or Daoist magic he used was amplified.
Furthermore, he also wielded the power of an Immortal Emperor. That made his magical techniques even more powerful. Every attack he made could cause the sky to fade. Han Qinglei was now completely shocked.
Meng Hao's way of fighting, his constant aggressive attacks, turned into a heavy pressure that weighed on the mind, and seemed to give him more powerful momentum. Han Qinglei was being forced back, and thus losing any opportunity to land a decisive strike.
"Dammit, how can this Meng Hao be so strong!?" Han Qinglei's face fell, and he gritted his teeth. Six arms all performed incantation gestures, causing a shocking, magical wheel to appear in front of him!
The wheel was not complete, and in fact, only about ten percent of its full state was corporeal, with the rest being illusory. Numerous magical symbols covered it, and it emanated an ancient and primordial aura.
This was the Paragon magic that Han Qinglei had used to earn his spot in the Echelon. The Wheel of Time!
This wheel had a mysterious origin, and had the power to manipulate Time. Because of it, Han Qinglei had been enlightened regarding Paragon magic, and was endowed with a mysterious might.
"Paragon magic, Dao of Time!" Han Qinglei's hands flashed with incantation gestures, and the magical wheel began to rotate. Time seemed to flow, spinning toward Meng Hao, ripping open the air as it neared him. Shockingly, numerous images manifested by Time appeared, filling the area with countless scenes of the past eras from the surrounding lands.
"Paragon magic, huh…." Meng Hao gave a cold harrumph. He waved his right hand, and the sky trembled. A huge bridge descended, which was none other than… the Paragon Bridge!
As soon as the Paragon Bridge appeared, the magical wheel trembled, as if… it wasn't even able to match up!
Han Qinglei's face fell. As the two Paragon magics collided, everything trembled violently. It almost seemed as if the world was going to collapse. Intense shaking filled all of the cultivators in the Windswept Realm.
Rumbling booms could be heard as the magical wheel collapsed. Although the Paragon Bridge was slightly shaken, it continued to emanate intense pressure. Blood sprayed out of Han Qinglei's mouth, and his body began to fall apart. Two of his heads exploded, and three of his arms were destroyed. Although he let out a miserable shriek, his will to fight had not left him.
His remaining three arms performed incantation gestures, and threw his head back and roared. All of a sudden, a bone statue appeared in front of him, emanating an astonishing aura. This was one of his trump cards, a bit of good fortune that he had acquired. Now that he was using it in battle, Meng Hao waved his hand, causing the Essence of Divine Flame to appear.
"Essence? Impossible!!" For the first time, Han Qinglei was inwardly shaken, and felt terror rising up in him. This fear was something that caused Han Qinglei to feel extremely humiliated. He was in the Echelon, and yet here he was, scared of someone else in the Echelon. He wanted to pull his emotions into check, but just couldn't stifle his terror.
"There are a lot of things which you might think are impossible, but really aren't," Meng Hao said coldly. "You just lack experience."
As he closed in on Han Qinglei, the world trembled. Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu looked on with complete shock. They knew Meng Hao, and yet were still astonished. It was as if Meng Hao… was even more powerful than they had imagined!
It was as if in this battle, Han Qinglei was completely suppressed, totally on the defensive. In fact, the awe-inspiring way he had fought against them moments ago now seemed like nothing.
Han Qinglei was forced into retreat over and over. His face fell, and soon he began to laugh bitterly. However, his eyes gleamed with focus.
"You're strong," he said, "much stronger than I imagined. You're surnamed Meng… but there's no way you could have anything to do with the Meng Clan. However… it will definitely be amusing to kill you with one of the Meng Clan's own divine abilities!" Laughing maniacally, he extended his right hand and waved a finger through the air.
"Azure Lightning!" 1 As he spoke, his body trembled, and blood sprayed out of his mouth, as if making this attack pushed him to the boundary of his limits. Innumerable lightning bolts crackled around him, spreading out, transforming into a lake of lightning. Up in the sky, a bolt of azure lightning crackled down, connecting to Han Qinglei, causing his energy to rise dramatically.
Meng Hao's eyes glittered, and a sensation of imminent crisis welled up in him.
"Meng Clan…." he murmured, face flickering. As Han Qinglei's energy spiked, Meng Hao took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward.
That step caused everything to shake dramatically. At the same time, a massive foot appeared in the sky, crushing down toward Han Qinglei, instantly interfering with his rising energy!
Shockingly, Meng Hao was now unleashing the divine ability he had acquired from Su Yan, the Seven God Steps magic!
The second step caused the entire world to tremble, and the wind to churn violently.
Meng Hao didn't stop. He took a third, a fourth, and a fifth step. Each step caused wild energy to surge up around him. It wasn't his own energy, but energy from the magical technique, summoned from the void, from the world, from Heaven and Earth!
When Su Yan had used the Seven God Steps on him, Meng Hao had been thoroughly shaken. She even used it to resist his Paragon magic. That was what had originally caught his interest, and was also why he had chosen to take this particular Daoist magic from her.
Of all the Daoist magics he was familiar with, none could compare to the Seven God Steps in terms of the momentum it could unleash. This magic… was a Dao of momentum!
As he took those five steps, nothing about him looked out of the ordinary. However, for some reason, the feeling he gave off was that he existed above Heaven and Earth. Massive energy swept out and crushed down toward Han Qinglei.
Han Qinglei's face drained of blood. His Azure Lightning was based on energy, and caused the will of lightning inside of him to form together into Heavenly might, which he could then use to crush his enemy.
But now, he was shocked to find that Meng Hao was even more powerful than that!
"Impossible!!" he gasped. Then Meng Hao took a sixth step, and finally, a seventh. He now seemed vastly higher than anything in existence. Heavenly might formed a gigantic foot that crushed down onto Han Qinglei.
"NO!!!" he cried miserably. He quickly performed an incantation gesture, causing Azure Lightning to shoot out from him toward the descending foot.
ROOOOOAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!
When they slammed into each other, the foot crushed the lightning without even pausing and kept going, stomping viciously down onto Han Qinglei. A huge boom could be heard, and the lands quaked. A gigantic footprint appeared between Mount Whiteseal and the capital city of the Ninth Nation, which sunk deeply down into the earth.
Blood sprayed out of Han Qinglei's mouth, and his body withered. His aura was severely weakened as he stood there in the middle of the footprint. Laughing bitterly, he crushed a jade slip, which caused a mist to appear that surrounded him and carried him away rapidly.
He was fleeing, and it caused his heart to drip with blood. He was utterly humiliated by his complete and utter defeat in battle. He had been the invader in this instance, and also the one to flee. He had never imagined that he would be forced to escape via this particular jade slip during a battle with someone of his own generation. And yet, here he was, fleeing in the face of death by crushing that jade slip.
"Think you can just leave?" Meng Hao said, appearing in midair, his face somewhat pale. This battle had been somewhat difficult, but it was nothing compared to the deadly ambush set up for him by the Demonic Cultivator Horde.
With a cold snort, he waved his hand, and a strange light began to gleam in his eyes. He suddenly waved his finger toward Han Qinglei.
"A Writ of Karma!" he said, his voice echoing out, filled with sternness, austerity, and holiness….
"Call upon Karma to form ties of destiny! You owe me money!"
1. Don't forget that Han Qinglei's name literally means "azure lightning"
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Chapter 1100: Fate!
Meng Hao had sown Karma with the other Echelon cultivators using A Writ of Karma when he was the first person to break through the previous record atop Mount Whiteseal. At that time, his name was spoken throughout the Windswept Realm, everyone came to know him, and invisible connections of Karma were created.
Using Karma in such a way was completely domineering. In fact, before Meng Hao created A Writ of Karma, nothing like it had ever existed.
Based on the enlightenment he had experienced at that time, and his own personality and requirements, he had created a completely unique and domineering Daoist magic, something that could forcefully create ties of destiny.
It was impossible to evade or resist. Furthermore, as long as Karma had been sown, it would definitely be reaped!
Even as he fled, Han Qinglei felt a tremor run through him. All of a sudden, he felt as if his fate were being adjusted. The abrupt sensation caused his heart to begin to thump.
He wasn't sure why, but he suddenly couldn't think about anything except Meng Hao. Meng Hao's name seemed to fill his mind, almost like a curse weighing over him.
"What's going on!?!? I owe him money?!" Han Qinglei's face fell, and he wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't. To his terror, his mind and heart were filled with Meng Hao. Most horrifying of all were the words that were echoing out like thunder in his mind.
You owe me money.
You owe me money!
YOU OWE ME MONEY!!
The voice boomed like thunder, and caused Han Qinglei's face to grow even paler than before.
"What magical technique is this?! Dammit!!" He was completely alarmed to realize that this was a type of magic that he had never even heard of before.
When Meng Hao waved his finger, the entire world changed in his eyes. Everything shook and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Faintly, he could see numerous Karma Threads stretching away from the heads of everyone visible. Han Qinglei himself had an abundance of Karma Threads, so many that it made it difficult to distinguish the individual threads. However, there was one thread connecting him to Meng Hao.
That thread might not bind them together very strongly, but it was there, glowing with intense light. A Writ of Karma…. The deeper the relationship between the caster and the target, the stronger the Karma Threads. The stronger the Karma Threads, the more domineering the effect of the magical technique.
"The first thing that happened was you learned my name," Meng Hao said somberly, his expression dignified, as if he were describing some holy aspect of Heaven and Earth. "Then you were completely defeated by me. What's happening right now can be described as Karma!
"Karma serves as destiny. Heaven and Earth bear witness. An indelible brand is created, which manifests as a promissory note. The day your debt is paid back, the Karma will be dispersed!" He waved his hand as if he were writing something, and then, colors flashed in the sky, and the wind screamed. Booms rang out, as if lightning and thunder were bearing witness to the Karma between Meng Hao and Han Qinglei.
Han Qinglei let out a miserable shriek. Despite the fact that he was surrounded by mists, and shooting away at top speed, his mind still filled with a roaring like that of thunder. At the same time that Meng Hao unleashed his magic, Han Qinglei felt a faint aura being pulled up out of his body.
It was an astonishing sensation, and also horrifying. He had the sudden premonition that Meng Hao was marking him in a way that would affect him for the rest of his life.
"NO!" he roared. However, struggling was useless. By now, he had no choice but to ignore the shame he felt. His body trembled, and he wanted nothing more than to be gone from this place. His terror regarding Meng Hao had reached a pinnacle, and for the first time, he felt complete and utter regret for ever having chosen to attack the Ninth Nation and Meng Hao.
The parrot hovered not too far off, watching the scene with entrancement. It was envious, extremely envious. Of all the Daoist magics that Meng Hao was able to wield, A Writ of Karma was the only one that it felt to be breathtakingly beautiful, and the parrot almost couldn't control itself whenever it saw it in action.
The meat jelly was also envious, and wished that it could have such a Daoist magic. If so, whenever it met bullies, it would use A Writ of Karma on them, and things would go much smoother as a result.
Fan Dong'er had an unsightly look on her face. Although she was currently on the same side as Meng Hao, when she saw A Writ of Karma in action, she couldn't help but think about certain things which had occurred in the past. 1
As for Bei Yu, she had regained consciousness earlier and had seen most of the fight between Meng Hao and Han Qinglei. Now, she watched as Meng Hao, looking like the very picture of holiness, unleashed A Writ of Karma. She almost couldn't imagine what kind of person would go to the lengths of creating a magical technique like this, just to get people to owe him money.
Not only that, when he unleashed the magic, he was filled with a look of piety….
Meng Hao actually did feel very pious right now. His righteous and reverent voice echoed out across the lands:
"Henceforth, you owe me money! The compound interest shall not be altered! One year, twofold! Ten years, a hundredfold. One hundred years, ten thousandfold! Karma Thread, form the promissory note. NOW!"
As his dignified words echoed out, Meng Hao clenched his hand viciously onto Han Qinglei's Karma Thread. It twisted and distorted, letting out brilliant light. In the blink of an eye, the light formed together into a writ, formed from Daoist magic.
It floated gently down toward Meng Hao, who took hold of it gingerly, as if it were a precious treasure. When he saw the numbers written on the note, he cleared his throat and added it to the thick stack of other notes in his bag of holding.
In the moment that the promissory note appeared, Han Qinglei coughed up a mouthful of blood. He could clearly sense that the aura which had left him moments ago indicated that he had entered some sort of agreement with Meng Hao.
That agreement was almost like one of indentured servitude. Most importantly, he had no control in the matter, and had been forced to sign the agreement! Regardless of whether he agreed to it or not, he now owed Meng Hao a vast amount of wealth.
If he didn't pay it back, then due to Karma, his cultivation base and his future would all be subject to unforeseen changes. A situation like this, and a Daoist magic like this, caused Han Qinglei to tremble violently. In his terror, he suddenly recalled a terrifying sort of Daoist magic.
"Fate!! This is a magic of Fate! He… he actually knows Fate magic!! This is impossible! In all of Heaven and Earth, from ancient times until now, no one has ever achieved enlightenment of the Dao of Fate!!" Blood sprayed from his mouth, and he let out a mighty roar. Finally, he pushed the mist to increasing speed, and vanished over the horizon.
"This isn't a place where you can just casually come and go!" Meng Hao said righteously. "First of all, you interrupted my cultivation. Even if I overlook that, though, how could I possibly let you go when you owe me some money!?" With that, he waved a finger toward Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu. Two streams of qi flowed into them, causing them to shudder as their cultivation bases were completely restored. They even ended up with more power than before.
"Fellow Daoists, please head to the central temple. Kill all of the cultivators from the Eighth Nation. Weaken the defenses of the Eighth Nation's Mountain of National Fate. Assist me as I go to the Eighth Nation to wrest away their World Seal!
"If I succeed, we can all seek to gain enlightenment together! We can contemplate the natural laws and Essences of the Windswept Realm, and solidify our path to the future!" In response to his words, Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu's eyes glittered. They were intelligent people, and instantly understood Meng Hao's plan. This opportunity was definitely a rare one, and besides, Meng Hao had now offered them a promise!
The two women exchanged a glance, and then nodded. Immediately, they transformed into beams of light that shot off toward the central temple, where they would work hard to assist Meng Hao.
In the moment that Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu left, Meng Hao took a step forward, heading in the direction in which Han Qinglei had fled. He employed full speed as he raced to catch up.
"Don't run, Han Qinglei! Pay me back that money!" As his voice boomed out, the blackpod imps, the meat jelly, and the parrot all turned into beams of light that shot through the air behind Meng Hao. As for the seafood dishes, the parrot used a cosmic storage technique to tuck them away into its wings. Then, it arrogantly cried out:
"Don't run, Han Qinglei! Lord Fifth hasn't screwed you yet, how dare you flee!!"
Beams of light shot through the air, causing everything to shake. Han Qinglei was still fleeing, coughing up blood as the mist around him faded away. This was his life-saving magic, and was something that couldn't be sustained long-term. It was merely a temporary boost in speed, something that would enable him to flee from a deadly crisis.
The incredible speed ensured that he was able to leave the Ninth Nation and return to the Eighth Nation almost instantly. His face was pale, and the sensation of imminent crisis still hadn't left him. He could sense that the terrifying Meng Hao was currently chasing him down!
As soon as he entered the Eighth Nation, his voice roared out, bolstered by a magical technique.
"Troops of the Eight Mountain, come posthaste!" His voice echoed out through the Eighth Nation to all of the other eight cultivators who had come from the Eighth Mountain. Of that group, four were fighting in the region of the central temple. Their bodies trembled, and they immediately employed their top speed to leave their current locations to speed toward Han Qinglei.
Time passed. An hour later, Han Qinglei was still speeding through the air, occasionally coughing up blood. The mist that had surrounded him and hauled him along was now completely gone. Instead, four imposing beams of light surrounded him in a protective formation as he flew toward the Eighth Nation's Mountain of National Fate.
"I need to get back to the Mountain of National Fate as soon as possible! I can use the defensive measures there to fight back against Meng Hao. That will at least give me some time to recover from my injuries!!
"Meng Hao won't be able to spend too much time trying to catch me. If he does, he'll leave the Ninth Nation vulnerable to attack by other members of the Echelon!
"As long as I can buy enough time, I'll definitely be able to get through this deadly crisis!" Han Qinglei's eyes were crimson red as he shot through the air.
It was at this point that Meng Hao suddenly appeared at the border between the Eighth and Ninth Nations. He looked like a celestial warrior, and as soon as he entered the Eighth Nation, all of the cultivators there could feel the pressure radiating off him, and they trembled.
"When receiving guests, it is improper not to return favors. Since you decided to come to my home and stroll around, I've decided to come to your home to collect my interest." Meng Hao cleared his throat and looked somewhat apologetic, although he didn't hesitate for a moment before heading immediately toward the Eighth Nation's Mountain of National Fate.
Rumbling filled the air as he closed in. The pressure weighing down from the Eighth Nation grew stronger; by this point, Han Qinglei had reached the mountain. As soon as he set foot on it, his voice rang out:
"Defend this location to the death! Don't allow anyone to step even half a foot inside!"
1. In case you forgot, Fan Dong'er was the first person Meng Hao tested out A Writ of Karma on in chapter 855
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Chapter 1101: Slaughtering Into the National Aura Mountain!
Han Qinglei sat cross-legged on the Eighth Nation's National Aura Mountain, face pale, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. He nervously produced medicinal pills, which he immediately consumed. Not only had his little excursion resulted in significant loss, he was now being chased by Meng Hao. However, in all of the Windswept Realm, there was no safer place for him to be than on this National Aura Mountain.
As he sat there cross-legged, his wounds slowly began to heal. At the same time, the four middle-aged cultivators from the Eighth Mountain and Sea remained outside of the mountain, both on guard, and at the same time, looking at each other in dismay. All of them were clearly shaken.
They knew Han Qinglei, and they had never encountered a member of the current generation who could outmatch him in this way.
Therefore… seeing Han Qinglei's injuries left them completely unnerved. After all, they were aware that he had previously headed toward the Ninth Nation.
"Was it the Echelon cultivator from the Ninth Mountain who did this? Meng Hao…?"
"It must be him! Han Qinglei was heading toward the Ninth Nation, so they must have ended up fighting!" The four took deep breaths, and their expressions turned very serious.
However, they had no choice in the matter. Regardless of whether it was because of their mission, or the effect it would have on their own chances for success in the Windswept Realm, giving up was not an option.
Time passed, and the four men kept their cultivation bases rotating the whole time. Soon, a bright streak of light appeared on the horizon, and before they could even react, massive rumbling sounds filled the air.
It was none other than Meng Hao!
After entering the Eighth Nation, he had caused an enormous pressure to spread out over the entire nation, in much the same way that Han Qinglei had when he had entered the Ninth Nation. The feeling experienced by Fan Dong'er and the others was now occurring among all the members of the Eighth Nation.
The four men's faces flickered as they looked toward Meng Hao. Before Meng Hao even made a move, the four men clenched their jaws tightly and performed incantation gestures to summon divine abilities.
In unison, the men howled: "Four Holy Beasts Formation!"
The sky flickered, and the earth quaked. These four men were not in the Immortal Realm, but rather, the Ancient Realm!
All of them had cultivation bases with five extinguished Soul Lamps, which was the absolute limit for the Windswept Realm. Their attack caused a massive wind to spring up and roaring sounds to fill the air as a huge White Tiger appeared.
The White Tiger was fully 300 meters long, and was clad in a suit of armor. It radiated a terrifying energy, along with a towering murderous aura.
Next was a Black Turtle, extremely domineering and fierce. It was surrounded by rushing black waters, which roiled up into the Heavens. A seemingly infinite power seemed to surround it as an illusory land mass appeared beneath its feet.
Next was a Vermilion Bird, surrounded by a majestic sea of flames that rose up into the sky. Last was an Azure Dragon, whose roars caused the heavens to distort. All four Holy Beasts materialized, causing lightning to dance and extraordinary energy to surge.
"Four Holy Beasts Destruction!" the four cultivators roared. Immediately, the images of the four Holy Beasts roared and leaped toward Meng Hao amidst churning, seething clouds. The speeding White Tiger was the first to arrive, bursting with a murderous aura.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he gave a cold snort as he stepped forward and waved his hand. Immediately, the Mountain Consuming Incantation materialized, causing countless mountains to descend, crushing down onto the White Tiger. Rumbling could be heard as the tiger was pinned in place. Meng Hao subsequently descended, then reached out and viciously smacked the tiger on the head.
The smack caused a huge tremor to run through the White Tiger, after which it let out a miserable shriek. Finally, its head exploded, and one of the four cultivators coughed up a massive mouthful of blood.
However, despite losing its head, the White Tiger wasn't dead. After all, it wasn't a real animal, but rather, a magical construct. It still slashed out ruthlessly at Meng Hao with its claws.
An ear-piercing sound like that of metal grating against metal rang out. However, Meng Hao wasn't hurt in the least bit; his fleshly body was already in the Ancient Realm, so how could this White Tiger possibly harm him?
The White Tiger froze in shock, and the four cultivators defending the National Aura Mountain were astonished.
"His fleshly body…."
"Dammit, what fleshly body is that?! He actually wasn't hurt at all by the White Tiger!"
As their hearts trembled, Meng Hao grinned viciously and charged forward, slamming directly into the White Tiger's chest. The Mountain Consuming Incantation was unleashed again, but this time, the mountains didn't descend from the sky. Instead, they burst out from inside the White Tiger. A boom could be heard as the sharp mountain peaks stabbed out through its body, prompting a bloodcurdling shriek. In the blink of an eye, its massive frame was ripped into shreds by the numerous mountains.
The cultivator in control of the White Tiger coughed up more blood, and trembled violently. Cracking sounds could be heard as bones were shattered, and the man very nearly passed out.
He looked at Meng Hao with complete terror and astonishment as he finally realized how Han Qinglei came to be injured so badly. Obviously, Meng Hao was so much more powerful than Han Qinglei that… it was almost impossible to imagine!
Before they could even unleash more divine abilities, Meng Hao turned into a sharp arrow that stabbed toward the roaring Black Turtle.
The turtle was incredibly tough, surrounded by black waters, and standing on top of a huge landmass. All of that made its defenses incredibly high. However, Meng Hao pierced through all that, slamming into it and causing a miserable shriek to ring out. Cracks spread out over the entire Xuanwu turtle, and in the blink of an eye, the black water faded. The land collapsed, and the entire Xuanwu turtle exploded into bits!
It was thoroughly smashed, incapable of standing up to Meng Hao whatsoever. In the same moment, blood sprayed out of the mouth of the cultivator in control of the Black Turtle. He instantly began to shrink back and tremble, and an expression of shock covered his face.
The two remaining cultivators roared, causing the Vermilion Bird and the Azure Dragon to also roar, then swirl together in a combined attack to block Meng Hao's progress.
It was like a dragon and a phoenix attacking together, causing their power to rocket up. The sea of flames surrounding the Vermilion Bird filled the sky, burning everything above and below, threatening to completely eradicate Meng Hao.
As the intense heat caused everything to ripple and distort, Meng Hao smiled.
"Flames?" he said. Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step forward and then performed an incantation gesture with his right hand. Instantly, a ball of flame appeared in his hand.
It was none other than… the Essence of Divine Flame!
He squeezed down, and the ball of flame exploded, sending boundless Divine Flame swirling around him. As the Vermilion Bird closed in, Meng Hao waved his hand, causing the Divine Flame to surge outward. In response to Meng Hao's thoughts, the swirling Divine Flame also transformed into a Vermilion Bird.
Two Vermilion Birds slammed into each other in midair, sending a huge boom echoing out in all directions. Meng Hao's Divine Flame Vermilion Bird completely vanquished the Four Holy Beasts Vermilion Bird, completely burning it up!
Vermilion Birds were born amidst flames, and despite being a magical construct, this Vermilion Bird had some of the true will of an actual Vermilion Bird. However, only a bloodcurdling scream could be heard as it was reduced to nothing but ash. The cultivator controlling it coughed up a mouthful of blood. Blood also oozed out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The backlash caused flames to surround him, completely eradicating him in body and soul.
All of these things take quite some time to describe, but actually occurred in the space of only a few breaths of time. Of the Four Holy Beasts, three were now completely eradicated, leaving only the Azure Dragon behind. As it closed in on Meng Hao, he made a grasping motion, causing the bone-tip spear to appear.
This spear's haft was crafted from the World Tree, and the bone spearhead was long and sharp. A murderous aura radiated out from it, causing everything in the area to turn as cold as the dead of winter. Meng Hao glanced at the Azure Dragon, then hurled the spear toward it. The spear pierced out, slashing a hole into the air as it sped toward the Azure Dragon.
Looking shocked, the Azure Dragon waved its tail in an attempt to brush the spear aside. However, as soon as its tail made contact, it shattered into pieces. The spear moved with shocking speed, leaving behind afterimages as it stabbed into the Azure Dragon with incredible power. The Azure Dragon could not even fight back as the spear slammed it into the ground.
A huge boom rang out as the Azure Dragon was pinned to the ground, causing a huge crater to appear.
Blood sprayed out of the mouth of the cultivator in control of the dragon, and his face turned ashen. Meanwhile, Meng Hao had already reached the National Aura Mountain, whereupon he clenched his hand into a fist and punched out.
The statue on top of the Eighth Nation's National Aura Mountain suddenly flickered with bright light, and a bright shield appeared to block Meng Hao's punch. The resulting backlash was so intense that Meng Hao had no choice but to fall back several paces, frowning.
Almost in that same moment, the surrounding three cultivators clenched their jaws, ignoring the incredible pressure weighing down on them and any potential injury, and charged toward Meng Hao, unleashing divine abilities the entire way.
"Screw off!" growled Meng Hao, waving his arm. Rumbling filled the air as an incredible power surged out, slamming into his three opponents. Blood instantly spurted out of their injuries, and two of them were killed instantly. The remaining cultivator's face went pale, and he retreated in shock.
Meng Hao did nothing to pursue him. Instead, he clenched his right hand into a fist and struck the shield again. His eyes glittered, and a faint, cold smile could be seen on his face.
Inside the shield, Han Qinglei sat beneath the statue, face pale, but fully focused on recovering from his injuries.
Around this time in the Seventh Nation, the Echelon cultivator from the Fourth Mountain, Lin Cong, was standing in a bronze war chariot as it sped forward. He wore a white robe, and his expression was one of surprise. However, he also radiated indescribable power, as well as supreme confidence in himself and his cultivation base. 1
"So, you're delivering up a plump gift for me, eh Han Qinglei?" he murmured, eyes glittering. He looked at the jade slip in his hand and laughed.
"From the fluctuations, it seems that Han Qinglei and Meng Hao are fighting already…. Well that's fine. After the two of them have worn each other down, then I can easily snatch the World Seals of two nations. I don't care what plot Han Qinglei has brewing, he's not strong enough to go up against me. I'll crush him as easily as a dried weed!"
Chuckling coldly, Lin Cong sent his war chariot speeding forward. Massive ripples spread out, and at the same time, he flexed his cultivation base, causing a domineering air to spread out. It was as if he were announcing to the world: Lin Cong is coming!
He was also using his status in the Echelon as a threat!
He emanated crushing power, and had incredible self-confidence, the result of a series of random events that had led to him fighting against the number one member of the Echelon. Although he had been defeated, that cultivator had personally told him that he was the most powerful person he had ever fought!
1. Lin Cong appeared before in chapter 1058 and chapter 1090. His name in Chinese is 林聪 lín cōng. Lin is a surname which also means "forest." Cong means "intelligent"
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Chapter 1102: Han Qinglei's Plot!
Meng Hao hovered outside of the National Aura Mountain, coldly eyeing Han Qinglei inside of the shield. Currently, he could only look at him with his bare eyes; divine sense could not penetrate the shield.
The only thing he could see was Han Qinglei sitting there, treating his injuries.
Meng Hao wasn't anxious. At the moment, the shield protecting the Eighth Nation's National Aura Mountain was intact, and would not be easily damaged. However, he was confident that the shield would soon begin to weaken.
And that was exactly what happened. In the region of the central temple, Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu instantly tipped the tide of battle in favor of the Ninth Nation. They immediately issued orders to begin a full-scale assault on the Eighth Nation. Cultivators from both sides began to fight, and the Eighth Nation began to suffer defeat after defeat. The pillar of red light shining above their pagoda began to sink down rapidly.
As it did, the shield surrounding their National Aura Mountain began to ripple. Soon, it was visibly growing thinner, causing Han Qinglei's eyes to widen with shock. From the look of it, this was not what he had anticipated happening, and it caused him to stare murderously at Meng Hao.
When their gazes locked, Meng Hao suddenly got an uneasy feeling. Han Qinglei's expression seemed to be the appropriate one, but Meng Hao simply couldn't believe that Han Qinglei, being qualified to join and maintain his position in the Echelon, would be so easily defeated. People like him would definitely have tricks up their sleeves.
It would be impossible for him to have overlooked the fact that if he retreated here because of being pursued by another, that this safe haven could be weakened because of the situation on the central battlefield.
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and he clenched his right hand, unleashing the Life-Extermination Fist onto the shield. The shield continued to hold strong, making it impossible for him to observe Han Qinglei with divine sense. Therefore, he decided that he might as well just do his best to destroy the shield; then all would be laid bare!
Booms filled the air, and the shield rippled. Meng Hao transformed into a gust of wind, battering the shield with fists and magical techniques. Soon, the shield was flickering with colorful lights, and emanating constant booms.
Han Qinglei's face fell as he looked at the shield. He knew full well that it wouldn't be able to last for very much longer, and that once it was broken open, there would be nothing stopping Meng Hao. Han Qinglei gritted his teeth, and an expression of determination appeared on his face. Suddenly, he began to laugh maniacally.
"I never imagined that I, Han Qinglei, would be forced into such a tight spot. Meng Hao… you're definitely strong enough to be in the Echelon. You might not be a match for the number one Echelon cultivator, but you're probably powerful enough to fight with Lin Cong from the Fourth Mountain.
"I didn't want to have my cultivation base breakthrough so soon, I was planning to hold off for a bit longer. I have no desire to be a first Echelon cultivator to break through to the Ancient Realm. After all, the more deeply you prepare in the Immortal Realm, the more powerful you will be after your breakthrough!
"But since you've pushed me this far, fine. I'm going to break through, and then we'll resume our battle!" Even as his words continued to echo about out, Han Qinglei performed a double-handed incantation gesture, then pushed his palm down onto his chest, causing cracking sounds to echo throughout his body. The aura of a cultivation base breakthrough exploded out, merging with the Windswept Realm as a whole.
Meng Hao's eyes widened, and his uneasy feeling got even stronger.
"When I wasn't attacking, his expression seemed normal. But that's not right. As soon as I attacked, he saw the shield falling apart, and then suddenly chose to make a cultivation base breakthrough…." Meng Hao frowned, but didn't stop unleashing attacks. More distortions appeared on the shield, and cracking sounds could be heard as fissures spread out. As the Eighth Nation suffered successive setbacks in the battle near the central temple, the red light shining from their pagoda continued to fall. At the same time, their shield grew weaker and weaker.
A boom could be heard as a huge crack spread out from where Meng Hao's fist had just slammed into the shield, piercing halfway into it. Soon, the Eighth Nation's beam of red light was the weakest among all of the Nine Nations. Meng Hao threw his head back and roared, unleashing the Essence of Divine Flame, causing popping sounds to ring out from the shield.
More cracks appeared, and then, in the blink of an eye, the shield collapsed into countless fragments, sending a shockwave sweeping out in all directions.
The shockwave was intense, but Meng Hao pierced through it, finally setting foot onto the Eighth Nation's mountain. He instantly sent his divine sense sweeping out toward Han Qinglei to determine whether or not his suspicions were valid.
However, in the moment that his divine sense was about to touch him, Han Qinglei's cultivation base erupted with the aura of a breakthrough. Colors flashed and the wind screamed, and soon, the power of the great Door of the Ancient Realm began to descend, scattering Meng Hao's divine sense.
Although all of this seemed coincidental, it all aligned with his suspicions. Everything seemed to make sense. In fact, he could now see that nothing which was happening was coincidental, in fact… it was the opposite!
Meng Hao's body blurred as he shot toward Han Qinglei, whose cultivation base was rising rapidly into the Ancient Realm. Seeing Meng Hao closing in, he clenched his teeth and, even while breaking through, performed an incantation gesture and waved his finger at Meng Hao. Immediately, illusory white bones appeared, which shot toward Meng Hao.
Behind the bones was a magical Wheel of Time, yet another unleashing of Paragon magic. Numerous divine abilities all struck out toward Meng Hao.
Rumbling echoed about, but Meng Hao didn't pause for a moment. He waved his right hand, summoning the Paragon Bridge. Next was the raging Essence of Divine Flame, which swept out in all directions. The illusory white bones were shattered, and the magical Wheel of Time was destroyed.
At the same time, Han Qinglei threw his head back and roared, causing azure lightning to strike down and fuse with his body. Then he extended his right hand and pushed it out toward Meng Hao.
The gesture caused his entire right arm to explode into a cloud of blood and gore. Shockingly, a bolt of azure lightning filled with a strand of blood shot out from the remnants of his destroyed arm. Instead of shooting toward Meng Hao, though, it exploded, transforming into an azure shield that surrounded Han Qinglei, the statue, and the entire mountain.
At the same time that the azure lightning transformed into a shield, Han Qinglei threw his head back and roared. The breakthrough energy became more and more powerful, and up above, the energy of Heaven and Earth formed together into something that looked like a huge door.
"You can't do a thing to me now, Meng Hao!" Han Qinglei cried, laughing uproariously.
However, in the exact moment that his words rang out, Meng Hao suddenly blinked his right eye nine times, causing the starstone there within to melt and then rapidly spread out to cover his entire body. In the space of a few breaths, he completely transformed into a planet.
This was none other than the Fang Clan Daoist magic… One Thought Stellar Transformation!
The sudden appearance of this technique caused Han Qinglei's eyes to widen. He hadn't seen Meng Hao use it in their previous encounter, and now, his heart started to pound. Before he could even do anything in response, Meng Hao in planet-form shot forward like a meteor. Anything standing in his way was like rotten wood, and he instantly slammed into the azure lightning shield.
A huge boom rang out as the shield shattered into pieces and Meng Hao burst in. The planet vanished, and Meng Hao appeared in normal form once again, directly in front of Han Qinglei. Instantly, his hand shot out and latched onto Han Qinglei's neck.
Han Qinglei could do nothing to block him, and his breakthrough process was interrupted.
"I knew it!" Meng Hao said calmly. As soon as his hand had touched Han Qinglei, his divine sense flowed through it and swept through Han Qinglei.
"You were aware the entire time your so-called breakthrough would fail.. In fact, you never even intended to break through!
"That's because this isn't even your true form. You're nothing but a clone!
"You tried to hide that fact from me with the aura of a breakthrough, plus, you kept my divine sense stuck outside your shield so that I couldn't see the truth."
"So what if you know?!" said Han Qinglei, laughing loudly, his expression one of derision. "My true form has long since fled! You won't be able to find him any time soon. Besides, you don't even have the time to go looking!"
No one in the Echelon was weak, neither in terms of cultivation base base nor intelligence!
"That's because you intentionally lured other Echelon cultivators here, right?" Meng Hao said coolly. "With the Eighth Nation's World Seal here as bait, plus the Ninth Nation's seal, the other Echelon members will be trying to kill me, giving you a chance to slip away."
His tone was tranquil, and his words calm. Han Qinglei had previously been quite smug because of his scheme, but all of a sudden, he got a bad feeling. Meng Hao was definitely completely beyond what he had expected.
"You…." He was just about to continue speaking when all of a sudden, the pressure weighing down on the Eighth Nation grew even more intense, seemingly doubling. That could only mean one thing; another Echelon cultivator had entered the Eighth Nation.
Meng Hao's expression was the same as ever as he viciously clenched his right hand. Han Qinglei's clone instantly exploded into pieces, completely destroyed!
The pursuit and dispatching of Han Qinglei's clone had gone quickly and cleanly. Meng Hao waved his right hand, ignoring anything that might be happening up in the sky behind him, and instead headed toward the statue, reaching out toward the flame of the World Seal in the statue's hand to grab it!
In that instant, a deep voice echoed out like thunder, filled with killing intent and somber dignity.
"That's not for you to take! Touch it, and I'll wipe out your entire clan!"
In conjunction with the voice, everything shook, and a huge wind rose up. The clouds parted to reveal a war chariot emanating a black light like a will of extermination. It radiated a domineering air and an intense pressure as it rumbled down from above.
The sinister chariot was being pulled by 1,000,000 souls, all of which were screaming fiercely, shaking the entire battlefield. As the chariot neared, darkness spread out like that of night, covering everything.
Standing in the chariot was a white-robed young man with long black hair and handsome features. He seemed threatening, although not angry, and he almost looked as if he had just emerged from the Yellow Springs, an emperor of death directing 1,000,000 dead souls into battle.
Each word he uttered boomed like thunder, crashing into Meng Hao's ears. The mere voice itself caused the Eighth Nation's National Aura Mountain to shake; cracks spread out, and the mountain seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.
Meng Hao started laughing as he looked up at the war chariot. Then his smile turned cold, and he said, "Wipe out my entire clan? You don't qualify!"
Even as he spoke, his hand reached the World Seal… and grabbed it!
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Chapter 1103: The Most Powerful Path of Immortality!
"How dare you!" The clouds above the Eighth Nation churned. The war chariot ripped through the air, pulled by 1,000,000 souls, causing the darkness of night to spread out rapidly. Standing in the chariot was Lin Cong from the Fourth Mountain. He looked like an emperor of death, wielding the power of the Yellow Springs, his voice echoing out like claps of thunder.
Meng Hao's face was calm, but inwardly, he was musing about how his previous assumption that he was at the absolute peak of the Immortal Realm had been proved wrong during his battle with Han Qinglei. Each and every person who joined the Echelon possessed different destinies and types of good fortune. They were all people who other cultivators simply couldn't compare to. You could say that each Echelon cultivator had their own unique path, and therefore… each member was different.
The paths were different, and thus, the Echelon cultivators were all different!
Han Qinglei's path had been somewhat discordant. He had his white bones and his azure lightning, but none of those things truly belonged to him alone. Therefore, despite the fact that he walked onto the path of the Echelon, when facing off with Meng Hao, it would be difficult to do anything except lose. Lose over and over again.
That was because Meng Hao had his own path to Immortality. That was the ancient way, the legendary and most powerful path, that of the Allheaven.
Now, he could see that this Echelon cultivator from the Fourth Mountain obviously had his own path too.
He wasn't sure exactly what path that was, and actually, he didn't even feel the need to know!
The path of the Allheaven Immortal was something that had already been legendary in the time of the primordial Paragon Immortal Realm. However, because many years had passed, it would have been virtually impossible for other paths to Immortality not to spring up in the other Mountains and Seas, paths which people would tread in the hopes of gaining greater power.
"Perhaps it has something to do with Paragon magic," he thought. "After all, you have to gain enlightenment of Paragon magic in order to get into the Echelon. Perhaps… there is some additional reason for the existence of the Echelon besides accomplishing Paragon Sea Dream's plan. Maybe it's also to see which path… leads to becoming the most powerful Paragon in the Heavens!" Meng Hao wasn't absolutely sure about this assessment. However, he was still about sixty to seventy percent sure that this was what was going on.
"Although, whatever other paths the Echelon cultivators tread, they will find that they are all dead ends when compared to mine. Even if they persist in walking further along those paths, they will find that the Allheaven Immortal… is the most powerful type of Immortal!
"I'm going to defeat all of them one by one, and then they'll understand the truth!" His eyes began to glitter with a brilliant light of confidence.
That confidence… was self-confidence. He was sure that he would travel the farthest, and that being an Allheaven Immortal… was the most powerful path of Immortality!
After these thoughts flashed through his mind, he decided to spend no more time thinking. He turned his gaze away from the Fourth Mountain's Echelon cultivator and his 1,000,000 souls, and instead retrieved the fire that represented the World Seal.
In the instant that he acquired the flame, an enraged roar could be heard echoing down from the sky. At the same time… a beam of light shot up from the area of the central temple.
The intense light caused everything to shake. It was far more intense than the light which had appeared when Meng Hao or when Han Qinglei had broken the previous records to successfully understand 100 Essences.
It was fully 3,000 meters wide as it shot through the Heavens. From a distance, it looked like a massive column connecting Heaven and Earth. Everyone in the entire Windswept Realm was able to see it, regardless of where they were!
The lands quaked, and the Heavens rumbled. The intense energy rippling out was unprecedented, vastly more powerful than on the previous two occasions. It was even possible to say that it was completely beyond compare.
The two before were like slivers of bamboo, whereas this one was as thick as an arm. Shocking peals of thunder rang out, causing all cultivators in the Windswept Realm to be thoroughly shaken.
The intense sound and shaking caused everyone near the central temple to look on with astonished expressions. The could do nothing but stare as the huge pillar of light shot up into the heavens and then transformed into a massive vortex.
Meng Hao stood next to the statue, holding the Eighth Nation's World Seal in his hand, and looked up at the vortex, a slight, cold smile touching his face.
"So, it's just as I suspected," he thought. "The first person to snatch a World Seal will break the previous record and provoke a blessing!"
That was one reason why Meng Hao was so confident, and also why he had been so calm. He didn't care who Han Qinglei got to come here, nor what other schemes he had in place. He was sure that if the first person to be enlightened regarding the National Aura received a blessing, and the first person to be enlightened regarding 100 Essences also got a blessing, then surely, the first person to win a World Seal would also receive a blessing, and a more powerful one at that.
Although it might seem like all these things happened over a long period of time, in fact, they happened almost instantly. Echelon cultivator Lin Cong from the Fourth Mountain flew through the air, causing everyone in the nation to involuntarily look up in shock.
In the sky above the central temple, the vortex rapidly grew larger. In the space of a few breaths of time, it covered the whole sky like a sheet, allowing everyone suddenly gain a glimpse of another world.
It was the same world which had appeared before, a world of mountains and statues. If you looked closely at those statues and mountains, you would see that they were split almost evenly.
Furthermore, within that world were four statues and five mountains that stuck out among all the others. Those statues were the largest statues in the world, as if all the other statues were children in comparison.
The five mountains were similarly taller than all of the other mountains, as if no one had ever been able to subjugate them and turn them into statues. The four statues and five mountains were filled with indescribable ripples of force which, if they spread out into the world, would shake everything.
Numerous mountains and statues floated about, but the four statues and five mountains stuck out the most. They were like the nucleus of the entire world. As of this moment, the first statue began to emanate rumbling sounds, and then suddenly collapsed into pieces, which crumbled down and then reformed into a new statue.
That statue… depicted Meng Hao!
Instantly, Meng Hao's appearance was revealed to everyone in the Windswept Realm. They could also see that this statue looked completely different than the first statue that had appeared when he had broken the record and reached the peak of the world!
He was the focus of all attention, causing everyone to tremble with shock!
An ancient voice suddenly rang out: "Meng Hao of the Ninth Nation has broken the previous record. He defeated Han Qinglei of the Eighth Nation, and wrested away the Eighth Nation's World Seal. He is the first person to win a World Seal, and will be rewarded with twenty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm!"
The voice echoed throughout the entire Windswept Realm, to be heard by everyone. People gasped, and looks of astonishment appeared. This reward was even more amazing than in the previous two. This time, it was twenty percent of the qi of the entire Windswept Realm!
It was difficult to even contemplate what it meant for a single person to acquire twenty percent of the qi flow of the entire world. It was as if Meng Hao were being favored by the entire Windswept Realm.
All of a sudden, Meng Hao was surrounded by an invisible tempest, a tempest that no one could see, and only he could sense.
His mind trembled as he heard what sounded like countless voices, voices which were apparently the prayers and entreaties of countless living beings from the Windswept Realm, over the course of innumerable years.
Furthermore, Meng Hao felt the Windswept Realm's power of rejection vanish. No longer was it trying to expel him. Instead, it approved of him, as if he were now mysteriously connected to the Realm.
That connection caused Meng Hao to begin to pant. He could only imagine how much easier that connection would make it for him to understand the Essences. However, that was secondary. At the moment, he could now sense something like the will of the Windswept Realm.
What caused him to pant even more than anything else was that the will of the Windswept Realm now viewed him with kindness, and wished to protect him!!
Twenty percent of the qi flow… indicated that any opponent who faced him directly could be struck dead by lightning!
Furthermore, if that qi flow ever reached one hundred percent….
Then, even if Meng Hao were a mortal who could wield no magic whatsoever, he would still be like an Imperial Lord within the Windswept Realm.
He closed his eyes and focused fully on connecting with the will of the Windswept Realm within the tempest.
Meanwhile, in the First Nation, the most powerful Echelon cultivator sat there cross-legged. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and they were filled with unprecedented focus.
"Qi flow," he murmured. "So, this reward is qi flow too. That's completely different than in times past!!" The cultivators sitting around him all looked very serious.
A similar scene played out in the Second Nation!
However, on the Third Nation's National Aura Mountain was a cultivator who was not from the Third Mountain, but had an Echelon mark on his forehead nonetheless. He was a middle-aged man, and currently, he was frowning.
"I WILL lead the Windswept Realm back to prominence!" he murmured coldly, his eyes flickering with killing intent. "As the former sole Imperial Lord of the Windswept Realm, what reason do you have to resist me!?"
The Third Nation was special, but as for the Fifth Nation, the Sixth Nation, and the Seventh Nation….
All members of the Echelon, and all other cultivators, were shaken by the reward being given to Meng Hao. At the same time, Meng Hao's name was deeply imprinted onto their hearts.
In the Sixth Nation was a young woman, currently involved in a deadly chase. Her face was pale, and she was now being pursued by even more people than before.
"Three records broken, and two of them were him!" she thought.
As she sped through the air, she looked up at the statue of Meng Hao in the sky, and a gleam of anticipation appeared in her eyes.
"Soon…. I have the feeling that we'll be meeting soon," she murmured. "Meng Hao… could you be the person I've been waiting for? If you are… then I'll help you become the most powerful cultivator in the Echelon. That's my mission….
"If it's not you, well then I'll just have to go with the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain."
This woman was none other than Xue'er, the successor of Immortal Ancient.
As these world-shaking events occurred, in a city of mortals in the Eighth Nation, a young student sat in a house reading a bamboo scroll. Actually, he only appeared to be reading, and was in fact trembling slightly.
He could sense all of the things happening in the world outside. You could even say that those things were happening because of him!
After a long moment, he put the bamboo scroll down and looked out of the window up into the sky. His face darkened, and after a moment of hesitation, he sighed.
"Meng Hao…. So that's why you were so calm. You were banking on the reward from the Windswept Realm!
"Perhaps everything that happened in the battle went according to your plans. Meng Hao… the Echelon cultivator from the Ninth Mountain. I'm going to remember you!" That seemingly mortal young student was… Han Qinglei!
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Chapter 1104: Killing You… Will Only Take Seven Steps!
Han Qinglei stood there silently, sighing inwardly. Once again, the desire to fight burned in his eyes.
He kept telling himself that he was in the Echelon, a Chosen among blazing suns. He could accept being defeated in battle, but he couldn't accept being humiliated!
From the moment he had entered the Eighth Nation, he had parted ways with his clone, using it to distract Meng Hao so that his true form would be able to evade detection. Then he had used a secret magic to stifle his aura and escape to this place.
Without the clone to distract Meng Hao, his secret magic alone would not have been enough to escape undetected. One of the unique aspects of this technique was that the longer he used it, the more difficult it would be to see through it.
What he had needed was time, which was why he had sent his clone to take his place.
"Lin Cong is the second most powerful among the Echelon, and I'm no match for him. Meng Hao might have been able to beat me, but to defeat Lin Cong… will be extremely difficult!
"Seven current members of the Echelon stepped into the Ancient Realm in the past, but after realizing that their paths were incorrect, they intentionally lowered their cultivation bases with the purpose of breaking through again later. Each successive time they break through, they become more powerful!
"Lin Cong is so strong that it's impossible to determine how many times he's broken through into the Ancient Realm, only to drop back down….
"Those things don't have much to do with me, though. Since I can't keep hold of the Eighth Nation's seal, it would be better to curry favor by handing it over someone else, than to give it to Meng Hao. This also means I won't be hunted down, so one of these days, I'll have a chance to make my comeback!" Han Qinglei's eyes glittered, and he took a deep breath. Finally, he bowed his head and continued to hide his presence. He wanted to use another secret magic to observe the battle between Meng Hao and Lin Cong, but after some consideration, decided against it.
He felt sure that Meng Hao was no match for Lin Cong, and yet, wasn't completely certain. Meng Hao's calm face hovered there in his mind's eye, and after a moment of thought, he made up his mind.
Although he chose not to observe the battle, the Echelon cultivators in the other nations all used various secret magics, and utilized significant resources, to be able to observe the battle.
This fight was not just a chance to see how strong Lin Cong was, it was also an opportunity to see Meng Hao's battle prowess, which would help them be prepared for future encounters.
Glowing screens appeared in front of each of the various members of the Echelon. Those screens all depicted the National Aura Mountain in the Eighth Nation!
Currently, Lin Cong bore down on the mountain in shocking fashion, causing everything to shake. As he neared, his rage erupted.
"Dammit! All of that… should be mine!!
"You're stealing the qi flow of the Windswept Realm that belongs to me. Well then… I guess I'll just have to kill you!!" Lin Cong's voice echoed out, and his war chariot rumbled as he bore down on Meng Hao. He extended his hand and waved a finger at Meng Hao.
Immediately, the 1,000,000 souls leading the chariot issued intense screams, then spread out like a sea of dead souls, covering everything. They transformed into a gigantic hand, which then smashed down viciously toward Meng Hao as he stood there on the mountain peak.
Meng Hao looked up, and his eyes snapped open. The invisible wind which surrounded him split apart, and despite the fact that Meng Hao clearly didn't make a single move, dozens of lightning bolts suddenly appeared in midair. They stabbed down, smashing into the ground in front of Meng Hao, blocking the enormous, pitch-black hand of dead souls.
This… was one of the benefits Meng Hao received after acquiring twenty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm!
Protection provided by Heaven and Earth!
Booms echoed out as the lightning slammed into the 1,000,000 dead souls. They screamed as the enormous hand collapsed into pieces in front of Meng Hao, incapable of even touching him.
Almost in the exact moment that the 1,000,000 souls fell apart, Meng Hao's energy spiked through the roof!
"Killing you… will only take seven steps!" he said.
In accompaniment with his domineering words, his cultivation base rocketed higher and higher, and a domineering aura spread out in all directions. He did not retreat. He did not dance about with fancy fighting moves. He just went in for the kill!
However, when his words entered the ears of the other Echelon cultivators in the other nations, they were met with cold laughter.
"This Meng Hao is way too arrogant and conceited. He thinks he can kill Lin Cong with only seven steps? Not even the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain could do that! What makes Meng Hao think he can!?"
"Lin Cong is powerful. He might be quite a bit beneath the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain, but it's real grandstanding for Meng Hao to claim that he can kill him with seven steps!"
In the First Nation, the most powerful Echelon cultivator, the white robed young man from the First Mountain, coolly said, "It's good to be confident, but reality won't match up."
Of course, Meng Hao couldn't hear the words being spoken. However, even if he could, he wouldn't pay them the slightest heed. His path was that of the legendary Allheaven Immortal, and in his heart, he knew that to be the most powerful path. To tread such a path required unflinching determination. Furthermore… he would crush anything that stood in his path, walk to the peak, and smash all the other Echelon cultivators. He would use his actions… to show that he was the most powerful in the Echelon!
BOOM!
Meng Hao stepped forward to begin the Seven God Steps.
Lin Cong in his war chariot threw his head back and laughed. It was an icy laughter, filled with both killing intent and fury.
Never had anyone in his generation dared to say anything like that to him before. Only seven steps… were needed to kill him? The domineering air of those words prompted Lin Cong to laugh maniacally.
"Not even the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain would be confident enough to say something like that to me. Meng Hao, you're the first!" By the time Lin Cong's words finished echoing out, Meng Hao had taken his first step!
That step took him from the peak of the mountain to a position in midair. He was now in front of the chariot, causing the scattered remnants of the dead souls to tremble and flee in all directions. They were screaming, as if there were some powerful energy exploding off of Meng Hao, something that, if it struck them, would exterminate them for all eternity!
As the dead souls screamed, Meng Hao unleashed a punch.
The Life-Extermination Fist!
That fist slammed into the war chariot, unleashing a massive force onto Lin Cong. Lin Cong was just about to use some divine abilities and magical techniques, but the force interrupted him. His face fell when he heard a muffled boom coming from his war chariot, which was then shoved backward by 300 meters!
Boundlessly domineering!
In the same moment that the war chariot was thrown back, Meng Hao took a second step. His energy once again erupted, making him multiple times more powerful than before.
Heaven and Earth shook as the step landed him in front of the war chariot once again, whereupon he unleashed yet another punch!
Yet again, the Life-Extermination Fist! As boundlessly domineering as before!
Booms rang out as the war chariot, with Lin Cong inside of it, was shaken violently. Yet again, his magical techniques were interrupted. From the very beginning until now, he hadn't even had a chance to fight back!
"He's not just getting in lucky shots!" he thought, inwardly shaken.
You couldn't blame him, really. Anyone who ended up fighting Meng Hao would encounter the same domineering battle tactics. He destroyed opportunities to attack, and would always aim to seize the initiative, and the first blow!
Everyone back in the Ninth Mountain and Sea had experienced that, and now, it was time for other cultivators to learn exactly how domineering Meng Hao was!
Three steps, three punches! Booms echoed out continuously as the chariot was again shoved backward!
Four steps, four punches! Massive rumbling filled the air as Meng Hao dazzlingly set out to prove that he could back up the domineering nature of his words and kill Lin Cong with only seven steps!
If he could, then his self-confidence would grow even greater, his momentum even stronger. His name would rocket to the very top of the Echelon!
Even if Lin Cong didn't die in the end, in the future, his mental state would collapse whenever he saw Meng Hao.
Lin Cong was flabbergasted at how he was being completely subjugated!!
"This is impossible! No one in my generation has ever completely suppressed me during a fight!!"
Booms shook the sky as Meng Hao attacked with frantic madness. Four steps. Four punches!
Each one of those punches was the Life-Extermination Fist, which continuously interrupted Lin Cong's magical techniques, making it very difficult for him to unleash any magic at all. The fourth punch caused cracks to spread out over his war chariot, which then exploded into pieces.
Lin Cong let out a bellow of rage and waved his hand, using the opportunity to try to release a divine ability. The will of death swirled around him, as if the Yellow Springs themselves were rising up from the underworld.
He had to go all-out with everything to fight back. He couldn't allow Meng Hao to build up any more momentum, or for himself to be any further suppressed. He was suddenly shocked to realize that if things kept going the way they were, then it wasn't necessarily impossible… for Meng Hao to actually kill him with seven steps!!
However… just when he was on the verge of unleashing his divine ability, Meng Hao took a fifth step. His energy shot up explosively, far past anything from before. The Heavens flickered, and a huge wind screamed up, making the qi flow of the Windswept Realm even more evident.
When he took that fifth step, he appeared directly in front of Lin Cong, whereupon he… unleashed yet another punch!
This was a different strike, not the Life-Extermination Fist, but rather, the blow of Self-Immolation, the Bedevilment Fist!
It was an insanity the likes of which could sacrifice anything, even one's own life, to enter a state of mad Bedevilment, which was then materialized into a punch. As of this moment, only one thought existed inside of Meng Hao's head.
Because he was Bedeviled, that fist possessed both form and will!
Lin Cong's eyes went wide, and his heart filled with astonishment. He was aware before that Meng Hao was not weak; after all, he had defeated Han Qinglei. However, he had never imagined that Meng Hao would be this powerful!
From his view, Meng Hao's power didn't come from his cultivation base, but rather his style of fighting. It was a style that used a completely domineering momentum, it left the opponent incapable of even breathing, all the way until they were destroyed.
Meng Hao's way of fighting was something completely unique, something he had never before encountered.
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE!
One shocking punch destroyed Lin Cong's divine ability as if it were a rotten log. The mad, Bedeviled fist exploded on toward Lin Cong, bursting with power.
Blood oozed out of Lin Cong's mouth as he was shoved backward. He let out a miserable shriek, feeling completely and utterly humiliated as Meng Hao took a sixth step!
When that step landed, the world crackled with thunder. Countless lightning bolts exploded up around him as his energy flew even higher. Even the mountain down below was shaking violently; cracks appeared as if it would fall apart at any moment.
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Chapter 1105: What Did You Just Say?!
The shattering of the sky grew even more apparent. Cracks rapidly formed and closed up, leaving behind what looked like scars. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about Meng Hao, and yet, he had suddenly become a larger-than-life figure, like a giant who stood on equal footing with the Heavens.
A terrifying aura rose up from him as he took his sixth step, and unleashed the sixth punch!
It was the Bedevilment Fist yet again, the strike of Self-Immolation. However, this strike was delivered even more directly than before, and the domineering power of Meng Hao's energy seemed to fuse with Heaven and Earth.
When the strike landed, Lin Cong let out a miserable scream. He bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into majestic Yellow Springs that swept out in all directions.
Massive booms could be heard as the Yellow Springs were destroyed. Meng Hao was slightly injured, and yet, the killing intent in his eyes had not lessened.
"Last step!" he said, taking the seventh step in unison with the destruction of the Yellow Springs.
It was as if the entire world ground to a halt, and was replaced by Meng Hao. With the assistance of twenty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm, Meng Hao could fuse with the lands, as if… he were the embodiment of the will of Heaven!
The entire world began to burst; Meng Hao was like a divine spirit that represented the will of Heaven, becoming its embodiment as he fused with Heaven and Earth!
His foot landed, and it was as if the Heavens were crushing the lands beneath. His fist was like Heaven and Earth, destroying all living things. It was as if Meng Hao were the most respected entity in all creation.
That was because this was…
The God-Slaying Fist!
When the God-Slaying Fist was unleashed, the Echelon cultivators in the other nations watching the battle let out successive gasps. They had watched Meng Hao's terrifying momentum grow with each step, had seen the wild and Devilish energy building up, had witnessed his intensely domineering style. It instantly left a deep impression on everyone, and caused them to tremble in astonishment.
The Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain, the white-robed youth, felt his eyes going wide as an expression of shock filled his face. Meng Hao's way of fighting left even him astonished. Meng Hao seized the initiative and pressed forward, crushing everything in front of him like dead weeds.
All of the Echelon cultivators were completely astonished by this fist strike.
"What fist strike is that?!"
"It might not be impossible… for him to actually kill Lin Cong with only seven steps!!"
"This Meng Hao is actually incredibly strong! Han Qinglei couldn't match up to him, and it looks like Lin Cong is also going to be defeated…. He might be qualified to fight for the spot of the number one most powerful cultivator in the Echelon!!"
At this point, Lin Cong performed a double-handed incantation gesture, then shoved his hands out in front of him.
"Holy Requiem Skull!!" he roared. Shockingly, a Paragon magic appeared, an enormous, golden skull!
The surface of the skull was covered with innumerable magical symbols, tightly packed in a way that seemed to encompass a will of death that mourned for all living things.
The Holy Requiem Skull was Lin Cong's Paragon magic. By gaining enlightenment of this skull, he was able to craft a Paragon magic, and thus enter Paragon Sea Dream's Echelon!
Becoming part of the Echelon completely changed his destiny, allowing him to rise to prominence in the Fourth Mountain. With the secret support of Ksitigarbha, he had survived numerous deadly trials, and had defended his place in the Echelon.
All of those numerous battles gave him complete and utter control over his Paragon magic, a power which enabled him to peer ahead into the future of the battle!
He was able to find the weaknesses in all other Daoist magics, he was also able to predict what actions his opponents would take. He would then use all of that information to his advantage. Even more shocking to his opponents was that he could see visions of their future.
Because of that, and thanks to the tips and pointers given him by Ksitigarbha, the path of Immortality that he treaded was essentially the same as that of Ksitigarbha! It was a unique path of Immortality that was like striding out from death into a new life!
However, his Paragon magic required a significant expenditure of mental energy, and therefore, he rarely used it. However, having been forced into a corner by Meng Hao's domineering style, he was left with no choice but to utilize this most powerful Paragon magic.
However, as soon as he unleashed his Holy Requiem Skull Paragon magic, Lin Cong's face completely fell. The only thing he saw in his vision was that there was no way for him to escape from the power of Meng Hao's fist strike.
There were no gaps!
There was no way to escape!
He was even able to determine that after Meng Hao's strike landed, he didn't plan to follow up with any divine abilities or magical techniques. It was as if… Meng Hao was completely and utterly confident that this fist and this step would utterly eradicate Lin Cong!
"How could this be!?" he thought, shaking mentally. He tried to back up, but Meng Hao's killing intent exploded out, as if the God-Slaying Fist were capable of eradicating all living things in Heaven and Earth!
It would land on Lin Cong, and there was nothing he could do about it!
Tears of blood seeped out of Lin Cong's eyes. After madly depleting his mental energy to use his Paragon magic at this critical juncture, he was able to glimpse a bit of the future.
The only result of that flashing vision was that Lin Cong's face fell.
He had no time to think. Eyes bloodshot, he viciously sent the gold-colored Holy Requiem Skull rumbling forward to try to block Meng Hao's incoming fist strike.
Meng Hao hadn't lost even a bit of momentum. He was backed by the will of Heaven and Earth, so no matter what tried to block his path, it would be brushed aside with ease. There was nothing that could stand in the way of his surging energy.
That was because Meng Hao's God-Slaying Fist was backed by the qi flow of the Windswept Realm, utilizing the will of Heaven to take it to the absolute peak!
Anything and everything would be reduced to rubble in the face of this fist!
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE!
Meng Hao's God-Slaying Fist slammed into the golden skull, causing massive rumbling to echo out. The skull trembled and then exploded into pieces, allowing Meng Hao's fist to slam into Lin Cong's chest.
Cracking sounds could be heard, and Lin Cong let out a bloodcurdling scream. His body hurled backward like a kite with its string cut. All the bones in his body shattered, and in the blink of an eye, he exploded. His chest erupted in a fountain of blood, which spread out in all directions until his entire body was destroyed, with the exception of his head!
By now, all spectators in the Windswept Realm were completely and utterly shocked, filled with pounding waves of astonishment. To witness something happening that moments ago had seemed impossible, led to unparalleled stupefaction.
In the First Nation, the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain, the white-robed young man, had been sitting there cross-legged moments ago. Now, he was standing, staring at the screen along with all of his followers, whose faces were covered with complete disbelief.
They all knew Lin Cong, and because of that, the scene which was playing out in front of them was completely astounding.
"He… he actually did it!!" the followers gasped.
The Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain looked at the screen and then suddenly smiled, although it was a smile of complete coldness. His eyes flickered with a bright light as he said, "This guy does qualify to fight me."
In the Second Nation, on the National Aura Mountain, everything was freezing cold. Countless snowflakes swirled around a man who sat there on the mountain peak. He wore a blue robe, and he was the Echelon cultivator from the Second Mountain. His features were cold, but his eyes narrowed as he watched the ice screen in front of him, and the image of Meng Hao upon it.
He seemed calm on the outside, but inwardly, he was rocked by waves of shock.
In the Third Nation, a strange scene was playing out. One hundred cultivators sat cross-legged on the National Aura Mountain. At their head was a middle-aged man wearing an Imperial robe. His face was extremely dark and sinister.
"Is this Meng Hao a variable thrown in by the Windswept Imperial Lord…?"
The pudgy Echelon cultivator in the Fifth Nation, the young boy in the Sixth Nation, and the murderous youth in the Seventh Nation, all watched with flickering faces and trembling hearts.
Earlier, they didn't think that Meng Hao could kill Lin Cong with a handful of steps, but now they had personally witnessed the battle, and seen Meng Hao's power and domineering style. It instantly turned into a massive pressure weighing down on them.
Now, not a one of them dared to underestimate Meng Hao. Although they coveted his two World Seals, as of now, they were forced to weigh the risks associated with trying to take them.
You could say that Meng Hao's battle just now had completely cowed the Echelon cultivators in the Windswept Realm.
At the same time that all the Echelon cultivators were shaken by Meng Hao, Lin Cong's body exploded in the air above the Eighth Nation. Just when his head seemed on the verge of exploding, killing him in body and spirit, golden light suddenly began to shine up from the shattered golden skull. It transformed into a golden vortex which surrounded Lin Cong's head, as if to teleport him away.
There was still a bit of life force left in Lin Cong's head, thanks to his special way of practicing cultivation. As long as he still had his head, he could recover, although it came with a heavy price, including a drop in cultivation base.
In the moment that he was about to teleport away, Meng Hao's energy suddenly rose up even higher than before, and he said, "Think you can just leave? Exterminate!"
The words were spoken softly, but in that moment, an enormous, shocking foot appeared!
The foot seemed to obfuscate the entire sky, and when it appeared, it began to crush down onto Lin Cong, shattering natural law, destroying Essence!
This was the ultimate power of the Seven God Steps!
The previous seven steps were just a buildup of momentum and energy, leading up to this explosive, exterminating attack.
An intense sensation of deadly crisis filled Lin Cong. He had experienced such feelings before in his life, but this was the most intense it had ever been. Even his battle with the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain hadn't been so terrifying and shocking.
There was no possible way he could have ever imagined that Meng Hao… would be so powerful!!
When he saw the foot descending, he realized he didn't have time to complete the teleportation. He knew that he was about to die, so he let out a powerful howl that echoed out in all directions.
"Meng Hao, if I die, Xu Qing dies too!" Those words entered Meng Hao's ears like the crash of zillions of thunderclaps. His entire body began to shake. 1
"What did you just say!?" His heart began to pound in a way it rarely did, even causing his divine ability to become unstable. The enormous foot in the sky trembled, and because of his mental instability, his momentum faltered, and his energy began to wane.
Upon leaving Planet South Heaven, he had asked his father about Xu Qing. Fang Xiufeng had told him that he left some divine will on Xu Qing to protect her during reincarnation. Finding out her final destination when she was actually reincarnated was a matter of fortune and timing, but Fang Xiufeng had assured him that he didn't need to worry.
Even still, and even after so many years had passed, Meng Hao still worried about it occasionally. His original plan had been to wait until he left the Nine Seas God World, and then go back to Planet South Heaven to find out more about the situation. After all, she was his wife, his beloved partner. Although he didn't often think about the matter, to hear Lin Cong say what he just did filled Meng Hao's mind with crashing waves of shock.
1. Lin Cong talked to Xu Qing in chapter 1058
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Chapter 1106: Slaughtering Into the Fourth Nation!
In the moment that the instability of Meng Hao's divine ability caused the enormous foot to grind to a momentary halt, Lin Cong's head finally got its opportunity to flee. The golden vortex covered his head, then began to spin rapidly. Finally, Lin Cong's head vanished.
The vortex then transformed into countless motes of golden dust, which then vanished as well.
Meng Hao's face darkened as he looked at the spot where Lin Cong had vanished. His mind was still being battered by waves of astonishment. Xu Qing's place in his heart was something that he didn't allow anyone to touch; it was his weak spot.
Xu Qing was his wife, to whom he had sworn his vows in front of Heaven and Earth. He had watched her beauty fade as he held her in his arms, looked on as her soul entered the Underworld River. They had agreed…
To meet again after she was reincarnated.
Meng Hao could never have predicted that he would hear Xu Qing's name come out of Lin Cong's mouth in this place. It was something that caused his eyes to glow with infinite coldness.
This was his first time encountering Lin Cong, and he knew that it was also the first time Lin Cong had ever seen him. Therefore… for him to say Xu Qing's name indicated that Lin Cong… had seen her in her reincarnated form!
Then he thought about where Lin Cong came from, and a tremor ran through him. "That means there's an eighty percent likelihood that Xu Qing is on the Fourth Mountain!
"But how could Lin Cong possibly know about the relationship between me and Xu Qing?" Then he thought about Lin Cong's Paragon magic, and the familiar aura he had sensed, and he understood everything. What Lin Cong had seen was not something that he could use to defend against the God-Slaying Fist. Instead, he saw the connection between Meng Hao and Xu Qing!
A moment later, Meng Hao's eyes began to flicker with killing intent as he recalled Lin Cong's words.
If I die, Xu Qing dies too!
"Lin Cong, you're courting death!" he said, looking up. Then he took a step forward. He did not return to the Ninth Nation, but instead, didn't hesitate for a moment as he headed toward the Fourth Nation.
As of this moment, World Seals weren't important, and Mount Whiteseal wasn't important. The only important thing… were clues about Xu Qing, and… what Lin Cong had just said!
Without clarifying these matters, how could he possibly return to the Ninth Nation? Even if he did, his heart would be in chaos, and he wouldn't be able to remain calm.
Rumbling filled the air as Meng Hao slashed through the air in a beam of light, flying like a bolt of lightning. Dust kicked up as he sped faster and faster, his killing intent rising.
Soon, he was nearing the border of the Eighth Nation. He would not enter the Seventh Nation; but rather, head through the region of the central temple. After all, that was the fastest way to reach the Fourth Nation.
He had no way to know whether or not Lin Cong took this route, but there was no time to pause and consider the matter. He sped along, soon leaving the Eighth Nation and entering the region of the central temple.
When he looked down, he saw the fierce, bloody fighting, and the countless soldiers engaged in battle. The entire land was stained red with blood.
He merely glanced at it as he sped by, piercing through the air with shocking momentum. The other cultivators from the Mountain and Sea Realm saw him, and were instantly shocked.
"That's Meng Hao!"
"That's the Echelon cultivator from the Ninth Nation, Meng Hao!"
"Why is he here?"
Although none of these people had witnessed his battle with Lin Cong like the Echelon cultivators had, they knew that he had broken two of the previous three records. It was something that filled most of them with incredible awe and fear.
There were some fools among them whose greed and avarice was awakened as soon as they laid eyes on Meng Hao. From what they understood, if you could kill someone in the Echelon, then you could get their Echelon mark.
Not too long after Meng Hao entered the central temple region, a stream of sword light suddenly sped through the air toward him. The sword qi was shocking, filled with a murderous air, and was apparently imbued with natural law as it stabbed toward Meng Hao's neck.
"You just showed up, why are you running away?!" someone said coldly. The attack was made by a middle-aged cultivator, but he wasn't the only aggressor. Two other cultivators shot toward Meng Hao from off to the side.
In other circumstances, Meng Hao might be filled with a desire to hunt them down and kill them, or might just ignore them. But in his anxiety-filled state, there was only one fate in store for anyone who got in his way.
Instant death!
His eyes were bright red as he extended his hand, grabbing the incoming flying sword, then sending it speeding back in the direction it had come from.
The speed with which it moved now vastly exceeded its previous speed. Intense, incomparable energy propelled the sword forward. The sword itself could not withstand the force propelling it, and began to collapse, starting from the tip. Before it could even collapse by half, though, it stabbed into the forehead of the cultivator who had thrown it so hard that even the hilt blasted through him.
The speed was so indescribable that, despite the extraordinary cultivation base of the middle-aged cultivator, he didn't even qualify to try to dodge it. He was dead instantly.
This scene caused the other two cultivators to gasp and fall back. Other restless cultivators off in the distance looked on with shock, and didn't dare to attempt to get in Meng Hao's way.
Since no one dared to block him, Meng Hao shot through the central temple region, quickly reaching the area where it bordered the Fourth Nation.
Many of the cultivators behind him looked on with shocked faces.
"He actually went through the entire central temple region?"
"How is that possible? The pressure there is incredible! Misfortune will befall anyone who enters there. Not even other Echelon cultivators would dare to go in there, and yet… he did!?"
"Could it be… because of the twenty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm?" Everyone was shocked as Meng Hao sped off.
Meanwhile, Lin Cong's head appeared on the National Aura Mountain of the Fourth Nation. The head promptly withered, causing Lin Cong to let out a howl. Blue veins popped out, and then veins and arteries began to snake down out of his neck. They grew longer and longer, quickly forming the outline of a body. His face was now pale white, but he bit his tongue again and then roared. Next, bones began to form inside of that body.
A recovery like this was one of indescribable pain, and an incredible price had to be paid…one that he could barely manage. Furthermore, he would experience a cultivation base loss that would be impossible to recover from easily.
However, all of that was better than dying.
"Meng Hao, I'm not going to let you get away with this!" he growled, his expression vicious. As his body reformed, he threw his head back and howled. Venomous rage appeared in his eyes. Just as Meng Hao had suspected, his Holy Requiem Skull had given him a glimpse, not of a way to survive the fist strike, but rather, another vision.
He had seen the Fourth Mountain, and Meng Hao, surrounded by a sea of blood and mountains of corpses. It was as if Meng Hao had traveled there amidst endless slaughter.
In the vision, he saw Xu Qing. She and Meng Hao were looking at each other, their gazes soft.
The vision not only caused him to feel jealous, it gave him the opportunity he needed.
"Faster, must go faster!
"I don't know exactly what type of relationship Xu Qing and Meng Hao have, but seeing how nervous he got, she's obviously his weak spot. As soon as I said her name, he just about went crazy. He's definitely on his way here to kill me!
"I have to recover so that I can flee!" He gritted his teeth hard as his body restored itself. Time passed. More than an hour went by, during which time he continued to pay a heavy price for the recovery process.
When his body finally reappeared, he coughed up a massive mouthful of blood. This body was incredibly weak; he now possessed only about sixty percent of his original cultivation base.
This was actually the weakest he had ever been since joining the Echelon. His face was ashen as he reached up and grabbed the World Seal from the statue. He then flew off of the National Aura Mountain, eyes glittering as he was surrounded by four figures, those followers of his whom he had brought with him to the Windswept Realm.
After a moment of hesitation, a look of determination could be seen in his eyes, and he said, "Activate the Stellar Alteration Grand Magic!"
His four followers didn't respond. However, their appearances gradually began to change until they all looked like Lin Cong. Even their auras seemed the same. Then, they sped off in four different directions.
As for Lin Cong, he picked a different direction to flee in.
Almost in the same instant that Lin Cong's four followers sped off, incredible pressure suddenly weighed down on the Fourth Nation. The lands quaked and the air distorted; Lin Cong and his four followers all trembled.
"He's here! How could he be so fast!? This is impossible!!" Lin Cong said, his face falling. He instantly unleashed a secret magic, dispersing his aura and fleeing at top speed.
Meng Hao's killing intent raged as he entered the Fourth Nation. He immediately sent his divine sense out and, in the blink of an eye, sensed the five auras. He frowned, then sped toward the nearest one.
Booms echoed out through the Fourth Nation. It only took the space of ten breaths for him to reach the source of one of Lin Cong's auras, and what he found was a cultivator who looked exactly like Lin Cong.
As soon as the cultivator saw him, his face fell, and he backed up. Meng Hao waved a finger to employ the Eighth Demon Sealing Hex, causing the man to lurch to a stop.
Next, his entire world was overturned by Meng Hao's palm, which latched onto the top of his head.
"Soulsearch!" Meng Hao's voice was as cold as the wind in the middle of winter. When it blew past the cultivator's ears, the man's head filled with indescribable pain. He began to tremble, and then screamed.
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Chapter 1107: Goal: Number One in the Echelon!
The cultivator's face twisted, and screams of pain echoed out in all directions. Everyone who heard them was shocked to the core, and could scarcely even imagine how such pain could be possible. It was something almost beyond description. 1
At best, you could say it felt like a hand being shoved into your brain and rifling around violently. Blood sprayed from the cultivator's mouth, and he suddenly went as stiff as a board. He was dead.
Despite his death, his corpse still adhered to Meng Hao's hand, and did not fall to the ground.
After a few breaths of time, Meng Hao's eyes glittered.
"Lin Cong, huh…? So you turned your four followers into doppelgängers to try to pull a fast one on me!" He lowered his hand, and the cultivator's corpse dropped toward the ground. Before it could even land, Meng Hao had shot off into the distance.
He sent his divine sense out into a wide area, looking for Lin Cong's true form. However, Lin Cong's magical technique was strange, and Meng Hao could find no weaknesses in it. The remaining four figures sped rapidly off in different directions. Another strange thing was that their auras were all slowly fading. It wouldn't be too long before they would disappear from Meng Hao's divine sense altogether.
Lin Cong's original plan had been to ensure that there was no aura for Meng Hao to detect at all. If he did spend time searching, at most, he would find the four cultivators he had switched bodies with.
However, Lin Cong could never have predicted that Meng Hao would arrive in the Fourth Nation so quickly. Instead of crossing through the other nations, he had chosen to pass directly over the central temple.
That formed a kink in his plan!
However, everything could be resolved as long as enough time passed. Meng Hao gave a cold harrumph. He patted his bag of holding, and numerous blackpod imps flew out, which he sent screaming out in all directions. They were like black bolts of lighting, emanating murderous auras.
Under the control of Meng Hao's divine sense, they sped out in pursuit, whereas Meng Hao did nothing. He did no pursuing whatsoever. He simply hovered there in midair above the Fourth Nation, equidistant from all of the fleeing versions of Lin Cong.
His method for determining which one was Lin Cong was a simple one. He would just wait to see what happened when the blackpod imps tried to possess the four different figures. Success or failure didn't matter; either way he would get some clues.
Soon, he looked up.
"Gotcha!" he said, vanishing.
Meanwhile, near the border between the Fourth and Third Nations, Lin Cong had an extremely unsightly look on his face. He was surrounded by more than ten screaming blackpod imps, all of whom were trying to possess him.
"What are these things!?" Lin Cong had a powerful cultivation base, but right now, he was reduced to about sixty percent of his power. As for the blackpod imps, their possession technique was bizarre. If they failed, they would transform it into a piercing divine sense attack that Lin Cong was having a hard time dealing with. A sensation of deadly crisis welled up in him, and he began to tremble.
As the feeling of imminent death grew stronger, he began to shake even more violently.
"I'm NOT going to die here!!" Filled with regret, he sent a mighty wind blowing out to drive away the seemingly unkillable blackpod imps. Then he gritted his teeth and, despite his weakened form, once again unleashed his Paragon magic!
The golden Holy Requiem Skull materialized in front of him, not as a way to attack the blackpod imps, but as a means of trying to find a way out of his current situation!
Lin Cong's face went pale as he realized there was no such way out.
"Impossible! Heaven never cuts off all paths! There's always hope in every situation!" Eyes gleaming with a vicious look, he bit the tip of his tongue, causing his body to wither rapidly. His hair even turned white.
He went all out, sacrificing even his longevity in an attempt to get his Paragon magic to reveal a means of escape.
Rumbling could be heard, and Lin Cong's body continued to wither, when finally, he found what he was looking for in the Holy Requiem Skull. After he saw it, he gaped in shock, then, laughing maniacally, viciously smacked his own chest. A huge blob of blood spurted out, which then splashed down onto the ground.
His laughter grew more and more intense as he spun around, a look of determination on his face. He then pushed his finger down onto his forehead, sending a tremor through his body. His eyes suddenly went blurry, but rapidly grew clear again. He glanced at the Holy Requiem Skull and realized that he was now missing some of the memories he had had before. Expression serious, he headed off into the distance.
Before too long, he was once again surrounded by blackpod imps. At the same time, a long beam of light appeared in the air not too far off, radiating killing intent.
"Lin Cong!" roared Meng Hao, his voice rumbling like thunder filled with Heavenly might, causing Lin Cong to shake. His divine sense was blessed with twenty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm, transforming his voice into thunder from Heaven, and surrounding his body with a lake of lightning.
Lin Cong was nearly deafened by Meng Hao's voice. His mind spun, and blood sprayed out of his mouth. After reforming his body, he had only possessed sixty percent of his original cultivation base, making it very difficult to use his Paragon magic. In fact, wasting his longevity and life force the way he had just now caused his cultivation base to drop even further, until it was at only thirty percent of its original strength.
It didn't matter how strong he was before. With a cultivation base like that, he was like a candle flickering in the wind. Meng Hao's mere voice shook his heart and caused blood to spray out of his mouth. There was nothing he could possibly do to fight back.
All he could do was scream miserably, and look up with an unyielding expression.
He hated Han Qinglei, and hated the fact that he had greedily tried to snatch the Eighth Nation's World Seal. The end result had been complete ruin.
He also hated fate. The speed of Meng Hao's pursuit had ruined all of his preparations. All he had needed was another hour, and then he would have disappeared without a trace.
But now, everything had changed, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"The Heavens want to destroy me? Well, I'm not willing to die by your hand, Meng Hao!" Lin Cong began to laugh, a loud, shrill laughter.
"You want to know about Xu Qing, well… come on!" he screamed as he hovered there in midair. "Soulsearch me if you want, scrape the information out of my brain! I don't care!
"I just want you give me an honorable death!" He was in the Echelon, and second in power only to the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain.
He was a blazing sun in the Fourth Mountain, and he was a proud person. Even if he died, he wanted to die with honor!
Meng Hao shot toward him like lightning. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and placed his hand onto the top of Lin Cong's head.
Meng Hao wouldn't believe anything that Lin Cong told him about Xu Qing; he needed to see it for himself!
He unleashed his Soulsearch magic, pouring his divine sense into Lin Cong's brain. Images from Lin Cong's life passed through his mind until finally, he saw Xu Qing!
She actually looked exactly the same as she had before entering reincarnation. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but her face was etched eternally onto Meng Hao's heart.
Lin Cong trembled from the indescribable pain. He clenched his teeth tightly, and didn't groan or moan at all. His eyes began to fade, and his body was shaking. However, his subconscious mind… demanded honor!
A moment later, Meng Hao lifted his hand away, and blood sprayed out of Lin Cong's mouth. His expression was blank, and his body was still trembling. His mind was gone, and apparently, the only thing he had left… was his honor.
Meng Hao said nothing. He now knew that when Lin Cong had said that Xu Qing would die if he did, it had been a complete fabrication. Actually, Meng Hao had already come to the conclusion earlier that such a thing wasn't possible.
He took another look at Lin Cong, then pulled his hand back and tapped his forehead. A massive power poured through him, wiping out any life that was left. Lin Cong shuddered, and for a brief moment, his eyes became bright and lucid. Then he closed them… and died.
His corpse dropped down to the ground, but his bag of holding was snatched by Meng Hao. Inside was the Fourth Nation's World Seal.
"Qing'er…" he murmured, "so, you're a disciple of Ksitigarbha, on the Fourth Mountain….
"Just wait for me, Qing'er. Once I'm out of this Windswept Realm, I'm coming for you!" Then he turned and disappeared in a flash of light.
He left the Fourth Nation, passing back through the central temple region and entering the Ninth Nation. All of a sudden, a tremor ran through him, and he turned to look back at the Fourth Nation.
"Something's off! I killed the Echelon cultivator from the Fourth Mountain. According to the natural law of the Windswept Realm, shouldn't I be rewarded for breaking a previous record…?" Putting his thoughts aside of Xu Qing, he suddenly reviewed everything that had happened with Lin Cong. Finally, his eyes widened.
He then smacked his bag of holding and produced a promissory note. After looking at it carefully, he confirmed that it was Lin Cong's promissory note, and then he suddenly smiled.
"These people definitely deserve to be in the Echelon. Han Qinglei had his schemes, and Lin Cong his plots. It seems that truly killing them won't be easy.
"So, you're not dead, Lin Cong. However, you will have no chances to rise to prominence here in the Windswept Realm. You'll be forced to hide from me, not daring to even stick your head out!
"I may not be able to track you down and kill you, but I've slaughtered your heart. I've planted a shadow there, ensuring that I become your inner Devil!
"You're not the first, nor will you be the last. The Windswept Realm… is the location where I, Meng Hao, will rise to prominence in the Nine Mountains and Seas! I will rise to prominence in the Echelon!
"When I leave this place, I will do so as… the number one in the Echelon!" He did not return to the Fourth Nation to continue searching for Lin Cong. Lin Cong's life or death didn't concern him anymore. With the status Xu Qing currently had in the Fourth Mountain, she was not somebody that could easily be trifled with.
Meng Hao flashed through the air toward Mount Whiteseal. After all of his years practicing cultivation, it was only during these battles that he had gradually formed a unique, domineering style that was all his own!
1. I have to be honest about something. In the original Chinese, it actually says that the feeling is impossible to describe. However, the following sentence then provides a description. We cleverly inserted the word "almost" to ensure that everything made sense…
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Chapter 1108: Entering Allheaven Again!
Hidden beneath the domineering air, however, was something others could never detect… the con!
For example, Lin Cong's promissory note. Even Lin Cong knew nothing about that. He had unwittingly fallen for Meng Hao's scheme. That promissory note had come during their first battle, when Meng Hao utilized the Seven God Steps. When Lin Cong's attention had been fully preoccupied by the surging energy created by it, he secretly went about creating the promissory note.
He did it that way intentionally, just in case he didn't manage to kill Lin Cong, or if he escaped. That way, he wouldn't come out completely empty-handed. At the very least, he would have a promissory note. Then, the next time they met, he could loudly declare that Lin Cong owed him money!
He would never have imagined that his promissory note habit would end up providing proof that Lin Cong wasn't dead.
As for exactly why he wasn't dead, the answer came to him on the way back to Mount Whiteseal.
"Echelon cultivators can be killed twice without their soul being exterminated!" he murmured, thinking back to what Paragon Sea Dream had told him all those years ago. It was a special ability unique to the Echelon.
The only way for an Echelon cultivator to truly be exterminated, was to kill that person twice, and THEN… a third time. That last kill would be their final death. In turn, whoever killed them would be half a step into the Echelon.
The rest of that half step was to travel to the Ruins of Immortality in their Mountain and Sea, and find Paragon Sea Dream. Then they could get the other half of the mark, and truly become a new member of the Echelon.
As he sped through the air, Meng Hao reached up and touched the place on his forehead where the Echelon mark was concealed.
At about the same time that Meng Hao returned to the Ninth Nation, something happened back in the Fourth Nation. During Lin Cong's flight, he had spit up a glob of blood, which had long since soaked into the ground. Now, that patch of ground suddenly trembled, and a hand stretched up.
The hand was as flawless as white jade, like that of a newborn baby. It trembled, and the earth shook for a moment before exploding out as a figure stood up.
It was… Lin Cong!
His face was pale, but his cultivation base was different than it had been earlier. Apparently… it was completely restored to its original peak. However, his body was trembling. After taking a few breaths, he roared:
"Meng Hao!" His face twisted with intense rage and hatred. "In the Fourth Mountain and Sea, in all the deadly situations I encountered, I never used up one of my lives! I never imagined that you would actually push me into a corner and kill me!
"The enmity between us is irreconcilable!" He gnashed his teeth, and he even thought about retaliating against Xu Qing after he got back to the Fourth Mountain, to use her to get revenge against Meng Hao. However, when he considered that Xu Qing was the Princess of the 49th Cavern, he realized that despite the fact that she was Meng Hao's weak spot, it was actually impossible for him to do anything to her.
The realization filled him with bitterness. He suddenly realized that, even though he was still alive, Meng Hao had become his inner Devil.
He stamped his foot down onto the ground, and then flew into the air toward the National Aura Mountain. There was no way to vent his overflowing hatred. Even if he felt that he couldn't exist under the same sky as Meng Hao, the next time they met, all he would do was flee. He did not dare to go up against him.
Currently, he was even wondering if Meng Hao knew that he wasn't dead.
Naturally, Meng Hao was completely aware of that fact. Currently, he was landing on Mount Whiteseal, where he sat down cross legged and flicked his sleeve to produce two tongues of flame.
These were none other than the World Seals from the Fourth Nation and the Eighth Nation.
The two flames flickered up into the hand of the statue, where they lined up with the Ninth Nation's World Seal. The three flames made the Essences and natural laws even more majestic.
Meng Hao took a deep breath. Not wasting any time, he focused on contemplation. He had long since realized that, after taking the World Seal of the Fourth Nation, he no longer possessed twenty percent of the Windswept Realm's qi flow, but rather, thirty percent.
As he contemplated enlightenment, time passed. The overall structure of the Windswept Realm changed due to the defeats of Lin Cong and Han Qinglei. The Fourth Nation and the Eighth Nation were routed, and were eliminated from the central battlefield.
The other six nations continued to fight their bloody battles. However, the Ninth Nation had risen to prominence in the war, causing the cultivators from the other nations to join forces against it in resistance.
Before long, the intense fighting led to a chaotic battle situation.
Fan Dong'er and Bei Yu began switching off with other cultivators from the Ninth Mountain and Sea, so that there were some of them constantly fighting, almost as if they were unwilling to return from the battlefield.
It was as if they could find peace in the fighting, and would not be influenced by their desires.
Half a month flashed by. The speed with which he was gaining enlightenment of the three World Seals was rapidly increased because of the blessing of thirty percent of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm. By this point, he had gained enlightenment of nearly 500 Essences.
And he wasn't finished.
During the half month, the fighting in the central region changed as more Echelon cultivators gained enlightenment of their respective World Seals. The battles grew even more chaotic.
In order to snatch the World Seals from other nations, it was first necessary to weaken them, which could only be done by gaining an advantage in the central region. Under the control of the Echelon cultivators, the armies in the central region fought with increased intensity.
Occasionally, certain countries would suffer defeats, and the red beams of light coming from their pagodas would grow dim. At that point, other Echelon cultivators would enter that nation to begin fighting.
During the half month, fierce fighting went on in virtually all of the National Aura Mountains of the various nations. There were both victories and defeats, but through it all there were only two mountains that no one dared to enter!
One was the First Nation's Mountain of National Fate, which was controlled by the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain. No one dared to encroach on his territory.
The second nation was Meng Hao's Mount Whiteseal, in the Ninth Nation. Although all the other Echelon cultivators were aware of how many World Seals he had, after his battle with Han Qinglei, and then his defeat of Lin Cong, he had settled his position. None of the other Echelon cultivators were confident enough to take him on.
It was in this fashion that seven more days passed. Suddenly, a boundless light rose up from Mount Whiteseal, within which Meng Hao opened his eyes. He slowly stood up and made a grasping motion with his right hand, causing the three flames to fly over into his palm, where they vanished.
Three World Seals, 900 great Daos. 900 Essences. All of that information was burned into his heart. Although he wasn't able to actually wield any of them, the sense of accomplishment he felt caused his aura to be completely different than before.
He looked more elegant than before, and as he stood there, it seemed as if he were connected with the whole world. The light began to fade away, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again moments later, he suddenly produced his second Nirvana Fruit. His eyes glittered as he pushed the fruit into his forehead.
In the instant the Nirvana Fruit contacted his forehead, a familiar sensation filled him. A massive tempestuous roar filled his mind, causing him to feel as though his head were about to explode.
He began to grow taller. 15 meters. 24 meters. 30 meters. 39 meters….
His fleshly body was ripped and torn, and intense pain rushed through him that was nothing like the last time he had temporarily absorbed the second Nirvana Fruit. This time, his fleshly body was not in the Immortal Realm, but rather, in the Ancient Realm!
His Ancient Realm fleshly body rumbled as it grew. Of his nine Soul Lamps, two had previously been lit. Now, the third and fourth began to burn, and a tiny spark appeared in the fifth.
His fleshly body power was increasing explosively!
His heart began to pound loudly, and then, thunder began to boom around him, as if it were cheering him on!
A power more terrifying than his Ancient Realm fleshly body began to flourish within him.
Soon, he was 60 meters tall, and he looked like a giant, his head raised, surging energy giving rise to madly whipping winds.
ROOOOOAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!
He trembled as a tempest raged inside of him, tearing him apart. It was almost as if his qi passageways were going to be completely destroyed.
The Nirvana Fruit was like a key that unlocked terrifying power within his blood. Once again, shocking fluctuations began to flow through his veins!
Meng Hao could clearly sense that his 123 Immortal meridians were now ripping apart and then forming back together into a single Immortal meridian!
Although it was only one Immortal meridian, it formed something like a painting, a painting which showed the outline of a perfect circle!
His cultivation base rose up rapidly, and his every breath seemed to cause peals of thunder to echo out as he sucked in all of the energy of Heaven and Earth that existed in the area.
Power like this was something that far exceeded the Immortal Emperor Realm.
The mountain shook, and the lands quaked. All of the living things in the Ninth Nation could suddenly sense the shocking and domineering power that now existed on Mount Whiteseal.
The people who could sense it most clearly were the disciples of the various sects in the Ninth Nation, especially Jian Daozi. His face fell as he and all the other cultivators of the Ninth Nation looked off into the distance with expressions of shock.
As of this moment, Meng Hao was surrounded by the color azure.
Azure represented the Allheaven! The Allheaven represented the infinite!
Radiant azure light radiated off of Meng Hao as he threw his head back and roared. The sky shook, and massive winds blew.
This time, Meng Hao was able to endure for twenty breaths of time before his body trembled, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He staggered backward as the Nirvana Fruit emerged and fell down into his hand.
Although he now looked quite disheveled, his eyes gleamed with obsession and excitement.
"Gaining enlightenment of the Essences really will help me absorb the second Nirvana Fruit!
"I now understand 900 Essences, which lets me stay in that terrifying state for twenty breaths of time, which is much longer than before. According to my calculations, if I can gain enlightenment of 3,000 Essences, then I should be able to… permanently remain in the Allheaven Immortal Realm!" This hope caused him to throw his head back and laugh loudly.
"Besides, the first time I tried to absorb my second Nirvana Fruit, it wasted much of the energy in my body, so much so that I couldn't even stand up. But now… it only took thirty percent of my energy!"
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Chapter 1109: The Echelon War Truly Begins!
As the Nirvana Fruit sank down, the shield surrounding Mount Whiteseal faded away, but the light shining off of Meng Hao grew stronger. He took a deep breath and then stepped off of the mountain and into the air.
The wind battered him, and although his hair whipped about, not a bit of his aura could be blown away. It was as if the energy belonging to Meng Hao couldn't be touched at all by the wind, but rather, influenced the entire world around him.
"I've already gained complete enlightenment of three World Seals. If I want to completely absorb the Nirvana Fruit… I'll need more sealing marks!" Meng Hao's energy rocketed up, and he overflowed with the desire to fight. His eyes flashed like lightning as he shot off into the distance.
As he left the Ninth Nation, his goal was to slaughter his way into other nations… to defeat their Echelon cultivators and steal their sealing marks!
He would take advantage of this opportunity in the Windswept Realm to seize… his greatest available good fortune, which was to become an…
Allheaven Immortal!
He would become number one in the Echelon!
BOOM!
He turned into a streak of bright light that sped through the sky for less time than it takes half an incense stick to burn. Then, he suddenly stopped and looked down toward the ground.
He was still in the Ninth Nation, and far below, he had just noticed a vein of Immortal jade deep under the ground. The human cultivator from the Mountain and Sea Realm was still there, and although he couldn't see Meng Hao, Meng Hao could see him.
The man appeared to be mired in madness, completely lost. When Meng Hao saw the Immortal jade, a feeling of desire suddenly rose up in his heart, but he immediately quashed it.
"I love money, but I'm my own master. I'll never let material things control me!" he said coolly. As he crushed the invisible fetters, a shattering sound seemed to echo about in his mind. He turned away and ignored everything down below as he sped off into the distance.
In the final seven days in which Meng Hao had gained enlightenment of the World Seal, the Echelon cultivators in other parts of the Windswept Realm were all thrown into a state of chaos by the shocking events which occurred.
The First Nation's Echelon cultivator attacked the Second Nation, completely defeating the Echelon cultivator there. Only by sacrificing one of his lives was he able to flee. Of course, the Second Nation's World Seal was then completely undefended, and was taken away by the First Nation's Echelon cultivator, who completely leveled the entire National Aura Mountain to get to it.
After that, the Echelon cultivators from the Fifth and Sixth Nations fought each other. The shocking battle shook Heaven and Earth, and resulted in both sides sustaining heavy injuries. In a critical moment, the First Nation's Echelon cultivator appeared. He ignored the Third Nation's mountain, passing directly through to the two fighting Echelon cultivators, whom he took on himself.
That battle was shocking to the extreme, and in the end, the entire Fifth Nation was destroyed. Their National Aura Mountain toppled, and in the end, both Echelon cultivators from the Fifth and Sixth Nations were defeated, and the Fifth Nation's World Seal was taken.
No one knew whether or not the Fifth Nation's Echelon cultivator was killed, but in either case, nobody could find him after the battle. The Sixth Nation's Echelon cultivator returned to his National Aura Mountain, severely injured.
After these things happened, the First Nation's Echelon cultivator seemed to be invincible, capable of sweeping over all of Heaven and Earth, leaving everyone astonished.
Of the Windswept Realm's nine World Seals, the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain and Meng Hao each had three. The others remained in the Third, Sixth and Seventh Nations respectively.
The war had spread out from the central region to the Echelon members themselves. It was about that time that Meng Hao reached the Eighth Nation.
He didn't pause for even a moment, speeding through the air like a meteor, passing over the Eighth Nation as he headed toward the Seventh Nation. His aura surged mightily, growing ever-stronger.
Before long, he reached the Seventh Nation, and when he entered it, intense pressure roiled out from its National Aura Mountain.
The source was none other than the Echelon cultivator of the Seventh Nation, Yuwen Jian, the young man with the incredibly murderous aura. He currently stood on the mountain peak, hand curled around the haft of a long spear, looking up into the sky with a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. 1
"It's not my custom to sit around waiting for people to come fight me," he said coolly. He took a step forward, abandoning the defenses of the National Aura Mountain as he flew directly in Meng Hao's direction.
The entire Seventh Nation trembled as Meng Hao and Yuwen Jian sped toward each other through the sky!
When Meng Hao caught sight of Yuwen Jian, he didn't slow down in the least bit. Instead, he sped up and prepared to attack.
When Yuwen Jian saw Meng Hao, he let out a cold snort. His murderous aura exploded to the sky, and just like Meng Hao, he didn't hold back, but instead, pushed himself faster.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them collided in midair above the Seventh Nation.
A huge boom rang out, and everything shook. A massive fissure ripped open in the sky between them, and a huge shockwave exploded out.
"Meng Hao!" cried Yuwen Jian, flying backward. Blood sprayed out of his mouth, after which he threw his head back and laughed. His entire person exploded with the desire to do battle. He hefted his long spear, which thrummed as countless slain souls suddenly appeared, looking incredibly ferocious.
"Listen up, fool, I'm Yuwen Jian, Echelon cultivator from the Seventh Mountain! Meng Hao, do you dare to make a bet with me? If you win, I won't just hand over the Seventh Nation's World Seal, but I'll trade it with you! The prerequisite is that you qualify to fight me! If you lose, then you have to give one of your three World Seals to me!" Yuwen Jian's voice echoed about, and he took a step forward, a domineering air swirling around him continuously.
Meng Hao also began to stride forward, eyes glittering. From their initial contact moments ago, Meng Hao could instantly tell that Yuwen Jian's fleshly body was at roughly the same level as his own.
"A body cultivator!" he thought, his eyes gleaming brightly. He had an Ancient Realm fleshly body, yet didn't come close to being an authentic body cultivator. In fact, the only true body cultivator he had ever met was the burly Demonic cultivator. However, that man was an amateur, and couldn't be considered truly powerful in terms of body cultivation.
But now… Meng Hao could sense that Yuwen Jian was a true body cultivator!
Looking him over, he could see a faintly red glow coming off of Yuwen Jian. "He must have bathed in the blood of a God!" he thought.
"Well, do you dare?" asked Yuwen Jian, his voice booming. He swept his spear out in front of him, causing a massive rumbling sound to ring out. The air vibrated, and even seemed to be on the verge of shattering, as a massive energy surged off of Yuwen Jian,
He stood there like a celestial warrior, bursting with the mad desire to fight.
"I could fart better proposals than that bet of yours," Meng Hao said coolly. "But as for your challenge to a duel… how could I not accept!?" He clenched his right hand into a fist and then unleashed a punch.
His fist and Yuwen Jian's spear almost instantly slammed into each other, and an ear-splitting boom rang out. The flexible spear absorbed the backlash and was deflected away, and Yuwen Jian fell back again. Blood poured out of his mouth, and when he looked up, his expression was even more maddened than before. He tossed the spear aside, licked the blood off of his lips, and stared at Meng Hao with bloodshot eyes.
"That runt Han Qinglei wasn't a match for you, and you also defeated the sissypants Lin Cong. You're strong, Meng Hao. But… I'm even stronger!
"Did you really think that Lin Cong was actually the second most powerful after the Echelon cultivator from the First Mountain, Dao-Heaven?" 2
"That list was made thirty years ago, and besides, being in the Echelon requires finding your own correct path. The difference in power between us members was once vast. Back then, I might not have been a match for Lin Cong. But now… I could defeat him easily!
"Even Dao-Heaven's title of number one most powerful Echelon cultivator… is just that, a title! He isn't necessarily the most powerful!" Yuwen Jian laughed, and his desire to do battle surged. He then charged toward Meng Hao in a blur, unleashing a vicious palm strike.
As the palm ripped through the air, sonic booms echoed out. The air around Meng Hao distorted, as if power from all directions were being sucked in by Yuwen Jian's palm strike.
Meng Hao didn't flinch back. He strode forward, unleashing the Seven God Steps. However, in that moment, Yuwen Jian smiled ferociously, threw his head back and roared.
"Sealing Magic!" he cried, causing the sky to tremble. The power of a sealing mark descended not toward Meng Hao, but the area around him.
It transformed into a cage, with Meng Hao and Yuwen Jian being locked inside. However, because of the cage, Meng Hao was unable to utilize the Seven God Steps to borrow energy from the surroundings.
"I was ready for that Daoist magic!" laughed Yuwen Jian, advancing forward again.
He roared, and his body suddenly began to grow larger. In the blink of an eye, he was fully twice as large as before, and from the look of it, half of the power of his fleshly body was now converged in his right arm. He was clearly vastly different than moments ago, and as he swung his right arm, shocking power erupted.
His qi and blood rumbled, and anyone who was sensitive to auras, even if they were some distance away, would be able to sense the towering bloody glow that rose off of him. It was like a bright lamp in the middle of the night!
"DIE!" he roared as his fist rocketed out with power seemingly capable of shaking Heaven and Earth!
Meng Hao's face was calm. Freeing himself from the cage wouldn't be difficult. However, now that he had encountered a true body cultivator like Yuwen Jian, his desire to fight boiled hotter than ever.
As Yuwen Jian closed in, Meng Hao clenched his hand into a fist and leaped forward. Instantly, an aura was unleashed that seemed capable of destroying the Heavens, and exterminating all life.
That power of extermination converged in Meng Hao's fist, creating a true… power of Life-Extermination!
The Life-Extermination Fist!
The air around them shattered as two streaks of light could be seen speeding through the air toward each other. Then, Meng Hao's punch collided with the power of Yuwen Jian's fleshly body, and a huge boom echoed out.
RUUUUUUMMMMBLLLLE!
Heaven was rent and the Earth collapsed. Everything quaked violently. Vibrations ran through Meng Hao as he fell back several dozen paces. The shocking power from body cultivator Yuwen Jian left him shaken and visibly moved. And yet, his desire to fight grew stronger.
Blood sprayed out of Yuwen Jian's mouth as he staggered backward several hundred meters. When he looked up, an invincible will to fight could be seen in his eyes. He threw his head back and laughed uproariously.
"Exhilarating! Alright Meng Hao, let's see if you can handle another punch. If you survive, then I'll happily loan you my World Seal to contemplate!"
1. Yuwen Jian's name in Chinese is 宇文坚 yǔwén jiān. Yuwen is an uncommon two-character surname. Jian means "strong" or "unyielding
2. Unfortunately, this is a point where because of the nature of Chinese, a minor spoiler is necessitated. Essentially, "Dao-Heaven" is a Daoist name, not this guy's actual name. However, in Chinese, you wouldn't necessarily know that. The two characters are 道天, which are "Dao" and "Heaven" respectively. However, "Dao" could also be a surname, so at first sight you wouldn't know it was a Daoist name
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Chapter 1110: What Are You Doing!?
As Yuwen Jian's laughter rang out in the air, he suddenly took a deep breath, and then a sound like that of a windstorm exploded up around him.
The air in the area collapsed, as if his single breath was sucking in all of the energy of Heaven and Earth around him to merge into his body.
The result was that his body grew rapidly until he was over 18 meters tall!
"Six Times Nine God Body, First Transformation!" Yuwen Jian roared as his body then explosively grew from 18 meters to a shocking 27 meters tall. He looked like a giant, hovering there in midair, exuding shocking pressure. 1
He lifted his right hand up and clenched it into a fist, which he held out toward Meng Hao. It was a simple motion, but the cracking sounds which rang out as a result caused the air to shatter. He let out another roar, and he looked like a mountain as he then charged toward Meng Hao.
He was enormous, but he moved with unbelievable speed. In the blink of an eye he was in front of Meng Hao, his enormous fist punching out with terrifying, exterminating power.
Meng Hao's eyes glowed with a strange light. His blood surged through his veins, and his desire to fight was strong as Yuwen Jian's fist closed in. He took a deep breath, and although his energy didn't surge in the same way Yuwen Jian's had, but his aura still shot up madly with that single breath.
A madness rose up, a madness like that of Bedevilment. It was a determination like nothing else, something that disregarded everything, even the shattering of all bones, in the pursuit of cutting out a swath of blood.
That entire will was focused into a single punch that rumbled through the air. This was Meng Hao's second body cultivator fist strike.
The Self-Immolation Fist! Also known as… the Bedevilment Fist!
A huge boom filled the air as Meng Hao and Yuwen Jian slammed into each other. The lands trembled, mountains collapsed, and the sky flashed. Meng Hao let out a muffled grunt and staggered backward about twenty paces. When he looked up, he saw Yuwen Jian flying through the air like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying from his mouth. Meng Hao's single punch had sent him spinning, and it looked like his body was on the verge of being shredded to pieces.
"Second transformation!
"Third transformation!
"Fourth transformation!" Yuwen Jian's voice boomed out as he fell back, and his body continued to grow larger until he was 108 meters tall. Now he really was a giant, with explosive energy. Roaring, he finally came to a stop, and then braced himself and prepared to fight back against Meng Hao's Bedevilment Fist. As he strode forward, he said, "Fifth transformation!"
Another roar could be heard as he grew even taller. By the time Meng Hao reached him, he was 135 meters tall. From a distance, Meng Hao looked completely insignificant.
However, that seemingly insignificant frame contained a power that caused even Yuwen Jian's fleshly body to tremble.
Meng Hao's eyes were as cold as ice. Yuwen Jian had said his punch from moments ago would be his last one, but here he was attacking again. Meng Hao was losing patience. Suddenly, his fist opened up into a palm. Such a motion should have caused a drop in his momentum, but instead, shocking ripples spread out.
It was as if his palm had fused with world to become the will of Heaven!
As of this moment, outside of the sealed cage area, a massive pressure seemed to be weighing down, an awakening aura that pierced through the seal and settled onto Meng Hao.
His open palm then slowly clenched back into a fist, causing the aura to explode out like the will of Heaven, unleashing an intense, indescribable killing intent!
"God Slaying!" Meng Hao said coolly.
However, in the moment that he spoke, the attacking Yuwen Jian suddenly shivered as he felt a sensation of unprecedented deadly crisis well up inside of him. It was indescribably intense, and he had the premonition that if he went through with his attack, he would end up dead!!
"Dammit! How can he be so strong!? He must have been holding back his strength when he was fighting with Lin Cong!" Yuwen Jian's face fell, and his surging energy suddenly faded away. He instantly backed up, shrinking down to his normal size. Then, his face extremely serious, he angrily said, "Brother Meng Hao, what are you doing! Well? What do you think you're doing!?!? Didn't we have an agreement? We were just comparing fighting tips, right? I can't believe you're using lethal attacks!?!?
"As brothers, this really pains me! We might have just met each other, but we became friends at first sight! There's no need try to kill each other! You qualify to exchange World Seals with me! Hahaha! Brother, I already said that last fist strike was my last one, and I always keep my word." Yuwen Jian didn't seem to feel the least bit uncomfortable or embarrassed to switch from being arrogant and condescending to calling Meng Hao brother. His expression was one of complete sincerity, just as a body cultivator should be; he exuded an air of complete honesty and forthrightness.
"About trading for the World Seal, Brother Meng Hao, why don't we go to the Seventh Nation's National Aura Mountain together? Trading for the World Seal means that we won't have to damage our relationship. Plus, you can gain enlightenment of further essences. What possible downside could there be?"
A strange expression appeared on Meng Hao's face, and he cleared his throat as he relaxed his fist.
"That would be for the best."
"Please, follow me!" Yuwen Jian gave an inward sigh of relief, then laughed heartily as he led the way. He and Meng Hao transformed into two beams of bright light that shot toward the Seventh Nation's National Aura Mountain. Before long, they arrived, and since Meng Hao had been invited by Yuwen Jian, the National Aura Mountain's defenses did not target him.
Once they arrived at the statue, Yuwen Jian made a grasping motion, causing the flame of the World Seal to float over and hover atop his palm.
Meng Hao's expression was the same as ever as he extended his hand in a similar fashion, causing a World Seal flame to appear.
The two of them stared at each other warily for a moment before waving hands and exchanging the two flames.
Yuwen Jian smiled, then nodded and sat down cross-legged. He didn't immediately begin to contemplate enlightenment, but rather, looked at Meng Hao and waited for him to begin. After all, once the process started, there was no way to suddenly stop it. If one person started without the other, neither would feel comfortable about the situation.
Furthermore, Yuwen Jian wasn't willing to just hand over the Seventh Nation's World Seal permanently.
After a moment of thought, Meng Hao waved his left hand, causing blackpod imps to spread out around the area and act as Dharma Protectors. Then he sat down and looked at the flame in his hand.
Yuwen Jian took a deep breath, causing bright lights to begin to swirl around him, which transformed into a protective shield. They exchanged a final glance, and without saying anything else, simultaneously sank into contemplation.
Immediately, tremors ran through their bodies. Remaining ever vigilant against each other, both began to focus on Essences and natural law.
Time passed by. Three days later, they had both reached a critical juncture in their contemplation. Although Yuwen Jian had not previously received a blessing of qi flow from the Windswept Realm like Meng Hao had, this was his home turf, and therefore, his process of enlightenment went quickly.
Conversely, Meng Hao was not on his native Mount Whiteseal, but instead on the Seventh Nation's National Aura Mountain. That should have made his speed of enlightenment much slower, but he had the benefit of the qi flow of the Windswept Realm. Therefore, although his speed was slightly slower, it was a speed that he could accept, putting him just slightly ahead of Yuwen Jian.
However, on the fourth day, just when Meng Hao was on the verge of completion, the pressure in the Seventh Nation increased dramatically, and rumbling sounds filled the air.
Yuwen Jian's eyes snapped open, and a grim look appeared on his face.
"Someone's coming!" he growled. Being in the midst of contemplating enlightenment, however, there was very little he could do. He looked over at Meng Hao, who had also opened his eyes, and was frowning as he looked off into the distance.
Not too much time passed before three beams of light appeared, speeding through the air. In the lead position was a young man with half-black, half-white hair. He wasn't just handsome, he was beautiful, and had a glittering Echelon mark on his forehead.
He was followed by two other cultivators, a man and a woman. Both appeared to be young, but they emanated terrifying cultivation base auras. They were in the Ancient Realm, with five extinguished Soul Lamps each. Furthermore, the feeling they gave off was not that of ordinary Ancient Realm cultivation bases. They seemed more powerful, indicating that these were Chosen.
"Dao-Heaven's number one follower, the eleventh Echelon cultivator, Hai Qingdong!!" 2 Yuwen Jian's face flickered, and his eyes went wide.
"Follower? Hai Qingdong?" Meng Hao asked.
"Hai Qingdong used to be like me, an Echelon cultivator from the Seventh Mountain. However, after he was defeated by Dao-Heaven, he inexplicably joined his entourage. As an Echelon cultivator, it's a complete disgrace to become the follower of some other person!" Yuwen Jian gritted his teeth and stared at the three incoming cultivators. "Dammit, shouldn't Dao-Heaven's goal be the Third and Sixth Nations? I can't believe he's ignoring them and focusing here!" Yuwen Jian's face flickered, and he cursed inwardly. His contemplation of enlightenment was still incomplete, making it impossible for him to fight.
"Do you have a grudge with Hai Qingdong?" Meng Hao asked suddenly.
Yuwen Jian's face darkened further, and he nodded. "I killed him once, years ago."
Considering that they were both Echelon cultivators from the Seventh Mountain and Sea, there was little wonder that they had a hard time maintaining a good relationship, and had ended up fighting to the death.
Meng Hao sat there quietly for a moment while Yuwen Jian ground his teeth. Although Yuwen Jian couldn't attack personally, he could summon help. He smacked his hand down onto the ground, and rumbling sounds echoed out through the Seventh Nation. Shockingly, numerous holes suddenly appeared all over his body, which then exploded, revealing a group of figures.
They were puppets, dozens of them, with powerful cultivation bases. Meng Hao's eyes widened slightly, but given that Yuwen Jian was also in the Echelon, it was only natural that he would have some tricks that he wouldn't reveal without good cause.
Almost as soon as the puppets appeared, Hai Qingdong began to descend from above, his hair floating around him, his body radiating shocking energy.
"So, we meet again, Yuwen Jian!" Hatred gleamed in Hai Qingdong's eyes. His voice was soft and effeminate as he floated over. His gaze then shifted to Meng Hao.
"Meng Hao? I never imagined I would find you here! Oh well, it doesn't matter. I guess today I'll get to take four World Seals for Elder Brother Dao-Heaven!"
Yuwen Jian's eyes went wide, and he started cursing loudly: "Elder Brother Dao-Heaven!? What bullshit! You're nothing more than Dao-Heaven's lackey, you fool! How shameless do you have to be to join someone else's entourage, huh Hai Qingdong?"
1. Yuwen Jian's "God Body" increases his height by multiples of "zhang" with each transformation. It starts with 6 "zhang" or 18 meters, and then increases by multiples of 9 after that
2. Hai Qingdong's name in Chinese is 海青东 hǎi qīng dōng. Hai means "sea" but can also be a surname. Qing is a color, usually green, blue, cyan, or azure, but sometimes black. Dong means "east"
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