I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-813
With the exception of Zhixiang, all of the Chosen who had come to the
Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite Temple were shaken. They were now…
starting to feel convinced about Meng Hao.
Some had been skeptical before, but then, one bizarre thing after another
appeared. The strange sights, the cold wind, the shocking aura… made it
so they had no choice but to believe.
This was especially true when apparently, Meng Hao’s crazed weeping and
laughing resonated with his surroundings. It left the onlookers with
tingling scalps. The bizarre phenomena in the place, the inky black hair,
the swinging vine, the voices rising up from the ground, all of it
appeared to them to have been caused by Meng Hao.
Even Zhixiang stared with eyes wide from disbelief. If she didn’t
already know Meng Hao, she would have been completely astonished.
If everything went as planned, it might be able to buy Meng Hao some
time, but not much. The people here were all extraordinary, and the
slightest misstep could arouse their suspicions. All it would take would
be for one person to attack him, and the charade would be broken.
In fact, it was at this moment that an elder member of the Ji Clan
suddenly moved forward, eyes glittering, clearly with the intent of
testing Meng Hao out.
Meng Hao sighed as he realized that these people really weren’t easy to
fool. However, it was at this point that the old man from the Ji Clan
suddenly stopped in place, and his face filled with astonishment.
Everyone else’s expressions also flickered, and not a few people
Meng Hao was taken aback and wondered what he had done to provoke such a
It was at this point that a cold wind gusted against his back. It almost
felt like ice on the nape of his neck. Reflexively, he turned around to
A head floating up from the well behind him. It was a head that looked
like it had been rotting away in the waters of the well for millions of
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When Meng Hao turned around, the head floated over toward him, and just
when it seemed it would touch him, he blinked. Then he turned back to the
crowds and, his voice placid, said, “This is Inky. There’s no need to
He cleared his throat and then pointed over to the swinging vine that
dripped with black blood. “Over there is Lily. Come on, Lily, say hello
As soon as he spoke, the vine stopped moving. Then the dripping blood
began to move, as if an invisible figure were walking over to stand next
to Meng Hao.
Even Meng Hao was shocked by this. He looked at the black blood dripping
to the ground next to him and could just barely make out the image of a
little girl standing there, but it was unclear whether she was staring at
the crowds of people, or at him.
Meng Hao wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. Giving a
firm look at the crowd of nearly a thousand people, he sat down
cross-legged and closed his eyes to meditate.
He was starting to feel that he might have taken things a bit too far….
In the eyes of all the onlookers, Meng Hao, with his tattered robe,
placid expression, and ancient air, seemed to be at one with the temple.
As he sat there cross-legged, the pale-white head floated behind him,
surrounded by drifting strands of inky blackness.
Next to Meng Hao was some invisible being that dripped black blood down
onto the ground. Each drop that splashed onto the ground echoed with
strange power that filled their hearts with shock.
No one dared to move a muscle, not even Zhao Yifan from the Sublime Flow
Sword Grotto, who stood there hesitating. Further off, Fan Dong’er was
staring at Meng Hao, a brilliant light flickering in her eyes.
Ji Yin sat cross-legged some distance away, Karma swirling around him in
such a way that it was impossible to even see him clearly.
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The three Chosen from the Fang Clan all sat down. Occasionally, Fang
Yunyi would look over at Zhixiang with a look of adoration. Fang Donghan
stared the temple, his eyes flickering with desire.
Song Luodan sat with the Song Clan, proud and aloof. Occasionally he
would look at Meng Hao, and the desire to fight could be seen flickering
in his eyes.
As for Li Ling’er, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Her
head was bowed and she seemed to be studying the earth in front of her.
Occasionally she would gently stroke her hand across the surface of the
ground, apparently performing some type of augury.
Wang Mu sat there with flickering eyes that made it impossible to read
The Chosen of the other sects, churches and Holy Lands were all lost in
thought in the darkness of night. Shockingly, they sat there in front of
the Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite Temple for an entire night.
At dawn, the oil lamp winked out. Meng Hao knew that once night ended,
the lamp would stop burning. However, only when it was truly extinguished
would the trial by fire actually be over.
The instant the sky became bright, Meng Hao opened his eyes. The floating
head had vanished, and the dripping blood was gone. Everything returned
to its normal state. Many people in the crowd opened their eyes to look
at Meng Hao.
Zhao Yifan was the first person to stand up and approach Meng Hao. Fan
Dong’er rose to her feet at almost the same time, and approached from a
different direction. Li Ling’er looked coldly over at Meng Hao and also
moved toward him.
In addition, Ji Yin stood, Karma swirling around him as he began to
stride in Meng Hao’s direction.
There were other Chosen who also began to approach Meng Hao, angry looks
on their faces.
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“Stop right there!” said Meng Hao coolly.
The others said nothing in response, but rather, sped up. Zhao Yifan was
the fastest, and he waved his hand as he closed in on Meng Hao, causing a
stream of sword qi to appear. The dragon-like sword qi spread out,
transforming into nine shocking Sword Dragons. Their roaring caused the
air to vibrate as they twirled together to shoot toward Meng Hao.
“Fellow Daoist,” said Zhao Yifan, “I can sense the aura of South
Heaven on you! You’re no groundskeeper!”
By the time he finished speaking, the Sword Dragons were almost upon Meng
“The Dao of the sword exists in the heart, and within one’s will,”
continued Zhao Yifan. The nine Sword Dragons had transformed into nine
swords that stabbed down toward Meng Hao.
Meng Hao’s eyes flickered as his desire to fight exploded up. As he
rose to his feet, his right hand clenched into a fist that punched out
toward the nine swords.
As he punched out, a mountain appeared in front of his fist, which
rumbled through the air to slam into the nine swords. A huge boom rattled
out, and massive ripples spread out in every direction.
“Your Karma is not that of someone from ancient times.” The cold
voice belonged to Ji Yin. As it echoed about, his body went blurry, then
reappeared behind Meng Hao. His right hand flashed in an incantation
gesture and then pushed out toward Meng Hao’s back with lightning speed.
The motion caused Meng Hao’s soul to tremble. All the memories in his
life seemed to appear, which transformed into Karma that stirred his mind.
Meng Hao’s expression was calm, and he snorted coldly. Since his act
had been seen through, there was no point in continuing with the facade.
His left hand flashed in an incantation gesture and he pointed toward Ji
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The Withering Character Incantation erupted out, and the air between Meng
Hao and Ji Yin seemed to collapse as a huge black hole appeared. It
instantly exerted an incredible gravitational force that rumbled loudly.
Meng Hao leapt backward as Li Ling’er appeared in front of him, her
beautiful face twisted with the desire to kill.
“The memories of this land say you only got here a month earlier than
us!” she said. Her graceful hands performed an incantation, and the
willow leaf mark on her forehead flickered. Suddenly, a willow leaf
appeared in her hand.
As soon as the willow leaf appeared, a boundless life force exploded out
of it. When it reached its pinnacle, it suddenly began to show signs of
death. The willow leaf turned black, and then flitted out into the air
toward Meng Hao.
“Seal!” said Li Ling’er coolly. The willow leaf emitted a rumbling
sound as it exploded. It transformed into a network of black veins that
almost looked like a net, which then descended toward Meng Hao.
Seeing that he was about to be sealed, Meng Hao snorted coldly and then
stretched out both arms. He lifted his head up and shouted, invoking some
Daoist magics he had learned that enabled him to sprout feathers and grow
hide. Shockingly, he transformed into a huge black roc, cruel and savage
in appearance, that escaped the enveloping black veins.
As soon as he shot into the air, he heard a melodious voice speaking in
“Daoist Brother, you’re quite exceptional. You almost had Dong’er
here fooled.” As the voice was transmitted to him, Meng Hao suddenly
felt his hair stand up on end as a profound sense of danger filled him.
Without hesitation, the produced the Lightning Cauldron. Lightning
covered his body, and he switched places with Li Ling’er.
As soon as he switched places, he looked over at Fan Dong’er and saw
that she had a Blue Lotus in her hand. A moment ago, a young boy could be
seen standing on the lotus, beckoning to him as if he wanted to turn him
into a lotus seed to pop into his mouth.
There was also a rusted black needle that emanated an aura of rot, which
had been thrown toward him by one of the old men standing next to Song
Luodan of the Song Clan. If that needle had stabbed into him, he would
have been transformed into a puddle of blood.
All of these things take some time to describe, but actually happened in
the time it takes a spark to fly off of a piece of flint. Meng Hao had
just exchanged blows with Zhao Yifan of the Sublime Flow Sword Grotto,
one of the Three Great Daoist Societies, Ji Yin of the Ji Clan, Li
Ling’er of the Li Clan, and Fan Dong’er of the Ninth Sea God World.
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It seemed like a simple encounter, but in actuality, it brimmed with
killing intent. The slightest misstep, and Meng Hao’s blood would have
showered down like rain. Even as the desire to fight burned in his eyes,
Li Ling’er’s face fell. The willow leaf mark on her forehead
glittered rapidly, and Fan Dong’er made a surprised grunt and held back
her attack. Because of that, Li Ling’er was able to avoid the deadly
Blue Lotus Magic.
Everyone watching the encounter was completely shocked. Strange gleams
appeared in some of the Chosen’s eyes as they flew into the air toward
“Who is this guy? Zhao Yifan and those others all attacked at the same
time, and he still didn’t seem to be in a bad position!”
“He can’t just be some random person! I wonder how long he’s been
practicing cultivation. If it’s less than a thousand years, then he’s
“He just avoided the Blue Lotus Magic of Goddess Fan Dong’er from the
Ninth Sea God World! That Lightning Cauldron has the power of Form
“You’re missing the most important part, which is… he got here
before us! He must be in possession of the good fortune of the Immortal
Ancient Daoist Rite Temple!”