I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-90
The old man put down the oar and looked back at Meng Hao. Laughing, he
walked over, poured himself some alcohol, and then took a drink.
“Clear up what confusion?”
Meng Hao held his cup of alcohol and then softly said, “I’m confused
about something I read. It said, ‘”Ancient Dao; Tenacious Desire to
Seal the Heavens….’” Shock suddenly covered the face of the old
man. The blood drained from the face of the young girl. Waves suddenly
surged across the North Sea, causing the boat to rock back and forth
“Stop!” cried the old man. The cup of alcohol in his hand suddenly
disappeared into a dark mist and he stared at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao gaped.
“Don’t say that again. I can’t explain those words to you. Neither
can anyone else in heaven or earth. If you truly seek enlightenment, then
enter the heart of the sea.” He closed his mouth and looked at the
young girl. Some time passed, and finally her countenance returned to
normal. She gave a slight nod.
Meng Hao was silent for a while, before asking, “What do you mean by
the heart of the sea?”
In a tone of voice which carried deep profundity, the old man said,
“There are things which have been concealed at the bottom of the sea
for a thousand years. That is the heart of the sea. If you seek an answer
to your questions, perhaps you should also examine your own heart.”
Meng Hao found himself lost in thought for a long time. When he finally
looked up, his eyes widened in shock. There was no trace of the old man
or the young girl. He was alone on the lake. In fact, the boat had
He stared blankly for a while, until his vision came to focus on a spot
some distance away. There, on the far bank, a group of people was
lowering a brand new boat into the water. It slowly entered the lake, and
then laughter rang out. The sounds of the peoples’ celebratory cheers
surrounded the boat.
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The boat slowly approached the center of the lake. Rowing it was a
middle-aged man, accompanied by a woman and a child. Meng Hao watched as,
day after day, year after year, he rowed back and forth across the lake.
Many years passed, and the man grew old. The man’s son grew up, and
took over rowing the boat. Years and years passed. Generations and
The boat, once brand new, slowly began to crack and grow old. It began to
Eventually it grew so dilapidated that it couldn’t be repaired. Like a
life that has reached its limit, it couldn’t be forced to go on any
further. It slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.
It had lived its life on the surface, and died at the bottom. Its
existence had been on the waters of the lake, accompanying generation
after generation of mortals who had created it. Other than them, the lake
was its entire life.
In its life, the lake was its companion. No one could hear the voice of
the lake, but it could. When it sank to the bottom, it died, but was also
At that moment, it awoke.
The moment it awoke, it saw a young girl standing at the bottom of the
lake, smiling at him.
“Will you… accompany me forever?”
“I don’t know how long forever is, but in my past life, I could hear
your voice. Now that I’ve died… I want to accompany you. I want you
to be part of my next life.” At this moment it came to understand
that… it was the spirit of the boat. Listening to the voice of the lake
over the countless years had caused the boat’s spirit to come into
Before dying, its life had been the waters of the lake. After death, its
spirit would protect the lake forever, into eternity.
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It was then that a boat once again appeared on the surface of the lake.
Inside the boat was a young girl warming a bottle of alcohol. Together,
they floated to and fro across the lake.
Meng Hao’s mind shook as he saw all of this transpire in front of him.
Everything grew blurry for a moment, and then came back into focus. He
was once again in the boat. The old man was there in front of him,
grinning at him and holding his cup of alcohol. The girl looked up at
him, smiling, her chin resting in her hands.
The old man took a drink. “This is my heart. Do you understand…
successor of the Demon Sealing Sect?”
Meng Hao was silent for a moment. Frustration shined in his eyes. He…
did not understand.
“Don’t search too hard for an answer. If you do, the answer you find
might be false. At some point in your life, perhaps you will be able to
find the answer. Don’t give up.” The old man looked at Meng Hao
“Big Brother,” said the young girl, “its aura … is beneath your
feet. Don’t provoke it. Remember… the great path of Demon
Sealing…” Waves once again surged across the lake in all directions,
great, tall waves that seemed to touch the sky. Everything turned dark
amidst the thunderous roar. The boat sank into the water.
Meng Hao didn’t leap out of the boat. Instead, he closed his eyes.
After some time passed, he opened them, and found himself sitting
cross-legged on the lakeshore. The lake was still. There were no waves
and no boat. What that had just happened had been an illusion.
The girl had not appeared, nor had the old man. Everything had occurred
in a dream.
“Its aura is beneath my feet….” Meng Hao’s eyes shone with
confusion. He looked down at his feet. He saw nothing but his shoes.
“The great path of Demon Sealing, a concept like a scripture.” Meng
Hao frowned, still unable to comprehend the meaning of the words. He
slowly got to his feet, then clasped his hands and bowed a third time to
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He looked out at the waters. “I don’t understand today,” he said
softly, “but I will achieve enlightenment one day.”
Waves suddenly rippled out upon the lake, seemingly in response to Meng
Hao. Meng Hao was just about to leave, when suddenly his eyes flickered.
Turning his head, he saw that off in the distance, several beams of light
were flying toward him.
“So here you are. The Priest sent us searching for you!”
“Grab him, and then everything will be made clear!”
There were three flashing beams, and three Cultivators. One of them was
at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, the others were at the eighth. All
three of them rode massive jade flutes. The two eighth-level Cultivators
were known to Meng Hao. They were Zhou and Tu of the Winding Stream Sect,
who had attempted to chase and kill Meng Hao before.
The person of the ninth level of Qi Condensation was a young man of about
thirty years of age. A cold, indifferent look covered his face as he
stared at Meng Hao.
They were being followed by five more people who sped along on foot.
Meng Hao’s expression was calm. He gave the people a glance, then
ignored them, bowing once again to the North Sea. As he did, the eyes of
Zhou and Tu flashed. Their hands flickered with incantation signs, and
dark clouds began to accumulate in the sky, accompanied by the rumble of
The young man of the ninth level slapped his bag of holding, and an
enormous drum appeared. He beat the drum once. It emitted a thunderous
boom which caused surrounding rocks and dirt to leap up into the air and
fly toward Meng Hao.
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At the same time, a lightning bolt shot toward Meng Hao. As it
approached, he calmly made a fist and punched the lightning.
A boom echoed out as the it shattered, transforming into a multitude of
sparks which then dissipated into the air. Meng Hao’s eyes flashed.
“Are you looking to die?!” he shouted. He leaped forward, and a
whistling flying sword appeared beneath his feet. He transformed into a
multicolored beam of light as he shot toward the three people flying
above him. At this moment, the mass of flying dirt and rocks was almost
upon him. He punched a fist toward it.
The power of the thirteenth level of Qi Condensation, the great circle of
Qi Condensation, erupted within Meng Hao’s body. He was now cut off
from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, the approaching
cloud of sand and stones was smashed into nothing by the power of his
fist. A massive wind rose up. His three opponent’s faces filled with
shock as they felt a force like that of a mountain pushing against them.
They spat up blood, especially Zhou and Tu. Their jade flutes shattered,
and they retreated, their faces filled with astonishment. Even as they
moved backwards, two sword auras shot past them. Their heads flew into
the sky, showering blood everywhere. Two Cultivators of the eighth level
of Qi Condensation, dead in an instant.
Meng Hao turned and looked at the ninth-level Winding Stream Sect
disciple. His face was pale and his body trembled as he retreated. The
people on the ground had stopped moving, astonished expressions on their
“What… what is the level of your Cultivation base!?” said the
ninth-level Winding Stream Sect disciple, his heart trembling, disbelief
covering his face. In his mind, someone of the ninth level of Qi
Condensation couldn’t simply kill two eighth-level Cultivators in one
instant. Perhaps he was… Foundation Establishment?
However, although Meng Hao emanated an enigmatic air, it was not the
power of Foundation Establishment. Therefore, the Winding Stream Sect
disciple was incredibly surprised and bewildered.
Even as the words came out of the man’s mouth, Meng Hao moved forward,
his face tranquil. Seeing this, the Winding Stream Sect disciple’s
heart began to race. He turned and fled.
Unfortunately for him, he was only of the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
Even if he could go a bit faster, his speed could never come close to
matching Meng Hao, who was of the great circle of Qi Condensation. He had
barely begun to flee before Meng Hao was next to him. Meng Hao’s fist
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The ninth-level disciple’s pupils constricted, and a profound sense of
life-and-death danger encompassed him. With a low shout, he slapped his
bag of holding. Several flying swords appeared, as well as a drum and a
jade slip covered with mystical carvings.
Meng Hao’s expression did not change in the least bit. His fist
continued to descend. The flying swords shattered into pieces. The drum
made a crashing sound as it exploded. Next was… the jade slip.
This jade slip could withstand an attack from someone of the ninth level
of Qi Condensation. But Meng Hao was of the great circle of Qi
Condensation. The jade slip was incapable of blocking him. It was
shattered into tiny pieces.
None of these things were even slightly capable of providing a defense.
The Winding Stream Sect disciple was now out of magical items. He watched
wide-eyed as Meng Hao’s fist came closer and closer, until it landed
onto his chest.
A bang rang out. This Winding Stream Sect disciple was famous in his
Sect, and was even known throughout the State of Zhao. But now, his chest
sank in, and a fountain of blood shot out of his mouth. Like a kite whose
string has been severed, he tumbled backwards twenty or thirty meters,
From beginning to end, it took the space of a few breaths for Meng Hao to
kill three people!
The rest of the Winding Stream Sect disciples on the ground had looks of
profound fear written on their pale faces. It was hard to tell who fled
first, because they scattered almost immediately. The only thought in
their minds was: run!
Meng Hao’s expression was the same as ever, but inside he sighed.
Because of the incident with Yan Ziguo, Meng Hao had learned the
importance of leaving behind no witnesses. He knew that killing must be
done resolutely. Even though he didn’t want to, attacking… was a
The old Meng Hao would never have made a move against the fleeing people.
But today was different. Meng Hao’s eyes flashed. Ten flying swords
flew out, infused with the power of the great circle of Qi Condensation.
The quality of the swords was poor, and incapable of containing such
power, so they exploded, transforming into countless fragments, which
continued to fly forward.
Blood-curdling screams rang out one after another. Each and every one of
the fleeing Winding Stream Sect disciples dropped dead.