I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-901

Meng Hao silently clasped hands and bowed deeply to the Grand Elder, who
looked on with a kind smile as Meng Hao left.

Finally, the Grand Elder was the only one who remained in the temple.
Gradually, the kind look faded away, to be replaced by a tranquil calm.
However, deep within his eyes, a sinister coldness flickered, something
no one would be able to detect.

He turned, and headed deeper into the temple.

A cold voice suddenly echoed out within the temple, causing the Grand
Elder to stop in his tracks for a moment.

“Thank you.”

“I’m not helping you,” the Grand Elder replied, “I’m just
following the clan rules. Everything… is for the clan!”

Meng Hao sped through the ancestral mansion in a bright beam of light
until he reached his Immortal’s cave. As soon as he set foot into the
courtyard, he saw Fang Xi sitting there quietly in front of the meat
jelly and parrot.

Considering how mentally preoccupied he was, Meng Hao walked past them
and sat down cross-legged in his residence. Eyes glittering, he pulled
out the box containing the Nirvana Fruits and looked down at it.

“Contrary to expectation… the Grand Elder really did hand it over to
me….

“Nothing he said in the temple seemed fake, but I still can’t shake
the feeling… that there was more to what he was saying than what was on
the surface.”

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Meng Hao wasn’t acting paranoid. After stepping into the cultivation
world, things had not always gone as he had expected. He knew that if he
wasn’t constantly on the alert, he could easily have ended up perishing
on multiple occasions.

He was also aware that he was in danger here in the Fang Clan. If he
wasn’t cautious in everything, he could easily find himself in a deadly
situation.

“There must be something wrong with the Nirvana Fruits themselves!”
he thought, his eyes glittering. He was still sticking to his original
judgement of the Grand Elder; none of the things the old man had said
could change that. Finally, he looked down at the box and slowly opened
it up.

A faint pressure began to emanate from within the box as Meng Hao looked
in thoughtful silence at the two withered fruits inside. Each of them was
about the size of an infant’s fist.

The blood in his veins surged, a bloodline connection to the fruits that
caused Meng Hao to suddenly feel a twinge of doubt regarding his
judgement.

“These truly are Nirvana Fruits, and they’re definitely stimulating
my blood. I seems like… they really are the Nirvana Fruits I produced
all those years ago.

“Don’t tell me that I really was thinking too much into things?” He
sighed and then slowly picked one of the Nirvana Fruits up. As soon as he
touched it, the reaction from his blood was even stronger, as if it
longed to assimilate the fruit. He placed it directly in front of his
face and looked at it closely.

“I need a lot of Spirit Extract to return these Nirvana Fruits to their
original state. At that point, I can absorb them….” He sighed again
and then began to place the Nirvana Fruit back into its box. It was at
this point that, all of a sudden, his hand stopped in place, and a bright
gleam appeared in his eyes.

“Wait, something’s off. The aura of Time on these Nirvana Fruits…
is not that of only a few hundred years!!” Panting, he slowly lifted
the Nirvana Fruit back up and stared at it closely. After a long moment,
a grim expression filled his face.

Meng Hao had cultivated the magic of Time in the past, and had used
Time-based divine abilities. Therefore, there were few people who could
accurately judge matters of Time the way he could. Although the auras of
the Nirvana Fruits were incredibly weak, they had been perfectly
preserved inside the jade box. Because of that, the aura of Time was
still there, and even though it was almost impossible to detect, Meng
Hao… could sense it!

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This was something that nobody, not even the Grand Elder, could possibly
have predicted.

“It’s time to find out exactly how old these particular Nirvana
Fruits are!” He performed an incantation gesture with his right hand,
unleashing Time magic. He made a sealing mark, and then the light of
augury could be seen in his eyes as he slowly stripped away the layers of
mystery that surrounded the fruit.

100 years. 200 years. 300 years….

Two hours passed, after which Meng Hao began to breathe heavily.

“10,000 years already!” By this point, he could determine with
absolute certainty that this Nirvana Fruit was not his. A cold light
flickered in his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he continued to
utilize Time magic to determine exactly how old the Nirvana Fruit was.

15,000 years. 20,000 years. 25,000 years….

If Meng Hao didn’t possess eighty percent of the power of a true
Immortal, and have an Immortal meridian inside of him that was eighty
percent complete, then he definitely would not have been able to use Time
magic for such an extended length of time. The sun soon set, and the moon
rose high into the sky. A tremor ran through Meng Hao; his cultivation
base was almost thoroughly exhausted… However, he was finally able to
roughly determine the true age of the Nirvana Fruit.

“More than… 100,000 years!!”

Meng Hao panted, and a look of disbelief could be seen on his face. He
then glanced over at the second Nirvana Fruit. To his senses, both seemed
to be exactly the same.

“They both exceed 100,000 years!

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“These aren’t MY Nirvana Fruits! Whose are they?” Meng Hao’s eyes
flickered, and as of this moment his faith in his own judgement was
stronger than ever. The Grand Elder definitely had some sinister motive
in giving him these Nirvana Fruits.

“The problem doesn’t lie with the Spirit Elixir, nor in the words he
spoke. Instead… the problem lies in that which I would least suspect…
the Nirvana Fruits themselves!” His face darkened.

“Now that I think about it, one of the things he emphasized the most,
the part that seemed to be spoken out of care for me, was the part about
absorbing the Nirvana Fruits as quickly as possible. That part… is
definitely suspicious!” Killing intent flickered in Meng Hao’s eyes.
As of now, he was certain that if he tried to absorb the Nirvana Fruits,
he would find himself in some sort of deadly crisis.

Snorting coldly, Meng Hao put the Nirvana Fruits back in the box, then
strode out into the courtyard and interrupted the duel between Fang Xi
and the parrot and meat jelly.

“Fang Xi,” he said, “have you heard of anyone else in the clan
producing Nirvana Fruits?”

Fang Xi looked completely exhausted, although a gleam of stubbornness and
even excitement could be seen in his eyes. When he heard Meng Hao’s
question, he gaped in shock.

“No, I haven’t,” he replied. “Only Nirvana Flowers, but those are
kind of useless. The only person to ever produce Nirvana Fruits is
you…. Eee? Wait, now that I think about it, there’s a rumor that the
first generation Patriarch produced Nirvana Fruits. Why, what’s
wrong?”

Meng Hao’s eyes flickered, and he promptly avoided answering the
question. However, more feelings of suspicion rose up in his heart.

“The Nirvana Fruits of the first generation Patriarch,” he thought.
“They would definitely be considered a precious treasure. Why would the
Grand Elder give them to me? Apparently, these Nirvana Fruits are
incredibly ancient, over 100,000 years old….”

Starting the next day, Meng Hao made his way around the ancestral mansion
filled with doubts, although no trace of his feelings could be seen on
his face. He met quite a few clan members, and went to quite a few
different buildings. He did his best to act exactly as a clan member
would who had been missing for years, and finally returned to the clan.
For example… he thirstily devoured information about the clan’s
history.

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Everything he did seemed completely normal, and not suspicious in any
way. Days passed. About a week later, Meng Hao’s interest in the Clan
History Pavilion seemed to grow deeper.

Much of the information about the clan’s history was recorded there,
and Meng Hao often showed up to pour through the records, which no one
found strange. There were a vast quantity of jade slips filled with
information about past events. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much
information about clan Patriarchs, usually just a sentence or two, or a
brief description.

Half a month passed. Occasionally, the Grand Elder would kindly summon
him and remind him to concoct the Spirit Elixir as soon as possible, and
then absorb the Nirvana Fruits. In the end, Meng Hao finally managed to
piece together a relatively intact story from all of the scattered bits
of information he had found.

Currently, he sat cross-legged in his residence, eyes closed as he
reviewed all of the information he had gathered in the past days.

“A sixth generation Patriarch, with an exceedingly high cultivation
base, went into secluded meditation for a single day… and suddenly died!

“A tenth generation Patriarch was also in secluded meditation… and
suddenly died!

“The same thing happened to a thirteenth generation Patriarch and a
sixteenth generation Patriarch. Both of them went into secluded
meditation and then… suddenly died!

“It wasn’t just them. In the past 100,000 years, there were other
Chosen and various clan members who went into secluded meditation and
then mysteriously died.”

All of this was information he had discovered in the jade history slips,
tiny clues and scraps of knowledge that at first seemed unremarkable.

Although they didn’t seem out of the ordinary when taken alone, Meng
Hao, being in the crisis that he was, had discovered all the information
and organized all the clues. In the end, an intense desire to kill rose
up in his heart.

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“Roughly 30,000 years ago, the frequency of the sudden deaths
decreased. Nowadays, they rarely occur.” When he opened his eyes, they
shone with a bright light.

“After tracking down more information about those ancestors who had
died… there was one common factor connecting all of them together. Some
of them went directly into the Ancestral Treasure Pagoda, and others
traded merit points to acquire rewards from the same pagoda.

“That’s definitely suspicious. Throughout the past 100,000 years,
many clan members have earned rewards from the Ancestral Treasure Pagoda.
These people were the only ones who died suddenly. It does seem
suspicious, but somewhat circumstantial.

“Until….” Meng Hao patted his bag of holding to produce a jade
slip. His eyes began to glow coldly.

“Until I found out this bit of information about the last clan member
to suddenly die, 30,000 years ago, information recorded in the diary of
his son!

“Just before dying, he managed to pass word to his son that he was
going to assimilate an object belonging to an ancestor. It was something
no one in the past had ever succeeded in doing. Furthermore, anyone else
who had attempted to accomplish the same feat had died. However, word had
been passed down by one of the ancestors that if someone could
successfully absorb it, it would solve the riddle of the Fang Clan
bloodline!”

Meng Hao took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment, they
opened again, and were extremely calm. There were no waves of shock or
astonishment as he looked down at the jade box.

“If my speculations are correct, most, if not all, of those people
suddenly died for exactly the same reason. And that reason was none other
than these two Nirvana Fruits!

“These Nirvana Fruits… originally belonged to that ancient
ancestor!” A cold smile broke out on Meng Hao’s face.

“The Grand Elder is pushing me to absorb them because he wants me to
experience that same sudden death!

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“The Grand Elder gave me the Nirvana Fruits in front of everyone, so
that it would be no secret. All the things he said, even that biased
oath, all seemed extremely aboveboard and honest.

“Therefore, if I died while absorbing the Nirvana Fruits, just like
everyone else who has attempted to do so, he would have done nothing
except lead me in that direction with his words. Any blame for my death
would have been placed solely on the Nirvana Fruits.

“Quite a flawless plan. I would die a meaningless death, and the Grand
Elder might even hold an incredible funeral service for me….” Meng
Hao’s smile became even colder than before.