I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-946
What was it waiting for?
This was a question that no one in the Fang Clan had been able to answer
Meng Hao looked at the statue, weeping, fully aware… that the statue
had been waiting for him.
It had waited here alone for him for tens of thousands of years….
The reason it had flown here to the Fang Clan was because of the soul
blood that had emerged from Meng Hao’s forehead to connect him to the
statue. Because of that, it didn’t matter how much time separated them,
or who ended up taking possession of the soldier. Meng Hao… was always
its original master. 1
Years ago, before Meng Hao had even been born, the statue flew through
space, guided by his blood, all the way to the Fang Clan. It had found a
place where it sensed a familiar bloodline, and then chosen to wait there
This was the simple answer to the question asked by so many members of
the Fang Clan.
This was only one of the two statues that had been created for Meng Hao
by Ke Yunhai.
As for the other statue, perhaps it had fallen in battle at some point
throughout the years. Or perhaps it was in some other distant location,
standing alone and looking off into the sky just like this statue,
waiting for Meng Hao to come.
Time passed by slowly, and eventually, Meng Hao sat down cross-legged on
the statue’s head. He patted the surface of the statue, and his
expression continued to be one of reminiscence. He recalled everything
that had happened in the ancient Demon Immortal Sect, and his heart
filled with sorrow.
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Sometimes, a certain object will make you think of a certain person.
When Meng Hao looked at the statue, he missed Ke Yunhai. He missed the
man he had called father in that ancient world.
At the same time that Meng Hao sat down on the statue, there were nine
areas in the Fang Clan ancestral land where the air distorted, and nine
black-robed men emerged. They immediately produced jade slips that they
could use to detect bloodlines, then transformed into beams of light that
shot away from their original locations.
Killing intent boiled in the ancestral land.
One of the black-robed men held the jade slip in hand, and the desire to
kill gleamed in his eyes as he realized that he was the closest of them
all to Meng Hao. He made no effort to conceal the level of his
cultivation base. Power exploded out as he shot through the air in a beam
of light, following the jade slip’s guidance.
His cultivation base caused the clouds up above to seethe, and the ground
to shake. This was an Ancient Realm cultivation base, and as he sped
through the air, it was possible to see nine lamps behind him.
They were wooden lamps that burned with green flames. Eight of the lamps
were lit, one was extinguished.They began orbiting around the man, and
they pulsed with the power of a natural law of Heaven and Earth!
The Ancient Realm is also called the Ancient Soul. Based on the
accumulations and preparations made in the Immortal Realm, a minimum of
nine Soul Lamps will appear upon breaking through to the Ancient Realm.
More can appear depending on the profundity of the cultivator’s
cultivation base. To proceed through the Ancient Realm, the lamps must be
extinguished one by one. The extinguishing of each lamp counts as a
deadly test, and if the cultivator can extinguish all of the lamps and
remain alive, then they will be qualified to step into the Dao Realm!
However, to do so is incredibly hard!
The more Soul Lamps one possesses, the harder it is to break through, and
the greater the chance of death. At the same time, though, the more Soul
Lamps one has… the more shockingly powerful they will be if they
succeed in breaking through!
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That was so much so that there were some people with ten or more Soul
Lamps who, after reaching the late Ancient Realm, were qualified to fight
with someone in the Dao Realm!
In any given clan or sect, a cultivator with one extinguished Soul Lamp
would be considered to have the status of an Elder. The single stamp of a
foot could shake everything. Just one such person would be enough to
slaughter Meng Hao, but Fang Xiushan was obviously uneasy about the
situation. It was impossible to say what vast price he had paid, for he
had actually hired nine almighty Ancient Realm cultivators, each of them
with one extinguished Soul Lamp. Clearly, he wanted no mishaps or
accidents in having Meng Hao exterminated.
Meanwhile, a vague image appeared high up in the air where it was
impossible for anyone to see. An old man hovered there, looking down at
Meng Hao, who was still sitting on the statue’s head.
This image was none other than the divine will of the Seventh Patriarch
from the subterranean cavern beneath the Fang Clan.
When he saw Meng Hao sitting there abjectly on top of the statue, he
gaped in shock.
“What’s the kid doing?” he thought.
Meng Hao sat there atop of the statue for a while before raising his head
and looking off into the distance, where he saw a figure speeding toward
him like an arrow piercing through the roiling clouds.
The figure moved with incredible speed, bursting with astonishing energy
that seemed capable of splitting Heaven and Earth. This was a power that
Meng Hao could never fight against. Behind the figure were nine lamps,
eight burning and one extinguished, which emanated a primordial will that
cast strange colors into the sky.
Meng Hao’s eyes widened. This was his first time seeing Soul Lamps, and
after a moment of consideration, the coldness in his eyes grew more
“Soul Lamps are cultivated in the Ancient Realm….” he murmured.
“So, an Ancient Realm expert has appeared in the ancestral land. Fang
Xiushan… is this the expression of your killing intent?” He looked at
the figure that split the air as it shot toward him. It was a powerful
expert wearing a black robe, and he was closing in rapidly.
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He made no effort to conceal his monstrous cultivation base or his
massive killing intent. A wind kicked up, spreading across the lands and
kicking up dust. The wind couldn’t dispel the bleak feeling that lay
over the land, and in fact, made everything even more harsh and desolate.
The moment Meng Hao saw the black robe, killing intent flickered in his
eyes. He immediately thought back to how he had fled from deadly pursuit
in the starry sky.
“So, I guessed correctly,” he thought. “It was Fang Wei’s
bloodline who tried to prevent me from making it back to the clan
alive.” His face was calm as he faced the wild wind. His robes and hair
flapped in the wind, and yet, he continued to calmly pat the statue’s
The Seventh Patriarch’s divine will image floated in midair,
astonished. In his opinion, Meng Hao was now facing an Ancient Realm
expert with one extinguished Soul Lamp. For him to be acting so calm left
the Seventh Patriarch in a state of wonderment.
“Let’s see what kind of trump card the kid has to get him out of this
deadly situation,” thought the Seventh Patriarch, smiling and paying
close attention. He had already decided that he would take action in the
moment before Meng Hao would actually be killed.
The reason he had come here, though, was not for Meng Hao, but rather,
for those people who had dared to violate the clan rules.
Screaming wind filled the air as the black-robed man shot toward Meng
Hao. He was middle-aged and very skinny. His expression was calm, without
the slightest bit of excitement visible. To him, killing a member of the
Junior generation who wasn’t even an Immortal, was far too simple of a
It didn’t matter if his target had a rare true Immortal fleshly body.
To him, Meng Hao was merely a member of a younger generation. In his
opinion, Fang Xiushan was making a mountain out of a molehill to ask nine
people to all attack Meng Hao.
By this point, he was about 3,000 meters away from Meng Hao. In a flash,
that distance shrank to only a few hundred meters.
He said nothing, just extended his right hand and pointed toward Meng Hao.
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In response, the land up ahead twisted as a huge fissure opened up. It
looked like a vicious, evil dragon that shot toward Meng Hao.
Bizarre colors flashed, and natural law manifested. The light and the
darkness in the world seemed to be in flux.
From a distance, the sky appeared to have become a huge net; as soon as
the fissure appeared in the ground, the entire sky seemed to have
Meng Hao’s pupils constricted. The man’s arrival made it seem as if a
stifling pressure were weighing down on the entire area, like Heavenly
might. The pressure caused his blood to seethe, and his cultivation base
to begin to shatter. Even his fleshly body began to emanate cracking
“So this is an Ancient Realm expert, huh…?” A strange light gleamed
in Meng Hao’s eyes as the air ripped apart in response to the man’s
waving finger. This man’s manipulation of the natural law of Heaven and
Earth had already reached the acme of perfection; apparently, if this man
wanted the air to rip apart, then the air would absolutely do just that.
An intense sensation of deadly crisis rose up in Meng Hao.
However, as that fissure snaked toward him, Meng Hao’s lips twisted up
into a smile of ridicule.
In that moment, he did not move. What moved was the statue beneath him!
The statue’s eyes had previously been blank, without the slightest sign
of life. But now, they suddenly began to shine with bright light that
turned into consciousness. The face now flickered with expression, and
its aura roiled out.
It was nothing more than an aura, and yet it caused Heaven and Earth to
tremble, and the fissure that was extending rapidly toward Meng Hao
suddenly vanished into nothing!
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The massive net up in the sky also collapsed.
Rumbling sounds echoed out in all directions, and the ground quaked. The
mountains themselves shook as Meng Hao’s statue seemed to wake up from
a slumber that had lasted for tens of thousands of years. It was as if it
were being resurrected from the dead.
Its aura grew stronger and stronger, growing infinitely close to the
level of a Paragon. This type of Paragon was not the same type of Paragon
as the title held by that white-robed woman who had appeared in that year
in the Three Great Daoist Societies’ trial by fire. This was… the
Quasi-Dao Realm, which was referred to by the title Paragon in the Nine
Mountains and Seas!
As for why exactly it was referred to in that manner, there was a
The terracotta soldier’s eyes were growing brighter and clearer, and
its energy was surging to monstrous heights. It was as if the statue was
now rising up to accomplish the mission assigned to it by Ke Yunhai all
those years ago!
Its mission… was to protect Meng Hao for all time, to eternally act as
It was to never allow Meng Hao to come to any harm, to never experience
grief, and most definitely to never be killed. That… was the statue’s
mission, and the entire purpose why Ke Yunhai had created it.
Meng Hao sat on top of the statue, and he saw Ke Yunhai in his mind’s
eye. His face was stern, but his eyes were filled with love. Yet again,
tears appeared in Meng Hao’s eyes.
Once again… he felt Ke Yunhai’s fatherly love.
This time, it was manifested in the real world.
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Cracking sounds could be heard, and everything shook. Fissures appeared
in the mountain chains and then spread out in all directions.
The middle-aged man’s face flickered with disbelief and astonishment,
and his mind reeled. He subconsciously stopped in place, and his eyes
He was also a member of the Fang Clan, and what he was seeing left him
stupefied. He watched with his own eyes as the legendary protector of the
ancestral land and the Fang Clan itself, that enormous statue which had
never budged over countless years… suddenly moved!
He saw Meng Hao sitting atop the statue as it lifted its right foot and
took a step forward.
From a distance, the statue looked boundlessly tall and shockingly
powerful. When its foot landed on the ground, the entire world quaked. At
the same time, the statue’s arms moved, and cracking sounds could be
heard as the mountains that were connected to the statue crumbled,
transforming into nothing but rocks and dust that rolled off of the
statue down onto the ground.