I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-951

Over many generations, clan members who came to this place would
prostrate themselves in front of this coffin and statue with the utmost
respect. None of them had ever even thought of having designs on the
offerings.

Meng Hao was the first.

His expression was somber as, after bowing deeply, he swished his sleeve
in a way that made it seem like he was truly and wholeheartedly
performing a service for the Patriarch. He walked up to the offerings
without the slightest hesitation.

He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh when he looked at the
fist-sized chunk of Immortal jade.

“Patriarch, those other clan members who came to visit in the past were
truly disloyal descendants. I can’t believe they let so much dust pile
up on this Immortal jade! To leave it sitting here for so many years is
really shocking!

“SHOCKING!” Meng Hao truly seemed angry as he stooped over and picked
up the Immortal jade. In that same instant, a powerful aura suddenly shot
out from the three magical items enshrined there.

Meng Hao didn’t seem to be fazed in the least. He actually ignored the
magical items completely. He was the type of person who dared to snatch
items directly from that Immortal pavilion in the Ruins of Immortality,
so how could he possibly be scared of these three magical items?

He quickly put the large Immortal jade away, and then produced a
fingernail-sized piece of Immortal jade to replace it. He carefully
placed it onto the tribute dais.

“Patriarch, look, this piece of Immortal jade is sparkling and
crystal-clear. It’s beautiful and lacks even the slightest speck of
dust. Only a piece of Immortal jade like this is befitting of a Patriarch
like you.” Meng Hao cleared his throat, then looked toward the other
offerings and spirit stones with shining eyes.

It was at this point that the auras of the three magical items exploded
out, causing incredible pressure to weigh down on the area.

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“Beat it!” roared Meng Hao, glaring at the magical items. “I’m
from the Fang Clan, and I have Fang Clan blood in me! If I want to tidy
up the Patriarch’s grave by replacing some of the tribute items, then
do you magical item spirits dare to stop me?!” The auras emanating from
the magical items suddenly stopped in place.

In that instant, Meng Hao employed the fastest speed he could muster to
quickly place the items and spirit stones into his bag of holding.

“How shocking! These spirit stones are all covered in dust! As a Junior
member of the clan, I simply can’t tolerate such a thing!” He
immediately produced some fingernail-sized, low-grade spirit stones which
he somberly placed onto the tribute dais.

“Outrageous! They only placed some bamboo lamps in front of this Fang
Clan Patriarch’s grave? That won’t do. As a member of the Junior
generation, it is my duty to exchange these for iron lamps!” He looked
at the two bamboo lamps, which glowed with mysterious light, and licked
his lips.

He was just about to grab them when the auras of the three magical items
exploded out again, filled with intense killing intent, seemingly
incensed. It was as if they felt Meng Hao had committed an offense
against morality itself.

Apparently, if Meng Hao dared to touch the bamboo lamps, the three
magical items would slay him where he stood.

Meng Hao stopped, then cleared his throat in embarrassment and slowly
pulled his hand back.

“What are you getting so excited for?” he said quietly. “It’s not
that big a deal! I’m acting in good faith.” He eyed the three magical
items covetously, then thought for a moment. Eventually, he gave up on
the idea of using Karma to force a destiny connection with them. After
all, this wasn’t that Immortal pavilion, in which the items had no
connection to a particular master. These three magical items were clearly
objects that had belonged to the fallen Patriarch, and the spirits inside
of them were charged with protecting this place.

Meng Hao might be greedy, but he had principles.

“Fine then. You’re clearly very loyal to the Patriarch. I have to
admire that.” Sighing deeply, Meng Hao took a few steps back. Face
solemn, he clasped hands and bowed low.

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Up above in midair, the Seventh Patriarch was now in a rage. Seeing Meng
Hao switching out the offerings, and then hearing his words, left the
Seventh Patriarch stamping with fury.

“How could the Fang Clan bloodline possibly produce such a shameless
scoundrel!” he said through gritted teeth. Then he saw Meng Hao clasp
hands and bow, and couldn’t help but gape again. Sensing Meng Hao’s
sincerity, he looked on silently for a moment, and finally, his gaze
softened. From the look of things, Meng Hao wasn’t completely beyond
redemption.

“Let’s see what this little hoodlum is actually like deep down, and
what sort of waves he can make in this place!” After a moment, he
looked off into the distance with a wistful expression.

“The ancestral land is divided into six main areas,” he murmured.
“The Dao Guardsman, the Field of Magic Enlightenment, the Quasi-Dao
Patriarch Tombs, the Nine Nethermountains, the Ancient Burial Ground, and
the Misty Heaven Vault!

“Those six areas are essentially arranged in a straight line. The
further one goes along, the more danger they will face. However, the good
fortune… also increases!

“This particular tomb lies on the border between the Field of Magic
Enlightenment and the Quasi-Dao Patriarch Tombs.

“From ancient times until now, the Nine Nethermountains have been the
farthest that most clan members can make it into the ancestral land. It
would be easier to find a phoenix feather or a qilin horn than to find
someone who could reach the Ancient Burial Ground. As far as the
necropolis in the Misty Heaven Vault, not even Eldest Brother, an
almighty Dao Realm expert, was destined to enter it.

“The reason, of course, is that at the end of the Ancient Burial
Ground, there is no path.

“The necropolis of the first generation Patriarch is located somewhere
inside the Misty Heaven Vault, along with his most powerful magical
technique… the One Thought Stellar Transformation!” Finally he closed
his eyes.

He had never actually laid eyes on the first generation Patriarch. The
only person who actually had was the old man in the stony cavern that the
Seventh Patriarch referred to as Eldest Brother.

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The other six people in thatcavern had been born in different
generations. However, after extinguishing ten Soul Lamps, matters of
seniority weren’t important, and because of the bloodlines that
connected them all, they called each other Brother.

“The clan has experienced three catastrophes….” said the Seventh
Patriarch, sighing. Because of those three catastrophes, the small group
in the stony cavern were the only cultivators in the entire clan who had
extinguished more than ten Soul Lamps.

In the moment that the Seventh Patriarch sighed, Meng Hao finished bowing
to the stone statue, and then sped away on the terracotta soldier.

Meanwhile, something was happening that even the Seventh Patriarch
didn’t notice. As Meng Hao made his way through the Quasi-Dao Patriarch
Tombs, taking anything he saw that appeared to be valuable, an aura was
slowly building up in the ancestral land, an aura that had never appeared
there before.

The aura had actually first appeared when the terracotta soldier had
caused the mountains to crumble, and then flew up into the air. When the
statue then picked up all of the boulders that contained enlightenment of
Daoist magics and divine abilities, the aura had grown even stronger.

Gradually, a very thin mist was building up over the lands.

Time passed. Meng Hao sat atop the terracotta soldier as it proceeded
forward. As he traveled, he continued to encounter enormous tombs.
Strangely, these tombs had no tombstones or writing on them whatsoever.

Meng Hao could only speculate based on what the Grand Elder had told him
that this was the location where the Dao Realm Patriarchs were buried.

However, he didn’t know their names, so he found the nameless tombs to
be somewhat odd. It was as if they had intentionally come here before
perishing, and didn’t want anyone to know who they were.

“Weird….” thought Meng Hao. However, this didn’t stop him from
carrying out his duty to tend to the tombs, and help the Patriarchs
exchange their various offerings.

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As Meng Hao swept the tombs of the Quasi-Dao Patriarchs clean, the
Seventh Patriarch up above was finding it much harder to contain his
wrath.

The only reason he could maintain his temper was that Meng Hao always
respectfully bowed to the grave upon arriving and departing, and didn’t
touch the tombs themselves.

A few days later, Meng Hao descended from above once again. This time,
the sight of the coffin and statue caused his eyes to widen. He stopped
in place and looked at the statue and the tombstone in front of it.

Up to this point, he had encountered seven tombs. None of those seven
tombs had any writing to explain who was buried there, but the tomb he
was in front of now did have a name!

Fang Pinqi!

The name was written in calligraphy that was as bold and flamboyant as
dancing dragons and phoenixes, and emanated a boundless aura. Beneath the
name was the Patriarch’s life story.

Meng Hao read over the life story of the Patriarch named Fang Pinqi, and
it caused rumbling sounds to fill his mind.

The story described Fang Pinqi’s life from the moment he started
practicing cultivation. When he stepped into the Immortal Realm, he was
the foremost true Immortal of his generation. His path was always that of
a Chosen, and was viewed as a blazing sun by the clan. When he entered
the Ancient Realm, he summoned fifteen Soul Lamps.

He performed countless meritorious deeds for the sect, and even forged
new paths in the Ruins of Immortality. He became the most outstanding
member of his generation, and successfully accomplished the deadly task
of extinguishing fourteen Soul Lamps, eventually becoming the Patriarch
of his generation. In the end, despite having extinguished the final Soul
Lamp, he failed to break into the Dao Realm, and became a Quasi-Dao
Paragon.

However, he did not go mad like most others did, becoming evil and
committing heinous acts. Instead, he maintained a tranquil heart, and
lived out his final fifty years of life in peace.

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During those fifty years, he still worked hard for the clan before
finally closing his eyes and passing away into meditation.

That was why this tomb was inscribed with his name and story. It also
contained a vivid introduction of the Quasi-Dao Realm, as well a clear
description of how terrifying it was.

By the time Meng Hao finished reading the story, he was panting. Now, he
understood the meaning of the term ‘Quasi-Dao Paragon’.

He thought back to the ancient Demon Immortal Sect, and how Ke Yunhai had
passed away in meditation. He also thought about Ke Yunhai’s
description of what it meant to be at the peak of the Ancient Realm.

“So, it turns out that between the peak of the Ancient Realm and the
true Dao Realm, there is another realm called the Quasi-Dao Realm. In
that Realm, one’s longevity collapses, leading to certain death. As
such, people go mad, and are called Paragons by others as a form of
respect. It’s almost as if people think using such a title will prevent
those people from going fully mad.” He looked at the stone tablet for a
moment, and then refrained from even touching any of the offerings.
Instead he clasped hands and bowed deeply.

After a moment, he left. It took a few more days to finish passing
through the tombs of the Quasi-Dao Patriarchs. There were eleven of them
in total, only three of which bore inscriptions.

They all had different experiences, but similar endings. The inscriptions
were almost like a book of comfort written for the clan, instructing them
about that Realm between the Ancient Realm and the Dao Realm. The people
in that realm, the Quasi-Dao Paragons, either went mad and performed
horrific deeds, or were worshiped in veneration for generations to come.

“The Dao Realm….” After passing the last tomb, Meng Hao stood there
and looked back thoughtfully. “The path of cultivation is one of grave
danger. Life or death crises present themselves at every step. Very few
people… can make it to the very end.” Meng Hao sighed, then clasped
hands and bowed to the tombs of all the Quasi-Dao Patriarchs.

Just as he straightened up to leave, he felt something vibrating in his
bag of holding. It was the ancient Demon Sealing Jade, which had remained
silent for such a long time. The intensity of the vibration even exceeded
the time when he had encountered the Sixth Generation Demon Sealer!

At the same time, Meng Hao suddenly felt an intense sensation that he was
being summoned, coming from deep within the ancestral land.

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“How could the League of Demon Sealers be buried in the Mountains and
Seas? They tread the path of Dao Tribulation of the Nine Mountains and
Seas. If they succeed… then the Mountain and Sea Realm… will return
to the League of Demon Sealers!”

After hearing this, Meng Hao instantly began to tremble.