I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-953
Meng Hao looked around proudly as the terracotta soldier set foot on the
peak of the mountain. From here, he could see an enormous cliff, upon
which was carved a half moon.
Meng Hao’s eyes widened as the same image of a half moon suddenly
appeared in his mind.
He couldn’t take the stone cliff away, nor could he duplicate or
reproduce it physically. It seemed that the only thing he could do was to
look at it. That said, a single glance would completely engrave the image
inside of him. However, Meng Hao could also tell that the image would
only last for nine days.
Nine days later, the image of the half moon would fade, and he would be
unable to remember it.
“This is the Nethermoon…? So, I guess I need to gaze upon all nine
mountains within nine days, huh?” Meng Hao smiled. To others, this
would have been difficult, but to him, accomplishing such a task would be
“This place really is a Blessed Land.” He sighed, then patted the
terracotta soldier, causing it to fly down the first mountain and head
toward the second.
From the time the Nine Nethermountains had been created by the first
generation Patriarch years ago until now, something like this had never
happened. As Meng Hao proceeded forward, anything that was available for
the taking was placed into a bag of holding.
All obstacles, all beasts, were like dried weeds that he could crush
without any effort….
Even the mountaintop bosses would cower in hiding as soon as they saw the
terracotta soldier. Meng Hao was allowed to easily pass through the
second mountain, and then the third….
He acquired so many legacies and magical techniques that he lost track of
how many there were. Nor did he have time to keep them organized. As long
as he had an available bag of holding, he would throw his acquisitions
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“Once I get out of here, I might be able to trade these things for even
better stuff in the clan!” Meng Hao was only continuing to get more and
more excited. For the first time in this place, he was beginning to
experience the sensation of being rich.
The feeling fueled his excitement, and he quickly sped onward through the
fourth and fifth mountains.
At the cliff on top of each mountain was an image of a half moon. Each
time Meng Hao looked at the image, the imprint of the half moon inside of
him grew clearer. Gradually, an increasingly powerful pressure began to
emanate out from the imprinted image in his mind.
Time passed. By the time the third day had gone by, he was at the eighth
Meanwhile, a black-robed old man stood at a position near the top of the
eighth mountain, stuck in a spell formation, looking with alarm at a
certain jade slip. For the past three days, he had been observing the
jade slip continuously, and could clearly see the dot of light that
represented Meng Hao getting closer and closer to his own position within
the Nine Nethermountains.
When he saw Meng Hao choose to start at the first mountain, he sighed
with relief, and even laughed coldly. In his mind, Meng Hao most likely
didn’t dare to select the mountain that he himself was on. This caused
him to consider chasing after Meng Hao after all.
However, his new idea was quickly shattered to pieces when he saw, to his
astonishment, that Meng Hao actually… passed through the entire first
mountain in only a few hours.
After that, it took him just three days to go from the first mountain all
the way to the eighth mountain, upon which he stood. This scene caused
his scalp to tingle so much it seemed about to explode. His mind buzzed,
and he began to get jittery from fear. He wished he could simply leave
the mountain and flee.
He had no idea how Meng Hao was doing what he was doing. But actually,
that wasn’t important. By this point, he was certain that if he ended
up meeting Meng Hao, he would more than likely end up dead.
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“What do I do? What do I do…?” The black-robed old man looked at
the jade slip, and the dot of light that represented Meng Hao. It was now
heading toward him with terrifying speed, causing the old man to begin to
pant with alarm.
After several hours passed… he could see Meng Hao, barreling toward him
from further down on the mountain. Then he saw… the terracotta soldier
Meng Hao was sitting on. The old man let out a cry of alarm.
“That’s the aura of a Quasi-Dao Paragon!!
“This… this….” As soon as the old man saw the statue, he
understood everything. Then he realized that the statue looked very
familiar, and it only took a moment for him to realize what it was. At
that point, his legs suddenly grew weak, and the shadow of death spread
out across his entire body.
He began to pant as hundreds of thoughts ran through his mind. After a
breath of time passed, Meng Hao and the terracotta soldier were closing
in. The old man took a deep breath, then, expression somber, clasped
hands and bowed deeply toward Meng Hao.
“I am Fang Daohong!” he gushed. “Greetings, Prince Hao! 1
“Prince, you must be quite shocked to run into me here. That
contemptible and shameless Fang Xiushan made a lot of promises to me to
convince me to come here and kill you, honorable prince. However, Fang
Xiushan was unaware that I am actually upright and not given to flattery,
and have always admired the exalted Fang Xiufeng! How could I possibly
give aid to a villain like Fang Xiushan!?
“Therefore, I accepted Fang Xiushan’s proposal. However, my true goal
was to come here and protect you, Prince! Prince Hao… um, you know,
when you were small, I actually held you in my arms….”
Even as Fang Daohong spoke, the terracotta soldier came to a stop
directly in front of him. It was nine meters tall, not gigantic, and yet
it emanated a certain pressure, as well as a Quasi-Dao aura, that caused
the old man to tremble. He swallowed hard, then forced a smile onto his
face, trying to make himself look as harmless as possible.
Meng Hao sat on the terracotta soldier, looking down at Fang Daohong.
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“You held me when I was a baby?” Meng Hao asked calmly.
“Yeah, that’s right!” he replied, nodding his head vigorously.
“Prince Hao, I really did hold you in my arms. You were so cute when
you were small! And now you’ve grown up to be so handsome….” This
old man was not the type to speak flattering words, but in this
situation, he didn’t hesitate at all.
Meng Hao looked at the old man thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded.
“Fine. Since that’s the case, drop your cultivation base to the
Immortal Realm. I’m going to hex you with a restrictive spell. From now
on, you’ll be following my orders.”
Fang Daohong was shocked to hear Meng Hao’s words. However, the
terracotta soldier’s aura exploded out before he could refuse. It was
like a mountain crushing down on Fang Daohong, and he was filled with a
sense of deadly crisis that caused him to grow ashen, and sweat to pour
down his face.
Inwardly, he was cursing Fang Xiushan to death. His hatred for Fang
Xiushan had reached an indescribable level, and he was also filled with
deep and profound regret.
Then he saw the cold gleam in Meng Hao’s eyes, and his heart seized.
After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh, unhesitatingly lifted
his right hand up, and then smacked it down onto his chest.
Blood sprayed out of his mouth as many of his qi passageways were
shattered, and his cultivation base dropped from having one extinguished
Soul Lamp, down to the peak of the Immortal Realm.
Meng Hao did not seem to be moved by this action. With the terracotta
soldier present, there was no question that Fang Daohong would agree to
Meng Hao’s requirement. However, if Meng Hao didn’t have the
terracotta soldier to protect him, there was no doubt in his mind that
the old man’s face would be as cold as ice, and he would slaughter him
where he stood.
Meng Hao did not show pity to enemies; sparing the man’s life was more
than enough kindness.
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When he saw Fang Daohong’s cultivation base drop, Meng Hao extended his
right hand and unleashed the Sixth Demon Sealing Hex. Instantly, streams
of black and white qi began to swirl around his hand. The two streams of
qi illuminated his face with flickering black and white, making him look
Fang Daohong’s scalp went numb; the black and white qi left him
trembling with fear.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Prince Hao… what… what
is that restrictive spell?”
“Oh, it’s a hexing spell I learned a few days ago,” Meng Hao
replied, glancing at Fang Daohong. “I’m still getting used to it, but
don’t worry. This is the first time I’m really confident that I can
succeed. In fact, if you lower your cultivation base a bit more,
there’s a much higher chance of success.”
Fang Daohong’s face fell.
“You learned it a few days ago? Still not used to it? This is the first
time you’ve felt confident in using it?” More beads of sweat popped
out on the old man’s face. He was getting the increasing feeling that
these two streams of black and white qi could suck his soul away. He even
had the premonition that if the hexing failed, he would most likely die
an agonizing death.
He watched as Meng Hao pointed at him, whereupon Fang Daohong threw his
hands up in front of him and cried out.
“Wait, hold on….” He began to step backward, but then, the
terracotta soldier raised its greatsword, which radiated killing intent.
Fang Daohong immediately stopped in place.
His face was pale white as he clenched his jaw and then slapped his chest
several times in quick succession. He coughed up several mouthfuls of
blood. The severe self-inflicted injury caused his cultivation base to
drop from the Immortal Realm down to something equivalent to the Dao
Seeking stage. At that point, he stopped, looking up at Meng Hao with an
ashen face and a bitter smile.
His sudden action caused Meng Hao to look at him closely for a moment,
then point out with his right finger again. Immediately, the black and
white streams of qi shot through the air and burrowed into Fang
Daohong’s body. He trembled, fell to the ground, and began to shriek
miserably. At the same time, gray magical symbols began to appear on his
skin, where they circulated back and forth. Apparently, these magical
symbols grew up from inside his body and manifested on his skin.
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Meng Hao stared closely at Fang Daohong. This time, he had used a
slightly different method to utilize the Sixth Hex. If this method
didn’t work, then he would have to attempt some other way.
Time passed. Fang Daohong’s shrieks eventually grew weaker. After
enough time passed for an incense stick to burn, he suddenly went very
stiff, and all of the magical symbols faded away. The only thing left
behind was a new magical symbol, on his forehead. That magical symbol
then made a popping sound as it flew out from his forehead and merged
into Meng Hao.
When that happened, Meng Hao could sense a warm current flowing within
him. At the same time, the image of a tiny person appeared in his mind, a
tiny person whose physical appearance was exactly the same as Fang
“Did it work?” thought Meng Hao, looking a bit shocked. After so many
times trying out the technique, this seemed like his first success.
Fang Daohong stared in shock for a moment, then crawled to his feet. The
overwhelming pain he had experienced moments ago was now gone. He blinked
a few times, then moved his arms and legs a bit. He didn’t feel the
least bit different than before.
“Prince, you… you succeeded?” he asked tentatively.
Meng Hao frowned as he studied the tiny figure within his mind. Heart
thumping, he imagined smacking the tiny figure with his palm. As soon as
he did, Fang Daohong let out a shriek. It was as if some enormous,
invisible hand had just smacked him; blood sprayed from his mouth, and he
was knocked to the ground. After struggling back to his feet, he looked
around in confusion.
Meng Hao’s eyes began to shine as he imagined the old man being struck
Nothing visible happened, and yet, Fang Daohong screamed as if he were
being struck by lightning.
Meng Hao’s eyes shone even brighter as he imagined the old man being
burned, drowned, trampled, crushed by a mountain….
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Fang Daohong shrieked miserably as he felt his hair burning, his body
being submerged in water, his muscles bruised, and, in the end, he lay
pinned on the ground as if he were being crushed by some gigantic object.
All of these things caused him to look at Meng Hao with terror. He knew
of all sorts of hexing magics and restrictive spells, but he had never
heard of anything as unbelievably terrifying as this.
He suddenly had the sensation… the Meng Hao was going to toy with him
until he died.
“So, this is the Sixth Hex, huh…. The Life-Death Hex… is absolute
control.” He took a deep breath and then smiled.
His smile caused Fang Daohong to shudder. The sense of humiliation he
felt at that moment was intense, and that caused his hatred of Fang
Xiushan to seep down into his bones!
1. Fang Daohong’s name in Chinese is 方道宏 fāng dào hóng. Dao is
the same as “the Dao,” which could also mean “path” or “way.”
Hong means “grand” or “magnificent”