I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-959
The scene playing out in front of Fang Daohong and Fang Linhe left them
shaken mentally. They immediately followed behind, staring at the
terracotta soldier next to Meng Hao. When it came to the statue, Fang
Daohong was slightly less surprised, whereas Fang Linhe was completely
Up in midair, the Seventh Patriarch looked closely at Meng Hao, his
expression growing more serious by the moment. Based on everything Meng
Hao had done along the way, and all his unprecedented accomplishments, as
long as he didn’t lose his life, he would surely shake the entire Ninth
Mountain and Sea one day.
“In the future, he will be the main pillar of the Fang Clan!”
Meanwhile, Fan Dong’er was still in the midst of her Immortal
Tribulation, battering her Door of Immortality. In the Fang Clan
Ancestral Mansion, Fang Xiushan was staring pale-faced into a crystal,
observing what was happening in the Lifeslip Hall.
One after another, without even half an incense stick of time between
them, the lifeslips belonging to two Ancient Realm Elders emitted
cracking sounds and then shattered into pieces….
The other jade slip that he had been watching this entire time remained
“Impossible…. The deaths of the previous two could be chalked up to
dangers in the ancestral land. But… but a whole month has passed, Fang
Hao is still alive, and two more Ancient Realm Elders are dead!
“What exactly is going on in the ancestral land? How could this be
happening? What’s going on!?!?” Fang Xiushan’s eyes were completely
bloodshot, and his hair was in disarray. He sat there trembling, having
long since moved from his own residence to a hidden chamber.
This chamber was very close to where his son Fang Wei was in the middle
of secluded meditation. At the moment, Fang Xiushan didn’t dare to set
foot outside. Currently, he had no way of resolving the situation, so he
had no choice but to conceal himself here.
“As long as Wei’er becomes a true Immortal, the Grand Elder will
handle everything according to the clan rules. The clan is most
important, so he won’t make things too difficult for me. Plus, I have
father to help take care of things. This matter will soon be a thing of
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“Fang Hao, you shall die! If you don’t die in the ancestral land,
then you’ll die at Wei’er’s hand!” Fang Xiushan’s expression
twisted, and he gritted his teeth. Apparently, that outcome was the only
one which could release the shock and anxiety he felt in his heart.
However, he still couldn’t understand why the nine Ancient Realm Elders
he had hired couldn’t kill a solitary Fang Hao. In fact, over the
course of a month, four of them were now dead, while Fang Hao was still
Just what had happened in there to cause this unforeseen turn of events?
This was currently the source of his greatest confusion.
Even as Fang Xiushan sat there thinking, the Grand Elder was in another
location in the Fang Clan ancestral mansion. He was in a rage, his face
twisted in anger over what was happening in the Lifeslip Hall. He, of
course, was well aware of exactly why all the Elders had died.
His eyes glinted coldly when he summoned Fang Xiushan, only to receive a
reply that Fang Xiushan was in secluded meditation near Fang Wei. That
caused the Grand Elder to hesitate for a moment.
At the moment, Fang Wei’s Immortal Ascension was the most important
matter in the whole clan. All other matters were of secondary importance.
“Fang Wei. Fang Hao…. Let’s see which of the two of you… is the
true Chosen.” After another moment of thought, the Grand Elder flicked
his sleeve and left.
Back in the ancestral land, Meng Hao proceeded along. The rifts closed
wherever he went, all the way until he reached the end of the Ancient
Burial Ground. After having passed through regions of 100,000 rifts, he
was now surrounded by thick mist.
The mist didn’t just exist in this place. The entire ancestral land was
filled with it, something that was completely unheard of. Even the
Seventh Patriarch was shocked.
Meng Hao stood at the edge of the Ancient Burial Ground, looking at the
thick mists up ahead of him. Compared to the mist in his immediate
vicinity, the mists up ahead seemed boundless, as if they covered
everything, even the Heavens.
Everything was covered in endless, majestic mists.
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Off to the side was another huge stone stele, upon which was written
three shocking characters….
Misty Heaven Vault!
Beneath the three characters were lines of text, each one being the name
of a person.
Next to each name was a number.
The first name on the list was Fang Shoudao, and next to it was the
There were nineteen names in total, and the last few names on the list
all had the number 1 next to them.
The names emanated an ancient feeling, as if they had existed on the
stele for many years. When Meng Hao reached the ninth name on the list,
his eyes widened in surprise.
The name was Fang Danyun!
He was the Dao of Alchemy Division’s current Pill Elder!
Fang Daohong stood next to Meng Hao explaining the location in a low
voice. “There is no path through the Heavenly Mist Vault.
“This is the last section of the ancestral land…. The first
generation Patriarch’s necropolis is located somewhere inside, although
nobody knows exactly where.
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“From the moment of its creation, this place has been the end of the
line for the clan members who come here. According to the rumors, nobody
has ever found the necropolis within the mists. The reason for that, of
course, is that there is no path inside.
“From ancient times to now, only nineteen Senior clan members have ever
made it to the Misty Heaven Vault, and those numbers next to their names
are how many steps they were able to take inside.”
Meng Hao’s eyes focused intently on the stele.
“Nobody’s ever been able to step into the necropolis?” he asked. As
he looked at the list of names and numbers on the stele, he sent his
divine sense out into the mists. As soon as it entered, it encountered an
intense repelling force, and was expelled. These mists truly seemed to be
like an impenetrable fortress that did not allow anything to enter.
“Prince,” Fang Daohong hurried to say, “you really shouldn’t try
to go in…. This is a place where people under the Immortal Realm
can’t even enter. Not even the Dao Guardsman can go in.
“If you want to enter the Misty Heaven Vault, you have to meet two
conditions. First, your cultivation base has to be in the Ancient Realm
or higher so that you can use your Soul Lamp to guide the way. The second
requirement is that you have to possess a corporeal body.”
Meng Hao didn’t respond. He sent some divine will into the terracotta
statue, and sent it forward toward the mists. However, as soon as it
touched the border, the same force shoved back, making it impossible for
the terracotta soldier to move forward. When he tried to force it to do
so, a terrifying pressure exploded out from within the mists.
Meng Hao’s mind was shaken, and he immediately pulled the terracotta
“Prince, your… your cultivation base isn’t in the Ancient Realm,
and you have no Soul Lamp. You simply can’t proceed.” Fang Daohong
glanced over at Meng Hao and stepped toward the mists.
As he did so, he inhaled deeply and nine Soul Lamps appeared around him.
As they rotated around him, they slowly merged together. When they had
combined into a single lamp, they floated forward to make contact with
the mists. As soon as the lamp touched the mist, it sank back by a
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“Look, Prince,” said Fang Daohong, sighing slightly and stepping back
to stand next to Meng Hao. “This is my limit, only a single centimeter.
If you had a powerful Soul Lamp, you would be able to resist the mists
and get much further in.”
Meng Hao frowned. Having gotten all the way to this point, he just
couldn’t resign himself to leaving. If this was the first generation
Patriarch’s necropolis, then it meant that the Fang Clan’s most
powerful Daoist Magic, the One Thought Stellar Transformation, would be
It was like standing in front of a mountain of treasure and being
incapable of reaching it. To Meng Hao, it was a very intolerable feeling.
However, he was not the type of person to be easily convinced by what
could be fallacious information. He stepped forward and, as he stood
there in front of the mists, extended his right hand and pushed it
forward. Immediately, a powerful force pushed back, as if there were an
invisible barrier which prevented him from pushing his hand in at all.
Meng Hao tried pushing a few more times before letting out a resigned
sigh. He was just about to retract his hand when his eyes then went wide
as he suddenly sensed his Immortal meridian pulsing wildly in a way it
never had before. It was almost as if it were reacting to something that
existed inside the mists, something that was attracting his Immortal
Meng Hao had experienced such a sensation before; it was the same sort of
feeling he got when the Immortal meridian had strengthened itself by
consuming the massive quantities of energy from the stone steles in the
Three Great Daoist Societies’ trial by fire.
Meng Hao started panting, and his eyes began to glitter brightly. He had
an intense premonition that if he could get into the Misty Heaven Vault,
then perhaps… he could break through to true Immortality right here in
the ancestral land!
Meng Hao immediately began to attempt numerous methods to succeed. After
two hours passed, he finally had to admit… that it was a place he
really wasn’t able to enter.
“Prince,” said Fang Daohong, “there’s no need to keep trying. We
still have less than a month before the ancestral land opens up again.
There are still other places with good fortune, places that you can
easily get to with the Dao Guardsman. As for this place here… without a
Soul Lamp, you might as well just forget about it.”
Meng Hao stood there silently.
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Up in midair, the Seventh Patriarch was currently paying close attention
to what was happening. He watched Meng Hao make his repeated attempts,
then sighed, and his eyes flickered with disappointment.
“I guess I set my expectations too high,” he thought, shaking his
head. “The Misty Heaven Vault requires an Ancient Realm Soul Lamp.
That’s something the Dao Guardsman can’t help out with. The more
powerful the Soul Lamp, the further into the Heavenly Mist Vault you can
get. However, not even Eldest Brother, the Earth Patriarch, could get
more than 39 steps in.”
Suddenly, Meng Hao looked up at the Misty Heaven Vault, and his eyes
began to gleam with light of curiosity.
“You need a Soul Lamp…. A Soul Lamp to lead the way…. A lamp…. I
have a lamp!” Meng Hao began to pant as he glanced back at the Soul
Lamps circling around Fang Daohong. Just now, a completely preposterous
idea had formed in his mind.
It was a completely absurd plan, and it involved an object he had never
before thought to associate with the Soul Lamps of Ancient Realm
Even now, it seemed like something completely improbable.
Finally, though, it reached the point where he couldn’t hold back. He
just had to try, so, eyes flickering, he slapped his bag of holding…
causing a bronze lamp to suddenly fly out!
This bronze lamp was none other than the one he had acquired from the
temple hall in the ruins of the Immortal Ancient Daoist Rite Temple, the
same treasure from which he had acquired his Immortal meridian, that now
contained a flame from the Essence of Divine Flame.
Holding the bronze lamp in hand, Meng Hao took a deep breath and then
slowly walked toward the wall of mist up ahead. When Fang Daohong and
Fang Linhe caught sight of the bronze lamp, they gaped in shock. Were it
not for the fact that Meng Hao held their lives firmly in his hand, they
would most certainly be incapable of holding back from laughing at Meng
Hao’s apparent insanity.
However, their expressions quickly changed to ones of open-mouthed
astonishment, and they began to tremble uncontrollably.
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As Meng Hao neared the mists, rumbling sounds suddenly filled the air.
Strange colors flashed as everything shook. The mists began to fall
apart, churning in an unprecedented fashion. All of the mists inside of
the ancestral land seemed to be going crazy, and immediately, more mist
began to surge out from every nook and cranny, making it so that the
entire ancestral land became just like the Misty Heaven Vault.
The mist was trembling, almost as if in fear!
Meng Hao’s bronze lamp seemed to have cast the entire ancestral land
into a state of awe, and the mists almost appeared to be prostrating
themselves in worship!
As for the mists directly in front of Meng Hao, as soon as the bronze
lamp neared them, they seemed to be torn apart with domineering force. It
didn’t matter who this place previously belonged to, or who used to
dwell here, as of this moment, everything was submitting to the bronze
Amidst the rumbling, the mists were torn apart… and parted down the
A path was carved out… which led straight ahead!!
It was a huge path, at the end of which, shockingly… was an enormous,
pitch-black temple hall!!
This sight caused Fang Daohong’s and Fang Linhe’s minds to reel, and
their hearts to lurch with enormous waves of shock. They trembled
violently, filled with unspeakable astonishment. Even knowing that Meng
Hao had taken control of the Dao Guardsman hadn’t turned their world
upside down as much as the scene that was playing out in front of them
The Seventh Patriarch had been on the verge of turning away and leaving.
“Impossible!!” he said, voice quavering.
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He began to tremble, and his mind filled with roaring and he almost fell
out of the sky in shock. Even his cultivation base was now somewhat