I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-961

Above the Ninth Sea, the Door of Immortality opened, and boundless
Immortal light emanated out, completely bathing Fan Dong’er. At the
same time, enormous quantities of Immortal qi exploded out from the door
and bored into her body.

When the Door of Immortality opens, so do Immortal meridians. Every
person is different, so the number of Immortal meridians that can be
opened depends on a variety of aspects.

Take Pill Demon for example. Although the moment of his true Immortal
Ascension did not come with any display of Immortal meridians, that was
because he was the first true Immortal of the era. Therefore, he had
gained the approval of all the Nine Mountains and Seas, and his name was
engraved upon the Immortal scroll.

Those who used Immortality Illumination Vines to become true Immortals
were also approved by the Nine Mountains and Seas, and their names were
also recorded on the Immortal scroll, although they were viewed as
lacking some of the destiny of Heaven and Earth that Pill Demon had.

However, at its root, cultivation is about defying the Heavens and
contending for control of fate. The path to Immortality is one of
ascension through defiance of the Heavens.

As far as Meng Hao was concerned, if he succeeded in becoming a true
Immortal without using an Immortality Illumination Vine, and without
acquiring the Immortal destiny to gain the approval to become a true
Immortal, then his true Immortality would be completely domineering!

He would be an overbearing true Immortal who everyone had to acknowledge,
whether they wanted to or not!

Currently, Immortal qi raged above the Ninth Sea. Everyone watched as Fan
Dong’er’s body emitted scintillating light, and her aura exploded
with power.

10 meridians. 20 meridians. 30 meridians…. The light which emanated out
from her grew more intense, and shocking images like that of dragons or
phoenixes swirled around her!

40 meridians. 60 meridians. 80 meridians…. Rumbling filled the air and
shook the hearts of all onlookers as she reached 90 meridians! She was
now the complete center of attention, and yet, wasn’t done yet!

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91 meridians. 93 meridians. In the end… she opened 96 meridians!

The entire Ninth Sea was completely astonished!

As the Door of Immortality faded away, Fan Dong’er hovered there in
midair, her 96 Immortal meridians emanating Immortal power. She could
sense that she had been thoroughly remolded, and was now vastly more
powerful than before.

She looked out into the starry sky in the direction of Planet East
Victory.

“Meng Hao…. I’m a true Immortal now, and when I utilize the Ninth
Sea Immortality Incantation, I can double my power. There is still a
fight to be had between us, so I hope you’re able to keep up with the
current generation.”

At almost the same moment that Fan Dong’er opened 96 Immortal
meridians, back in the Fang Clan ancestral land on Planet East Victory,
within the mist, Meng Hao was holding the bronze lamp aloft as he stepped
into the open door of the necropolis.

He was now entering a place… that no one had ever entered from the
moment the first generation Patriarch passed away in meditation until
now! The necropolis!

As he entered, he looked up and saw a field of twinkling stars. There was
also a huge mountain, which was surrounded by four planets. Next to the
mountain was a starry sea.

It was the Ninth Mountain, the Ninth Sea, and the four planets.

That was the ceiling of the enormous hall in which he found himself.
Starlight glittered down onto a middle-aged man who sat atop a woven rush
mat. His face was calm, without the slightest hint that he might be dead.
And yet, his entire person emanated an aura of rot.

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He was almost like a statue that had been sitting there motionless for
countless years.

He wore a simple robe and a scholar’s hat. He sat there cross-legged,
his lips turned up in a slight smile. In his hand he held a scroll of
bamboo slips, and a glowing sphere of starlight hovered around him,
flickering.

In addition to this, there was a pill furnace, without any cover. Inside
of the furnace was a swirling mass of seven-colored mist, making it
impossible to see clearly whatever was inside. Above the pill furnace,
occupying Meng Hao’s entire field of view, was… a dragon.

It was… a dragon cast from bronze, its long body twisted around the
columns that supported the roof. Cracks spread out from the areas where
the dragon’s claws sank into the column, and its tail disappeared into
the darkness. Its head hung down directly above the pill furnace, into
which it was gazing with an expression of greed. Its mouth was open as if
it were about to consume whatever was inside the pill furnace.

The bronze dragon was incredibly realistic, even down to the scales,
making it almost look alive. Meng Hao even noticed several areas on the
dragon’s body where the scales were severely damaged, as if they were
scars earned from hundreds of battles.

As he looked at everything around him, Meng Hao began to pant. He almost
couldn’t believe that this was merely a bronze casting of a dragon; to
him, it almost felt as if it were a real, flesh-and-blood dragon.

One of the reasons for that sensation was that when he looked at it, the
Immortal meridian inside of him began to pulse violently and emit an aura
of longing, as if it wanted to completely absorb it!

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment. In a situation like this, he would not
act rashly. He scanned the huge temple hall, and then decided to skirt
the pill furnace and head over to the man sitting on the rush mat. He
looked at him sitting there meditating, and realized that he looked
exactly like the statue outside.

“First generation Patriarch….” murmured Meng Hao. As he looked at
the man, his blood began to thrum, as if it were a resonance between the
two of them.

After a long moment, Meng Hao knelt down and kowtowed to the man.

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“Fang Hao of the Junior generation offers greetings, Patriarch,” he
said, his voice sincere. Although he might have a bit of enmity toward
the Fang Clan, he only had feelings of respect for the first generation
Patriarch who had founded the clan.

After kowtowing, Meng Hao got to his feet and looked at the sphere of
starlight hovering around of the first generation Patriarch. Deep inside
the light, he could just barely make out a fingernail-sized asteroid.

As the starlight entered his eyes, Meng Hao’s breathing sped up a bit.
From what he could tell, this object… was probably a manifestation of
the One Thought Stellar Transformation.

He tried to reach out and grab the starlight, but no matter how he
attempted to take ahold of it, it did no good, as if the sphere were
completely ignoring him. It just continued to orbit the first generation
Patriarch.

Meng Hao thought for a moment, then abandoned any attempts to force the
matter. After all, the sphere of starlight was hovering around the first
generation Patriarch, so any attempt to forcibly take it away would
probably involve making contact with the Patriarch’s corpse, a level of
disrespect that Meng Hao wouldn’t show.

He took a few steps back, looking around and then floating up into the
air to take a closer look at the places where the bronze dragon’s claws
sank into the column. After a moment, he took in a deep breath, and his
expression was one of complete disbelief.

He then sank back down to the ground and glanced around vigilantly, his
heart pounding.

Moments ago, he had been able to determine that the cracks had not been
carved there, but had occurred naturally, as if… on some day in the
past, a real dragon had actually latched onto the column with its claws.

As he continued to gaze at the bronze dragon, images began to appear in
his mind. In the vision, he saw the hall, empty and peaceful. Then a
dragon charged in, swirling through hall and then wrapping around one
column after another. Its claws pierced into the columns as it lowered
its head, eyes flickering with greed as it attempted to consume the pill
furnace. It was in that moment that a powerful force rippled out, and the
dragon died instantly, transforming into nothing more than a bronze
statue.

As soon as Meng Hao experienced this vision, he was filled with shock.

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“This necropolis sure is full of strange things….” he thought,
blinking. He looked back at the first generation Patriarch, then was
struck by a sudden impulse. Meng Hao walked past him, then sat down
across from him, back facing the Patriarch, looking out into the hall.

His scalp instantly went numb as he realized that from this position, he
could directly see the dragon’s chin, and the lower part of its body.
Furthermore, it appeared that… if he were powerful enough, he could use
a single finger to cause the entire bronze dragon to explode.

He raised his hand and pointed in that very manner, then stood up and
followed the line that his finger had pointed at. When he arrived at the
place where that path intersected with the dragon’s chin, and examined
it more closely, he could sense something that caused his mind to tremble.

He was almost frightened out of his senses when that specific spot on the
dragon’s chin rippled as if with magic; apparently there was still the
residue of some sort of magical technique, left behind in this spot.

That indicated… that this was the point of impact that had led to the
bronze dragon being turned into a statue!

Meng Hao slowly turned around to face the first generation Patriarch.
Mouth parched and dry, he forced a smile onto his face and then clasped
hands and bowed.

“Patriarch,” he began carefully, “I am a member of the Fang Clan,
the sole descendant of the direct bloodline. I’m the only heir. Do you
get what that means, sir?! Basically, if I die, then the direct bloodline
will be gone!!

“Sir, you are an exalted and magnanimous person, so, um… well, I’m
here, not to disturb you, sir, but rather, to acquire a legacy so that I
can perform meritorious services for the clan!”

Meng Hao’s speech was met with silence, so after a moment, he backed
up, thought for a moment, then looked over at the pill furnace in
hesitation.

“Whatever it was that caused this incredibly powerful dragon to feel
such greed must definitely be a precious treasure…. Who knows how this
dragon managed to charge its way in here, but it shows that it’s
definitely not weak. Most likely, it actually came here before the Misty
Heaven Vault was created, and before the first generation Patriarch
perished. The fact that the first generation Patriarch caused the dragon
to remain in the necropolis shows just how powerful it was.

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“And the item it desired….” Meng Hao’s heart thumped as he
hesitated, torn about what to do. Finally, he looked up and yet again
clasped hands to the first generation Patriarch.

“Patriarch, my Bloodline Gatebeam rose up 30,000 meters, making me fit
to be called the number one figure of the Fang bloodline right now. That
indicates… that you and I have a very close connection, grandfather.”
He blinked.

“Considering our close relationship, if you were still alive, sir,
well, I think you would be very happy to see me. I have a pretty good
personality, and an even temper. I’m very obedient, and always follow
instructions. Pretty much everyone likes me.” Meng Hao slapped his
chest proudly as he described himself.

“Patriarch, you’re a member of the Elder generation, so to see
someone of the Junior generation after so many years, especially someone
as outstanding as myself, must surely make you very happy. You definitely
would want a member of the Junior generation like me to be handsomely
rewarded.

“I actually want nothing else than the contents of that pill furnace.
Why don’t you give it to me, okay? Oh, and the One Thought Stellar
Transformation? I’d love to continue to develop it. Right, about that
dragon, I’ll clear it out for you, how about that!?” Meng Hao,
feeling emboldened, and yet also gritting his teeth, slowly approached
the pill furnace and looked at the seven-colored mist inside. He then
gently blew on the mist.

As soon as his breath touched the mist, Meng Hao saw that inside of the
pill furnace was a jade plate, upon which was a blob of seven-colored
liquid.

The moment he saw the seven-colored liquid, all of the hair on his body
stood on end. As a Grandmaster of the Dao of alchemy, it didn’t matter
that he had never seen a liquid like this before, his intuition instantly
informed him that this was something that could not be consumed by
cultivators.

It contained a shocking, violent aura which indicated that any cultivator
who consumed it would be killed instantly.

It was at this moment that a thrumming sound could suddenly be heard from
within his bag of holding. The jade box inside shattered, and the two
Nirvana Fruits that had been given to him by the Grand Elder, the ones
that belonged to the first generation Patriarch, suddenly flew out of
their own volition. Seemingly striving to outdo each other, they shot
toward the seven-colored liquid inside the pill furnace.

It was as if the first fruit to touch the liquid would be completely
restored!