He was slowly carried by the clouds to the front of the Fire Cloud Cave. Yang Jian finally saw the true appearance of the human race's ancestor, Yu the Great.
He was a little short, but he exuded a mountain-like heaviness. His face was a little mediocre, but his eyes were bright and lively, giving off a dignified aura.
As soon as Yang Jian's feet landed on the ground, he bowed to Yu the Great. "Thank you for your help, Imperial Lord."
"There's no need to thank me. You don't have to call me Imperial Lord anymore. I've already stepped down from the position of Lord. Now, I'm just a cultivator cultivating here."
Yu the Great's voice was as heavy as his face. There was no loneliness in his words. Instead, there was a hint of nostalgia in Yu the Great's eyes after he said that.
Yang Jian could only address him as "Senior" because it would be too much of a killjoy to address him as "Former Emperor".
"Come in. Although this is a place of cultivation, there are often guests here."
Yu the Great called out and led the way.
Only then did Yang Jian see that Yu the Great was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. He was barefoot, wearing a straw raincoat, and had a straw hat on his back. He looked more like a fisherman.
As he pondered, Yang Jian's eyes revealed some admiration.
That attire should be the "battle robe" that Yu the Great often wore when he was controlling the flood. After Yu the Great took off the Human Emperor's robe, he put it on again.
The eight "human emperors" who were cultivating there were all people who had great merit for the human race. Yang Jian did not dare to look around. He only looked down at the path beneath his feet and followed behind Yu the Great.
A pair of cloth shoes entered his eyes, and Yu the Great stopped in his tracks.
Yang Jian hurriedly looked up and saw an old man in a long robe standing at the fork in front of him. He had white hair and a slender figure. He was only dressed in a cloth robe, but he had an immortal demeanor.
He should be the one who spoke just now.
Yang Jian hurriedly walked forward and bowed to the old man. He raised his head but did not know what to address him. He could only address him as Senior.
The old man smiled and said, "Not bad. It's really not bad that Yuding has a disciple like you."
"Thank you for your help, Senior," Yang Jian thanked him again.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled. "There's no need to stand on ceremony. There's no need to be too polite. Follow Da Yu to get the axe first. Whether you succeed or not, come to me later."
"Yes." Yang Jian respectfully accepted the order. He raised his head again and again, but he could no longer see the old man's figure.
However, one of the seven entrances at the fork in the road was glowing faintly. It was the third entrance on the right.
"Follow me." Da Yu sighed. "That senior is Shennong, a true sage of the human race. If it weren't for this senior's enlightenment, I don't know how many people in the world would have died from extreme cold. "
The person who saw him just now was Shinno?
Yang Jian recalled the appearance of that human sage and felt that he was more like a Taoist priest who had cultivated for an unknown number of years.
Da Yu walked in front and headed towards the first cave on the left.
Yang Jian followed closely behind him. When he heard the sound of water in front of him, he could not help but look up.
There was a tightly closed door in the cave, and in front of the door was a pool of water that was a hundred feet square. There was a stone path in the middle of the pool, and there were colorful stalactites above it. Spirit water was constantly dripping down from the stalactites.
There were four words written on the door: "Wen Ming's Chang 'an".
He did not know what it meant.
As Da Yu walked down the path, the two doors slowly opened. Da Yu made an inviting gesture. Yang Jian modestly took two steps back. Da Yu finally smiled and walked in first.
Da Yu smiled and said, "You're quite polite. You're not like some disciples of the Dao Sect. They always feel that we are just acting according to the will of the heavens and were lucky to pick up some merit."
Yang Jian said, "I was chosen by Master and was lucky enough to enter the Dao Sect. However, before I entered the Dao Sect, I was a human. I was not a demon, a spirit, or a monster. After entering the Dao Sect, my background did not change."
Da Yu nodded and sighed softly. "That's right. I understand why Senior Shennong appeared to see you. The thing you're looking for is in front of you. Go look for it yourself. "
Yang Jian was stunned when he heard that. He looked up and looked ahead.
At some point in time, he had already appeared in a hall. There were two rows of stone pillars in front of him. At the end of the two rows of stone pillars, there was a huge axe that was wrapped in dozens of chains and trapped in midair.
How should I use it?
Yang Jian turned around, but he could no longer find Da Yu. There was a stone wall behind him. Where was the door?
The Fire Cloud Cave was really filled with mysteries.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior." Yang Jian cupped his hands and walked forward, his entire body on guard.
From Da Yu's words, he could infer that whether he could obtain the Mountain Splitting Axe or not would depend on his own fate and luck, or perhaps some special method.
Why did Da Yu seal the Mountain Splitting Axe? Da Yu had also said that the Mountain Splitting Axe had to be suppressed by the destiny of the Human Emperor to be an invincible weapon.
After he abdicated, the destiny of the Human Emperor would no longer exist. That was why the axe had to be sealed.
Then, should I break the seal? Or should I suppress the ferocious aura in the Mountain Splitting Axe? Or should I do both at the same time?
As Yang Jian pondered, he approached the Mountain Splitting Axe. For some reason, the scenery in front of him was changing quietly. An inexplicable dizziness spread in his essence soul …
Illusion?
No, it doesn't seem to be just an illusion.
It was as if a door in Yang Jian's heart was gradually closing. He suddenly forgot the few obsessions in his heart, as if he had become another person.
On the other side, Da Yu, who had left Yang Jian's side at some point in time, jogged all the way to a square altar.
There were already six figures standing there. There were two white-haired old men, a middle-aged man dressed in an emperor's robe with a long sword at his waist, and three middle-aged scholars dressed in plain clothes.
An old man held an Eight Trigrams Disc in his hand. The other old man Yang Jian had just met.
Da Yu walked to the altar and surrounded a platform that was emitting white fog with the six of them. Yang Jian's figure was on the platform.
Da Yu, who had been very dignified in front of Yang Jian previously, revealed a simple smile and asked, "Seniors, what do you think of this little fellow named Yang Jian?"
Shennong smiled and said, "I think that this child has a tough heart and a perfect Dao heart. He will definitely pass the mental test."
"That's not true." A middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "We are all humans. As humans, we can't be pure. We have been cultivating and comprehending the Dao here for so many years. Other than Senior Suiren and Senior Shennong, how many people have passed the mental illusion set up by Senior Fuxi? "
The old man with the Eight Trigrams Disc smiled and shook his head. He extended his hand and pointed at the platform. Yang Jian's figure became clearer.
"The first round is over," said the old man with the Eight Trigrams Disc. "Fellow Daoists, just watch."
What is this?
The scene in front of him gradually turned blurry and finally turned into a cloud.
Yang Jian wanted to walk forward and casually waved his hand to disperse the fog. He saw a majestic palace, and two beautiful figures flew out from the palace and directly walked over to hold onto Yang Jian's wrist.
The person on the left was Ao Xinke, who had taken off her tight dress and put on a green feather robe. She was extremely beautiful and rubbed his arm gently.
The person on the right was a young girl. She was dressed similar to Ao Xinke. Her face was similar to Yang Xiaochan's, but she was also similar to Xiao Lan, who had stunned Yang Jian.
"Who are you?" Yang Jian frowned and asked.
"Husband, husband, husband, have you forgotten me?" 'Ao Xinke' was on the verge of tears.
Boundless ripples surfaced in Yang Jian's heart. He hurriedly hugged Ao Xinke and said warmly, "How could that be? How could that be … But I … Yes, I was drunk last night."
Just as he comforted them, the young girl on the other side stomped her feet. "Hmph! After Brother married Sister-in-law, he's really becoming colder and colder to me! "
Yang Jian smiled awkwardly and looked at the young girl. A sentence surfaced in his heart. Yang Jian wanted to hold back his words, but his mouth did not listen to him. He said softly, "Chan 'er, don't think too much. I will always have you in my heart."
"Brother …" Yang Xiaochan's eyes rippled as she leaned against Yang Jian.
Ao Xinke, who was at the side, whispered something into Yang Jian's ear. Although it was intermittent, it made Yang Jian frown.
What is this?
She wants me to take in a sister? That's the biological sister of this body! How could I do such a beastly thing?
But for some reason, Yang Jian felt as if there was a ferocious beast running wildly in his heart. Unbearable scenes appeared in his mind.
How could it be!
Yang Jian only felt his hands and feet were ice-cold. He stood there and stared.
Could it be that he always had feelings for Xiaochan that surpassed that of a brother and sister?
No, no, this can't be true! Even if there were some strange feelings, they were extinguished by him!
"What are you afraid of? She's not your biological sister … Your soul comes from another world. She has no real relationship with you. What are you hesitating for?"
This voice was like a curse. The more Yang Jian resisted this voice, the clearer it became.
Finally, Yang Jian held his head. He had a splitting headache. Suddenly, he let out a low roar and fainted.
On the altar of the Fire Cloud Cave, a few people looked at the old man who was holding the Eight Trigram. The old man smiled, and his eyes showed some nostalgia.
A scholar shook his head and sighed. "Did we pass this test? It's actually so simple this time. "
Da Yu said, "That's not the case. As long as he has feelings in his heart, he will not be able to pass this test if he does not face them."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe smiled and said, "I quite admire this child. The people who flew out of the hall to welcome him were the people he had once fallen in love with. I didn't expect them to only be two women. They can be said to be innocent. If it were me … "
The scholar beside the yellow-robed man shook his head and said, "At least 30,000."
"Hahaha!" The yellow-robed man did not mind. Instead, he laughed happily.
The old man with the Eight Trigrams Disc shook his head and sighed. He pointed at the platform and the scene inside changed again. It was a picture that made one's blood boil.
However, the scene was very blurry. Clearly, the old man with the Eight Trigrams Disc had used a mystical ability to prevent the woman in Yang Jian's heart from showing any signs of love.
The yellow-robed man sighed and was naturally a little disappointed.
"He actually fell into this realm. That's bad." Da Yu frowned.
In the painting, Yang Jian was sitting on a bed. His hands were tightly gripping the bed. His eyes were red, and blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He completely ignored the two women beside him …
"Brother … don't you want to?"
"What's wrong with Husband today?"
Two resentful sighs sounded. Yang Jian felt as if there were a few ants crawling around in his heart. It was indescribably unbearable.
"I only believe in the things I remember in my heart! I don't remember when we got married, nor do I remember that Little Chan and I have ever violated the rules! "
Yang Jian suddenly closed his eyes and shouted, "Illusion Destruction!"
He suddenly opened his eyes again. He could not help but laugh beside him. Behind the curtain in front of him, a graceful figure walked over slowly.
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