The white-haired young man felt helpless when he saw that the child was acting like a hooligan in front of him. He sighed softly and said, "The Outer Gate has its own rules, and the elders in charge of the Outer Gate will deal with it. Since they didn't find out what you did, or they didn't care about it, I won't overstep my authority. I'll remember your seven sins for now, and I won't punish you!"
Fang Xing let out a long sigh of relief when he heard that. He felt a chill on his back because he was drenched in cold sweat just now.
The white-haired young man continued, "I called you here because I wanted to observe your comprehension ability and test your physique to see if you're suitable to inherit my inheritance. However, I have another idea now. Perhaps, you might be able to see through that diagram …"
At this point, he pondered for a moment, as if he had made a decision.
"Follow me!"
He stood up and brushed his palm over the chessboard. The chessboard immediately turned into a stone statue. The chess pieces were rooted to the ground, and no one could move them anymore. It seemed that the chessboard was sealed, and only when he came back would it continue to play.
Then, he summoned a green cloud and stood on it with Fang Xing. They quickly flew to the back of the mountain.
When they arrived at the back of the mountain, there was a forest of stones. They were ferocious, strange, and disorderly, like a cluster of stone swords pointing at the sky.
At the edge of the forest of stones, there was a cave dwelling. It was quiet and simple. The white-haired young man led Fang Xing into the cave dwelling. On a stone shelf, he removed the eighteen layers of seals and took out a scroll. He sighed and handed it to Fang Xing, saying, "You are evil and not suitable for my inheritance, but you might be suitable for this scroll. I'll give you three days to see if you can understand this scroll. If you can't, I'll erase your memory after three days, and you can go back to the Inner Gate!"
"Scroll?"
Fang Xing curiously opened the scroll, and for some reason, he felt an eerie feeling, and subconsciously shrank his head.
There were no people on the painting, nor were there any mountains or rivers. There was only blood.
A trace of blood, bright red and dazzling, seemed to have splashed onto the scroll.
"This was formed when a person was beheaded, and the blood from his neck splashed onto the scroll. Therefore, this picture is called the Beheading Picture!"
The white-haired young man said softly. There seemed to be a complicated look in his eyes. He patted Fang Xing's shoulder and left with a sigh.
"That's the tenth person …"
The white-haired youth arrived outside the cave and raised his head to look at the starry sky. In a place where the human eye could not see, in the starry sky where ordinary cultivators could not touch, the nine mysterious coffins floated in the air, as if they had frozen the universe of this planet. They had already existed for many years, and had also caused many great changes in the cultivation world. However, after so many years, countless people with special abilities had never been able to unravel their secrets.
This child was the tenth person that he had found to view the picture in the past three hundred years.
A thousand years ago, one of the nine mysterious coffins projected a divine light onto the Nan Zhan continent. All the cultivators of the world went to investigate and discovered that there were actually countless mystical books and magical tools. There were even legendary elixirs. For a time, the Nan Zhan continent went crazy. Countless old monsters of the aristocratic families who had been living in seclusion for a long time came out of their nests and fought for it with all their might. They did not hesitate to start a massacre.
The Blue Cloud Sect was only a small sect. In this battle, they were simply powerless to participate in the fight.
However, Bai Qianzhang could. At that time, he was not called Bai Qianzhang yet. His name was changed after he saw a scroll in the inheritance. It was also because at that time, he had just encountered a great change. He grew a head of white hair at a young age, so he casually took this alias. It was also at that time that he made a huge decision. He took a scroll and betrayed his family.
That scroll was this' Decapitation Picture '!
Bai Qianzhang knew that this picture was of great importance and that there were mysteries hidden within it. However, after seven hundred years, he still could not understand it. With no other choice, he chose to enter the sect and find talented disciples to comprehend this picture in the past three hundred years. However, in the past three hundred years, he found nine people to comprehend this picture. In the end, seven of them failed. Their memories were erased and they were sent back to the inner sect.
The other two, in the process of comprehending this picture, went berserk and were burned into a pile of ashes.
This time, he chose Fang Xing because he felt that Fang Xing was a little different from the others.
After finding so many talented disciples, he found nothing. Perhaps this youngster who was different from others would make a discovery.
At this time, in the cave, Fang Xing was looking at this scroll in a daze. He sat down on a stone table.
It was just a smear of blood that splattered on the picture. It was very simple.
However, if one looked closely, one could faintly feel a sense of fear coming from the painting. That bloodstain, who knew how many years had passed, was still bright red, as if it still had life. And from this life, one could feel the boundless monstrous anger of a person, endless unwillingness. It was as if there was a vengeful spirit in the painting that wanted to destroy the heavens.
When one focused on this picture, it was as if an illusion would appear in front of one's eyes. On the God Execution Stage, a hero at the end of his road roared towards the sky and cursed the unfairness of the heavens. However, a sword light struck him and his head flew up, fresh blood splattered …
No wonder the white-haired teen called it the 'Decapitation Picture'. This was indeed a decapitation picture!
Because everyone who saw this painting would be infected by the unyielding will of the painting, and they would see that illusion.
However, what did the white-haired person want him to comprehend?
Fang Xing sat in front of the picture silently. He looked at it for a long time and finally, he couldn't help but use the Yin Yang God Demon Mirror.
The Yin Yang God Demon Mirror could almost identify everything that he saw that was tainted with spiritual energy.
He wanted to use the mirror to see what was in the picture before thinking about what he needed to comprehend.
He focused on the picture and his spiritual energy was consumed bit by bit. Then, a message appeared in his mind.
"… Celestial blood … Sword of Destiny …"
Through the Yin Yang God Demon Mirror, he actually identified what was in the picture.
One was celestial blood, the other was Sword of Destiny.
Fang Xing was astonished. The person whose neck blood splattered on the picture was actually a celestial?
If he was a celestial, who had the ability to behead him?
Other than that, Sword of Destiny … Was it referring to the sword intent of a heaven-class cultivation technique?
Fang Xing had just used the Yin Yang God Demon Mirror not long ago. He knew that the cultivation techniques in the world, from top to bottom, were Dao Arts, Heaven Arts, Celestial Arts, God Arts, Xuan Arts, Spell Arts, and basic cultivation techniques. As for this sword intent, was it activated by a heaven-class cultivation technique?
The second of the seven cultivation techniques, how strong was the person who used the sword?
It was no wonder that the celestial was killed. Because even the Celestial Arts were ranked below the Heaven Arts!
"If there are only these two things in the picture, then I can only comprehend one of them …"
Fang Xing thought about it in this way and it was much easier because there were clues to follow.
Even Bai Qianzhang only knew that there was a mystery in the picture, but he didn't know what the mystery was, let alone the other disciples who came to comprehend it. They could only look at the picture and open up their minds. Through the anger contained in the bloodstain, they could capture the bits and pieces of Dao marks. Because they didn't know what they wanted to comprehend, they could only try their luck.
But Fang Xing was different. He knew what he needed to sense, so he could aim for it!
Just like how everyone was looking for something on a deserted beach. Some people didn't know what they were looking for, but they knew that there was definitely something on the beach. Fang Xing, on the other hand, knew what he was looking for from the start.
In this way, he naturally had a great advantage.
After he hung the scroll on the stone wall, Fang Xing took a deep breath and started to calm his heart as he comprehended the secrets of the Dao within it.
"Anger … Hatred … Unyielding …"
Focusing on the bloodstain on the picture, Fang Xing gradually felt all kinds of strong and complicated emotions.
This celestial's blood was the last drop of life force that a person who was unwilling to die had spat out.
After he died, he lost his life force, and the blood that flowed out became dead blood. He could never have any emotions.
Therefore, this blood contained many complicated emotions, and it also contained an immortal's last life force.
Fang Xing's mind drifted as he comprehended the emotions contained in the bloodstain …
Anger, hatred, unyielding, insolence, hatred … There were almost all kinds of emotions, but there was no fear!
"What exactly is it about to comprehend? What would a person think when he's about to be beheaded? "
Fang Xing stared at the beheading picture and slowly returned to when he was eight years old. That time, he was also almost beheaded.
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