Lizhou's Nine Secrets came from a very mysterious place. Ye Fan studied the silk carefully. According to what was written on it, it was very far away, close to the central region of the Eastern Barren Territory.
The Holy Cliff was an ancient name. It was marked on the silk, and it was the place that contained the Nine Secrets.
Ye Fan felt that the name was a bit special. He couldn't help but ask the big black dog, "Black Emperor, have you heard of the Holy Cliff?"
The big black dog's heart skipped a beat. "How do you know this name?"
"I threw the ancient scroll to Duan De and kept this silk. It mentions the location of the Nine Secrets." Ye Fan didn't hide anything from the Black Emperor.
"This place is very unusual. A great emperor went there and felt something when he saw the ancient cliff, so he went there to pay homage," the Black Emperor said.
"What kind of place is it?" Ye Fan was even more surprised.
"There's a rumor that a Sacred Body of the Ancients died there, and his blood dyed the stone cliff red. The great emperors of the ancients were all lonely and invincible. They traveled to the ancient cliff because they thought that if the sacred body was still alive, they would be worth fighting. "
"There's actually such an anecdote …" Ye Fan rubbed his chin. This was an unusual place. The Nine Secrets was in that area, so he had to go there.
However, he didn't want to leave right now. With the silk in hand, the Nine Secrets couldn't run away. When the time came, he could just follow the map. At present, what he needed the most was to increase his level, not to urgently search for secret techniques.
These days, he went to dozens of cities, constantly buying stones, and then went to uninhabited places to cut them open. In addition to what he had before, he had accumulated more than 5,000 kilograms of Source.
Right now, he could already break through to the Third Heaven of the Doctrine Palace, but he wasn't satisfied. He really wanted to advance to the Fourth Heaven.
However, it was too difficult. He needed 50,000 kilograms of Source. This was a dizzying number. It was difficult to rely on stone gambling alone.
"Maybe it's time to go to the Holy City …" Ye Fan said to himself.
After more than half a month, the storm in Lizhou didn't subside. On the contrary, it became more and more intense. The other person in the limelight that day, Duan De, was in a worse state than Ye Fan.
The heartless Taoist priest was indeed a character. That day, under those circumstances, he actually found an opportunity and successfully escaped.
However, his following days were extremely difficult. All the Holy Lands were searching for him at the same time, Wu Dao of the Thirteen Great Bandits was roaring as he chased after him, and the Demon Race was also pestering him relentlessly.
After fleeing for half a month, Duan Delian was so tired that he almost vomited blood. He was almost skinned alive. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and threw the ancient scroll away.
But even so, he didn't have it easy. Wu Dao of the Thirteen Great Bandits seemed to have locked onto him, and didn't stop for even a moment. He chased after him day and night.
Someone noticed that Duan De had lost a great deal of weight in this half a month, and his entire body was covered in bloodstains. But the only thing that surprised everyone was that he was still alive and kicking, and he didn't show any signs of being unable to hold on.
"This damn fatty is really lucky. All the Holy Lands didn't kill him, and even Wu Dao couldn't catch up to him." Ye Fan was a little speechless.
According to the latest news, Duan De was chased by Wu Dao to the point where there was no road to heaven or door to hell, and he fled in the direction of the Central State.
After the ancient scroll was thrown out by the heartless Daoist, the descendants of all the Holy Lands fought each other, which shocked the older generation figures. Their battle prowess was extremely astonishing.
"We have to return to the stone stronghold and move the people away. I reckon that after a period of time, the battle for the ancient scroll will have a result, and the Great Sage will most likely sit down and discuss it. "
That wasn't the nine secrets, but a world-shocking map. If all the great sects understood it, there would definitely be huge waves. It wasn't something a single sect could monopolize, and that place couldn't be conquered by a single Holy Land.
He didn't want the people of the stone stronghold to be attacked, so he wanted to settle them down in advance and get them far away from the Purple Mountain.
"If all the Holy Lands attack the Purple Mountain, the other places will definitely be empty. At that time, there might be an excellent opportunity. I need the source!" Ye Fan was full of desire.
Half a month later, Ye Fan and the Black Emperor returned to the stone stronghold. This place was just like before, and there weren't many changes.
This place was far from being rich and beautiful. The stronghold surrounded by reddish-brown stones was very desolate, and there was very little vegetation. This was merely a small oasis that spanned a dozen or so li.
However, the people here were in a very good state of mind. They dug for source for a living, so they didn't have to worry about their lives. They could go to the distant oasis to exchange for daily necessities.
"Little Brother Ye has returned, and there's also that … Black Emperor." The people in the stone stronghold warmly greeted him, almost calling the big black dog by the wrong name.
When they heard that they were going to move away from this place, many of the elders became silent. They had lived here for generations, and it was difficult for anyone to accept suddenly leaving.
"We have no choice but to move. In the future, this place won't be peaceful, and there will be a huge storm." Ye Fan patiently explained.
In the end, he had no choice but to invite Zhang Wuye over and briefly explain the situation of the Purple Mountain.
Hearing that all the Holy Lands were coming, Zhang Wuye's expression changed. He sighed and said, "Our ancestor told us to guard this place. Could it be that we have to leave now?"
The Black Emperor stretched out his massive head, and said, "Leave. Your clan will have great fortune in the future."
Ye Fan had heard that the first ancestor of the Zhang Clan — that Yuan Taoist Master — had once said that if they stayed here to pay respect to the Purple Mountain, they would have great fortune in the future.
For many people, completely leaving this place was a sad process. Ye Fan didn't rush them, because there was still plenty of time.
Even if the ancient scroll fell into the hands of the Holy Lands, it would be very difficult to have any results in a short period of time. The various parties were in a struggle, and they needed to constantly compromise and redistribute benefits.
However, it was at this moment that the big black dog discovered something. When he ran over to the Purple Mountain to take a look, he actually discovered a human figure. Someone had already arrived!
"Are you sure?" Ye Fan was shocked. This was really too fast.
"That person is extremely terrifying. I only saw a shadow, and he disappeared in a flash," the big black dog said in a low voice.
The Black Emperor only vaguely saw that person wearing a daoist robe, standing at the peak of the Purple Mountain, and then instantly disappearing, giving it a huge fright.
"Wearing a daoist robe? Could it be that damn fatty has come? But, wasn't he chased in the direction of the middle state? "Ye Fan was puzzled.
"It's definitely not that fatty. He can't possibly be that fast. I remember those who have been bitten by me very clearly. This person is extremely terrifying. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace."
Ye Fan felt that he needed to leave as soon as possible. This place was no longer peaceful, and this storm had arrived even faster than he had imagined.
"Hurry up and tell them to pack up quickly. I'm going to take a look outside." He left the stone stronghold, and headed to Flat Rock City to gather information. In the end, he found out that the Holy Lands hadn't made a move yet, and the storm of the ancient scroll had yet to subside.
"What's going on? The Holy Lands have no future, yet someone has arrived first. It must be a supreme elite." Ye Fan secretly guessed that this person had definitely already viewed the ancient scroll.
When Ye Fan returned, he saw the big black dog several dozen kilometers away from the stone stronghold. He asked curiously, "Why are you here?"
"An ox nose came and entered the stone stronghold. I can't see through him, and I'm afraid he'll harm me."
"So, you ran out?" Ye Fan was shocked. He was slightly worried about the people in the stone stronghold.
"Don't worry. With his cultivation level, he definitely won't make things difficult for mortals. However, I don't know why he entered the stone stronghold."
"This Daoist you speak of, could it be the one we saw at the peak of the Purple Mountain?"
"It's most likely that ox nose. Otherwise, how could there be two supreme elites in the same area?" The big black dog pondered for a moment, then said, "Go and see what he's doing."
Ye Fan thought for a moment, and then changed his appearance, disguising himself as Wang Shu. Even his essence and aura were almost the same.
Now, he was about to leave this place. Wang Shu was not in the stone stronghold, and was purchasing the necessary resources in Flat Rock City.
He returned to the stone stronghold in Wang Shu's appearance. The moment he returned, he saw that there were many people surrounding the stronghold, and many of them were discussing.
"What's going on?" Ye Fan asked.
"An old Daoist has come, and he's very strange. He's taken a fancy to Fifth Master Zhang's millstone, and he's also taken a fancy to Dumbo's millstone. He's planning to buy them."
"This old Daoist's eyesight is too poor. Even I can tell that the millstone and millstone definitely don't have Source, and he actually wants to buy them at a high price. I really don't know what he's thinking."
Ye Fan's heart suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly walked forward. There was an old Daoist in the crowd, and he wore an ancient Daoist robe. He looked quite old, and his hair had even turned white from washing.
'This kind of clothing is a little different from the current era …' Ye Fan's heart moved. The style of the Daoist robe was very ancient.
His expression was calm, but he was actually shocked inside. In that instant, his spirit sense made him feel as if he was facing a slumbering primordial dragon.
However, the spirit sense only flashed for a moment, and he quickly lost that feeling. He was calm, and there was nothing strange about him.
This was an old Daoist with white hair that reached his shoulders, and he looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He was hale and hearty, and was currently earnestly looking at Dumbo's millstone.
"I'll give you five kilograms of Source, and I'll take this millstone," the old Daoist said to Dumbo's parents.
"Five kilograms?!" The surrounding people were all shocked.
Even Ye Fan was a little puzzled. He was also seriously looking at the millstone, but he did not notice any abnormalities.
In the end, the old Daoist bought the millstone and began to dissect it in front of everyone.
Stone chips flew everywhere. He was very careful, as if he was afraid of damaging some precious treasure. He peeled off layer by layer, and did not use a bold and decisive chop at all.
However, in the end, the millstone turned into stone chips, and nothing was cut out. The old Daoist frowned, stood up, and pointed at the stone millstone in front of Zhang Wuye's house not far away. "I'll pay ten kilograms of Source for this millstone."
"This …" The people in the stone stronghold were quite shocked.
"Fifth Master, what's the origin of these stone millstones and millstones?" Ye Fan asked Zhang Wuye in a low voice.
"I've never heard of any origin …" Zhang Wuye frowned and thought carefully for a long time. "It's been used for generations, and there's nothing special about it. In any case, I can't see any Source in it."
Suddenly, Zhang Wuye's expression changed, and he exchanged a glance with Ye Fan. They thought of the same possibility — could these millstones and stone millstones have been left behind by their ancestors on purpose?
One must know that the Zhang family's ancestors were not ordinary people, but an eccentric person of their generation.
If they had been left behind by their ancestors on purpose, it must be extraordinary. With their eyesight, they could not see anything special at all.
"Are there many of these stone tools in the stronghold?" Ye Fan asked.
"The specifics … have not been calculated." Zhang Wuye's fingers were trembling.
Could it be that the eccentric person had left behind the most ordinary stone blocks, millstones, and stone millstones for his descendants? Ye Fan's heart trembled.
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