A cold wind swept across the land, whistling through the mountains and valleys, making the place seem even more desolate.
The Northern Region was vast and boundless. Loneliness and monotony were the eternal themes. It was rare to see flowers in full bloom, and rare to see birds chirping. Oases were scattered like sesame seeds, and they were nothing at all.
Ye Fan passed through one red land after another, and finally found his destination according to his memory. A purple mountain stood in front of him, like an angry sword soaring into the sky.
There were also nine mountain ridges on the horizon, lying like nine dragons, exuding the vicissitudes of life and loneliness.
Without a doubt, he had come to the Purple Mountain, which was the Ancient Emperor Mountain mentioned by the primordial creatures. It was the place where Emperor Wu Shi died.
Since ancient times, no one could match the power of Emperor Wu Shi. He could intimidate the nine heavens and ten earths, and make many life forbidden zones behave themselves.
In fact, Emperor Ruthless was a good choice. He was definitely ruthless and powerful enough. If he came back to life, perhaps even the primordial ancestors would tremble. However, Ruthless could live for three or four lives, and no one knew which life he should find.
"Purple Mountain … I'm here again." Ye Fan sighed. He had tried several times to enter, but he couldn't. Now that he was forced to this step, he had to risk his life.
In the past, the holy lands attacked the Purple Mountain many times, trying to get Emperor Wu Shi's inheritance. But when the bell rang, people with multiple Imperial Weapons could only retreat.
The last time, the holy lands joined forces with the Central Province Divine Dynasty and finally broke in. Some people even said that they saw Emperor Wu Shi sitting cross-legged on a platform.
"It's been so many years. Why can the Wu Shi Bell ring without anyone? What kind of power is controlling it? Why can't the other Imperial Weapons resist?"
"Is Emperor Wu Shi really dead? He's such a powerful existence. Maybe he left something behind."
"Let's take a step back and say that if Emperor Wu Shi died, his corporeal body would definitely be imperishable. He has an innate saint body, and I have a saint body, so I should be able to sense him. If I can enter his body ….
Ye Fan muttered to himself. He had made up his mind to enter the Purple Mountain. He wanted to see Great Emperor Wu Shi, dead or alive. He had to get an answer.
He landed on the ground and approached the mountain step by step. This majestic purple mountain inspired awe and reverence in others.
There were too many secrets here. The deity in the hearts of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, the Undying Heavenly Emperor, was once buried here. It was originally called the Ancient Sovereign Mountain.
Even the Heavenly Prince came out from here. He was taken away by the Yuan Taoist Master 10,000 years ago as a rare stone, and then Ye Fan cut out a divine egg from the Jade Pool.
"The Ancient Sovereign Mountain is a place where the Ten Thousand Primordial Races make a pilgrimage. The Undying Heavenly Emperor is buried there. In the end, Great Emperor Wu Shi also chose this place." Ye Fan muttered to himself.
The Yuan Taoist Master once said that this place contained the extreme mysteries of heaven and earth. He once asked his descendants to pay respect to this mountain, hoping that there would be good karma in the future.
Now that Ye Fan had returned, he naturally wouldn't forget to use his Genesis Technique to investigate. He hoped that he would be able to solve this mystery today and find out what was so special about it.
"For the deity in the hearts of the Ten Thousand Primordial Races and the Great Emperor of the Human Race to choose this place, what kind of secrets does this place have?"
Ye Fan walked around the Purple Mountain and measured every inch of the land. He looked at the nine dragon veins in the distance and wanted to see through the mysteries of heaven.
Suddenly, when he walked around to the other side, he came face to face with someone. The two of them stared at each other.
"That dog Duan De!"
"Birdman Saint Physique, why aren't you dead yet!"
The two of them spoke at the same time and cursed each other. Both of them had unhappy expressions on their faces.
In front of them was a fatty who didn't look like a good person. He was wearing a Taoist robe and a purple gold crown. Everything he wore was definitely a treasure. It was Daoist Wuliang.
"Damn fatty, how many immoral things have you done? How many graves have you dug? Look at the crown on your head and the Heavenly Silk Daoist Robe on you. They were definitely dug out not long ago." Ye Fan said in disdain.
"Not bad, your eyesight has improved. Oh right, damn it, when are you going to return my weapons? Are you going to pretend that nothing happened after you robbed them all those years ago? "Duan De was very unhappy.
"Damn fatty, what are you doing here?" Ye Fan said with a surprised expression, "Don't tell me you also have designs on Great Emperor Wu Shi and want to dig up his grave?"
"You can't say that. Whether Great Emperor Wu Shi is dead or not is another matter." Duan De was very guilty and said, "I'm here to admire the ruins."
"You have the nerve to say that. People who dig up other people's ancestral graves all day are here to admire a great tomb. What do you think you mean?" Ye Fan curled his lips.
"F * ck, don't talk nonsense in this place, okay?!" Duan De was anxious.
"You also have times when you are afraid. Do you also believe that Great Emperor Wu Shi is not dead?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Even if Wu Shi is dead, he is not someone that others can blaspheme. You will be in big trouble if you speak nonsense." Fatty Duan became more and more guilty.
"You steal and dig all day and you also have times when you are afraid?" Ye Fan felt that it was funny.
"Damn it, don't compare me with those grave robbers. I am a researcher with lofty ideals. Everything I do is to restore the historical truth." Duan De boasted shamelessly.
Ye Fan said with a look of disdain, "You are a grave robber, but you act like an archaeologist. Even I feel embarrassed for you. Restore the historical truth? Why don't you say that you are researching the evolution and cultivation process of human beings?"
"I find that you, a guy who is not well liked, sometimes use words quite accurately. That's right, I am an archaeologist from now on. Don't call me a grave robber, I will be angry with anyone who mentions me again. I am a great archaeologist with lofty ideals. I take it as my duty to straighten out the progress of human beings and reconstruct the true history through the underground cemetery. "Duan De was awe-inspiring.
"I have never seen such a shameless person …" Ye Fan really couldn't stand him.
"That is why I am here to do archaeology. I want to witness the miracles of the ancient emperors to inspire the future generations. This is a milestone of great historical significance."
"Show off all you want." Ye Fan was speechless.
"Right, kid, why are you still alive? You offended the Valley of Divinity and cursed the ancient imperial family. Now you are alive and well in the Northern Region. Have you eaten too much or are you tired of living?" Duan De looked surprised.
"Can't you say something nice? I want to do archaeology, okay?" Ye Fan glanced at him.
"I know we are both great witnesses of history. Your Genesis Art and my Feng Shui are unbeatable in the world." Duan De was very good at talking. He suddenly asked, "Did you really leave this world for twelve years? Where did you go? What did you see? Are there many tombs there?"
"Where's the cool? Go to hell!" Ye Fan chose to ignore him and continued to measure the Purple Mountain. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.
The more he looked, the more he was shocked. What was so mysterious about this place? It involved life and death!
An ancient emperor choosing this place was self-evident. They controlled yin and yang, life and death. This was a little scary. Was Wu Shi really still alive?
"How come you also see something unusual? To me, the most authoritative person in the archaeology world, this place is really strange."
"What do you see?" Ye Fan asked.
"This is a huge tomb. It's pulled by nine dragon veins. It looks like it wants to break through the sky," Duan De said.
"What?!" When Ye Fan heard this, he shuddered. Listening to this guy, it really was like nine dragons pulling a coffin.
"As an authoritative person in the archaeology world, I can say with certainty that this tomb was not built for the dead. It was prepared for the living," Duan De said.
The two of them had similar viewpoints. After a serious discussion, they came to a shocking conclusion. The power of heaven and earth here could connect yin and yang and reverse life and death. It was an immortal land of fortune.
"Impossible. The ancient emperors should have all died. If Wu Shi was still alive, the Azure Emperor wouldn't have appeared in this world!"
"Last time when we attacked this mountain, someone said that they saw Emperor Wu Shi sitting on the dao platform. He was vivid and lifelike as if he had a life of his own."
…
The more they talked, the stranger they felt. This place made them feel a bit scared.
Then, they thought of the Undying Heavenly Emperor. He was an ancient existence, the only god in the hearts of the ten thousand ancient races. The Purple Mountain was his burial place. Strictly speaking, Emperor Wu Shi was a dove occupying the magpie's nest and later became the master.
Then, they thought of the Immortal Mansion World in the Central Plains. There was a coffin made from the Enlightened Tea Tree there, and inside was the Undying Heavenly Emperor's skin.
"Did the Undying Heavenly Emperor run out alive or was he thrown out by Emperor Wu Shi?"
The more they thought about it, the more they felt that something was wrong. This place was more complicated and terrifying than they had imagined.
"Brat, do you still want to go in?" Duan De glanced at him.
"I have no choice but to go in. In order to intimidate the ten thousand ancient races, I have no other choice. Otherwise, I'll start a massacre in the Valley of Gods!" Ye Fan sighed and then asked if he wanted to go in.
"I'm a man of great moral integrity. In order to restore the truth of history and solve the mystery of the Wu Shi Bell, I've decided to go in," Duan De said righteously. At the end of the day, he still wanted to dig up a tomb and had his eyes on the Wu Shi Bell.
Ye Fan was happy for him to follow. This guy had half a monarch weapon and knew feng shui tomb techniques. He would definitely be a great help.
"I can't go in like this. Back then, several sacred grounds and immortal dynasties went in with multiple monarch weapons and were killed. Who knows how many old antiques died? I only have half a monarch weapon, so I'll be blasted to pieces if I go in," Duan De muttered. He decided to find the blind old man and ask him to borrow the other half of the Sky-Devouring Evil Jar.
"Can you find him?" Ye Fan was doubtful. In these years, the thirteen bandits had either died or disappeared. They had all suffered heavy losses.
"Back then, he came out with half a monarch weapon to save those bandits, but he was almost killed by the clone of an ancient king. I arrived in time and fused the Sky-Devouring Evil Jar to destroy that clone. "
Ye Fan was astonished. He didn't expect such a thing to happen. It seemed that the thirteen bandits hadn't had a good time all these years. No wonder the old man had gone to break through. Could it be that he was about to become a saint?
"Perhaps only the Sky-Devouring Evil Jar can protect us after it fuses. It's different from other monarch weapons," Duan De said.
When the jar was separated, its power wasn't obvious and it was even difficult to activate. But once it fused, it would be incomparably strange. One could occasionally hear sighs as if the ancient Heavenly Emperor was about to revive.
It was Vicious' weapon, forged from his own body. It was completely different from other monarch weapons.
Duan De went to find the blind old man. Meanwhile, Ye Fan also left the Purple Mountain and began to make preparations.
In an unknown mountain range, Ye Fan went thousands of miles underground and buried his true body. His primordial spirit flew out and entered the saint shell.
"That damned Duan De is in this area. That bastard better not steal my true body," Ye Fan muttered. He didn't know how many Origin Divine Runes he had carved.
He racked his brains and spent several days to get the two pieces of green copper out and put them into the saint shell.
Then, Ye Fan brought a few emperor jades and other necessities back to the Purple Mountain.
"Damn, a saint!" Duan De had already returned. His eyes were wide open and he immediately took out the Sky-Devouring Evil Jar.
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