Ye Fan stood on the Eight Ridge Mountain and looked around. He sighed in his heart. This was worthy of being the ancient Dragon Mountain of China. Even the ancient Chi Song Zi was buried here.
The eight mountain ridges stretched across the land. Dragons danced in the air as if they were about to leap into the nine heavens. It was majestic and mysterious. He took one last look and left. Not long after, he returned to his home in B City.
His parents had passed away. After calming his heart, he realized that there were not many things he wanted to pursue in this life. He calmed his heart and pondered. Cultivation became his only goal.
In the past, achieving the Dao and becoming an immortal was not his path. He buried his head in cultivation just to come back and cross the starry sky. Now that his parents were gone, all his efforts were for naught.
Ye Fan began to think about where he should go. In the end, he calmed his heart. Achieving the Dao was the only choice. At this stage, there were no other things he wanted to pursue in this life.
Since ancient times, no one could say for sure whether immortals existed or not. Longevity was also very vague. To this day, there was no proof of it. The ancient emperors were all dead. But now, this had become his goal.
"From now on, I will follow in the footsteps of the ancients. I will dig out the ancient secrets and pave the way to the present. Achieving the Dao and becoming an immortal is the ultimate goal of this life."
He was not a saint who cared about the world, nor did he want to be an ambitious and ruthless person who ruled over all. He was just a person of flesh and blood. He had no ambition to purify the world and had also lost it.
He only wanted to walk his own path and pursue his own goal. It might be vague, unattainable, or even non-existent, but he only wanted to walk down it step by step.
This was not decadence, nor was it self-exile. Today, he was only testing himself. If someone stood in his way, he could be either a god or a demon. Everything was in accordance with his heart at this moment.
Ye Fan read Nanhua, Yin Talisman, Wenshi, and Dongxuan. There were no cultivation methods among them. These books were spread throughout the world, but they allowed him to see different thoughts of the predecessors.
At this stage, he was about to cut down the Dao. He had already taken one step in. What he needed was not a specific method, but a kind of enlightenment in the realm.
These dao books were spread throughout the world, all mortals able to read them. There were no detailed methods, but there was a general direction. They could be considered dao treasures. Perhaps this was also a type of inheritance.
Ye Fan calmed his heart and began to study them. From time to time, he would feel deeply moved, experiencing the breadth and profoundness of the scriptures. Many ancient cultivation scriptures could no longer be seen, but their true meanings were still being passed down, contained within these scrolls.
During this period of time, Ye Fan also began to seriously teach Komatsu. He did not increase its cultivation level, but even suppressed it. Every step it took was very stable, and its foundation was very solid.
The little purple thing was afraid of lightning. It seemed to be born with it. Otherwise, it wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss and almost been killed.
In order to help it overcome this fear, Ye Fan was very strict with it. He purposely brought it to an isolated island and personally preached to it.
Originally, the sky was clear and flawless, without a single cloud. But in the next quarter of an hour, the boundless ocean surged, waves overflowing into the heavens, dark clouds rolling over.
Ye Fan guided over tens of thousands of streaks of lightning, using his own body to prove the method. He entered the lightning to resist this terrifying disaster.
He didn't need to do this. If he really wanted to guide over a sea of lightning, he could clear out the sky and send down lightning. However, he was afraid of drawing the attention of others and provoking unnecessary trouble. As a result, he brought over a black wok like cloud layer.
Honglonglong!
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Heavy rain poured down. The scene was extremely terrifying. Ye Fan bathed in lightning. All of the silver snakes interweaved on his body. Komatsu watched in horror from the distance.
However, not long after, it was captured by Ye Fan into the sea of lightning. Its true body resisted the silver snakes. For it, this was a type of torment. The fear was greater than the physical injuries.
It wailed mournfully, continuously calling out to Ye Fan. However, this time, it didn't receive protection and could only face it alone. This was a terrifying mental journey.
Once, twice … dozens, hundreds of times!
Komatsu was struck until its flesh was lacerated, fainting many times. It was terrified, but each time, Ye Fan would calmly tell it that this was nothing, telling it to get up.
After being baptized by lightning tribulation, it went from fear to numbness. In order to avoid being injured, it had no choice but to start resisting, struggling in the lightning, using its cultivation to resist.
It slowly changed. In the end, it was no longer afraid, gradually calming down. It could finally calmly face the lightning tribulation, completing a transformation of its mental path.
"What our bloodline fears the least is heavenly tribulation. There is no need to fear it, you will encounter it in the future. Each time, it will be a good chance to refine your body."
Ye Fan used the golden holy blood to baptize its flesh and bones, causing its constitution to undergo great changes. As for cultivation and cultivation, it didn't help at all.
This time, the tempering ended. Komatsu finally let out a sigh of relief, looking at him pitifully. Ye Fan rubbed its head, bringing it back to B City.
Now that he returned to this world, he naturally wouldn't forget the matter of the nine dragons pulling the coffin. Everything started on Mount Tai, he wanted to get to the bottom of it. He wanted to carefully examine the five-colored altars of various sizes.
However, he heard from Xu Qiong that this matter caused a great sensation back then. Who knew how many troops were mobilized, sealing off Mount Tai for more than a year. No one was allowed to approach.
At that time, all parties exerted pressure, many foreign organizations requesting to enter Mount Tai to investigate together. Moreover, it was said that dozens of elders from the Muslims came, and the Roman Pope even personally came from the east, bringing a large group of people.
Back then, even though many people claimed to have seen the nine dragons pulling the coffin on Mount Tai, there wasn't a single related report. Even the foreign media, which was known for their freedom of speech, didn't mention a word about it.
The people were in an uproar, but the big and small news stations and media didn't mention a word about it, completely ignoring it. After a long time, no one paid attention to it.
Xu Qiong knew a little more because of his relationship with Yang Xiao. Many things were dug up on Mount Tai, and many people died for unknown reasons.
"Those things were all collected by the country, but it was less than half of the total unearthed."
Yang Xiao was still very young back then. He had just graduated a few years ago, and he had only come into contact with the periphery. What happened more than 20 years ago couldn't be examined now, as it was listed as a national secret.
It was said that a large number of troops were mobilized back then, but half of the cultural relics were still lost despite being heavily armed and sealed off. Many things were unearthed, but they were robbed.
"What happened back then … was really strange." Even an atheist like Yang Xiao was shocked when he talked about the past.
At that time, he didn't have the qualifications to climb Mount Tai, and he didn't even know what happened there. His mentor back then was an authority in archaeology, and he experienced everything personally.
"My teacher said that what he saw back then was strange and dazzling, as if all the ghosts and gods in the legends had appeared."
Unfortunately, the old professor had passed away many years ago, and the real situation couldn't be verified and understood from him personally.
The old professor only mentioned one thing. At that time, he saw a man with gray wings flying from the west and landing on Mount Tai, almost ignoring the existence of the army.
At that time, the archeology world suffered heavy losses. At that time, a batch of extremely important things were unearthed, including the cornerstone inscribed with the mysterious Tomes of Arcane at the center of the main altar.
If it wasn't for an old Taoist from one of the ancestral halls of Taoism who had difficulty even walking, there wouldn't be much left of the things unearthed on Mount Tai. It was lucky to be able to preserve nearly half of the things.
"These things are of great use to me, and I have to recover them in the future. It seems that I have something to do again," Ye Fan said to himself.
He wanted to ask who the old Taoist was, and where he was now. Yang Xiao shook his head. He didn't know much about these things, but he knew that the old Taoist seemed to be dying at that time, and he passed away not long after guarding Mount Tai.
In the end, he said with a strange expression, "Back then, my teacher said that some medical research institutions tried to prolong the old Taoist's life, but they failed. Unexpectedly, they found out that he … might have lived for more than two years."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's expression suddenly changed. A two-thousand-year-old man … was definitely a master. Perhaps he was a famous figure in the history of Taoism, who lived until the Dharma Ending Period, which was shocking.
Nowadays, Taoism had a few ancestral halls. Mount Longhu in Jiangxi was one of them, and the Baiyun Temple in B City was also one of them, which had a great reputation in history.
Ye Fan was no stranger to the Baiyun Temple. Although there were still Taoists there, it had become a famous scenic spot, and he didn't believe that there were still cultivators there.
He had the supernatural power of shrinking the ground into an inch, and as soon as he used the Xing Formula, he arrived at the ancestral hall of Taoism. As soon as he approached, he shook his head. It was in the bustling city, and the world of mortals was blowing in his face. How could there be cultivators?
He used his powerful divine sense to scan every inch of the land, and he was startled. Under the Baiyun Temple, there were traces of purple Dragon Qi, which was connected to the veins of the earth.
Unfortunately, it was too thin, and there was no one with cultivation here. It seemed that the people of this line had already gone far away, leaving only mortal disciples and the temple.
In the past, it wasn't without reason that this place was the ancestral hall of Taoism. As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, there were dragon veins underground, and this place was nourished by earth spirits, which could help in cultivation.
But now, the world was dry, and spiritual energy was scarce. Traces of earth spirits were not enough to resist the surging Qi of the mortal world, so how could they talk about cultivation? What cultivation? They could only be abandoned.
Ye Fan went south, and he walked on foot. He went in and out of famous mountains and great rivers. He wanted to understand the current situation of cultivators, but unfortunately, he didn't come across any.
In the end, he climbed Mount Tai again, and once again came to this place. That year, the nine dragons carrying the coffin set sail from here.
The greatest mountain was here, and the greatest history was here!
Mount Tai was majestic and majestic. In ancient times, it was regarded as the place where the sun was born and all living things grew. This could be traced back to the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
Ye Fan climbed to the peak, and he looked down on all the mountains. He was filled with endless emotions at this place. More than 20 years had passed, and he was the only one who came back alive.
He stood at the place where the bronze coffin used to be and sensed it silently. Then, he waved his hand and captured half a piece of jade from the ground. Other than that, there was nothing else. The country had dug it thoroughly, and nothing was left.
Suddenly, he heard a whisper. If it wasn't for the cultivator's divine sense, he wouldn't have heard it at all.
In the distance, there were a few young people with extraordinary appearances discussing. They were different from ordinary people, and they had an otherworldly temperament.
"The Scaled Race actually produced a Heavenly Demon. In this Age of Chaos, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse. It's unbelievable."
"Perhaps the Scaled Race can really prosper. Who knows, they might produce a character comparable to the ancient sect masters. After all, every sect has left behind ancient treasures and pills, and they spent a lot of effort to nurture them. It's hard to say if they won't shine."
Ye Fan listened attentively, and his heart skipped a beat. He had finally found the current sect. These people had extraordinary origins, and they were all disciples of the main Daoist sects. They belonged to the Shangqing Sect and the Lingbao Palace.
"So what if it's the Age of Chaos? Have you guys forgotten? More than 20 years ago, on this very mountain, there were many battles between great mediums. There are still people like this."
"Oh right, you guys have heard that not long ago, a great medium appeared in Jiujiang and taught a lesson to the people of the Great Xia Dragonfinch branch."
These people came to pay homage to the historical site. Ye Fan listened attentively and actually learned a lot from them.
"Back in the ancient times, Mount Tai was so majestic that it could be compared to the peaks of Kunlun. But now, everything has changed."
"Let's not talk about this. We should work hard on our cultivation. The Cultivator Conference is about to begin, and we can't miss it. It's said that great mediums might descend, and there might even be people from Kunlun."
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