The founding ancestor of the Wang family? The ancestor of the Wang family in the Mythological Era? Mengqi's pupils contracted slightly and he was inexplicably horrified.
Even though the Wang Family intentionally covered it up, and the matters of the ancient times involved many secrets, which were either erased or sealed in the long river of history by the great figures, his legend was often vague, but the most basic situation was still known to the world.
He obtained the Ancient Book, comprehended the Way of Heaven, and created the Arithmetical Classic comparable to the Fu Emperor's Eight Trigrams; he exhausted the mysteries of heaven and established an everlasting foundation; he was at least a mighty person of the Legendary Realm, or even stronger!
And such a Great Medium actually let out such a shrill and fearful scream before his death, which echoed through the ages and could not be completely erased?
What did he encounter before his death? What did he see?
What was even more terrifying was that such an encounter was not a coincidence. Every ancestor of the Wang family, as long as they achieved Dharmakaya, would let out a similar scream before their death. Could it be that the Arithmetical Classic was so overbearing that the backlash of the Way of Heaven had turned into a curse and penetrated deep into this martial art? As long as one practiced it, he would either die young at fifty or die miserably?
For some reason, the words "die miserably" kept lingering in Mengqi's mind, scarlet and ferocious.
The doubts and horror in his heart were like bubbles, bubbling and constantly emerging. He subconsciously wanted to ask more questions, but thinking that it was related to the secret of the Wang family and that it was the ancestral hall of the Wang family, it was impossible for an outsider like him to investigate. So he forcibly restrained his thoughts, looked at the trembling He Xiang, and said with a smile, "Since it's a common thing, why are you afraid?"
He Xiang pouted, "You don't understand. For a girl, even if she heard it ten thousand times, she would still be afraid."
Mengqi smiled and was about to return to his room when suddenly a thought flashed in his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a 'quack'. He did not say everything but meant something else. He asked me to stay the night and talk about it tomorrow. Does he have other intentions?
Knowing that there would be screams of obsession coming from the ancestral hall in the middle of the night, he arranged for me to stay in the nearby Heavenly Mystery Tower instead of the faraway guest house. With the management of the Wang family from Jiangdong since ancient times, it was difficult to find another place in the world with the large and complete layout of the ancestral house. Staying a little further, with layers of Restrictive Spells to weaken it, unless I deliberately eavesdrop, I would not be able to detect it.
In other words, he made him stay in the Heaven's Secret Tower in order to let him hear miserable screams.
What was the point of letting him hear the screams?
Thinking of this, Mengqi turned around and looked at He Xiang, "I have always admired the ancestors of the Wang family. Now that I have the opportunity to come here, I would like to offer a stick of incense. I wonder if I have the chance now?"
Such a request could be said to be unreasonable. Not to mention that the Wang family had many cultivators, for any family, the ancestral hall was of utmost importance, mainly open to the family members. If outsiders really had a reason, they might bring incense to the ancestral hall, but this was definitely during the day. There had never been anyone who wanted to go to the ancestral hall in the middle of the night, and it was not to the family head, but to a maid.
However, He Xiang revealed a smile. "Teacher Su admires our Wang family's ancestors so much. The whole Wang family is happy. I will take you to the ancestral hall to offer incense."
Sure enough … Mengqi thought to himself and did not say anything else. He followed He Xiang down the Heaven's Secret Tower, passed the brush washing pond, passed the pine forest, and arrived at the solemn ancient building.
The door of the Wang family's ancestral hall was closed tightly. There were two guards in black armor guarding the door, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Their breath was covered by the armor, but their eyes were as black as ink, as if the mysteries of heaven had been hidden in them. They were quite extraordinary.
"The Wang family of Jiangdong really has a deep foundation. There are countless hidden masters in Jianghu …" Mengqi nodded to himself as he watched He Xiang take out the token and open the door.
The ancestors of the Wang family were at least Legendary. They must have one or more caves, so there must be no lack of opportunities to hone themselves. Whether they could or not, walking in Jianghu would not hinder the advancement of their descendants.
What was the foundation of a family for eternity? This was it!
Walking into the ancestral hall, Mengqi suddenly felt a chill, as if he had stepped into a mausoleum that had been built for many years. There were many long tables in the hall in front of him, and the tables were filled with black memorial tablets. They were densely packed and had names written on them. It was as if pairs of eyes were looking at him, inexplicably frightening.
The Wang family of Jiangdong had been established for at least two hundred thousand years. Even if they had a long lifespan in ancient and medieval times, they had accumulated countless ancestors. Those who had achieved Dharmakaya and those who had not were all here, forming a forest of memorial tablets!
In front of him was the most spacious area. There was only one memorial tablet on the incense table. It was thick black and solemn with a few big words written on it: "The Founder of the Wang family".
What about his name? Could it be that his name was so ominous that even the Wang family did not dare to mention it? Mengqi frowned and looked carefully. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the few golden words, and then he felt that it was getting bigger and bigger. Everything around him was blurred, and there was a change in time and space.
In an instant, Mengqi found himself in front of a tomb mountain. The mountain was dark and full of cliffs, and there were many caves cut out on each cliff. There were coffins made of bronze or black wood, and in front of the coffins were the memorial tablets that he had seen earlier.
There was only one road leading to the top of this tomb mountain, and there were coffins and memorial tablets on both sides of the road. At the top of the mountain, there was an ancient bronze coffin that gave off an extremely heavy feeling. It was tied up by nine purplish black chains and stood quietly. On the lid was a memorial tablet that was as black as the night sky, and the golden words "The Founder of the Wang family" were written on it in seal script.
The nine purplish black chains extended into the tomb mountain, as if they had spread to the core of the earth, connecting themselves with heaven and earth.
"The ancestral hall of the Wang family is a cave of the Wang family, and it is difficult to bury the ancestors of the past generations …" Mengqi had some understanding, but he still frowned slightly. This arrangement seemed to be used to suppress the ancient bronze coffin?
The backlash suffered by the founder of the Wang family was so terrifying that even if he passed away in meditation, the backlash would spread to his descendants. If it was not suppressed, would the whole family be exterminated?
At this time, there was a red lantern in He Xiang's hand. The candlelight inside swayed and illuminated the surroundings, but it made the "ancestral hall" even more gloomy.
"Didn't Teacher Su want to offer incense?" He Xiang asked with a smile.
Mengqi did not know what Wang Siyuan was planning. He gently nodded and followed He Xiang up the mountain road, slowly ascending.
The coffins on both sides were like a forest, giving people a strong sense of oppression. Screams echoed from time to time, and it became more and more terrifying.
At this moment, Mengqi's ears moved. He heard a creaking sound coming from a black wooden coffin next to him, as if someone was scratching the lid from inside!
Mengqi immediately stopped and held the Invincible Blade in his right hand. He was shocked. Could it be that the screams before passing away were not enough, and they turned into ferocious undead monsters after death?
Zap!
The lid of the coffin opened little by little. Mengqi's expression was solemn. He stood in front of He Xiang, who was so scared that her legs were weak, and was about to pull out the Invincible Blade.
Cough, cough, cough! Suddenly, a familiar cough came from the coffin.
Mengqi's expression suddenly became strange. He saw a white, thin figure climbing up with difficulty. His cheeks were sickly red, and he was so weak that he seemed like he could fall back into the coffin at any time. It was the Grand Wang Childe, Wang Siyuan!
"How can the Grand Wang Childe play tricks?" Mengqi snorted. The little girl He Xiang was so scared that she almost fainted.
Wang Siyuan walked out and said with a faint smile, "This is the coffin I picked for myself. What do you think?"
"It's not bad …" Mengqi said casually, and then added, "It's more stylish to use bronze."
"Fan?" Wang Siyuan waved his hand, indicating for He Xiang to retreat from the grave mountain. He then slowly walked forward without saying a word.
Mengqi did not speak and waited for the huckster to speak. The two of them walked side by side to the peak in silence and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the Wang clan's founding ancestor.
It was only then that Mengqi noticed that there was a black scroll in front of the coffin, tightly bound by a thin golden rope.
"Ghost-God True Spirit Diagram." Wang Siyuan's voice was ethereal and gloomy like a ghost, "The ancient Heavenly Court fell, and the List of Deification became blank again. One by one, the deities who entered it and achieved the position of god were freed. There were still relatives and friends who relied on help to rebuild their Dharmakaya. Cough, cough. Those who were already alone were especially miserable. Their divine power came from the List of Deification and the Heavenly Court. Once they lost it, they could only become lonely ghosts. My ancestors took pity on them and refined this diagram to keep them …"
The List of Deification? Mengqi really wanted to say that he had just seen the real List of Deification.
Unfortunately, after Martial Uncle Xiaobai came to the real world, he was very curious and wandered around on his way from Langya to Jiangdong. Otherwise, if the Holy Whip was here, the Grand Wang Trickster might be shocked.
Wang Siyuan panted for a long time before he recovered, "Unfortunately, the night they re-entered the Real Spirit Diagram, this diagram mysteriously disappeared, and it suddenly reappeared more than 20 days ago."
This … Mengqi took a light breath.
Wang Siyuan's relapse had something to do with this?
Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound coming from the bronze coffin in front of him!
This was the coffin of the founding ancestor of the Wang clan!
Grand Wang Trickster was playing tricks again? Mengqi looked at Wang Siyuan in shock.
Wang Siyuan said with a faint smile, "I was just letting you get used to it."
There was no smile in his eyes, only madness!
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