I Shall Seal the Heavens

Everyone was left in silence, struggling with each other in their hearts. Even if they were furious with Meng Hao, there was nothing they could do. The ladder appeared because of Meng Hao, and only Meng Hao could step on it.

They have all tried, but they can only see but cannot touch.

A few days later, when Meng Hao met these people again, everyone swore an oath in front of Meng Hao, promising that once they entered the third realm, they would reap the benefits of the third realm at the end of the third realm. , or given to Meng Hao at Meng Hao's advance request.

The oath is a witness, and the outlet is the Tao. For these talented people in the southern world whose future achievements are immeasurable, they cannot have any knots in their hearts. Once they break their promises, because the oath is still there, the knots in their hearts will affect their cultivation.

If they were just words or ordinary oaths, that would be enough. But after they said their oaths, Meng Hao actually came up with a set of Taoist methods that seemed simple but were actually extremely sinister and vicious.

This method is very simple. As long as you have the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment or above, you can practice it. It is called Taoist Certification.

What Meng Hao had asked Ke Yunhai for these days outside Ke Yunhai's cave was one of the Taoist laws that existed in ancient times and were specially designed to bind each other.

With this Taoist law, once the promise is ruined, the soul will be immediately torn apart, the Taoism will be lost, and the cultivation level will fall.

Everyone was helpless. In order to enter the third realm, they could only carefully swear an oath, use the Taoist certificate as an oath, and complete their agreement. As for those who were unwilling to swear an oath, Meng Hao did not need to take action and had to deal with the pressure of others. , they can only grit their teeth and accept it.

After all, no one wants to pay the price for themselves. And some people don’t pay. You can harvest.

But apparently none of them knew. Among all the people they thought they had, there was no Zhixiang or Patriarch Huyan.

In contrast, Meng Hao also swore an oath that he would follow their requirements and set foot on the Stairway to Heaven, but he would decide the time himself. He also promised that in the coming days of the second realm, he would not use force to coerce them, so that they could hide without being careful.

This promise is a long-awaited one for others. They have asked themselves many times that they may be the most aggrieved sect family in the past to enter this second realm.

Don't dare to show off. I didn't dare to approach the fourth peak, and I even saw those dudes whizzing past the sky. They had to lower their heads immediately for fear of being recognized by Meng Hao.

After several months of living like this, they had already endured it to the extreme. Now they could finally relax and enjoy some of this ancient sunshine...

After reaching an agreement with everyone,

Meng Hao understood that the date to leave this place was coming soon, and he was about to leave this illusory ancient world and return to the real reality.

He had no regrets about being here. Regardless of his status as a playboy, everything was just a dream to Meng Hao. When he woke up from the dream, everything could be forgotten.

But the only thing he didn't want to forget was his father, Ke Yunhai.

Meng Hao was immersed in that kind of father's love, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to forget Ke Yunhai when the dream ended. In this illusory ancient time, he experienced the feeling of having his father by his side.

This feeling could even be said to make up for the regrets left in Meng Hao's heart in his early years.

He was no longer studying Taoism. Apart from refining elixirs, he spent more time sitting cross-legged outside Ke Yunhai's cave. Although Ke Yunhai did not open the door of the cave, Meng Hao still sat here and talked from time to time.

Life seemed to be peaceful like this, calm and uneventful. Xu Qing was still closing his eyes and never opened his eyes. Meng Hao was also used to such a life. He even thought about it more than once, if this continues like this. , it might as well be a kind of life.

Until half a month later, when the overlapping scene appeared almost every day, Meng Hao knew that he was leaving. That kind of reluctance in his heart, as well as waves of complicated and unspeakable thoughts, always made Meng Hao's heart wander. Melancholy.

He looked at the sky, at the earth, at the seven peaks of the first heaven, at the fourth mountain, at Ke Yunhai's cave. When he closed his eyes, scenes of what had happened since he came here would appear.

Meng Hao could not forget the initial admission of his mistake, the subsequent whipping, Ke Yunhai's doting, and the life of father and son in the Demon Immortal Tower.

He suddenly felt very grateful to Ke Jiusi, thanking him for sending him in and fulfilling him as well as himself.

"Father's love is like a mountain..." I wonder if such thoughts affected his alchemy. Late that night, Meng Hao refined his last batch of elixirs in this second realm.

Meng Hao had forgotten exactly what herbs were put into this furnace of elixirs. He was immersed in his respect for Ke Yunhai, immersed in the beauty of these days, and the lifelong love between father and son. Inside, there are medicinal herbs.

The taste of each herb represented the color of his heart. They gradually blended together and began to make alchemy. He did not consider success or failure, but only memories, recalling the scenes here, and recalling the fatherly love Ke Yunhai gave him. Recalling his childhood memories, his father is a vague figure.

Night sky, no moon.

As Meng Hao was refining the pills, unknowingly, bursts of indescribable sounds gradually came out of the entire pill furnace, like fairy tunes or funeral songs, sometimes cheerful and sometimes melancholy.

The voice was filled with reluctance and spread slowly, echoing on the Fourth Peak. After hearing this, all the people on the Fourth Peak raised their heads one by one and stared blankly at the place where the sound came from on the top of the mountain. .

This voice, like the wind, blew through everyone's hearts, causing ripples in circles and bringing up the memories in their hearts, as if they were recalling their past selves.

In this memory, everyone is different, just like a grown-up child, looking at his father's bent spine, he suddenly realizes that his father is old... He feels a little sour in his heart.

As if recalling the rebellion in my heart when I was young, facing my father's sternness, I once said in my heart: "Stop being so verbose!"

But until many years ago, facing an old man with white hair lying on the hospital bed, you held his thin hand, shed tears, and whispered in your heart: "Tell me more... my father."

Many people, unknowingly, have given up all their practice and stared blankly at the top of the mountain, not knowing that they have shed tears in this memory.

Xu Qing opened her eyes, with a look of confusion in her eyes. Her sadness slowly emerged. She thought of her home and her vaguely deceased parents in her memory.

"I want to go home..." Xu Qing murmured.

The sound coming out of the alchemy furnace echoed throughout the Fourth Peak. Meng Hao didn't know that he was immersed in his thoughts. Refining alchemy was like composing music, and like wood carving. In this way, he incorporated thoughts that could not be expressed in words into it. .

The sound of the elixir being refined in the elixir furnace was originally ordinary, but now, because it contains emotions and Meng Hao's thoughts, it seems to have life and spirit, surpassing the sounds of nature.

After all, the most touching thing about this matter is love... Although love is beautiful, it is far inferior to the selflessness of family love.

Slowly, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Sect on the third and fifth peaks also heard the sound of alchemy coming from the fourth peak. There is no need to express anything about this sound. When you hear it, you will put down all your practice and you will Staying there, thinking of his father through this voice.

More and more disciples fell silent one by one. In this voice, scenes of their own memories were set off in their minds.

The father was smoking a cigarette, with a wrinkled face under the sunset. When he looked back, he looked back with a smile that made people calm all of a sudden, stroking his head.

In the sunshine, I was riding on my father's neck. When I was lifted high, my laughter was filled with happiness. At that time, I didn't know that my laughter was my father's happiness.

I don’t want to see those steady hands getting thinner...

When Wang Lihai heard this voice, he stopped meditating and stared blankly at the dark void in the distance. He thought of his strict father.

Han Bei was silent, her heart was suddenly torn, and she lowered her head. She would always remember that that year, her father took her stumbling in the Qingluo Sect.

Gradually, the second peak and the sixth peak also heard this voice. This voice carries fatherly love, and the strong wind cannot blow it away. Even the most evil person in the world will find his own love in this voice. own memories.

Once, when I faced your raised hand, I glared angrily, and even resisted. When I slammed the door and left, I didn't see your trembling body or disappointed eyes.

Until that rainy night, when I was seriously ill in bed, I opened my hazy eyes and saw your gray-haired figure kneeling before the gods to pray. For my illness, you were busy and sold everything, just for my son. get well.

At that moment, my hands were shaking and my heart was tearing. I wanted to open my mouth and say...Father, I was wrong.

The sound of elixir refining gradually spread to the first peak and then to the seventh peak. When the sound echoed in these two peaks, the first level of Demon Immortal Sect, all areas, whether it was outer disciples or inner disciples, There are also core disciples, even elders, everyone... Even the most powerful immortal in the world will have a memory of this voice in his heart.

Resonating and reminiscing, the entire Demon Immortal Sect was completely silent at this moment... Everyone felt as if they had returned to the past in this sound.

The Supreme Beings of the First Peak, the Second Peak, the Third Peak, the Fifth Peak, the Sixth Peak, the Seventh Peak...the six Supreme Beings, one by one, raised their heads in response to this voice and looked at the Fourth Peak. Their expressions With melancholy, they saw Meng Hao refining the elixir and heard Meng Hao's voice inside the elixir.

Even among them, the Supreme who was most disgusted with Ke Jiusi before was sighing in the silence at this moment.

"He... has finally grown up. Brother Yunhai... I hope you have a good journey..."

At this moment, there was another sound in the Demon Immortal Sect. This sound... was the sound of a bell,... a death knell.

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