I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao walked very slowly, getting higher and higher, until he reached the sky, until he reached the top. When the last step was in front of him, he lowered his head and looked at the seven peaks of the Demon Immortal Sect below. Hao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Dad, I'm leaving..." He spoke softly, took steps, and stepped onto the last step. The roaring sound was earth-shattering at this moment, and the whole world began to shake violently at this moment.

It happened that Meng Hao could see and feel this vibration, but within the Demon Immortal Sect, people who were not from the Southern Heaven and Earth could not detect it at all.

On the earth, those who also felt the vibration of the heaven and earth were the cultivators of Nantian Earth. They all looked excited and had strong expectations to witness with their own eyes the opening of the third realm!

In the Demon Immortal Sect, the first two realms will appear every time, but this third realm only appears a few times from beginning to end. Each time, it requires great opportunities and good luck.

As those who could witness the opening of the third realm with their own eyes, their hearts were full of excitement at this moment.

Compared to them, Meng Hao was the only one who could truly witness the dissipation of the second realm and the opening of the third realm.

Because at this moment, he was the only one who stood in mid-air and saw the whole world. He stepped on the top of the ladder to heaven. When he lowered his head, he saw the world. Under this increasingly strong vibration, appeared overlapping.

This overlap lasted only a moment and then disappeared.

An invisible and intangible illusory wind blew from nowhere and could not lift the hair. But in this world. Set off the years.

Meng Hao saw it with his own eyes. The entire seven peaks of the first heaven seemed to have passed tens of thousands of years in an instant. The green trees on those mountains withered and then bloomed again until they changed their appearance.

He saw the undulations of carved railings and jade structures on the seven peaks, and saw countless lives growing old, sick, and dying within them in just a moment. That’s ten thousand years.

Until he saw the whole world, it suddenly became dark, and a huge palm appeared, seeming to cover the whole world. In the palm, he vaguely saw an old man in gold robe. With just a flick of his sleeve, the sky changed, the sky and the earth were red, and the starry sky Rewind.

The ground shook. In this darkness, Meng Hao couldn't see much. But it can be seen that the two holy places collapsed, the three demon mountains were torn apart, and cracks appeared on the seven peaks of the first heaven of the Demon Immortal Sect. Although the mountains are still there, many parts have been lost.

Attics collapsed one after another, and disciples died one after another. Meng Hao saw a battle that shocked the entire Ninth Mountain and Sea.

Only this battle was in the darkness. Meng Hao couldn't see clearly and could only feel it slightly.

I don't know how much time had passed until everything disappeared. On the fourth peak, Meng Hao saw a figure wearing white clothes and long hair walking out of the coffin.

He stood on the fourth peak, standing there silently, as if guarding this land until eternity.

All of this can be seen as tens of thousands of years, or it can be seen as a blink of an eye. When Meng Hao closed his eyes and opened them again, the whole world had returned to reality. The wreckage was still a remnant soul, and the ruins were still ruins.

Everything...as usual.

Meng Hao was silent and closed his eyes again. When he opened them again, he was no longer in nothingness. Instead, he was lying in the coffin on the fourth peak and saw the sky.

The broken sky was just like Meng Hao remembered when he was lying here before.

It was like a dream, but at this moment... Meng Hao was silent after waking up from the dream. Scenes of illusory ancient times kept reappearing in his mind until tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Really, is it just a dream?" Meng Hao couldn't tell clearly. He slowly sat up. When he walked out of the coffin, he suddenly felt shocked and turned around to look at the coffin. .

He was familiar with this coffin. It was the treasure that Ke Yunhai had refined for him... or for Ke Jiusi before his death in the illusory ancient times, which could be used to practice the Lishen Art.

Meng Hao looked a little dazed. He stood there for a long time. When he turned around, he looked at the fourth peak. Everything here was a blur when he went up the mountain in the first realm.

But now, even though this place is in ruins, Meng Hao can still find the familiarity in his memory here. Every tree and plant here is something he cannot forget.

In silence, Meng Hao walked to the edge of the mountain peak, where he had seen Ke Jiusi. When he stood here again, his back was to the first peak in the distance, looking towards the nothingness beyond the seventh peak.

This is not the first time he has stood here, but in the first realm before, he didn't know what Ke Jiusi was looking at. Now when he looks at it again, he already understands it completely.

"He's looking at Father Ke's curtain." Meng Hao looked behind the Seventh Peak. There was a valley burial place. Buried were the fallen powerful men of the Demon Immortal Sect in past dynasties. There was an area in it where... Ke Yunhai was buried. .

After a long time, Meng Hao withdrew his gaze and walked silently on the fourth peak. Although the plants and trees here were completely different from those of the past, Meng Hao could still find the familiarity from the ruins.

Walking among them, Meng Hao looked reminiscing and felt complicated in his heart, like a person who had just woken up from a dream, a little dazed, as if he couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false.

On the fourth peak, although ruins are everywhere, there are still many areas where the former restrictions exist. At this moment, there is a restriction in front of Meng Hao. A soft light shines out from time to time. It seems to be nothing, but if you ignore it, If one steps into this light without the correct method, even if Meng Hao's physical body is strong, he will surely perish.

This restricted area blocked Meng Hao's path. Behind the restricted area was a mountain path, where bones could be seen everywhere. Meng Hao was very familiar with this road, because it led to his journey to the Fourth Peak. Cave.

Standing outside the restriction, Meng Hao's expression became more and more complicated. After a while, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he raised his right hand and performed a strange seal, bringing up an afterimage, gently , pressed in front.

Silently, the eternal forbidden light that existed here suddenly flickered strongly and gradually became thinner, until a gap was revealed in front of Meng Hao.

Meng Hao sighed softly and walked inside, with a melancholy look on his face, looking at the corpses on the ground until he reached the end, the cave he had remembered for months in the second realm.

The door of the cave had long since collapsed, and the interior was empty and covered with dust. In Meng Hao's memory, the terracotta warriors given to him by Ke Yunhai in the second realm were gone.

"Perhaps, the terracotta warriors never existed." Meng Hao sat silently outside the cave. He was in the second realm, where he often meditated, looking at the distant world. He sat there for half a day.

He knew that in this third realm, all the monks in Nantian Earth were using their own methods to continuously dig out the treasures left here with the harvest obtained in the second realm.

It can be said that this third realm is like an opened treasure house. As long as anyone reaches this realm and has a certain chance, he can obtain good fortune here.

After half a day, Meng Hao stood up, left the cave that once belonged to him, walked on the fourth peak, and headed towards... Ke Yunhai's cave.

Here, there are no restrictions anymore. All restrictions collapsed in the war that year. Even the door of the cave mansion fell into pieces, except... everything in the cave mansion. Meng Hao was stunned for a moment after seeing everything.

All the arrangements in this cave are almost exactly the same as those in the second realm in his memory...

The entire cave door is spotless, as if someone comes to clean it from time to time.

Meng Hao stood here, looking at the cave, for a long time, as if he had forgotten the passage of time, and that this was not the illusory ancient times of the second realm. Until three days later, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

This bow is for the dream of the past, this bow is for the father and son of that lifetime, and this bow is also for Meng Hao to completely wake up from his dream.

The lifelong love between father and son was deeply hidden in his heart and became a part of his life that could not be separated or lost.

When he stood up, Meng Hao walked down the fourth peak with determination and determination in his eyes.

After descending the mountain, Meng Hao took a deep breath and flew out in an instant. His heart had mostly recovered from the illusory ancient times. At this moment, his eyes flashed and he ran straight away into the distance.

The roar echoed, and he was so fast that he appeared in the distance in an instant. Meng Hao paused and looked down at his body. It was at this moment that he had the energy to observe his body.

"Sure enough, the physical training in the illusory ancient times... is still there!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed, revealing that in the illusory ancient times, his physical training was not in vain. At this moment, he is still... in the first life state, he can't stand it. Stronger than the fifth life's physical body.

“In the first realm, I gained the most, and in the second realm, my recovery exceeded everyone else’s. This is my advantage and my head start.

So in this third realm, I still want to... become the biggest winner! "Meng Hao's body flashed and disappeared in an instant. A whistling sound could be heard, but before he could disperse too far, he was gone.

"Since the cultivation of the physical body can be preserved, then..." As Meng Hao moved forward, his eyes fell on the distance, and a glimmer of light appeared in his expression unconsciously. In his eyes, there was a deep expectation. with tension.

"Then the wooden sword of years that I buried is... successful!!" Meng Hao took a deep breath. If the sword can be successful, then his harvest will be enough to defy the heavens.

Meng Hao was extremely satisfied with these, whether it was Taoism or the physical body, but what he expected more at the moment was the Wooden Sword of Time, so once the sword was successful, it would be the ultimate treasure for killing immortals.

Furthermore, once the sword is successful, Meng Hao will have a deeper understanding of everything that happened in the illusory ancient times, which will allow him to judge whether he can really... change the future.

Although he knew in his heart that this matter was impossible, Meng Hao still looked forward to it. He swayed and ran straight into the distance. After a while, Meng Hao appeared at one of the places where the Sword of Time was buried. . (To be continued...) ()