I Shall Seal the Heavens

I don’t know how long it has passed, it seems very long, and it seems very short. The sky outside is getting darker, the moonlight is thin, and the night is falling.

In this dark night, the bronze oil lamp in the temple swayed slightly, as if there was a figure in the wick, looking up at the moonlight...

There were some more shadows in the temple, which were reflected by the firelight. As the lights swayed, these shadows seemed to be dancing.

Meng Hao's clothes unknowingly faded and became gray, with some defects appearing, as if in this cross-legged position, his clothes had gone through the years and had vicissitudes of life.

And his figure seems to have this feeling, as if his soul is no longer here, but has returned to the ancient Taoist temple, listening to the sound of Taoism, and the soul has contaminated the body, making the body in this life show the vicissitudes of life.

late at night……

Suddenly, a cry came out, and the sound of the cry floated around. In this quiet night, it seemed particularly clear. When the cry echoed, it turned into a faint sigh.

"Are there any immortals in this world..." When the voice came out, the surroundings were quiet, except for the trees swaying slightly and the leaves making a rustling sound.

At the same time, in the well in the yard, there were strands of black hair floating up. If anyone stood by the well and looked down, they would definitely take a breath, because the mouth of the well was filled with endless long hair.

These long black hairs spread out from the well, fell to the ground, and quickly covered the surrounding areas until they occupied the entire yard. Suddenly, the bamboo frame made a clicking sound.

A dry vine fell down and became an arc, like a swing. Swinging back and forth there... vaguely. There seemed to be a figure sitting on the cane. Swinging on the swing.

Crying came from the well, but laughter spread on the swing, making the yard full of gloom and weirdness, while Meng Hao in the temple closed his eyes and remained motionless.

All around him were the shadows reflected by the lights. Suddenly twisted, and gradually came out, took on a physical form, and walked around the temple, some seemed to cross one's legs, some seemed to be worshiping, some were refining elixirs, some seemed to be sweeping with a broom, and some, He seemed to be curious and came to Meng Hao. There, only an inch away from him, staring intently.

That broken idol. Standing on the altar, the damaged body seemed to be telling the memories of yesterday, and under the statue, the shadow belonging to this figure slowly separated from the statue, walked out, and turned into an old man.

The old man's clothes were very similar to Meng Hao's tattered robe at the moment. His face was pale.

His orifices were bleeding, his hair was torn, and he looked like a ghost. When he walked out, he looked at Meng Hao and floated behind Meng Hao. He stood there, looking down at Meng Hao's heavenly spirit, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, all the shadows in the temple were approaching Meng Hao, surrounding him, and each one seemed to be staring at him.

In the sky, dark clouds covered half of the moon, and there seemed to be a breeze blowing from the earth, echoing like a whimpering sound.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, and a muffled sound came from the depths of the temple.

"Go home...this is not my home...I want to go home..."

"Send me home...Send me home, the Supreme One...Send me home, the Supreme One..."

After the sound appeared, all the shadows in the temple were shaken. In the courtyard outside the temple, the black hair spreading in the well immediately started to dance, and the swinging rattan seemed to also pause in mid-air.

At the same time, a head floated out from the mouth of the well. It was pale in reality and terrifying in ferociousness. It was a... head that seemed to have been soaked in the well water for tens of millions of years and had not completely rotted. Her lifeless eyes, Staring at the ground, there are no pupils in his eyes.

On the swing, there was obviously no figure, but there was black blood falling drop by drop.

Meng Hao's body also trembled at this moment, and a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. His eyes opened instantly, and when he raised his head suddenly, Meng Hao's scalp immediately went numb. He saw a dark figure. The shadow was an inch in front of him.

Then he saw a large number of black shadows all around him, almost touching his body. That feeling made Meng Hao's mind buzz.

As if knowing that Meng Hao was awake, these black shadows floated back and sat cross-legged in the distance. Meng Hao looked at the figures in the temple, at the black hair in the yard outside, and at the rattan that he was swinging around. , his hair became more and more numb, he stood up slowly, and was about to leave the temple.

He felt...this was not a place where he could stay.

As soon as he stood up, he felt a bit of cold air on his back. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a pale face with bleeding from all the orifices, not even an inch away from his face. Meng Hao's eyes suddenly shrank and he was startled. Deng Deng Deng immediately retreated.

"Who are you!" Meng Hao growled, his cultivation was running, and the Dharma behind him was slowly revealed. His heart was beating loudly. The weirdness of this place made him feel insecure.

The old man's dull eyes ignored Meng Hao, and when he turned around, he walked towards the statue. His figure slowly dimmed, and when he got closer to the statue, he disappeared.

And the shadows all around are still there, some are meditating, some are walking around in the temple, and some seem to be practicing.

Meng Hao was breathing rapidly and was about to leave. But just as he reached the threshold of the temple, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at a black figure not far away. The figure was sitting cross-legged and seemed to have something in his hand. An alchemy furnace, refining elixirs.

Moreover, Meng Hao had never seen the method of making alchemy before. It seemed to absorb the power of heaven and earth, but it actually... did not require any herbs.

Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, and after taking a closer look, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He was originally a master of alchemy, and he was the master of alchemy. Looking at the south of the world, apart from the alchemy ghost, he was the only one.

"Creating something out of nothing..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed with wonder. He had also refined a pill out of nothing in the Ancient Demon Immortal Sect. It was in his storage bag at the moment, but he had never swallowed it.

When Meng Hao refined the elixir, he thought it was a miracle. He had tried to copy it using a bronze mirror, but he could not succeed.

But now, this black shadow's alchemy seems to be done with ease, very calmly.

Meng Hao blinked but did not leave. He looked at the other figures around him. Some of these figures were practicing, some were walking around, and some were making secrets as if practicing Taoism.

After watching the scene after scene, Meng Hao was shocked.

"Preaching!! They are preaching!!" Meng Hao murmured, becoming more and more shocked. The Tao is not preached lightly, and each of these figures here is preaching. As long as you understand it, if you have the chance, you can obtain the Tao.

Meng Hao took a deep breath and looked back at the black figure refining elixirs in front of him. He immediately sat cross-legged in front of the black figure and watched the shadow refining elixirs. The more he looked at it, the brighter the light in his eyes. At the end, he also took out the alchemy furnace. Learn how to make alchemy from that black shadow.

One night passed very quickly, but Meng Hao didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt as if a long, long time had passed. It was so long that he couldn't think about the details. He only knew that when the sky brightened and the black shadow disappeared, a pill The medicine was refined by the black shadow, and he threw it out of the temple and landed in the mountains. Meng Hao also refined one without knowing it.

Its daybreak.

All the shadows in the temple disappeared, and the green hair and rattan in the courtyard returned to their original state. It was as if nothing had happened. Meng Hao breathed rapidly and looked down at a pill in his hand that was shrouded in black air.

It was said to be a pill, but it was not a pill. It was just a mist filled with black mist. But when the sun fell on it, black skin actually appeared. What finally appeared in Meng Hao's hand was a black pill. medicine.

There is no medicinal fragrance coming out, but instead there is a violent force that seems to be contained within it.

Meng Hao frowned and looked at the black elixir in his hand. He squeezed it slightly in thought. Suddenly his expression changed. He suddenly raised his right hand and threw the elixir out. When it came out, it exploded by itself with a bang.

Forming an impact that swept around...

"It's not refined. It's a failure, but it can be considered a kind of creation out of nothing." Meng Hao thought thoughtfully and was also frightened. The power of the elixir's explosion was comparable to a powerful blow.

"It's a pity that it's too unstable. It will explode at the slightest touch, but it looks familiar to me." Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed as he murmured. He thought of the explosive things he encountered on his way to this ancient temple. The ground opened, and he suddenly realized that he thought of the shadow that was thrown away after refining the alchemy...

"This thing... can have other uses." Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and after thinking about it carefully, he immediately took out the alchemy furnace, and according to the alchemy method he had learned last night, he absorbed the power of the surrounding heaven and earth and smelted it again.

After several failed attempts, he finally succeeded in refining two more pills. The darkness was still shrouded in black mist. As soon as the sunlight fell, the black skin appeared. Meng Hao took the pill and flew out of the temple. After some testing, he discovered this thing. As long as you throw it skillfully, it can be a killer weapon.

"It's a waste to bury it and it's hard to control. It's best to just throw it out. With this thing here, it's an extra way to save your life. But it's a pity that the reason why this thing is so crazy should be related to the unique atmosphere here. I don't know. Can it be refined in the outside world?" Meng Hao thought thoughtfully and returned to the temple to continue refining.

A few days passed by, Meng Hao realized those evangelist figures at night, and during the day they were all refining elixirs. He refined a total of dozens of elixirs, and even tried to add his own consciousness to them. Unfortunately, he could not succeed and had to give up.

Meng Hao even went out once to refine it outside the mountain, but unfortunately it failed, which made him understand that this elixir... might only be refined in a temple by absorbing the power of heaven and earth there.

So he returned to the temple, and while refining during the day, he slowly accumulated this black-skin elixir that could explode and was quite powerful.

"I wonder when those geniuses from the outside world will arrive. It should be soon..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed. He was looking forward to fighting with those geniuses from the outside world. He would see how he, who was always in the southern land, would compare with those sects outside. Among the geniuses, who is strong and who is weak?

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Second update! (To be continued...)

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