"Seal this place away."
He looked at Jiao Po and spoke expressionlessly. "I'll go take a look at Yi Wei Ling's Tomb."
"Master, the Dao Ancestor has already been here." Jiao Po seemed to recall something and spoke tremblingly. "That old man even brought a group of Immortals and cursed Master a few times..."
"I know."
Meng Sheng gazed into the sun and moon of the Immortal Firmament. His bound black hair swayed in the wind behind him, and there was no surprise in his eyes. Then, without looking back, he left, his silhouette lonely yet resolute.
The following year.
Heavenly Mountain.
Immortal Ancient was staring at the sun and moon, suspicious and uncertain. If he could not recognize that this was a reversal of the Heaven and Earth Rules, a Zhou Tian Star Orbit set in place, then all those years he had spent pursuing the Dao at the Ancient Academy would have been wasted.
"The aura of the Great Path of Time... it's him."
Immortal Ancient drew a deep breath. His gaze was like lightning, and his aura was still rising without end. "Fu Tian, you once comprehended all methods. I presume you now comprehend all Daos as well. But your greatest weakness is that you possess a spirit root!"
Yet before he could think further—
Suddenly!
The peaks of Heavenly Mountain shook, releasing dragon-like roars. The snow atop the summits turned into hundreds of millions of ice blades, hanging inverted across the firmament.
Immortal Ancient's brows instantly furrowed. The immortal qi of all Heavenly Mountain was solidified—birds flapped their wings in midair but could not advance an inch; waterfalls flowed backward and condensed into towering pillars of ice; even the blood-qi smoke pouring from the pores of his Martial Astral Immortal Body froze into twisted crimson