On Panlong Mountain, in front of the Qin family's ancestral mausoleum.
Emperor Mian gradually fell into a trance as he looked at the dragon of luck hovering in the sky.
He remembered that when he was selected to become the Emperor of Qin in Tianjing City, he had to put aside his cultivation and come to the capital.
Decades passed by in a blink of an eye, and then he abdicated, and following the Qin family's thousand-year rules, he went to Panlong Mountain and became the so-called elder of the clan, guarding the Nine Dragons Tower.
Also because of Jiulong Terrace, his already neglected cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.
This is the place where the Qin Dynasty's destiny begins and ends, and it is the place closest to the Nine Provinces Dragon Veins.
This place is blessed with natural resources, and as the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, he is blessed by luck, and he doesn't care about the so-called shackles of luck.
As a result, he became a powerful person in the late stage of Taoism, but his life was also locked in Panlong Mountain.
He has no hope of attaining enlightenment in this life.
But attaining the Dao is so difficult. At the late stage of his entry into the Dao, he has already reached a state that countless monks in Kyushu would never even dare to imagine in their entire lives.
Da da da..
Rhythmic footsteps sounded in his ears.
He raised his head and saw a man in black, holding a large seal, slowly walking towards the ancestral mausoleum.
"Si Wuming." Emperor Mian revealed the identity of the visitor.
It is the source of the current chaos in Kyushu, the master of the Changsheng Palace, Si Wuming.
Emperor Mian's eyes fell on the big seal in Si Wuming's hand again.
"Even the Supervisor's Heaven Seal fell into your hands. Oh, the Supervisor's Dragon of Luck has returned to the world. This Supervisor's Heaven Seal is now just an ordinary seal."
"Yes." Si Wuming nodded and casually dropped the seal.
The Supervisory Heaven Seal fell to the ground, but it couldn't even bear the strength and broke into seven or eight pieces.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Emperor Mian sighed softly.
"How majestic the chief of the division was back then. With his great ambitions, he forced the Qin Dynasty to divide his destiny, thus achieving the glory of the Tiantian Division for thousands of years. But it was only a thousand years. There are still people alive today, then But the place has already returned to dust, and even the things left behind have become worthless.”
"What's the name of that Sir?" Emperor Mian asked in confusion.
"Lanting." Si Wuming said.
"Yes, Lord Lanting." Emperor Mian looked up at the sky, looking at the cloudy sky.
"He is too majestic. As a monk in the Daocheng realm, he is willing to be bound by the way of heaven and make great aspirations for the world. He gives up his freedom and ease in exchange for the stability of Jiuzhou for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the dragon vein of Jiuzhou took revenge on him and gave him a share of the dragon vein. For San’s great hatred. Si Wuming, do you think the dragon veins of Jiuzhou are spiritual?”
"You mean spiritual intelligence?"
"yes."
"Yes, but not much." Si Wuming chuckled. He didn't quite understand the matter. "But no matter how spiritual it is, the dragon's veins have to operate according to the rules of heaven and cannot exceed even half a step."
"Just like those beings in the ninth realm, they are still them, but they are no longer them."
Qin Mian nodded slightly.
"So is there really only the divine way in the ninth realm? Gather faith, be recognized by heaven, and become a god?"
"More than that, Taoist heavenly beings exist, and Buddhist Bodhisattvas also exist. Didn't Alaya Consciousness almost become it? It took him a thousand years and the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of people in a state to create it. New body.”
Si Wuming's tone became somewhat respectful.
"He gave up his status as a Bodhisattva and took out his own Bodhisattva bones. He wanted to replace the Bodhisattva bones with the flesh and blood of all the people. If he had succeeded, he would have reached the realm of Bodhisattva. Arhat, an Arhat with the body of a Bodhisattva.”
"Fortunately, he died in Weizhou and died for his own kindness! If not, he would be the person closest to freedom in this world."
"So it's not the ninth realm of Shintoism, but the Great Freedom? The realm of gods and humans in Taoism, and the realm of Bodhisattvas in Buddhism?"
"I don't know, I can't even touch the edges of gods and humans."
Emperor Mian nodded.
The real Ninth Realm is indeed far away, so far away that even people like Si Wuming cannot understand it.
And he only achieved his current level of cultivation with the help of dragon veins, and he was even less worth mentioning in front of Si Wuming.
"Beyond the Nine Heavens Divine Dao, it is too illusory. Not to mention the realm of heaven and man, even if the Dao is in person, it is enough to make people despair."
Emperor Mian lowered his head and saw that his hands were rotten.
He raised his rotten hand and touched his face, feeling countless wrinkles that didn't exist.
He sighed deeply, expressing his endless helplessness.
"This is the Way of Time, right? It's really powerful."
Emperor Mian smiled, but his voice became lower and lower.
"I haven't had a good conversation in this mountain for a long time. Small talk has become a luxury. What do you mean by practicing this?"
"Who am I in the eyes of the Qin family?"
"Nothing boring."
Boom.
Emperor Mian died completely.
His head hung down weakly, but his neck could no longer bear the slightest weight, and his head fell to the ground. His flesh and blood rotted away, leaving only the skeleton looking up at the sky.
His body also fell down, and there was only a crisp sound. His flesh and blood also withered, and under his clothes, only white bones remained.
At the same time that Emperor Mian died, an angry shout sounded from the emperor's mausoleum.
"Bold maniacs who dare to break into our Qin family's imperial mausoleum will suffer death!"
It is the old Qin Zheng from the Qin family's peak Taoist realm. He has stayed here since the last time he came to Panlong Mountain, guarding the Nine Dragon Terrace in the imperial mausoleum with Qin Mian.
Hearing the sound, Si Wuming stood motionless, only slightly turning his gaze.
Then he saw Qin Zheng getting closer and closer to him with a broadsword in his hand.
With every step forward, Qin Zheng's momentum weakened.
When he finally came to Si Wuming, he was out of breath, and it took all his strength to finally swing the sword out.
clang.
The blade fell to the ground.
Si Wuming did not hide. It was Qin Zheng's weakness that caused the sword to deflect. Even though Si Wuming was less than one meter in front of him, he still couldn't even swing the sword.
Bang.
Qin Zheng fell to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Si Wuming, his face full of dissatisfaction.
"If I hadn't been in my dying years, how could I have let you succeed so easily?!"
"If my slashing skills are still there, no matter how powerful your Si Wuming is, I will not be afraid at all. I will always make you miserable. How can you be like this at this moment, like a waste, a waste."
As the words fell, a tear fell from the corner of Qin Zheng's eyes.
It seems that he regrets that he lost his Taoist weapon and cut the Tao, and he also seems to hate that he is weak.
What he was thinking finally became a mystery that could never be discovered, because with the tears in the corners of his eyes, his eyes also lost their sparkle.
Si Wuming, on the other hand, didn't even bother to look at Qin Zheng's body. He stepped forward towards the imperial mausoleum.
After taking just two steps, he suddenly stopped.
"I knew it couldn't be that simple."
(End of chapter)
