Tian Gang Chapter 217: The Imperial Platform (1)
The shouting of those people should not be taken seriously. A few drops of golden rain fell on me, rolling down like golden beads. I reached out and grabbed one of them, but before I could take a closer look, it turned into transparent air and dissipated.
There were no clouds in the sky, and these golden raindrops seemed to appear out of thin air, and no one knew where they came from.
I looked at the old Taoist priest, who kept reaching out to catch the golden raindrops in the air. Every drop of golden rain that fell into his hand only lasted less than three seconds before disappearing.
After a while, the old Taoist stopped stretching out his hand and looked up at the sky.
A figure appeared in the sky. He drifted east and west like a fallen leaf and slowly fell to the ground.
This situation reminded me of the secret text on the Qinling Tiandi stone tablet. It once recorded a passage: The stars in the sky blocked the sun, and the immortals fell to the mortal world... An immortal fell on this peak, his limbs were broken. Golden blood fell from the sky, and roars were heard.
The content of this cipher text is almost identical to what I saw today.
However, you can’t see the stars or hear the roars on Mount Kunlun.
And I thought of the strange murals in the valley where the golden bone fragments were found. One of them showed a person lying flat in the sky, and someone below looking up.
Everything seemed so quiet, with golden raindrops falling continuously and occasionally tiny pieces of body parts falling. Dozens of people who followed Kunlun but failed to ascend to heaven were like crazy at this moment, chasing the golden raindrops and broken body parts falling from the sky, running back and forth on the top of Kunlun Mountain.
However, not many corpses fell, so they started fighting, cursing at each other, waving their magic weapons, and raising lights of different colors.
The former allies have now become enemies, all because of the corpses falling from the sky.
A piece of body part from some unknown source happened to fall in front of us. A few people not far away noticed it, looked at each other, hesitated, and did not come over.
They all knew the old Taoist's identity, and those who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him were not good people. Especially the strange attack method of the Black General Barbarian leader Zaguyi made people feel cold in their hearts.
The old Taoist stepped forward, bent down and picked up the flesh. We immediately gathered around to take a closer look.
The flesh of the corpse glowed with golden light, and the flesh was almost transparent. You couldn't see the blood vessels, or anything else, as if you were holding a light bulb in your hand.
The golden light gradually dimmed, and the flesh and blood became more transparent. After a long time, the piece of flesh that fell from the sky disappeared from the old Taoist's hand.
The fight in the distance gradually came to a conclusion, and someone shouted in ecstasy, running down the mountain with the corpse. Behind him, some people were chasing, some were sighing, and some were still looking for their target.
The golden raindrops gradually stopped falling. When the last raindrop hit the ground, it quickly turned into transparent gas and dissipated. Everything returned to normal. The fight intensified. There were less than ten people left out of the dozens who had entered Kunlun Mountain. And these ten people were fighting desperately for that nearly intact body.
The old Taoist stood there in silence, and after a while, he suddenly raised his legs and took a step forward. He walked very fast, and the direction was exactly towards the people who were fighting.
I was still shocked by the vision just now, so I didn't find it strange to see him interested in the corpse falling from the sky. This was a corpse that looked like an immortal, and it was more complete than the golden bone fragment we found at the beginning. Why wouldn't I be tempted?
We walked together and soon arrived at the troubled area. Of the ten people fighting, only eight were still standing, and most of them were injured.
When they saw the old Taoist coming, most of them looked unhappy. They held their magical instruments and glared at us with unfriendly expressions.
The old Taoist didn't waste time talking to them, but squatted down beside the corpse. The old man Yuanling and Zhaguyi stood there, one in front and one behind, protecting the two old witches. They looked straight at the opposite side, and the eight people opened their eyes wide, but they could only hold on for less than ten seconds, and then their eyes wandered, not daring to look at each other anymore.
I bent down and got closer, and saw that the body on the ground was also shining with golden light. The light seemed to be emitted from the flesh and blood, and also seemed to be bursting out from the bones. And the bones were just as I guessed, also golden, but the color was brighter than the broken bones we found.
This golden corpse was relatively intact, with only half of its arms and feet missing. The cut was very smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon. However, no blood flowed from the wound, which made people marvel.
I looked at the face of the corpse. It looked unfamiliar. It was not someone from the Du Sheng Pulse.
Did I really guess wrong, or was this corpse not in the same group as Du Shengmai? Was it an old immortal? Or was it an ally that Du Shengmai found later?
Is this really a fairy? I asked in a low voice.
The old Taoist shook his head. I thought he meant to deny it, but I didn’t expect him to say: I don’t know.
This made me involuntarily exclaim, the old Taoist stroked the transparent flesh and blood with one hand and said: I don't know what immortals are, there is no detailed record in ancient books. But he fell from the sky... You should still remember the secret text of the Emperor of Heaven.
I hummed, and the old Taoist continued: So this is most likely the immortal in the legend. But how could he fall to the mortal world? How could immortal blood rain down from the sky? Did all this blood and broken bones belong to the person who just ascended to heaven? Or was there another fight going on there?
The Taoist priest asked several questions in succession, but I knew very well that he was just expressing everyone's doubts and did not expect anyone to give an answer.
Since we cannot become immortals, we naturally don’t know what happens after we become immortals.
What makes me most regretful is that until now, the ascension to immortality has ended, and even the corpse of the immortal has fallen, but I still don’t know whether the cult is the only one. Is Tao Tiansong pretending to be dead, or was he really destroyed by the cult?
As the cult ascends to heaven, this question may never be answered.
But besides feeling lost, I also felt very regretful.
That man who devoted himself to making his only son's bloodline strong and powerful, that man who was ambitious but could never get what he wanted, did he succeed, or did he really die tragically a long time ago?
Sometimes, I really hope that he succeeded, that he was the leader of the cult, that he really fulfilled his wish and ascended to heaven with his only meridian. This hope is weird, and even I can't understand it.
Perhaps, it was the strange emotions caused by the inexplicable arrogance of those people in the Du Sheng Pulse.
I can't understand it. My Taoist power is useless in front of him. The old Taoist stood up and shook his head expressionlessly. He raised his neck, looked up at the sky, and said: The timing of this incident is too coincidental. If it wasn't something that happened after the cult ascended to heaven, it would be hard to believe.
Yes, I think so too. The old man from Yuanling suddenly sighed: We have been fighting for so long just to become immortals. If we really die after becoming immortals, then what's the point? Isn't it good to be a human being and live a little longer?
The old Taoist priest glanced at him, shook his head slightly and said nothing.
Although both of them are practitioners, they use different methods and have different experiences, so their ideas and concepts are also different.
To the old man from Yuanling, becoming an immortal is illusory. It is something you can aspire to, but it is difficult to pursue.
But for the old Taoist, becoming an immortal is the foundation of cultivation. If you don't want to, just don't practice, it would be a waste of effort.
The dragon, who had been tightly held in my hand, suddenly shrank and retracted, and I immediately felt my palm slip. It swooped down from my body, opened its mouth wide, and bit the palm of the immortal corpse at lightning speed.
Its mouth and body were moving, and the hand was sent into its stomach at the fastest speed. I was so scared that I bent down to catch it. However, the dragon master's mouth was tightly closed, biting the arm of the immortal corpse and letting me pull it, and he would not spit it out no matter what.
The Taoist priests just watched from the side, and did not come to help. The eight people standing opposite glared at Jiao Ye angrily, looking at their expressions, as if Jiao Ye had stolen their food.
Spit it out! This thing is not tasty! Quick... I pulled it hard, and shouted: Spit it out, I will take you to find Frog Girl and let you bite it...
Speaking of this, I just remembered that Frog Girl was taken away by the black leopard.
Should I go to the northwest to find the frog girl, or go to the Five Emperors Terrace in the north first? I have wasted so much time, and I don’t know if the Jiuqiu lineage has succeeded?
Maybe they have finished all their work and gone home to take a shower and take a nap.
Not long after, the transparent flesh and blood also turned into clear air and dissipated. At this time, I finally pulled Master Jiao back. The golden arm bone was spit out from its stomach, with no signs of damage at all, and it remained intact.
Even so, Mr. Jiao still exhaled a breath of air that smelled delicious. Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It seems that it has transformed the immortal body into flesh and blood and stored it in its body for absorption. This little guy is quite resourceful, said the old Taoist priest.
I felt a little embarrassed and quickly rolled up the Jiao Ye and put it in my pocket.
At this time, the old Taoist said again: But when it comes to scheming, your mother is still more skilled. It seems that she won in the end.
I was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the old Taoist said that. The old Taoist looked at me and said: With your mother's ability, even if she was protected by the Jiuqiu lineage, it should not be difficult for her to destroy a few people in the cult, but she never did it. Although the cult has successfully ascended to heaven, immortal blood and immortal corpses have fallen from the sky. Maybe there will be terrible disasters after ascending to heaven, which your mother already knew. So, she did not take action against the cult.
I thought about it and thought what the old Taoist said made sense. After a pause, the old Taoist said: Therefore, even if the Jiuqiu lineage can move out of the imperial platform to suppress the secular mountains and rivers, I am afraid it will not be able to stop your mother. The Basuo lineage...
The old Taoist looked at me, as if sighing: He is truly acting on behalf of Heaven, and it is difficult to guess his depth.
I found this very pleasing to the ear, but thinking of the matter of Frog Girl, I was still worried, so I asked: What should we do now? Should we go find Frog Girl, or go to the Imperial Terrace?
The old Taoist looked at the old man from Yuanling and asked: What are your plans, senior?
The old man from Yuanling thought for a moment, then looked at the two old men behind him and said, "I want to go to a place where there are fluctuations of witchcraft. If there are really any monsters in Kunlun Mountain, it is difficult for us to fight them with our strength. So it is better to act separately than to unite together. We just need to decide a meeting place."
The old Taoist glanced at the eight people standing opposite him, then nodded and said: Okay, then let’s meet in front of the abyss where we came from.
After everything was discussed, the old man Yuanling, Zhaguyi and two other old men of Wu Gu went to the east of the mountain, while the old Taoist and I went to the north.
When we were a hundred meters away, we heard screams and fighting behind us. I looked back and saw the eight people holding magic weapons and fighting desperately. At their feet, a golden corpse lay quietly.
You don't want it? I turned around and looked at the Taoist priest, curiously asking: Aren't you very interested in immortals? Why don't you want the bone?
It's not that I don't want it, but that I can't have it. The old Taoist shook his head and asked me: Do you remember those broken bone fragments we found?
Of course I remember, it was after Mr. Jiao ate those things that he started to behave strangely, I replied.
Do you still remember the strangeness of the bone fragment? The old Taoist asked again.
What's strange? Dao power can't penetrate? I asked tentatively, but saw the old Taoist shook his head slightly. I thought about it carefully again, and a light bulb went off in my head, and I exclaimed: So that's how it is, no wonder you don't want it.
Kunlun Mountain was strange, the immortal corpse fell without any vibration, but outside Kunlun Mountain... the old Taoist shook his head: How could those few people catch it? Moreover, it was still unknown whether any of them could take the immortal corpse away alive.
I nodded, agreeing with him. When we got the tiny bone fragments, we estimated that a complete immortal bone weighed at least tens of thousands of pounds. This is the weight of a mountain. Who can carry it? When the Heavenly Corpse Vein took away the immortal corpse in the valley, it also used the power of many corpses, not just itself.
Therefore, the old Taoist doesn't care about the corpses at all, because they are not treasures, but a burden like a mountain. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to death by this burden.
The old Taoist thought it through, but I still felt it was a pity, because that was the corpse of an immortal. Throughout history, how many people have seen it?
Perhaps many people in ancient times saw living immortals, but nowadays even practicing is very difficult. The word "immortal" really means that people can only look up to them.
What a pity! If Mr. Jiao eats the whole skeleton...
Then it will most likely explode directly. The old Taoist said: The immortal corpse is completely different from our flesh and blood. The flesh and blood of mortals has become an inexplicable force. If we look at it from a secular perspective, the body of the immortal is the source of power. They are like nuclear fuel in the human world. Just a little bit can explode with infinite power. Although it is difficult to cause any harm to you when it does not explode, but if that little guy swallows it whole...
I shrugged subconsciously and said: It's just a casual thought, why do you take it so seriously?
The old Taoist glanced at me and said nothing. As we walked towards the north of the mountain, I thought of another question: You said that the black leopard went up to the immortal platform, why didn't it kill the cult members?
I don't know. The old Taoist priest answered briefly.
Don’t you find it strange that Black Leopard killed the cultists and beat back the big demon, but he didn’t kill the cult leader.
They have all ascended to heaven, and perhaps they have all turned into immortal corpses now, so why do you bother with the affairs of the dead, said the old Taoist priest.
I was choked by him and couldn't help rolling my eyes and stopped talking.
There is a saying in the world that it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down.
But with the help of the magic talisman, we went down the mountain as fast as an airplane! I opened my eyes, closed them, and crashed into the rocks...
The speed of the magic talisman was too fast for me to control. Moreover, the slope of Kunlun Mountain was so steep that when I jumped down, I was flying without touching the ground. I felt my heart shrink and tremble in my chest.
Fortunately, the old Taoist priest saw that I was unsteady and would occasionally help me, so we were able to get down the mountain safely.
At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, even if it was a plane, it would take a long time to fly back and forth. However, Kunlun seemed to have no concept of night. Even if the sun could not be seen, the whole world was still bright.
The old Taoist said it's better to go to Wudi Terrace first, because the Black Mountain Old Monster is too dangerous. It didn't attack us before, but it won't attack us in the future. It's a monster, and it's more difficult to understand than ordinary monsters. In my opinion, they are more dangerous than the Martians with heads as big as buckets, waving eighty tentacles, and shouting "Earthlings, we are here to help you build a beautiful home."
At least we can grill Martians like squids, but the Black Mountain Demon...
I had seen the black gas heading northwest before, so after we came down the mountain, the old Taoist priest and I looked in that direction and vaguely saw a dark mountain standing there. But we did not turn and headed due north.
The Five Emperors Terrace was built by Dayu to suppress the ancient god Xiangliu. I only know about it from ancient books, but no one knows what the real emperor terrace looks like.
After landing on Kunlun, we could fly fast again. We flew forward at a very fast speed, covering hundreds of miles . Wherever we went, we could only see desolation. The sacred mountain in ancient books is now like an abandoned mine, dilapidated.
After flying for several hundred miles, we gradually saw a few small hills ahead. They were not too high, about 1,800 meters.
We didn't waste any time and went around it. When we went around the mountain, the old Taoist looked back with a slightly shocked expression.
I asked him what was wrong, and he just said: Maybe the imperial stage is different from what we imagined.
After that, no matter how I asked, he kept silent, which made me angry and helpless.
After flying forward for a while, there was a sudden violent vibration in front of me. I saw a mountain over a thousand meters high shaking constantly. As I stared in amazement, the mountain gradually rose up, making crackling sounds.
What is this... I looked ahead in amazement.
The mountain kept rising, slowly, and after a few minutes, my eyes widened even more.
Because I clearly saw that at the foot of the mountain, there were three figures standing there with their hands raised high. They were three clay figures over a hundred meters tall, each of them was extremely strong, and even from more than ten miles away, I could clearly see their explosive muscles.
It seems that it is not easy for the Jiuqiu lineage to move out of the imperial platform. The old Taoist priest suddenly said.
Ah? That's the Imperial Stage? I was shocked.
That is clearly a mountain, how can it be an imperial platform? I thought the so-called imperial platform should be square and have the names of the five emperors engraved on it.
Emperor's Terrace is just a name. In order to suppress the Nine Prime Ministers Liu and to commemorate the Five Emperors, Dayu dug the earth and built a tomb. The so-called Emperor's Terrace is actually the tomb of the Five Emperors.
I was shocked again and asked subconsciously: Are the Five Emperors buried in there?
This is unlikely. The old Taoist shook his head and said: Many places are called the tombs of the emperors. Are they going to dismember and bury the five emperors? Just like the rare bird on the top of Kunlun Mountain, with all its flesh and hair gone, it still comes with wings to guide the cult to ascend to heaven. This does not mean that it has resurrected again, but a kind of will that remains in the world continues. Power can dissipate, but will is born from nothingness and is not controlled by the heavenly law. Therefore, people cannot do things beyond their ability, but they can imagine that kind of miracle.
Rather than calling it the Emperor's Tomb, it is better to call it a mountain that gathers the wills of the Five Emperors. This is the Emperor's Platform, like the Emperor's Jade Seal in the human world. Although it is a dead object, it has great power.
The Taoist priest explained it in great detail, and I understood it very well. But the more I understood, the more I found it incomprehensible.
This is incredible. Can human will really be so powerful? Dayu only built five empty tombs containing the will of the Five Emperors, and was able to suppress Xiangliu, a clan that even he himself was helpless against?
However, compared with the myth of creation, this is nothing.
The world of ancient mythology is really difficult to understand with modern thinking.
In ancient times, Nuwa created people with clay. Clay figures may seem fragile to us, but to people with special powers, they are the most powerful force in the world, because they contain divinity. The old Taoist priest looked at the three hundred-meter-tall clay figures and said with emotion: The nine hills are one lineage that controls the mountains and rivers. They are truly transcendent and reach the origin.
The clay figures gradually rose from the ground, they raised their hands high, supported the thousand-meter peak, and took a step forward.
Boom boom...
The whole world was shaking, as if the end of the world was coming. I was startled, let out a low cry, and quickly asked the Taoist: What should we do?
Look. The old Taoist priest said only one word.
Look? What? Watching clay figures moving mountains? I was so angry that I wanted to bite someone. If I came to Kunlun just to watch this, I might as well go home and buy a bag of melon seeds and watch the migrant workers moving bricks!
I don’t know which emperor it belongs to, the old Taoist muttered to himself.
The removal of the Emperor Platform by the Jiuqiu Clan seemed to have greatly shocked him. I remembered some rumors about the Five Classics. It is said that the Five Classics are the inheritance left by the Five Emperors. The Emperor Platform in front of me buried the will of the Five Emperors. Speaking of it, it has a slight connection with the old Taoist. After all, the Five Elements Clan was also separated from the Five Classics.
The tall clay figures are like Pangu, who created the world, with his hands on the peak and his feet on the thick earth. They move forward firmly, but with a hint of reluctance. Every step they take seems to take a lot of energy. I doubt whether they can move the imperial platform out of Kunlun.
At this moment, some red mist suddenly floated out of the pit left by the rising mountain. The mist was very light, but it made people feel very clear.
Red mist emerged from the ground, and the clay figures holding up the mountain formed a triangle formation. The last clay figure fell, and suddenly his feet went soft. The mountain whistled and tilted backwards. The clay figure opened his mouth and roared. A strong wind blew from there, and he used one leg and his hands to stabilize his fall.
I was horrified when I saw it, but then I heard the old Taoist priest next to me say: It seems that the Jiuqiu lineage is in big trouble.
