Tian Gang Chapter 218: Imperial Platform (2)
What's the big trouble? I asked again, but before the Taoist could answer, the clay figure over there twisted his feet and immediately knelt on one knee. The thousand-meter peak that he was holding up with both hands immediately slid down with a rumble.
It is very difficult to move a thousand-meter peak with a hundred-meter body. Only the Jiuqiu lineage can control the mountains and rivers and accomplish such a miracle. If it were any other lineage, they would not be able to carry it even if they died of exhaustion.
At this moment, the two clay figures in front of them lowered their bodies and knelt on the ground at the same time. The mountain peak stabilized again with a loud rumbling sound.
The red mist that floated out of the pit continued to seep into the surroundings. Wherever it reached, the ground became soft as mud and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even though the three hundred-meter-tall clay figures bent their knees, their bodies were shaking and difficult to control. The imperial platform they held in their hands trembled slightly and swayed from side to side.
You know, the so-called imperial platform is actually a thousand-meter-high mountain. If something like this shakes, no one can hold it. Seeing that the mountain was tilted and about to collapse, the three clay figures suddenly loosened their grip, and then their bodies dissipated into mud and disappeared under the imperial platform.
The huge mountain lost its power to hold it up and immediately crashed to the ground with a loud bang. I was so far away that I jumped up due to the shock.
However, the land structure here is different from that of the secular world. Even after being hit by such a huge mountain, there is not even a crack in the ground.
The imperial platform fell, and a wave of brown light rose from the ground, covering the area where the mountain was in the blink of an eye. All the red mist was suppressed underneath, and no trace of it was exposed.
It seems that although Dayu built the Imperial Terrace to suppress Xiangliu, it also left hidden dangers. Now the Jiuqiu clan wants to move the Imperial Terrace, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The old Taoist said.
Oh? What happened? I asked him. Although I saw a strange red mist floating out, preventing the clay figures from moving forward, I didn't understand some of the specific things.
The old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the thousand-meter peak in front of him that had merged with the ground again, and said: The Ninth Prime Minister Liu was killed by Dayu, and his resentful blood was full of poison and had some of the power he had in his lifetime. In desperation, Dayu built the Imperial Platform to suppress the resentful blood.
The Taoist had said these words before, but I knew he would not repeat them for no reason, so I did not continue to ask questions, but listened quietly.
The old Taoist continued: Since entering Kunlun, there is no living thing anywhere. Although I don't know what happened in Kunlun Mountain, I can be sure that all living things here are dead. Even the rare bird that guarded the Dengxian Terrace has only white bones left.
Wait, isn't that black leopard also alive? I questioned.
Black Mountain is a strange place. As long as the creatures there have power left, they can live forever. Therefore, it cannot be compared with ordinary living things. Because people cannot be resurrected after death, but it can be reborn as long as the source of power reappears. The old Taoist explained.
I said "oh" and listened to him continue: Therefore, although Xiangliu's resentful blood was suppressed by the Emperor's Platform, when all the living things in Kunlun Mountain died, the resentful blood was preserved because of the Emperor's Platform. The suppression in the past has now become a protective umbrella. The cycle of heaven and earth, every sip and every bite, is indeed reasonable.
I see. I nodded in sudden enlightenment and said: It seems that Dayu made a mistake in building the imperial platform. If there was no imperial platform, perhaps Xiangliu's resentment would have dissipated along with those living things.
It can't be said to be wrong. The old Taoist shook his head and said: At the beginning, the resentful blood was very harmful, so the only way to suppress it was to build the imperial platform. So this matter has a cause and an effect, and it can't be said to be right or wrong.
There is nothing to argue about, but I am extremely excited. If Jiuqiu cannot move the imperial platform, he will not be able to pose a big threat to my mother. In any case, this is a good thing.
A dozen miles ahead, three figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Although it was too far away to see their appearance and clothes clearly, I knew with just the back of my head that they must be from the Jiuqiu lineage.
They circled the platform several times, as if observing. But for a long time, they did not make any other moves. The entire platform had moved at most a hundred meters. It was not an easy task to leave Kunlun.
The old Taoist and I did not move, but waited quietly. After a long time, they once again manifested a clay figure, standing quietly on the side of the imperial platform. Then, the imperial platform made a loud rumbling sound and was lifted up at a slow speed.
The two hundred-meter-tall clay figures bent their bodies, stretched their arms out to the extreme length, and clasped them tightly on the edge of the imperial platform. Then, the two clay figures took steps at the same time and slowly walked forward.
The red mist floated out again, and the clay figure standing quietly by the side without turning his back to the mountain suddenly slid his hand through the air. A magnificent picture of mountains and rivers slowly appeared in the void.
I heard the air vibrating and a roaring sound came from afar: pointing to the mountains and rivers...Tianyue, Kunlun!
Suddenly, a 10,000-meter-high peak appeared before my eyes. It was so tall and wide that it was difficult to measure it.
The mountain and river map covering dozens of meters could not withstand such a mountain and broke apart. An indescribable mountain rushed out of the broken picture and fell from the sky.
With auspicious clouds and rosy rays of light, this is a sacred peak.
There were faint human figures moving above, strange beasts roaring, divine birds crying, and a divine figure looking down from the top of the mountain. It was indescribable, even if it was more than ten miles away, at a glance it still felt like my whole body was about to be completely crushed by the mountain.
There was a cracking sound in the distance, and the clay figurine's right arm exploded. Its body tilted and it almost fell to the ground.
The towering mountains fell from the sky and quickly shrank to a size of a thousand meters, sinking above the red mist.
There was another cracking sound, and the clay figurine's left arm exploded. The old Taoist looked serious and whispered: It seems that Jiuqiu is very determined. He would rather have irreparable casualties than move the imperial platform away.
I listened to the cracking sounds coming from afar and saw several obvious cracks appearing on the upper body of the clay figure, and couldn't help asking: What kind of magic is that?
The Nine Hills guard the mountains and rivers, and everything related to them is controlled by them. Kunlun is a sacred mountain, but in essence, it still belongs to the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth. The old Taoist said solemnly: People can lift objects beyond their ability, but there is a price to pay. Those who want to summon the sacred mountain Kunlun from the map of mountains and rivers to suppress the resentment must die here.
I turned around and looked at the Kunlun Mountains, which were still towering and boundless hundreds of miles away, and then at the thousand-meter-high mountain in front of me that was suppressing the red mist. Is that really the Kunlun Mountains?
Just like the Imperial Terrace is the tomb of the Five Emperors, although there are no corpses, it carries the will of the Five Emperors. The same is true for the miniature mountain, which is not the main body, but also has the divinity of Kunlun left in the world. It is absolutely safe to suppress the resentment of Xiangliu with this, said the old Taoist priest.
Incredible, too incredible... I simply cannot imagine or understand it. I stared with my mouth wide open, watching the two clay figures bend down and carry the imperial platform forward step by step.
They were so tall that even though they couldn't run fast, they could still take a few dozen meters in one step. And every step they took would cause the ground to shake. A few minutes later, the Taoist priest and I began to retreat because the two clay figures carrying the imperial platform were approaching our location.
I used to hear the old people talk about Yugong moving the mountains, and how the Emperor of Heaven was moved with compassion and sent the Yellow Turban Warrior to move two huge mountains. However, that was only a legend. But now, I saw with my own eyes that two humans like me turned into 100-meter-long clay figures and carried the mountains on their backs.
This is not a miracle, but a miracle!
The two clay figures that had been standing there to suppress the resentment and blood suddenly roared to the sky, and then with a loud bang, they completely exploded. The mud flew up and covered the sky in the distance.
The miniature Kunlun Mountain disappeared from the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye. The red mist floated and began to penetrate the surroundings.
The old Taoist pulled me back while shaking his head: Jiuqiu wanted to suppress the mountains and rivers, and was willing to sacrifice one person to move the imperial platform. But without the imperial platform to suppress it, Xiangliu's resentment would rage in Kunlun. One place is good, and another is bad. I really don't know what the point is.
I curled my lips. People are like this, robbing Peter to pay Paul. For Jiuqiu, the stability of the world is the most important. As for what will happen to Kunlun... They don't live here, so why would they care so much?
I only care about what happens before I die, and I don’t care about the waves after I die. This is what most people really think.
The red mist did not spread very fast, but wherever it passed, the soil became soft and collapsed. Gradually, a foul smell came in. The smell was even worse than the smell of the bronze-armored corpse. I smelled it from such a distance, and I felt as if my bones were about to melt.
The old Taoist priest led me to retreat faster. Fortunately, we could fly, otherwise we might have been suffocated to death by the resentful blood.
When we retreated nearly a hundred miles, the red mist over there had already filled the sky. A large amount of dark green soil, overlapping like waves, was surging over there.
However, there were imperial platforms guarding all four directions, and the swamp sea formed by the resentful blood could not be crossed, and could only roll within a fixed range. The old Taoist shook his head, but he had nothing to say.
At this time, the clay figures carrying the imperial platform had passed the last imperial platform. They no longer moved forward, but stopped there.
Why don't they leave? I asked.
Before the Taoist priest could answer, I saw a picture of mountains and rivers appear around the two clay figures at the same time. Then, they lifted the mountain with both hands and gradually stood up. A crackling sound came from their bodies, like the protest sound of bones rubbing against each other when people are overwhelmed.
Jiangshan! The two clay figures opened their mouths wide, and the wind whistled. I heard them shout at the same time: Break!
As it landed, the map of mountains and rivers shattered at the same time. Like a broken lens, countless fragments flew around them and the imperial platform like a dragon's tail.
As these fragments of mountains and rivers rotated, the clay man and the imperial platform gradually began to blur. After a few minutes, the fragments dissipated in the air, and they also disappeared in Kunlun.
They... I opened my mouth and couldn't help but ask.
They have already left Kunlun. The old Taoist priest knew what I was going to ask and answered directly: But once the emperor leaves here, it will be like an immortal corpse entering the mortal world. I am afraid they will suffer more.
I couldn't help but sigh. I was very frustrated that I couldn't stop Jiuqiu in the end. How could my mother fight against the emperor who could suppress even the ancient god Xiangliu?
I didn't think about this question for too long. Because the Emperor's Terrace was moved out by Jiuqiu, there was no need for us to stay here any longer.
The old Taoist looked at the remaining four thousand-meter peaks, shook his head slightly, and said nothing. I didn't know why he shook his head, and I didn't want to ask more.
Four peaks stand around the swamp sea. When I looked back as I left, I suddenly felt that they were very lonely and gave me a sense of desolation. Even if the will of the Five Emperors was buried there, it would still feel lonely, right?
The imperial throne is more like an isolated grave that no one cares about.
After leaving the imperial stage, I persuaded the old Taoist priest to go to the northwest. There are Black Mountain and Frog Girl there...
Black Mountain is not far from Kunlun, and even closer to Ditai. It took us less than an hour to fly there.
Ahead stood a pitch-black mountain, about two or three thousand meters high. From a distance, it looked like a huge piece of coal.
At our feet, a strange river meanders. The water is also black, and no light can penetrate it. It seems that what is flowing is not water, but pure black. This sentence may be a little difficult to understand, but other than that, I really don’t know how to describe it.
In ancient books, the Black Mountain represents immortality, and if you follow the Black Water, you will find the Immortal Country. Its people are also black. Perhaps to people today, black represents death. But to the ancients, black represents immortality.
The old Taoist priest was walking and talking, looking very emotional. But I didn't take it seriously. What kind of immortal country is this, where everyone is black? He took a wrong path and ran to Africa...
Even the gods on Mount Kunlun are dead. I don’t believe there are any immortal citizens alive, unless those people are the same as the Black Mountain Demon.
Walking along the Black Water River, the Black Mountain gradually approached. But when I reached the foot of the mountain, I found that the mountain was bare, like a black lens. I was worried about how to climb it.
But looking at Heishan, I suddenly remembered what Tao Tiansong had said.
After they went to the underworld, they accidentally found Black Mountain. So, they can also go to the underworld from Black Mountain?
I looked around, but there was nothing related to the underworld. But maybe the passage was right next to me, and it just needed a special method to open it. From this point of view, perhaps the world in ancient mythology is interconnected. Just like we can go from one continent to another, there is a sea in between, but we can invent ships, airplanes, and build cross-sea bridges to pass through.
Although Mr. Liao was not a good person, I still remember some of his theories. For example, he once said that the world of ancient mythology might be hidden under the surface of the earth, but it also surrounds the entire earth.
I didn’t understand the meaning of that sentence at first, but now when I look at Heishan and think of the underworld, I have a vague realization in my heart.
However, the ancient world is a digression, so let's not talk about it for now. Looking at the mirror-like black mountain in front of me, I felt melancholy again and again. How can I get up there?
There is not even a rock for people to climb here. The whole mountain is like a vertical black crystal without any edges or corners. Even if there is, it is at the top of the mountain. I tried to fly up, but it was almost the same as when I was in Kunlun Mountain. I could only fly about a hundred meters high.
