Chapter 64: Meet a ruthless man in Qishi’s mansion?
The Qi Shi Mansion is said to be a sect, but in fact the entire vast world as far as the eye can see belongs to the Qi Shi Mansion.

There are countless sacred mountains and rivers in the Qi Shi Mansion, and many pavilions are built among them for elders, disciples, etc. to choose to live in.

These buildings are full of spiritual energy, and one can make rapid progress in cultivation.

Some pavilions that occupy exclusive terrain have also caused fights among disciples over ownership issues.

But the real highlight is actually in the sky above Qishi Mansion.

In the sky of Qishi Mansion, there are numerous palaces and pavilions floating. These pavilions emit precious light and emit a faint and soft glow, which makes people yearn for it.

Inside these pavilions, there are various classics, secret techniques, ancient scriptures, as well as rare treasures, magical weapons and other treasures.

It can be said that much of the savings of the Qishi Mansion are displayed openly in some of the palaces and pavilions.

And in the sky, the most eye-catching thing are the seven divine peaks that rise into the sky.

The horse steps on the clear clouds and soars straight up.

Soon, the Yin-Yang Saint drove his chariot and landed on the main peak.

The main peak is a huge mountain with ancient pines, rising from the sea of ​​clouds like a bamboo shoot and reaching even higher into the sky.

As a mountain in the clouds, the entire main peak is shrouded in light clouds, full of fairyland atmosphere.

The mountain is covered with towering ancient trees and full of greenery.

Slabs of bluestone are laid from the depths of the white clouds to the foot of the mountain, forming an ancient stone staircase.

The little nun Xia Yilin followed Mo Fan out of the carriage, her bright eyes looking around curiously, as if she couldn’t see enough, as if she sensed the extraordinaryness of Shenfeng.

The Yin-Yang Saint put away the chariot and followed Mo Fan respectfully.

Mo Fan felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy between the mountains, took a step forward, and climbed up the stairs.

There is some moss growing around the bluestone slabs. They have been weathered by wind and rain, and each piece has been carved by traces of time.

Mo Fan walked slowly, the faint fragrance of grass and trees and the smell of soil in the wind, mixed with a light smell of clouds and smoke, blew towards him. Everything here gave people a strong sense of peace of mind.

Mo Fan gently stroked a piece of bluestone, feeling the years flowing through his fingertips. The mysterious feeling emerged in his mind one by one.

Nearby, there is a pavilion built with green wood and gray tiles. The pavilion is not big, but it exudes the atmosphere of a long time.

There is a corridor on the side of the mountain not far from the pavilion. The corridor is winding and deep, leading to a pavilion.

The pavilion is built on the edge of a cliff, next to a sea of ​​clouds.

Mo Fan’s eyes fell on the pavilion.

The young nun Xia Yilin also looked over there. When she saw the pavilion and the tower, she couldn’t help but imagine herself climbing up the stone steps, passing through the pavilion, walking through the corridor and arriving at the tower.

She thought that by looking out from the pavilion, she would be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Zhongzhou.

But Mo Fan did not climb up any further. Instead, he retracted his gaze and turned to the side.

He turned casually and actually stepped onto another stone staircase with the little nun Xia Yilin and the Yin-Yang Saint.

This stone staircase is not easy to walk on. In addition to the rugged and winding mountain road itself, there are also exotic flowers, plants and trees growing along the way.

Walked for a while.

Mo Fan pushed aside the last cluster of branches that blocked their way, and the view in front of everyone suddenly became clear.

The front is very open, and at a glance you can see a few stone steps extending to a pavilion shrouded in mist halfway up the mountain.

This pavilion is not on the top of the mountain, but half-embedded in the mountain wall.

At first glance, this pavilion looks ordinary and does not have many special features, but if you look closely, you can feel that this pavilion seems to be the core of the sky, and it seems that it is the core of the entire Qishi Mansion.

The pavilion in the mist is not very big, but it gives people a very delicate feeling at a glance, as if every eaves of the pavilion was carefully carved by the owner before being installed.

Mo Fan looked at the pavilion, and then at the stone steps extending down from the pavilion.

Then he looked in front of the pavilion and saw a figure standing there. He was looking at the figure, and the figure was also looking at him.

Mo Fan climbed up the stairs.

There were not many stone steps. Walking on them and smelling the faint scent of Tao that came from ancient history gave Mo Fan a very comfortable feeling, as if his soul had also been purified.

Soon, Mo Fan arrived in front of the pavilion under the gaze of the figure.

This is a thin old man, with sparse but neat white hair. He is wearing a simple scholar’s robe, and he looks old but has a slight bookish air.

At this moment, he was holding a bamboo broom in both hands and sweeping the gate of the pavilion, but as soon as Chu Tianming appeared, his cloudy old eyes focused on Mo Fan.

“The young emperor’s presence brings honor to our humble residence.”

Mo Fan did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked towards the building and said, “I want to take a look inside.”

“Young Emperor, please do as you please.”

The old man bowed slightly to Mo Fan, stopped talking, and continued sweeping the floor.

The strange thing was that there was not a single leaf or a trace of dirt on the stone steps or in the courtyard.

There was nothing under the old man’s broom either.

But the old man was sweeping the floor very seriously, sweeping very hard with the broom. Sometimes when he got tired, he would stop to rest for a while, pat his back a few times, take a breath, and then continue, over and over again.

Mo Fan ignored him and walked towards the pavilion.

When I got closer, I realized that the pavilion was indeed not very big. Although the pavilion was not big, it had an indescribable beauty.

There was nothing in the attic except some worn-out furniture, but after Mo Fan walked into the attic, an inexplicable charm suddenly emerged between heaven and earth.

The Yin-Yang Saint looked at Mo Fan who was in meditation beside him. Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed through his mind.

boom!
At this moment, Mo Fan’s blood boiled, and the ‘Immortal Heavenly Art’ that he had practiced in his body began to operate autonomously. He turned into a scorching sun and became blazing.

In his blood and bones, there are wisps of immortal light flowing, reflecting an ancient and mysterious picture, which is extremely ancient and long-lasting.

It is like the deepest level recorded in flesh and blood, spanning more than a hundred thousand years, giving people a feeling of being opposite each other across endless years.

When Mo Fan arrived at the Qi Shi Mansion, he did not go anywhere else, but walked straight into this Xiao Xiao Pavilion. Naturally, it was because a saint had stayed here for a period of time in the past.

Later, after the empress attained enlightenment, she also stayed here for a short time.

Influenced by the Dao left by the ruthless emperor, a mysterious and ancient painting appeared in Mo Fan’s mind.

It was a figure that looked down upon the world, with unrivalled grace and elegance, like a goddess from the Ninth Heaven descending to earth, looking down upon the human world with disdain. On his face was a strange bronze mask, of simple shape, but otherworldly and indistinct. All the laws of heaven and earth were swirling beneath his feet.

Behind him, there were countless floating corpses, the ground was stained with blood, and each corpse exuded a terrible and terrifying aura.

“Auntie. Auntie. Auntie.”

To be honest, so much time has passed, and even though Mo Fan has already accepted the existence of the Empress in his heart, he still doesn’t know how to address her.

The figure standing in front of him was the Heaven-Devouring Emperor from hundreds of thousands of years ago, the supreme empress who shocked the world throughout history, swallowed the essence of the Infinite King Body and reversed the Chaos Body, becoming the first Chaos Emperor in ancient and modern times.

For some reason, the Empress’ figure stood in the endless years, but Mo Fan felt it was extremely real, as if the Empress in that time and space had crossed the years and space and came to the present.

In a trance, Mo Fan seemed to see the Empress’ eyes move slightly, as if she had sensed Mo Fan’s presence across the years.
The figure of the empress did not emit any terrifying aura, she just stood quietly in the void. Behind her were the stars in the sky and the supreme principles of the Tao interweaving, evolving chaos and all things.

hum!
Mysterious lines emerged in the hall, forming complex patterns that were impossible for non-emperors to understand. These were the imperial patterns left by the empress here.

But Mo Fan felt that at this moment, he seemed to have merged with the figure of the empress hundreds of thousands of years ago. Those ancient and complex patterns slowly emerged in his eyes, as if all the secrets were presented to him.

Slowly, Mo Fan closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep.
boom!
No one knew how much time had passed. In the center of the hall, that peerless and graceful figure shattered and turned into rays of light that destroyed the splendor. Carrying the glory of the past, it was buried in the long river of time again.

At this moment, countless spiritual lights suddenly came to Mo Fan, causing his scalp to tingle.

He quickly sat cross-legged to one side, closed his mind, and soon became as silent as a rock.

(End of this chapter)