In all descriptions of immortal sects, there is always the presence of clouds and mist.
It seems that riding on clouds can no longer satisfy the monks' sense of existence. Only by making the place where they practice and live, filled with clouds and mist like a fairyland, can they show the difference between monks and mortals.
There is nothing wrong with this.
After all, cultivators are not mortals. Starting to practice cultivation also means taking the first step towards transcending the Three Realms.
What exactly is Mo Shuang Fairy Mountain like?
Is it really as powerful as the legend says?
What immortal secrets are hidden behind the mountain gate that is always obscured by smoke and clouds, like an invisible barrier separating the two worlds?
The answer is simple.
Nothing at all!
It is either a riddle or a factual description.
As the hour of dawn arrived, the mountain gate covered by clouds opened, and thousands of streams of light enveloped the world. Behind the towering Mo family mountain gate in front of everyone was...
A cliff.
It was not deliberately excavated.
Or like the rift cut by the Heavenly Sword, it is a naturally formed towering cliff, and the simple mountain gate stands on the edge of this cliff.
Before, when the mountain gate opened and millions of streams of light filled the sky and earth, the group of people closest to the mountain gate, as if risking their lives, howled and rushed towards the streams of light.
It seemed as if it was about to pounce into the light.
It seems that this will allow them to transcend the difference between immortals and mortals.
But at this moment, after the smoke dissipated, those anxious guys realized that what they had rushed into was not an immortal sect.
Instead, he took a step into the gates of hell.
Thirty or forty people, looking very proud and excited, fell down the cliff with their hands and feet dancing. In an instant, they were swallowed up by the rolling sea of ​​clouds below . There was nothing around them to give them leverage.
Only wailing echoed.
The rest of the people were so shocked that they all took a step back.
They were stunned by the tragic scene before them. The crowded mountain gate suddenly became empty and all the cheers were replaced by wailing.
Others tried to grab the arms of those who jumped off the cliff.
Some were lucky enough to catch one or two.
But more often than not, one can only free fall, falling rapidly with hands and feet waving.
"well."
Sanquezi, who concealed his aura and looked like an old mortal man, waved his left hand, and a gray whisk appeared in his hand. As he swayed his whisk with a fairy-like aura, a gust of spiritual wind flew by.
Just like an invisible net, it reaches into the airspace.
The mortals who fell down were caught in the air in the middle of the cliff, then lifted up lightly, and finally dropped behind the jade platform on the cliff.
Everyone was in shock.
Those who reacted quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express their gratitude to Ma Tishu who saved their lives.
"have a finger in the pie."
Jiang Xia glanced at his fellow Taoist Ma, stood up leisurely, and walked a few steps towards the mountain gate.
He glanced down.
The cliff is tall and steep, the rocks below are bare without a single tree, and the stones on the inner wall of the cliff are a strange black and red color.
He had seen such stones in his previous life.
He raised his head again and looked out along both sides of the cliff. He could not see the boundary of the rocks, but he could vaguely see a huge circular mountain pass around both sides that was out of sight.
"Is this... a crater?"
Lao Jiang frowned.
He glanced toward the base of the cliff again .
It was a vast sea of ​​white clouds. With the rolling smoke and clouds, one could not see the specific scene below at all. It was like a thick layer of white marshmallow sandwiched between the sky and the ground.
This is a completely enclosed area. Unless you have wings, you cannot enter this crater from anywhere outside.
Beside him, Ruyue and Liu Hui were also staring at each other.
The former's knowledge has been limited to Fengming Middle School since childhood, and he has only seen some strange things in the "cultivation" in the wasteland and the Red Moon Realm.
The latter, although stronger.
But in terms of knowledge, she is not as knowledgeable as the moon.
After all, it was born and raised in the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and had never even seen the northern land where monsters gathered.
The Mo Shuang Mountain before us was indeed beyond our expectations.
"Look ahead."
Ma Tishu's leisurely voice rang in Lao Jiang's ears.
Jiang Xia raised his head and looked at the place where millions of streams of light gathered in front of him. Also in the rising sea of ​​clouds, he could vaguely see the shadows of high mountains.
The pupil of Lao Jiang's left eye shrank and contracted several times as he saw more clearly that layer upon layer of clouds were peeling off from the Yunhai Mountain Range, just like a noble lady taking off her clothes.
The energy readings on the interface in front of him were also soaring.
It soon exceeded the detection limit of the chip detector, causing the energy readings to become disordered and turned into a string of continuously jumping garbled codes.
The scene before us was like a giant beast hidden in an endless sea of ​​clouds.
But it also looks like a floating island.
A floating island carrying a small mountain range.
It is hovering above the crater covered by the sea of ​​clouds. The shadowy rocks below should be connected to this huge crater.
It's like a big, top-heavy mushroom.
But anyone with an IQ higher than their feet knows this.
No matter in which world, it is impossible for such a strange terrain to be formed naturally.
The mortals around could not see the strange phenomenon in the sea of ​​clouds.
But they were stunned by the sudden change. Some monks tried to fly with the wind and cross the cliff, but just as they started, they were pressed to the ground by an invisible force.
In other places, some people were also whispering to each other.
Obviously, Sanquezi was not the only one who discovered the strange phenomenon in Moshuang Mountain.
This also shows that there are other powerful but low-key monks hidden in the crowd.
“In my spare time over the past few years, I have traveled thousands of miles around Fengming Country and even deep into the Great Wilderness Forest in the Southern Wilderness, trying to find out the direction of the earth veins.
My Sanque Mountain is a small paradise that I accidentally discovered while traveling along the earth veins. "
Ma Tishu stopped pretending now.
He held a whisk in his arms, and the grey Taoist robe he wore today swayed in the wind. With his well-maintained long beard, he looked quite like an immortal.
The leader of Sanque Mountain twirled his beard and looked at the sea of ​​clouds that was beginning to dissipate in front of him.
And the giant monster that gradually emerged from it.
He said with awe and admiration:
“After many years of traveling and visiting the masters of the Southern Wilderness, I learned that the Fengming Kingdom and the dozen or so small countries around it are rich in minerals.
This is because ten thousand years ago, there was a great and strange phenomenon of "the ground covered with fire" here.
That is the true power of heaven and earth, which creates endless mineral deposits deep in this land.
But no matter how hard I looked, I could not find the source of the strange phenomenon of the ground covered in fire. I was also confused. Since there was such a strange phenomenon ten thousand years ago, the spiritual energy remaining in the local area should carry the five elements of fire.
However, over the past few hundred years, most local creatures have wood spiritual roots or water spiritual roots.
This just doesn't make sense.
I originally thought that this strangeness was caused by the spiritual energy of the Southern Wilderness Marsh, but until today, I realized that this was not the case. "
Marty paused.
Some yearning, some regretful said:
“It is this fairy mountain in front of us that suppressed the fire energy of the earth veins, and there is a powerful person who transformed the violent fire spirit energy into the more gentle water and wood spirit energy, allowing it to merge with the earth vein spirit energy of the Southern Wasteland.
The three elements of water, fire and wood will not conflict with each other, causing great suffering to the people.
No wonder I had doubts back then.
Although our Fengming country is close to the node of the East Earth vein.
But the terrain is too high and too far away from the spiritual hub of the earth veins. Given the thin spiritual energy of the earth around it, how could a fairy mountain like Mo Shuang Mountain, which is overflowing with spiritual energy, be born?
This just doesn't make sense.
Today, I realized that my thoughts back then were correct."
He turned his head and explained to Jiang Xia who was listening in confusion:
“Fellow Daoist, please look at the strange terrain of Mo Shuang Mountain in front of you. It is not that the Eastern Earth vein gave birth to this fairy mountain, but that this fairy mountain happened to be placed on the node of the earth vein.
Like a cone, it pierces the earth and connects to the earth veins.
Therefore, the spiritual energy hidden deep in the earth's spiritual core was drawn out, creating a spiritual realm here. This Black Frost Mountain was moved here from somewhere else by a powerful being."
"???"
After hearing what San Quezi said, the awed eyes of the surrounding mortals were immediately filled with big question marks.
They all knew that immortals were known to be able to move mountains and seas and were omnipotent, but when this incredible scene actually appeared before their eyes, mortals still felt surprised.
"Did you move here from the West Sea?"
The round-faced girl who followed behind Ruyue with her eyes wide open blinked her eyes and waved her hands when she heard what Matishu said:
“I grew up in the West Sea. There is a story circulating on several islands on the northern edge of the Xingluo Sea, saying that hundreds of years ago, an immortal moved an island away from the Xingluo Sea.
The incident spread widely and many people knew about it.
Moreover, I heard from that group of people on the way that the inheritance of Mo Shuang Mountain came from the Mohist sect more than 500 years ago, and even the sect leader, Mo Jun, was a disciple of the sect back then.
And before the Mohist sect was destroyed, wasn't it in the West Sea?"
"Don't interrupt."
Lao Jiang glared at the bait rabbit girl of unknown origin.
He looked at Marty again and asked seriously:
"Fellow Daoist Ma, are you sure that this floating island on the Mo Shuang Mountain was really moved here by Mo Jun alone?"
"Alas, Brother Jiang, you obviously don't understand the power of a powerful cultivator."
Ma Tishu waved his whisk, stood on the edge of the cliff at the mountain gate, and looked at the Mo Shuang Fairy Mountain which had revealed its true appearance before him.
He said:
“Mo Jun is a cultivator in the Dao Seeking Realm.
It is only a matter of fate away from the state of sea of ​​suffering. As long as one can find the true meaning of the great way that suits oneself, his power can be enhanced tenfold or a hundredfold in an instant.
But even if he couldn't find it, with Mo Jun's current level of cultivation, the Fengming Kingdom with a radius of thousands of miles and millions of lives would all be created and destroyed in his one thought.
Moving a mountain and suppressing the earth veins was just a matter of convenience.
In the war against demons five hundred years ago, there were only seven or eight cultivators from the Bitter Sea Realm leading the battle, with a hundred or so cultivators from the Seeking Dao Realm following them. Within seven days, they defeated millions of demons and caused the Western Continent to sink.
This is how the West Sea of ​​today was formed.
The great power of the powerful monk can be seen from this.
And that’s all I know, and most of it is hearsay. That realm is too far away from you and me, just like a sparrow looking up at a swan. It’s lucky to get a glimpse of it.”
San Quezi twirled his beard and concluded to Jiang Xia:
"So, Brother Jiang, don't underestimate your Lord Mo. With his level of cultivation, it's more than enough for him to be honored as an 'Earth Immortal'.
It was as if he just threw this fairy mountain away.
The land beneath our feet has changed because of him, and countless stories in the past three hundred years have also started because of him. How is such great power different from that of an immortal who can change the world with a single thought?
As far as I know, the first batch of pioneers on the land of Fengming Kingdom seemed to have migrated from Wuling Kingdom, thousands of miles north, at that time.
In three hundred years, they have created a country, and then split into the current chaos. But for Mo Jun, perhaps, this is just a moment of his cultivation. "
"Thirty years ago, my ancestor was just a general under the founding monarch of Fengming Nation. In the past three hundred years, the world has changed dramatically.
But Mo Jun is still the same Mo Jun as before, without any change."
San Quezi laughed and took the initiative to end his speech.
He waved his whisk, pointed at the bright golden light ahead, and said to Jiang Xia, who was still immersed in the vicissitudes of history:
"Look, Brother Jiang."
"Your future teachers are here to greet you."