On Panlong Mountain, in front of the Qin family's ancestral mausoleum.
Emperor Mian looked at the Dragon of Luck hovering in the sky and gradually fell into a trance.
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 Jiulong Terrace.
Also because of Jiulong Terrace, his already neglected cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.
This is the place where the Qin Dynasty's fortunes began and changed, and it is the closest place to the Nine Provinces Dragon Vein.
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 on Panlong Mountain.
He has no hope of achieving enlightenment in this life.
Emperor Mian died completely.
It is the old Qin Zheng, who is at the peak of the Taoist realm of the Qin family. 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.
"Even the Supervisory Heaven Seal fell into your hands. Oh, the Supervisory Heaven Si's Dragon of Luck has returned to the world. This Supervisory Heaven Seal is now just an ordinary seal."
Emperor Mian's eyes fell on the big seal in Si Wuming's hand again.
"So it's not the ninth realm of Shintoism, it's the Great Freedom? The realm of gods and humans in Taoism, and the realm of Bodhisattvas in Buddhism?"
With every step forward, Qin Zheng's momentum weakened.
He raised his head and saw a man in black, holding a large seal, slowly walking towards the ancestral mausoleum.
The blade fell to the ground.
"Who am I in the eyes of the Qin family?"
"Beyond the Nine Heavens Divine Dao, it is too illusory. Not to mention the realm of heaven and man, even if it is revealed in person, it is enough to make people despair."
Emperor Mian nodded.
Emperor Mian lowered his head and saw that his hands were rotten.
"Lanting." Si Wuming said.
Emperor Mian smiled, but his voice became lower and lower.
"How majestic the chief of the division was back then. With his great ambitions, he forced the Qin Dynasty to separate its fortunes, thus achieving the glory of Supervising Tiansi for thousands of years. But it was only a thousand years, and the people from those days are still alive today. Then
But the place has returned to dust and dust, and even the things left behind have become worthless.”
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.
"yes."
The real Ninth Realm is indeed far away, so far away that even people like Si Wuming cannot understand it.
"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."
Qin Mian nodded slightly.
"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 this cultivation?"
"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."
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.
"Yes." Si Wuming nodded and casually dropped the big seal.
Boom.
He sighed deeply, expressing his endless helplessness.
"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 millions of people of a state to create it.
New body."
"Nothing boring."
"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?”
When he finally came to Si Wuming, he was out of breath, and it took all his strength to finally swing the sword out.
His head hung down weakly, but his neck could no longer bear the slightest weight, so his head fell to the ground, and his flesh and blood rotted away, leaving only the skeleton looking up at the sky.
"So is there really only Shinto in the Ninth Realm? Gather faith, be recognized by Heaven, and become a god?"
It is the source of the current chaos in Kyushu, the master of the Eternal Life Palace, Si Wuming.
"If I hadn't been in my dying years, how could I have let you succeed so easily?!"
"Fortunately, he died in Weizhou and died for his own kindness! Otherwise, he would be the person closest to great freedom in this world."
"Si Wuming." Emperor Mian revealed the identity of the visitor.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Si Wuming, his face full of dissatisfaction.
But attaining the Dao is so difficult. At this 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.
"This is the Way of Time, right? It's really powerful."
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.
"Just like those beings in the ninth realm, they are still them, but they are no longer them."
"Bold maniacs who dare to break into my Qin family's imperial mausoleum will die!"
Bang.
"Yes, Lord Lanting." Emperor Mian raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky.
Then he saw Qin Zheng getting closer and closer to him with a big sword in his hand.
The Supervisory Heaven Seal fell to the ground, but it couldn't even bear the force and broke into seven or eight pieces.
And he only achieved his current level of cultivation with the help of dragon veins, and he was not worth mentioning in front of Si Wuming.
"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."
Looking at the mess on the ground, Emperor Mian sighed softly.
He raised his rotten hand and touched his face, feeling countless wrinkles that didn't exist.
Qin Zheng fell to the ground.
clang.
Hearing the sound, Si Wuming stood motionless, only slightly turning his gaze.
"What's the name of that Sir?" Emperor Mian asked in confusion.
"You mean spiritual intelligence?"
"I don't know, I can't even touch the edges of gods and humans."
Si Wuming's tone became somewhat respectful.
Da da da..
Rhythmic footsteps sounded in his ears.
As he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of Qin Zheng's eyes.
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.
Just after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped again.