Chapter 1237: 482: Rotten Ke Immortal Fate!
The path to ascent to heaven is beneath one’s feet, unwavering in determination_2 Chapter 1237: 482: Rotten Ke Immortal Fate!
The path to ascent to heaven is beneath one’s feet, unwavering in determination_2 He suddenly clenched his fist forcefully.
There was a loud “boom.”
The entire massive and hard statue’s head was crushed on the spot, with stone powder scattering everywhere and shards flying in all directions.
The Divine Thought of the curse within vanished immediately, leaving only a little Incense Faith Power drifting aimlessly around like rootless duckweed.
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“Has it completely dissipated?”
Chen Dengming felt utterly disillusioned.
Such a curse, similar to the one imposed by Ancestor Shi Yiyin of the Miaoyin Sect which had almost cost him his life, was now too fragile to withstand even ten breaths in his hands.
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He waved his sleeve, dispersing the dust, his eyes glowing like two brilliant beams of aurora borealis, surveying in all directions.
Instantly, the lingering sensations of being covertly scrutinized disappeared, and even the remnants of Incense Faith Power in the ruins had much diminished, no longer daring to act rashly.
Chen Dengming shook his head inwardly and exited the Ancient Human Immortal Body state, reverting to his normal body.
It was no wonder Qu Shenzong had given him no particular warnings.
Within this ocean abyss, it seemed only the oppression of non-DAO forces was noteworthy.
The likes of curses, and even weaker curses, were inconsequential to Dao Monarchs of their caliber.
Chen Dengming had already surmised the origins of these curses.
Most likely, they were the cultivators who had died in Beiling Sea Palace in ancient times, or those who entered in later years searching for treasures and perished tragically.
Their Nascent Souls and Primordial Spirits, unable to escape upon death and influenced by the unique environment of Incense Faith Power, gradually dissipated, their obsessions forming curses that continued to harm those who came after.
He swiftly took flight, heading toward a mountain range he had spotted ahead.
From then on, the path was clear, with no more blind curses or calamities daring to block the way and seek death.
Chen Dengming felt as though he had flown thousands of miles in this unbelievably vast underwater world before finally seeing a towering peak ahead, towering monumentally as if it would overwhelm the observer, so tall that it seemed ready to crash down.
Atop the peak, mist hovered and Spiritual Light flickered intermittently.
Upon closer inspection, one could see Colorful Millennium Ganoderma and exquisite Thousands-petaled Lotus growing between the mountainsides.
Occasional flashes of Spiritual Light revealed glistening roof tiles, possibly belonging to a divine palace, a true treasure mountain.
“Is this Rotten Cole Mountain?”
As Chen Dengming was marveling, a bold, long shout from behind the mountain—Qu Shenzong calling out:
“Nephew Chen, you’ve finally arrived!
This is Rotten Cole Mountain.
Sadly, I’ve been coming here for many years but was never able to enter.
This time, with us joining forces, perhaps we can attempt to climb the mountain to observe the Immortal’s chess match!”
A whirlwind curled from behind the mountain, quickly spiraling into a column of wind.
Within the column, the figure of Qu Shenzong appeared distinctly.
Seeing Qu Shenzong circling around the mountain informed Chen Dengming that this peak was tricky.
Upon hearing his words, he couldn’t help but inquire about its mystery.
“Ah, this Rotten Cole Mountain, I see it’s not merely a terrifying sealing array.
No, calling it a sealing array doesn’t quite fit…”
Qu Shenzong descended, hands behind his back, looking up at the mountain, shaking his head.
“This mountain more resembles a battlefield formed in the wake of Immortals fighting over a chessboard in ancient times, and for some reason I don’t understand, the aftershocks of the battle have always been confined within this mountain.
Therefore, this mountain is extremely dangerous now.
If we want to go up and view the Immortal’s chess match, we must take great risks…”
“Aftershocks from an Immortal’s battle?”
Chen Dengming’s heart skipped a beat, and as he gazed at the high mountain ahead, he could not help but feel a bit terrified.
How strong would the aftershocks of an Immortal’s battle be?
Could a minor deity like him even approach?
Perhaps it would be akin to the impact of a battle between Deity Transformation Dao Lords on a Golden Core cultivator—perhaps even more severe.
“Don’t rush to back down.”
Qu Shenzong glanced at Chen Dengming’s face and knew he was startled, saying with a laugh, “Even though it’s the aftershocks of an Immortal’s battle, after so many years it has considerably weakened.
Otherwise, I would have encountered trouble during my previous attempts…
Now that you are also in the late stages of Divine Transformation, and since we both are skilled in the Dao of Heavenly Immortals, supporting each other, perhaps we can ascend the mountain!”
Chen Dengming looked intrigued.
“How did my family’s ancestor manage to climb the mountain back then?
And he stayed to watch the chess match for such a long time before coming down.”
“That was fate, the legendary Immortal Fate!
Immortal Fate is something you encounter, not something you can seek,” Qu Shenzong shook his head and looked down the mountain path, continuing, “Fate is not recognizing the true face of the mountain, just because you are on it.
Often, it’s because we don’t know, we might have the fate to enter without realizing, stumbling our way in.
If you know, then you have no fate, and no matter how much you seek, even if you kneeled and worshipped all the way up the mountain, you would not be able to enter!”
Qu Shenzong paused, then added, “You must have heard the legend of the woodcutter encountering an Immortal.
That’s the legend of your family’s ancestor.
Years ago, a woodcutter went up the mountain to chop wood and saw two children playing chess.
He sat down to watch.
Little did he know, those two children were the past images of Immortals playing chess, manifested by the congealed Daoist Charm left from their ancient game.
The chess they played was a worldly grand game, encompassing the past, present, and future.
The chess pieces in the game represented the most significant figures from the past, present, and the next thousand years.
When the game finished, only seven days had passed atop the mountain, but a thousand years had gone by in the world below.
Only then did the woodcutter realize his axe handle had rotted.
After descending the mountain, he discovered the world had changed drastically, a great calamity had passed.
And that woodcutter ultimately set foot on the path of immortality due to this encounter, growing into the widely renowned Longevity Taoist Lord!”