The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 7 Above the Nine Heavens
In the desolate western land with thin spiritual energy, somewhere under a desolate mountain, in a main spiritual vein, Shi Mo was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with golden light all over his body.

In the surrounding branching spiritual veins, there are more than a dozen earth core fire dragons that are also absorbing the rapidly surging earth vein power in the spiritual veins to replenish their consumption.

Not long after, Shi Mo finished his training and couldn't help but frown slightly:
"Although my cultivation and magic power have improved a lot, I don't know the current cultivation realm of the cultivators in the prehistoric world. After all, they are still behind closed doors. I don't know whether the Taoist Ancestor Hongjun has become a saint and preached!"

Shi Mo was just thinking when suddenly an invisible, vast and mysterious aura spread throughout the wilderness, causing him to shudder all over. The dozens of fire dragons in the earth's core that were absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth's veins were also awakened at once.

In an instant, accompanied by a mysterious aura that suddenly appeared in the primeval world, purple air rose between heaven and earth, auspicious air was everywhere, and auspicious clouds rolled. The rich and surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth rolled towards hundreds of millions of lives. All living beings benefited greatly, and countless people made great progress in their cultivation and opened up their spiritual wisdom.

"What is this? The aura of a saint? The vibrations of sainthood? Is it Hongjun? Or is it Nuwa who has become a saint?"

Feeling the vast and mysterious aura that made people feel oppressed, Shi Mo couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Then, an old, ethereal voice with an inexplicable sense of majesty spread throughout the wilderness:
"I am Hongjun. Today I have attained sainthood. A thousand years from now I will preach in the Purple Sky Palace beyond the thirty-three heavens. Anyone who is destined to hear me may come and listen."

"Hongjun? Hongjun has just become a saint?" Shi Mo was a little surprised, and his eyes lit up:
"Great! It seems I've traveled here not too late. I still have a chance to go to the Purple Sky Palace and listen to teachings. However, do I have the ability to safely reach the Purple Sky Palace, located in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens?"

Thinking of this, Shi Mo frowned slightly and decisively left the underground spiritual vein and came to the ground.

"Whether we can reach Zixiao Palace or not, we must give it a try. The sooner rather than later, the better. Let's set off!"

Having made up his mind, Shi Mo flew straight up into the sky.

"This is my first time flying so high! No wonder everyone envies the gods and wants to become one. The feeling of soaring in the sky is really great."

Shi Mo, flying with the wind, immediately saw a mountain range standing out in the distance, like a pillar supporting the sky.
"Connecting the sky to the earth, what a majestic and steep mountain range! This must be Mount Buzhou, the backbone of the ancient world, right?"

Although he was curious, he didn't care about Shi Mo who was traveling to Buzhou Mountain at this moment. He continued to fly above the nine heavens, flying higher and higher through layers of clouds, but he still felt that the ancient sky was so far away.

"In mythology and legend, there are thirty-three heavens in the heavens. They say there are nine heavens above them, but I wonder if these nine heavens are within the thirty-three heavens?"

Shi Mo was thinking in his heart. After flying for a long time, he finally came to an area with thin clouds and faint violent gale.

Shi Mo, who was trying hard to keep his body steady in the strong wind, felt the raging strong wind around him and couldn't help but think:

"Could this be the rumored Nine Heavens Gale Layer? After passing through this area, the real heaven should not be far away, right?"

"This wind is really strong, but it is of no use to me."

After flying for a distance in the strong wind, Shi Mo suddenly summoned the Wind-Fixing Bead, and the surrounding strong winds suddenly vanished. Soaring high into the sky, Shi Mo easily passed through the nine layers of strong winds and soon arrived in a world filled with fairy mist and colorful clouds spread out like a carpet.

"Is this the fairyland? It's so quiet!" Shi Mo looked around curiously. Under the brilliant light in the distance, he could see many floating mountains and island-like lands, and even a river winding into the distance.

Shi Mo was admiring the beauty of the fairyland in amazement when suddenly the clouds in the distance dissipated, revealing a dark red figure.

The man looked middle-aged, wearing a dark red Taoist robe, with long blood-red hair and a gloomy face. He looked like the embodiment of darkness. As soon as he appeared, the light around him seemed to dim.

But at this moment, the gloomy middle-aged man in the dark red Taoist robe stared at Shi Mo with burning greed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure: "Boy, hand over the magic treasure on you!"

The moment the gloomy middle-aged man in the dark red Taoist robe appeared, the invisible and oppressive aura that swept over him startled Shi Mo. Now, hearing what he said, Shi Mo's face changed and his heart sank slightly:
"He actually wants my Wind-Fixing Orb? It seems that when I used the Wind-Fixing Orb just now, it sensed the fluctuations of my aura. Is this guy born in the Year of the Dog? He can actually sense the fluctuations of the spiritual treasure so easily!"

"What? You don't want to? You still want to force me to do it?" The middle-aged man in the dark red Taoist robe raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you?" Shi Mo frowned and asked. Although this person's aura was much stronger than his, Shi Mo would not easily bow his head and hand over the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

"Then go to hell!" The middle-aged man in the dark red Taoist robe was too lazy to talk nonsense with Shi Mo. Suddenly, a black magic sword appeared in front of him, and then the magic sword turned into a gray-black sword light and slashed towards Shi Mo fiercely.

Facing the sword light that was coming in front of him in the blink of an eye and was filled with a sharp and deadly aura, Shi Mo's face changed and he quickly summoned the Wind-Fixing Pearl.

Clang. As soon as the Wind-Fixing Pearl appeared, its invisible power caused the space to stagnate and all the energy fluctuations around it to disappear. However, the sword light still slashed at the Wind-Fixing Pearl fiercely as if tearing through space.

Swish. Even with the obstruction of the Wind-Fixing Bead, the aftermath of the sharp sword energy still fell on Shi Mo, leaving a white mark on his chest.

But even though the attack only scratched the skin, it was as if an invisible death energy had invaded Shi Mo's body, making him feel weak all over and with a sharp pain in his chest. Even the circulation of the magic power in his body became a little sluggish.

At the same time, the violently vibrating Wind-Fixing Pearl sank into Shi Mo's body, leaving him feeling paralyzed. A chilling aura invaded his body, even making him feel the chill seeping into his soul.
Shi Mo was secretly shocked and was thrown backwards, falling directly into the Nine Heavens Gale Layer.

Just as the middle-aged man in the dark red Taoist robe with an indifferent look was about to chase him, another sharp and swift aura suddenly approached, and an invisible icy chill filled the air, making the space seem to freeze.

"Styx, this is not the place for you to act recklessly!"

"Kunpeng?" The middle-aged man in dark red Taoist robe turned around suddenly and frowned when he saw a huge creature flying from afar, with wings like a roc and clouds hanging from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, two extremely hot auras descended, causing the clouds in the sky to dissipate a lot, and dazzling light spread, as if two suns had suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)