Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 119 Origin Book: Preparing to Open the Purple Mountain Dungeon!

"An ultimate imperial weapon? You really dare to dream of that!"

Duan De was so anxious that he stomped his feet. He was a frequent tomb raider and knew far more about tombs than Ye Fan.

"That place is the tomb of Master Yuan. Everyone who goes there dies. What kind of opportunity could there be? Kid, listen to my advice, let's think of another way—"

However, before he could finish speaking, the crimson rainbow had already caught up to within a hundred miles.

The old man's divine sense swept over them as if it were a tangible object, locking onto the two of them with undisguised killing intent.

"You two little bastards, run! Keep running!"

An aged voice drifted from afar, tinged with a smug sneer, "Let's see where you can run now!"

Without further hesitation, Ye Fan unfurled the black net in his hand and jumped directly onto Duan De's shoulder. The two of them temporarily concealed their presence and raced towards Zishan.

"Hey kid, what have you been eating lately? You've gained weight again!"

Duan De's face darkened, but he dared not actually crawl out of the fishing net.

The two instantly transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the distant mountains in the blink of an eye.

The crimson rainbow light paused, and divine sense swept over like a net, but there was no one in its sight.

He snorted coldly, then simply closed his eyes and began to slowly sense.

About half an hour later, the man opened his eyes and headed in one direction.

"Kid, run that way!"

As Duan De ran, he pointed to a mountain hollow to his right, where wisps of smoke could be faintly seen, suggesting that people lived there.

Ye Fan didn't have time to think and followed Duan De rushing in that direction.

Sure enough, there was a small village nestled in the mountain valley, with a few dozen households. The houses were all built of mountain stones and looked very simple.

People walking around in the village, dressed in coarse cloth, were startled when they saw two streaks of light flying towards them.

"Don't panic, we're not bad people!"

After landing, Ye Fan hurriedly explained, but the villagers had already been frightened and hid inside their houses. Only a few brave old men, like Zhang Wuye, were still standing outside, watching them warily.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"

An elderly man with white hair and beard stepped forward, leaning on a wooden cane, his voice aged yet full of energy.

The old man's surname was Zhang, and everyone in the village, young and old, called him "Fifth Master Zhang".

Before Ye Fan could speak, Duan De interrupted, "Grandpa, we're being chased and we'd like to hide here for a while—"

Master Zhang looked at them and sighed.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked deeper into the village, and Ye Fan and Duan De quickly followed.

Master Zhang led them through several stone houses to a cave behind the village.

The cave is not large, and the entrance is hidden by several large rocks, so it is not easily noticed unless you look carefully.

Master Zhang pushed aside the stones, revealing a dark hole with a damp smell emanating from it.

"Come in!"

After saying this, Uncle Zhang bent down and went into the cave.

Ye Fan and Duan De exchanged a glance and followed them inside.

The cave was larger inside than it appeared from the outside, about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) in size, with rough rock walls on all four sides.

In the corner were some odds and ends: a broken wooden box, a rusted iron lock, and a few pottery jars.

Zhang Wuye walked to the corner, pushed aside the clutter, and revealed a large wooden box that was half a person's height.

A rusty iron lock hung on the wooden box, indicating it hadn't been opened for many years.

He took a key out of his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it a few times.

With a click, the lock opened.

Master Zhang opened the wooden box, and a strong smell of rotten wood wafted out.

The inside of the wooden box was somewhat rotten, and traces of insect infestation could even be seen at the corners.

"This is----"

Ye Fan curiously leaned closer and saw a set of stone clothes folded inside the wooden box.

The stone garment was made up of stone flakes strung together, simple and unadorned, and neatly stacked.

The stone slabs are grayish-brown, each one polished very smooth, with tiny holes drilled at the edges, and strung together with an unknown type of silk thread.

Ye Fan reached out and took out the stone garment, holding it in his hands, but did not feel anything special about it.

This type of stone is very common; it is the same special stone skin found in the source area.

"What is this for?"

Duan De also came over and touched the stone garment.

Master Zhang sighed, stroking the stone garment, and slowly said, "My Zhang family ancestors once produced a Source Master. These stone garments were made by that person using a special kind of stone skin. Wearing them can block the divine sense of cultivators!"

Ye Fan's heart stirred.

Master Yuan?

This is the second time I've heard this word.

Wait, Source—Source Heavenly Book!

Ye Fan suddenly remembered something that Uncle Li had once made him memorize when he was a child.

"Is there any connection between these two?"

Ye Fan shook his head and looked at the stone robe in front of him.

He had seen this kind of stone skin before; it was the same material used when gambling on stones. The outer layer of the source stone was made of this material, which could indeed isolate divine sense, preventing cultivators from detecting whether there were treasures inside.

"Master Zhang, are you saying that after we put on this stone armor, people outside won't be able to scan us with their divine sense?"

Master Zhang nodded.

"That's right, that ancestor used this method to escape his enemies. Unfortunately, he eventually entered Purple Mountain and never came out again!"

Ye Fan looked at the stone armor in his hand, then at Duan De, and made up his mind.

"Fatty, you're wearing this."

He handed the stone garment to Duan De.

Duan De paused for a moment, then asked, "And what about you?"

Ye Fan took out the black net and shook it in his hand.

"I'll use this! This fishing net can also conceal our presence. I alone can block that old guy's divine sense. Plus, you're wearing the stone armor, so the two of us should be able to get through this."

Duan De took the stone garment and chuckled twice.

"Okay, let's do it that way!"

He quickly put the stone garment on.

The stone garment was somewhat bulky to wear, and the stone pieces collided with each other, making a slight rattling sound.

But after putting it on, Duan De seemed to turn into an ordinary stone, his aura completely concealed, and even Ye Fan could hardly sense his presence.

Ye Fan also covered himself with the black net. The net was as thin as a cicada's wing. It covered his body and instantly merged with the surrounding void.

Although he could still feel his own existence, the sense of presence was extremely weak, as if he could be assimilated by this world at any moment.

When Zhang Wuye saw that the entire space was suddenly empty except for one person, a complex light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Are you really going to Zishan?"

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"That old man chased us for three days and three nights, clearly intending to kill us. If he catches us, we're doomed. Entering Purple Mountain offers at least a glimmer of hope!"

Master Zhang sighed and said nothing more.

He turned and walked to the cave entrance, pushed aside the large rocks, and let the light from outside in.

"You guys stay here and hide, I'll deal with that old man!"

After saying that, he left, leaning on his wooden cane.

Ye Fan and Duan De retreated back into the depths of the cave, concealing their presence and remaining motionless.

Not long after, a whooshing sound came from outside.

The crimson rainbow light fell over the village, and the divine sense swept across the entire village like a tide, exploring every stone house and every corner.

Ye Fan hid in the cave and looked through the cracks in the rocks. He could see the old man hovering in mid-air, his aura surging, and his sinister eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

"Where are those two little bastards now?"

His voice was cold and sharp, carrying an undisguised murderous intent.

The village was deathly silent; no one answered.

The old man snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it, and a crimson light shot out, slamming into a stone house.

With a deafening roar, the stone house exploded instantly, sending debris flying everywhere. The people hiding inside screamed as they were blasted away.

"Will you tell or not?"

His voice was even colder.

Still, no one answered.

Ye Fan hid in the cave, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He could feel the old man's divine sense sweeping over the entire village again and again, leaving no inch of land untouched.

Suddenly, the divine thought stopped near the cave.

Ye Fan's heart tightened, and he held his breath.

The divine sense, like an invisible tentacle, swept back and forth around the cave, seemingly sensing something unusual.

Ye Fan could clearly feel the probing force sweeping over him, and the black net trembled slightly, as if it could be pierced at any moment.

He glanced at Duan De beside him.

Duan De was wearing a stone robe, and his whole body looked like a dead object; he had even stopped breathing.

His divine sense swept across Duan De's outer layer of stone without lingering, passing right through it.

Ye Fan took a deep breath to suppress the tension in his heart.

The divine thought lingered on him for a moment before slowly moving away.

The old man hovered in mid-air, his brows furrowed.

Just then, Old Man Zhang, who was leaning on a wooden cane, came out.

"Master, those two young men ran towards Purple Mountain."

Pointing towards Purple Mountain, Old Master Zhang said calmly, "Our village is too small to withstand the Immortal Master's torment. We beg the Immortal Master to show mercy!"

"Purple Mountain?"

The old man frowned, his gaze fixed on the purplish-brown mountain in the distance, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, he snorted coldly, withdrew his gaze, and swept it across the entire village once more.

"You guys know what's good for you."

He flashed and transformed into a crimson rainbow, shooting towards the direction of Purple Mountain.

Ye Fan watched the rainbow light disappear into the distance and let out a long breath.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

He and Duan De emerged from the cave and bowed respectfully to the old man.

Master Zhang waved his hand and sighed, "No need to thank me, you should hurry up and leave. That Purple Mountain is no good place; nine out of ten people who go in never come out. That immortal master has gone after you. If you're smart, run in the opposite direction."

Ye Fan remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Grandpa, we still need to go to Zishan!"

Master Zhang was stunned, looking at him as if he were a madman.

"Are you crazy? I just said that place is a death sentence; very few people who go in come out alive!"

"I know."

Ye Fan nodded, his gaze resolute. "But that's precisely why we have to go. That old guy has been chasing us for three days and three nights, clearly intending to kill us. If he catches up, we're doomed."

"But if we go into Zishan, at least there's still a glimmer of hope!"

Fifth Master Shi stared at him for a long time before finally sighing.

Ye Shi and Duan De left Pi Village and headed towards Zishan.

That mountain was extremely conspicuous; its majestic outline could be seen from a great distance.

Only when he got closer could the beggar truly see what it looked like.

The entire mountain is purplish-brown, and under the sunlight it gleams with a dim purplish-gold light, heavy and solemn, as if it were made from a huge purplish-gold millstone.

The mountain is extremely steep, almost vertical, reaching a height of four thousand meters, making it impossible for scholars to climb.

Ye Shi walked around the foot of the mountain for a while, then suddenly stopped.

There are many knife marks and sword holes on the rock face, densely packed and covering the entire mountainside.

Most of those traces have been weathered away, and the edges have been worn away so badly that they are almost invisible unless you look closely.

Ye Shijing drew a line on the stone wall with his finger, and felt a sharp pain in his fingertip.

"So hard?"

He was somewhat surprised; this purple rock was extremely hard, comparable to refined iron.

He scratched the stone wall several times, but didn't even leave a white mark.

Ye Shi gasped.

On such a solid mountain, the marks on it have been almost completely weathered away. When exactly were these knife marks and sword holes left?

There's simply no room to spare.

He continued walking along the foot of the mountain, becoming increasingly alarmed by what he saw.

Not only are there knife marks on the rock walls at the foot of the mountain, but the holes pierced by weapons are all over the mountain, extending all the way to the mountainside.

Once you reach the halfway point, the purple mountain becomes even steeper, rising straight up and down like a giant sword stuck in the ground, exuding a majestic aura.

Ye Shi stopped and stared at some marks on the mountain wall, his expression becoming serious.

In addition to the marks left by various weapons, there are also many palm prints and finger holes.

Those palm prints penetrated several inches into the mountain, and the finger holes were even deeper and more unfathomable. The edges were also severely weathered, blurry, and barely discernible.

"These must be traces left from before the ancient times, otherwise, it would be impossible for such a hard purple stone to have such traces almost completely erased."

Ye Shi muttered something to himself and continued flying upwards.

The mountaintop was bare, with nothing on it.

He stood on the mountaintop, gazing into the distance.

On the distant horizon, the outlines of nine mountain ranges can be faintly seen, extending from all directions like nine giant dragons crawling on the earth.

And the Purple Mountain beneath our feet is located at the center of nine mountain ridges.

Ye Shi looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know much about mountains and landforms and couldn't see anything special about it. In the end, he just turned his attention back to Zishan itself.

The morning glow casts its light on the mountain, making the entire mountain appear even more majestic.

Just then, Duan De caught up from behind and landed panting beside Ye Shi.

"Hey kid, what are you looking at?"

Ye Shi pointed to the nine mountain ridges, then to the Purple Mountain beneath his feet.

"Fatty, look at this terrain. Nine mountain ridges extend from all directions, all pointing towards this Purple Mountain. Could this be some kind of legendary feng shui formation?"

Duan De squinted at it, his fat face jiggling.

"Although I have raided countless tombs and have some knowledge of feng shui, I really can't tell the difference in this kind of terrain."

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He paused, then suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned somewhat strange.

"But kid, if you really want to go in, I have to warn you—without the Source Book, anyone who goes in will die!"

Ye Shi frowned: "The Source Book?"

"That's right."

Duan De nodded, his tone unusually serious, "The legend of Zishan is related to the Great Emperor Wushi, but it was the lineage of Yuanhao Master that truly made it a forbidden place."

"It is said that the master of the Yuanhao style died in this mountain in his later years, leaving behind the book of Yuanhao. That is why later masters of the Yuanhao style kept coming to study there."

"The problem is, the area around Purple Mountain is filled with restrictions set up by the Source Masters. These restrictions are related to Source Arts; anyone who doesn't understand Source Arts will die if they touch them. Even if someone understands Source Arts, without the guidance of the Source Book, their chances of survival are slim!"

He looked at Ye Shi, his gaze becoming somewhat subtle.

"So, kid, do you have the Source Book?"

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