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

Chapter 122 Not for becoming an immortal, but only to wait for your return in the mortal world!

The night was dark.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged on a huge rock outside the stone village, deep in thought.

"Zishan is surrounded by nine mountain ridges, resembling nine dragons surrounding a pearl. To enter Zishan, one must delve deep into the nine dragon veins, proceed underground, and then dissect the mountain from the ground to enter its interior."

Ye Fan looked up and gazed into the distance.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and a new day was about to begin.

The nine mountain ranges, appearing and disappearing in the morning light, stretched from all directions, all pointing towards the purplish-brown giant mountain in the center.

Nine dragons arching over a pearl.

That's quite a grand gesture.

He stood up, about to wake Duan De, when suddenly a thought struck him, and his gaze fell into the distance.

On the horizon, a crimson rainbow was moving rapidly. Although it was still far away, it was clearly heading towards Shizhai.

The old man is still searching for them.

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the stone village.

Duan De was dozing off against the stone wall when he was kicked awake.

"They're gone, that old guy's here again!"

Duan De jumped up in a flash, grabbed his fishing rod without saying a word, and ran outside with Ye Fan.

The two had barely left the stone village when the crimson rainbow appeared on the horizon, shooting rapidly in their direction.

Ye Fan glanced back, took a deep breath, and quickened his pace.

The two of them sped off towards Purple Mountain like two streaks of light.

Before long, the giant purple mountain appeared on the horizon.

The morning light shines on the mountain, giving it a faint purplish-gold glow, making it appear heavy and solemn, like a sleeping giant lying prostrate on the earth.

Ye Fan landed on the nearest mountain ridge.

The mountain ridge was bare, reddish-brown, devoid of vegetation, and tinged with purple, resembling that purple mountain.

He stood on the mountain ridge, gazing at the approaching crimson rainbow in the distance, then looked down at the mountain ridge below and took a deep breath.

"Let's go inside!"

The two figures flashed and disappeared into the depths of the mountains.

A moment later, the crimson rainbow light fell on the mountain ridge.

A gaunt old man appeared, his aura surging, his sinister eyes fixed on the depths of the mountains.

"Those two little bastards certainly know how to pick a spot!"

He snorted coldly, but did not rush in. Instead, he stood on the edge of the mountain ridge, his divine sense surging out like a tide, trying to lock onto the two auras.

But soon, he frowned.

The two auras disappeared completely shortly after entering the mountain range, as if they had merged into the mountain range and could no longer be sensed.

The old man stood at the edge of the mountain for a long time, then finally snorted coldly and turned to leave.

But he didn't go far. Instead, he circled around Purple Mountain, his divine sense sweeping over it again and again, like a net covering the sky, blocking every possible exit.

"Kid, which way do we go?"

Duan De asked in a low voice.

Ye Fan took out the ancient jade and carefully examined the mountain and ridge map on it. He then looked up at the nine winding mountain ranges and finally focused his gaze on the most majestic dragon vein in the due east direction.

"Master Zhang said that this was the path our ancestor took a thousand years ago. Since he was able to get in, it means that this path was at least passable back then."

Duan De nodded and didn't say anything more.

The two continued along the mountain ridge and soon discovered an abandoned ancient mine.

The mine entrance had long been buried by rubble, leaving only a depression about ten feet wide, which was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

Ye Fan took out the stone armor and put it on.

The stone pieces collided with each other, making a slight rattling sound, but once the garment was put on, the body's aura was completely sealed, with not a single drop leaking out.

Duan De was covered by the black net, and his whole body merged with the surrounding void. Even Ye Fan could only vaguely sense his presence.

"Walk!"

With the star chart on his back, the stone knife in his hand, and the stone pendant hanging from his arm, Ye Fan silently drifted down into the ancient mine.

The ancient mine was extremely deep; it fell a full three thousand meters before reaching the bottom.

It was pitch black all around, and the silence was unsettling.

This is an ancient mine that was excavated hundreds of thousands of years ago, filled with the aura of time. The coldness accumulated over countless years can be felt even when wearing stone clothing.

Ye Fan did not use his divine power, but simply walked forward step by step, carefully sensing everything around him.

After walking several miles, they suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings ahead.

A humanoid creature rushed out of the darkness, about two meters tall, with a wingspan of four meters. Its claws were sharp as knives, gleaming coldly, and it aimed straight for Ye Fan's throat.

Ye Fan remained calm, raised the stone knife in his hand, and thrust it forward.

With a clang, the two sharp claws struck the stone knife, sending sparks flying.

Ye Fan was certain in his heart—although this thing was humanoid, it was much weaker than he had imagined, with a strength only around the level of the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm.

He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.

Golden energy surged from his palm, pressing down like a mountain.

The humanoid creature screamed in agony as it was instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist, without even a chance to struggle.

"A race from ancient times?"

Duan De emerged from behind, somewhat surprised, "This is too weak!"

Ye Fan shook his head.

"They shouldn't be pure-blooded ancient race members. They might be descendants of those powerful figures from back then, or gatekeepers sealed here. It's been too long, and their bloodline has long since become diluted."

Without delay, the two continued on their way.

After venturing more than ten miles deeper, they encountered a major problem: hundreds of demonic bats surged out of the darkness, densely packed and overwhelming.

These demonic bats were much weaker than the previous humanoid creature, but their numbers were too great to kill them all.

Ye Fan showed no mercy, his golden blood energy surging out like a tide, each strike turning more than a dozen demonic bats into blood mist.

Duan De wasn't idle either. He kept swinging his fishing rod, and the demonic bats that were caught were casually thrown into Ye Fan's suppression, where they died instantly.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, hundreds of demonic bats were wiped out.

Ye Fan withdrew his qi and blood, glanced at the wreckage on the ground, and frowned slightly.

"The fact that these things are guarding this place means there must be something important ahead."

The two continued on their way, at a leisurely pace, observing their surroundings as they went.

On the cave walls, they saw many stone carvings, all traces left by ancient people's knives and axes.

The design is simple, recording various scenes from the digging for the source back then.

Miners toiled under the scorching sun, overseers wielded whips, and others loaded the excavated Originium onto trucks and hauled it away.

Ye Fan read it very carefully and didn't find it boring at all.

Among these stone carvings, some scenes are particularly eye-catching.

A group of ancient races with different appearances were sealed in divine sources. These divine sources were displayed one by one deep in the mine. The faces of each ancient race were lifelike, as if they had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Further ahead, a person appears in the scene.

The person was surrounded by auspicious light, obscuring their features and making it impossible to determine whether they were male or female.

But above that person's head was carved a large character – "Emperor".

Even though it's just a stone carving, the character "帝" (Emperor) exudes an aura of supreme power, dominating heaven and earth, making people want to worship it.

The Great Emperor Wushi!

Ye Fan stared at that word for a long time, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

Who exactly was that great emperor back then?

He continued reading.

The next scene is a battle.

The emperor held a bell, and even from the scene, one could feel the bell's power, as if it could suppress all the heavens throughout the ages. He then suppressed all the ancient races sealed within the divine source.

The battle ended quickly, so quickly that the ancient races didn't even have time to resist.

As Ye Fan looked at those images, he suddenly recalled the powerful immortal ship that had descended a few days ago.

The ship did the same, directly venturing into the depths of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation, dragging the four supreme beings away from their slumbering place, like fishing up four big fish.

How similar are those methods to the suppression by the emperor in the picture?

He thought of Uncle Li again.

The elder who always sat lazily fishing by the river also held a green bamboo pole in his hand.

His seemingly casual actions and cryptic words now seem anything but simple.

Ye Fan shook his head, not wanting to think about it any further.

After walking over a hundred meters, the stone carving finally disappeared.

The previous scene seemed to have ended there, and no trace was left on the rock wall.

Just as the two were about to continue forward, Duan De suddenly let out a soft "Eh."

"What's wrong?"

Ye Fan turned around and saw Duan De staring at the fishing rod in his hand, a strange look on his fat face.

"It looks like this rod has snagged something."

Duan De shook his fishing rod, the transparent fishing line appearing and disappearing in the darkness, the other end hanging taut in the direction of the stone carvings.

Ye Fan frowned: "Did you just cast the rod?"

"No."

Duan De also looked bewildered. "I just casually waved it when I passed by, and who knew the hook would drift in that direction on its own, as if it were being pulled by something."

He tried to pull on it, but the fishing line didn't budge.

Ye Fan walked up to the stone carvings and examined them carefully.

The rock face was still a rock face, and the carvings were still carvings; there was nothing unusual about it.

But the fishing line did indeed sink into it, as if it had pierced through the stone wall and stretched towards another unknown place.

"What's down there?"

Ye Fan reached out and touched the rock wall. It was cold to the touch, as hard as iron, and no different from the surrounding stones.

Duan De tugged again, and this time the fishing line moved.

But it wasn't the hook that moved; instead, the entire fishing line began to vibrate slightly.

The tremor was extremely slight, yet it carried a strange rhythm, as if it had touched something extraordinary.

when!

A very faint chime came from the deepest part of the ancient mine.

The voice was so soft, almost like an illusion, but Ye Fan and Duan De were both stunned.

The two looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.

"You heard that sound too?"

Duan De lowered his voice, his fat face trembling.

Ye Fan didn't speak, but just stared at the taut fishing line, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

Although the bell's sound was faint, its resonance and the imposing aura that seemed to suppress all the heavens throughout the ages were remarkably similar to the bell he had just seen in the stone carving.

"It's the bell from the mural!"

Ye Fan murmured.

"It is the Beginningless Bell!"

Upon hearing this, Duan De's eyes widened immediately. "This bell seems to be responding to something. Do you think this really is the mausoleum of the Great Emperor Wushi?"

His voice was even lower, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

The Great Emperor Wushi!

That was one of the most powerful emperors throughout history, and the legendary Wushi Zhong was even more awe-inspiring throughout the heavens and the earth.

If this is truly his mausoleum, how many treasures must be inside?

Seeing Ye Fan deep in thought, Duan De's eyes darted around, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

He cleared his throat, adopting a mysterious air: "Boy, do you know that the life of the Great Emperor Wushi can be described in one sentence?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, squinted his eyes, and spoke in a very low voice with a hint of arrogance: "Upon seeing the Beginningless Dao, all is vanity!"

Ye Fan's heart stirred, and he glanced at him, saying, "Turning your back to all living beings, facing the road ahead alone!"

Duan De's smug expression vanished instantly.

His eyes widened: "Holy crap, you even know that?"

Ye Fan nodded. "Of course, Uncle Li told me that before!"

"what?"

Duan De leaned closer, his small eyes sparkling with curiosity. "In that case, did that senior mention any other emperors' lives?"

"He's said it too much."

Ye Fan recalled the casual remarks Uncle Li made when he was a child, while fishing by the river.

"He said, the Void Emperor spent his life in battle, born in the void, and buried in the void!"

"Anything else?"

"Emperor Hengyu, in turbulent times, quelled the darkness; the light of the Hengyu Furnace shines through eternity!"

"There was one who sat atop the nine heavens, suppressed the ten earths, and fished alone across the heavens with a single fishing rod!"

Duan De's body trembled, and he blurted out: "Fishing Emperor! Holy crap, so my Fishing Sect's founder was also a human emperor!"

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Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

He sat atop the nine heavens, suppressed the ten earths, and alone, with a single fishing rod, fished across the heavens.

After experiencing so much, he suddenly felt that these words sounded a bit strange.

It looks exactly like how Uncle Li described himself!

Could it be that Uncle Li's true identity is the Great Emperor?

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Ye Fan found it absurd, shook his head, and quickly dismissed the idea.

"Oh, and there was another great emperor who, with a mortal body, reached the pinnacle, astonishing the past and present. With a single thought, a flower bloomed, and he reigned supreme over the world!"

He paused, but another sentence that Uncle Li had once said came to mind.

A sentence that didn't resonate with me at the time, but now feels strangely clear.

"Not for immortality, but only to wait for your return in the mortal world~~"

Ye Fan blurted it out.

He himself didn't know why he said that.

These words clearly had nothing to do with the atmosphere at hand, but they just came out of my mouth, as if I was being pulled by something and had to say them.

The voice just fell.

As if some kind of connection and connection had been formed in the dark, Ye Fan felt his scalp tingle and his golden blood surge within his body.

when!!

Another bell rang.

This time it was much clearer than before. Although it was still far away, the aura that suppressed all the heavens was faintly revealed, causing the two of them to be greatly shaken.

Duan De's face turned deathly pale.

He quickly covered Ye Fan's mouth, lowering his voice and urgently saying, "Kid, shut up! Stop reading!"

Ye Fan was almost unable to breathe because of his suffocation. She forcefully pried his hands off and glared at him.

"I----"

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Duan De's fat face twitched, and his voice changed tone: "I feel something is wrong with this place, something is very wrong. The bell just now was clearly responding to you."

"What on earth were you muttering about, you little brat?"

Ye Fan shook his head; he couldn't explain it either.

The fishing line was still trembling slightly, the trembling had lessened considerably, but it hadn't completely stopped, as if the bell ringing earlier was just some kind of unconscious response, and it was still waiting for something.

The two stood there, neither daring to speak again.

After a long while, the trembling of the fishing line finally subsided completely.

Duan De carefully reeled in his fishing rod, and strangely enough, this time it came back with just a gentle pull, as if the thing he had just hooked had disappeared.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Duan De urged, his voice extremely low, "This place is eerie; we shouldn't go near it."

Ye Fan nodded, and the two quickened their pace, heading deeper into the ancient mine.