I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Jiangcheng Mountain is now not only located in the epicenter of the earthquake and extremely dangerous, but it also harbors indescribable monsters and possibly ancient evil gods.

No one would choose to go up the mountain now.

Moreover, they have already escaped, and there is no need for them to go back for a slim hope.

He has a wife and children, and lives a peaceful and warm life.

He had no reason to stand there trying to save everything.

But a certain intense emotion ignited in He Chong's chest.

In his youth, because he could see ghosts, he could always see unclean things, which led to him being ostracized, ridiculed, and bullied.

He Chong once asked his father why he was like this, and what the purpose of his eyes was.

His father only said it was a talent, a blessing, but He Chong didn't understand it at the time.

But later, after experiencing a lot and helping many people with those eyes, He Chong was finally able to understand.

A person's life has many moments.

Joyful, sorrowful, bitter, difficult, relaxing, and delightful.

But there are also moments when one feels a surge of emotion, a sense of self-worth, and a feeling that one is the only one who can truly be a part of this world.

Just as a general charging into battle hears a bugle call from behind, just as a weary doctor has just revived a dying patient, just as He Chong stands on Jiangcheng Mountain now.

This is a destined moment, a moment when fulfilling one's destiny becomes everything, as if the ancient, timeless skills of the nine schools of thought were designed to create miracles at this very moment.

The subtle connection between history and fate compelled He Chong to step forward. Although he knew it was impossible, He Chong still hoped that future generations would remember this moment and his choice.

A hand was placed on He Chong's shoulder.

Chapter 575 Our Choice

Turning around, He Chong saw Du Ming.

This popular singer, host, storyteller with a spacious courtyard, a beautiful wife, and a sensible son also understood He Chong's actions.

“My home is in Jiangcheng. If something happens here, my wife and children won’t be able to escape either. Rather than that, I’d rather stay here and take a gamble.”

Shi Buwen also stood up.

"In this situation, to let young people sacrifice themselves in exchange for my own survival, I am not the kind of person who is afraid of death. I have no desires and wants. These legs can only run for another two years. I might as well lend them to everyone now."

"Oh, why are you doing this to yourselves?"

Seventh Master felt a little anxious, but he saw that Tang Que had also raised his hand.

"Women are just as capable as men; what men can do, women can do too."

Tang Que seems to be joining in as well.

“My father once said that some things should not be left undone just because there is no hope, because sometimes, you yourself may be the hope itself.”

Upon hearing this, Blind Zhang nodded slightly.

"Gentlemen, it seems we are in complete agreement."

"Wait, I never said I'd go to my death with you guys! You...you guys, don't force me..."

Seventh Master called out, and he looked at the cliff.

"Since you're not leaving, I'll be going now. If you suffer any misfortune, I'll offer you two extra incense sticks during Qingming Festival as a token of my respect."

No one else stopped Seventh Master.

At this point, it's perfectly normal to either leave or stay.

Seventh Master cursed and started walking down the mountain along the side path, quickly disappearing into the bushes.

"In this world, with constant wars, we lowly people don't have any great skills to govern the country and bring peace to the world. When we encounter those with guns, we have to go around them."

"That's what Blind Zhang said."

"But there are some things that only we can do."

The group got into the car and drove up the road, soon returning to the location of the dilapidated temple.

Fang Geng's family has disappeared without a trace, and only a mountain path winds its way upwards.

It was getting hotter and hotter in the mountains, and everyone was sweating.

Shi Buwen carried the blind man Zhang on his back and ran swiftly up the mountain.

The others also climbed the steps.

Along the way, He Chong constantly used his Yin-Yang Eyes to observe the already disordered formation, avoiding illusions and dangers.

Occasionally, a stone that rolled down was smashed to pieces by Tang Que's punch, sending stones flying everywhere.

Du Ming muttered incantations, calming the plants and making the road smooth.

Finally, the group arrived at the cave entrance.

The barrier remained in place, preventing anyone from entering.

"Has it been found?"

Du Ming asked He Chong.

"There are three weaknesses here. With enough force, we might be able to break through them."

He Chong examined the three locations for a moment and then pointed to them.

Tang Que's arm swelled up; she was in charge of the highest position.

Shi Buwen picked up his pistol and aimed it at the center.

At this moment, the paper figure flew out, holding knives, spears, and halberds, and approached the bottom position.

The three exchanged a glance and exerted their strength simultaneously.

click-

A sound like something breaking was heard, and the three of them entered the cave at the same time.

The miasma and pollution instantly entered their lungs, causing the three to struggle in agony.

Du Ming suddenly spoke, reciting an ancient poem and asking about the will of Heaven. His voice reached the ears of the group, calming them down.

"There's a strong miasma here, we have to be careful."

Du Ming also started bleeding from his nose.

They ventured deeper into the cave and soon saw the skeleton sitting in the center.

"This is what Lu Ban was talking about..."

He Chong found it hard to believe; this was clearly the original Xuanjun.

"He just sat there and suppressed those evil gods?"

Tang Que also felt it was very strange that his ancestor was sitting right here, something that no medical science could explain.

"There are a few books here..."

Shi Buwen picked up the books.

They flipped through the book rapidly amidst the cave's tremors, ignoring the nausea and dizziness caused by reading, and one by one, nosebleeds and blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.

Finally, with He Chong's help, they found a way to become Xuanjun and strengthen the seal.

This method is also called "inviting the gods".

It means inviting the spirit of the Mysterious Lord who resides here to descend upon one's own body.

After invoking the spirit, one's body becomes connected to the formation here, and the formation is maintained by burning one's life force.

A person's lifespan is at most ten years, and sometimes as short as three or four years, before it is exhausted.

Of course, even if they die, their souls will be imprisoned back in Jiangcheng Mountain to continue providing fuel.

Once you become a Mystic Lord, your life and death are no longer in your own hands.

No one knows whether the souls of the dead suffer torment here.

But they all knew very well that being possessed by Xuanjun's spirit, dying, becoming fuel, and suppressing the evil god would be an enormous test of their will.

That's an experience no one would want to go through.

However, all those who became Xuanjun throughout history ultimately chose to inherit this position.

In fact, after they came in, they had the option to leave without taking anything.

Without the ritual, one will be slightly polluted and have a slightly shorter lifespan.

But everyone made their choice.

If this question were raised during casual conversation, perhaps most people, including He Chong himself, wouldn't choose to stay here.

But now, under these circumstances, they all know exactly what they should do.

"Everyone, although we may not have known each other before, we are all followers of the Nine Scripts, so we should be considered as one family."

Du Ming said.

"Today, here we hold this ceremony to become Xuanjun together. It can be said that we do not ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year."

He watched as Shi Buwen and the others finished setting up the ceremony, then took the gleaming knife handed to him and held it in his hand.

Blood seeped from his palm, and the crimson blood dripped onto the bones, where it surprisingly emitted a faint glow.

Several people dripped blood simultaneously, and some connection descended from the infinitely distant heavens, a veil obscuring them.

The tremors outside could no longer reach this place. He Chong opened his eyes and found himself in a void ocean. In front of him stood a person.

No, it wasn't just one person.

There were hundreds or thousands of people he didn't know at all.

But He Chong could also tell that some of the faces looked familiar, like Du Ming, Tang Que, Blind Zhang, and Shi Buwen.

The souls and will of the Jiuliu performers, who have performed the Jiuliu for thousands of years, have not dissipated but remain here.

Before the vast number of ancestors, stood a mature man.