I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 185 - 98: Borrowing 1 Primordial Pill From Grandfather Xie Qiaoxuan to Break Through My Jixia Vajra Body!

Wutong Prefecture, Black Mountain City, located in the northwest of Great Zhao.

Separated by the Endless Celestial Abyss, it is only a short detour from the expelled Demon Paradise known as the 'Northwest Wilderness.'

Above this abyss, even those who have reached the fourth step and can manipulate their essence, energy, and spirit, cannot cross.

So, even though the distance is extremely close.

But in fact, Black Mountain, apart from a few rogue practitioners popping out from hidden corners and the Demon Cave, has never seen any world-shattering Great Demons.

Everyone knows that inside the 'Black Mountain Celestial Abyss,' secrets are hidden.

After all, outside Black Mountain, the 'Bronze Hall' hidden among the abyss and faintly visible through layers of mist, has already declared this fact.

But since ancient times.

Apart from decades ago when a person named 'Song Chai Xin' once caused an anomaly in the abyss, thus falling into that 'Bronze Hall,' even causing a temporary path to rise from the Endless Abyss, connecting 'Great Zhao' and the 'Northwest Wilderness'!

Decades have passed, and no one has been able to cause an anomaly in the abyss since then.

Back then.

Because of the person buried in the abyss.

Many figures from great inheritances once journeyed across thousands of mountains and rivers, spanning several states, wandering and probing here, but all were fruitless.

As time passed, there have been people who refused to give up, staying for several or even ten years, wanting to see if that person was truly dead, completely dead, or faked their death and escaped, obtaining the inheritance inside and soaring to great heights.

But the most difficult thing to erode away is time.

Decades have passed.

How many decades does a Martial Artist have in a lifetime?

It is said that Yunluan Sword Master Ruan Xiuxiu sat in front of the abyss for thirty years, until she stepped into the fourth step, she was completely heartbroken, leaving a maxim at the Daoist School, and then completely left Black Mountain City.

Even the Yunluan Sword Master, who had been inseparable with Song Chai Xin, sharing life and death experiences along with others, gave up; how long could those who coveted or harbored animosity remain? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Thus, gradually.

Apart from placing a few merchants, gangs, or even domestic Martial Arts Halls in Black Mountain as 'secret sentries.'

There was no longer anyone above the third step guarding this remote area with meager resources like Black Mountain City.

Especially since the 'Second Disturbance' in Baoping State, all eyes have focused on battles among True Masters, such as the Master of Great Snow Mountain suppressing Yunluan, Xuanqing Demon Monarch attacking Wutong, and at medium to large battlefield sites.

Some elders, large sects, noble families in Baoping State, and those openly or secretly watching.

All silently observed whether anyone in Great Zhao Divine Capital was willing to go against the consensus and lead a titled Divine Army left over from the era of the Great Demon Hunter Master, attack the northwest, and suppress the chaos.

It seems this Celestial Abyss...

Has not been paid attention to for a long time.

But no one expected!

At this 'forgotten' moment in time!

Black Mountain Celestial Abyss, trembled!

The ancient and mottled 'Bronze Hall,' vaguely taking shape!

As if in less than a month, it will truly appear...

By then, people might have a chance to tread the abyss, step into it!

Even if they can't glimpse the secrets behind this mysterious abyss.

Just being able to find the 'remains' of that person from the past is already a great fortune, enough to be the foundation of a 'Dao Lineage,' and more importantly...

That person possesses the fundamental 'Dao Qi' inheritance of the Great Demon Hunter Master.

The Great Demon Hunter Master left several inheritance treasure sites.

In those places, there are traces of his auras, or perhaps teachings.

And if it is similar to the foundation of the Great Demon Hunter Master.

Then the probability of receiving gifts in those inheritance treasure sites naturally surpasses others!

Because that would mean, you hold the 'key.'

...

Black Mountain City, Xie Mansion!

Seeing Jixia before him.

Along with his great-granddaughter Xie Wutong, who was dumbfounded, with beads of sweat not yet wiped from her forehead.

Xie Qiaoxuan, holding in his large sleeve a letter personally written by Jixia for him, felt the heart that had been hanging high since leaving Wutong Prefecture suddenly settle down.

Originally, there was only a fifty percent certainty.

But upon seeing the 'living' person.

Xie Qiaoxuan was now completely sure.

This is the person he wanted to meet.

There was nothing special in the letter.

It was merely someone named 'Jixia' borrowing Tantai Yao's name to write to him about 'Song Chai Xin.'

But...

Under this heaven.

Only he could understand its essence.

Every stroke of the character, he had once personally taught, 'seeing the words as seeing the person,' a Martial Artist at a profound level, their fist intent, sword marks, could last decades or even centuries.

If they carved some significant words for posterity to admire the 'style,' to create a heritage site.

It is unknown how many would bow to it.

If at this moment the letters were ugly, then the elder's high realm would be severely discounted.

Why do so many high-level Martial Artists, whenever they 'carve words and erect monuments,' no matter if carved with knife or chisel, the characters usually showcase elegance?

Because those with ugly handwriting left 'intent but not shape.'

This is the principle he taught to Song Chai Xin, who was of Half-Demon origin and not yet enlightened.

Their eyes met, and even though they had never met in this world.

Yet it felt as if they were like a grandfather and grandson who had spent years, even over a decade together.

Making Xie Wutong stare with wide eyes, as Xie Qiaoxuan tapped her shoulder, motioning to Jixia, and then himself, feeling a white mist surge to her forehead, her small face flushing red:

"Elder Ancestor, are you joking?"

Her face was full of incredulity.

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