Chapter 66: Yang Grave and Yin Tomb

  Ye Fan didn't have a deep understanding of the "Dao Pattern", he had only heard Wu Qingfeng's elder briefly mention it, truly powerful weapons all have the "Dao Pattern" engraved within them, it can be said to be the soul and life of the weapon.

  Of course, "Dao pattern" is not limited to this. Its application on weapons is only one aspect, and it has endless uses in various fields. For example: It can be engraved on the veins of mountains and rivers, forming various kinds of "momentum", condensing out strange powers, making that region a mysterious "domain".

  The profound "Dao pattern" is extraordinary, possessing unpredictable and mysterious power. After being imprinted, it can change the properties and structure of all things, regulating life and death. Furthermore, some divine "Dao patterns" can influence the flow of time within a certain range after being laid down, truly achieving "capturing time in an instant".

  There are also some mysterious "Dao patterns" that can only be engraved on rare materials, and after precise arrangement, if they can be provided with powerful divine power, they can penetrate the sky and earth, cross the void, and appear in another place in an instant.

  There are also intricate and complex "Dao patterns" that can condense into "Tian Shi", possessing unimaginable changes and power.

  Of course, many powerful "Dao patterns" are not passed down through the ages, and are all in the hands of sacred places and ancient aristocratic families, secretly and not publicly known what kind of power they possess, only having fragmented rumors.

  In fact, "Tao Tie" is profound and covers a wide range of aspects. It is said that "Tao Tie" was created by the ancient wise men who gained inspiration from nature and then carved it out, passing it down through generations to form the modern "Tao Tie".

  Ordinary cultivators can't even touch this field, only when their strength reaches a certain level can they cultivate "Dao patterns", because in a sense, "Dao patterns" are the "inspired carvings" of the great powers of ancient times. The stronger the cultivator, the more they like to study the "Dao patterns" that have been passed down through the ages.

  The mysterious green bronze surface does not have "Dao patterns", only at the broken mouth, dense and intricate, complex and unpredictable, profound and incomprehensible, can't be understood by people. Although it is mysterious and subtle, it has a natural and Taoist flavor that touches people deeply at first sight.

  "It's just like something born naturally..." Ye Fan muttered to himself. Old Man Wu Qingfeng had once said that some heavy treasures have a natural "Dao pattern" inside, which is not something that can be forged by humans, and it's what makes them fundamentally strong and unique, impossible to replicate.

  "Could it be that this is truly an innate Dao pattern......" Ye Fan couldn't confirm, he didn't understand much about Dao patterns, and only had a sense of doubt.

  Suddenly, Ye Fan felt a strange wave of fluctuations. He found that the road ahead was cut off, hazy and unclear to the end, with eerie fog swirling in front of him.

  At the same time, he heard the earth-shaking roar of the green jiao, and a big man from the ancient aristocratic family of Ji, riding in a golden ancient war chariot, rushed past, with an aura of killing that swept across the mountains.

  "Seal off the ruins, no one is allowed to leave!" Ji Jiao pulled out his carriage and blocked the path ahead. The big shots of the Ji family carved endless Taoist symbols on the mountain veins, cutting off all paths forward.

  In another direction, a nine-headed Qilin beast pulled a jade chariot, riding the clouds and fog, with divine power overwhelming the sky, blocking off the east. At the same time, similar shouts came from several other directions, as several big shots sealed off the ruins, not allowing anyone to leave.

  Ye Fan was shocked in his heart, feeling that something was wrong. He hastily stopped and no longer operated the mysterious method recorded in the Taoist scriptures. The golden bitter sea returned to calmness and then disappeared.

  The ruins suddenly burst into a commotion, and many monks didn't know what had happened, thinking that several big shots were about to start a massacre.

  "What happened?"

  "Why don't you let us leave?"

  Many scattered cultivators were uneasy in their hearts, only those big sect cultivators seemed calm and composed, without showing any signs of panic.

  "The Eastern Barbarian's treasure has yet to appear, several big shots are getting anxious!"

  "That's right, blocking the way is for fear of people taking treasures away."

  "These five big shots can't find the treasure of the Donghu people, is it possible for others to get it?"

  ……

  Many monks were in an uproar when they learned that the place was sealed for the treasure of the Donghuang people, and most of them felt at ease, as they had never held much hope for the treasure anyway.

  Five powerful figures inscribed Dao patterns on the mountain veins, sealing off all directions, and then returned to the place where the Demon Emperor's tomb collapsed, starting their search anew.

  "How could the treasure of our Donghuang tribe be so silent and uneventful? After the collapse of the Demon Emperor's tomb, it should have burst forth with earth-shaking momentum."

  Five big men whispered, they didn't whisper, and there was no need to cover up.

  "Where is the desolate tower after all? Why doesn't it reveal itself..."

  "It's been missing for tens of thousands of years, the desolate tower should have reappeared in the world, why is it nowhere to be seen."

  In the distance, many monks were sternly waiting, and several big shots obviously had to get it. If they couldn't find this treasure, they really didn't know when to seal it.

  Ye Fan was shocked in his heart, and it wasn't until now that he knew the treasure of the Donghuang people was called "Huangta", just hearing the name made one feel extraordinary.

  Many masters of various sects are discussing and talking about the past of this treasure.

  "It is said that the desolate tower has existed for endless years, but from which era it was passed down, no one knows."

  "It is said that together with Donghuang, in this vast and boundless land, when life first appeared, the Tower of Desolation already existed."

  "What does the Wild Tower look like?" Many cultivators didn't know much about it.

  "As its name suggests, it is the tower itself. The Nine-Storeyed Tower has an overwhelming and boundless power that can suppress all strong beings in the world for eternity!"

  "Is it that scary?"

  "Even if you are invincible and look down on the Eastern Wastes, you can't stop the suppression of the Wilds Tower. Otherwise, why would it be called the treasure of the Eastern Wastes people?"

  "Since ancient times, countless powerful generations have fallen under the desolate tower, and no one can withstand its oppression."

  The path ahead was blocked, and Ye Fan couldn't leave. He returned to the depths of the ruins once again, where he overheard the discussions among those cultivators. His heart skipped a beat as he felt an intense longing; the desolate tower was so against the heavens that it truly stirred one's emotions.

  Just then, the wicked Taoist Duan De appeared, rushing quickly towards Ye Fan's location, his entire body almost burning up, his speed reaching an extreme, in an instant he arrived before their eyes, his face full of excitement, saying: "Where is that scrap copper?"

  "It's been thrown into the water."

  "What?!". The wicked Taoist's face was full of shock, and then extremely anxious, grabbing Ye Fan's shoulders, shaking him hard, saying: "Which water pool, quickly take me there."

  Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat, could it be that this green bronze had some origin? At first, he thought it might have something to do with the Eastern Wastes' treasure, but when he learned that the tower was a nine-story tower, he immediately understood that the green bronze couldn't possibly be the treasure of the Eastern Wastes people, and had nothing to do with the tower.

  "The ruins are so vast, with dense forests and mountain peaks everywhere. I've turned around so many times that I've forgotten which places I've been to."

  "No way, you must remember!" The wicked Taoist's face was somewhat terrifying, his eyes were already congested with blood, and he grabbed Ye Fan without letting go.

  "Isn't it just a piece of scrap copper? You looked at it repeatedly for a whole minute, but in the end you threw it on the ground. How come you want to look for it now? What's the origin of that worthless copper?"

  "You won't understand even if I tell you, just hurry up and find it for me!" The unscrupulous Taoist priest was not smiling, extremely serious at the moment, and dragged Ye Fan away.

  Ye Fan's heart was clear, it seemed that the mysterious green copper was indeed extraordinary and extremely important.

  "Infinite Heavenly Lord, I'm so poor, something that's already in my hands, and I've thrown it away..." The fat Taoist priest's face turned iron-green with regret and remorse, a stark contrast to his smiling appearance not long ago.

  Ye Fan's heart was chilled, feeling that this unscrupulous Taoist now had a murderous impulse, he didn't want to crash onto the knife tip, and honestly walked forward.

  "Little friend, you must think carefully. If you can find that piece of green copper, I'll give you whatever you want!" The fat Taoist's face was serious and solemn as he warned, "You must recall it clearly."

  "What on earth is that thing?"

  "Don't ask anymore, if you ask again, I'll go crazy!" The fat Taoist slapped his right hand heavily and said, "How could I be so muddled? A lifetime of treasure hunting, and in the end, it's like this - having eyes but no pearls." It can be seen that he is extremely self-reproachful, without any pretence, and hates to cut off his own hand.

  "We parted ways here, and then I saw you running far away..." The fat Taoist brought Ye Fan to the mountain peak where they had parted ways.

  "Yes, it's here. Let me think which places I've been to..." Ye Fan walked down the mountain at a steady pace, with Wuliang Daoshi closely following behind, not urging him on, letting him slowly recall his memories.

  Ye Fan walked very slowly, thinking about how to get rid of the fat Taoist. Unconsciously, the two of them had crossed three mountain ridges, and just as they were climbing up the fourth ridge, Ye Fan's face lit up with joy, saying: "It's here."

  Looking in the direction of his finger, the fat Taoist's face suddenly turned ugly. On this mountain ridge, there was a dark and deep pool, as quiet as a stone, without a single ripple, emitting waves of chilling air that made people's hearts palpitate.

  "Don't tell me you threw the scrap copper into this deep pool!" The fat Taoist's eyes shot out an eerie glow, instantly making Ye Fan's mind dazed for a moment. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and his opponent seemed to be seeing through his heart.

  At this moment, Ye Fan felt a wave of tension, hastily concentrated his mind, and tried to conjure up an image. He stood by the edge of the black pool and threw a piece of scrap copper into it.

  The fat Taoist's eyes returned to normal, gritting his teeth and saying: "You this prodigal son, I... can't wait to throw you in!"

  "Isn't it just a piece of scrap copper?" Ye Fan said with an air of nonchalance.

  Splashing sound

  The fat Taoist directly plunged into the deep pool, and at first there was still a divine light flashing underwater, but soon after it became dark and dim. The dark and mysterious deep pool gradually returned to calmness.

  Ye Fan waited for a full two quarters of an hour, but didn't see the wicked Taoist come up, and muttered to himself: "This depraved fat man should be getting his retribution down there, shouldn't he?"

  Another moment passed, and the water's surface made a slight splashing sound. The fat Taoist priest was covered in a thick layer of black ice, like an ice sculpture, and burst out of the water.

  Bang

  The black mysterious ice inside had been flashing with a brilliant light for dozens of breaths, before the evil Daoist finally broke through the thick ice with his divine light, causing a large chunk of ice to fall off, and at this moment, his face was purple, his lips trembling.

  "Without a good day, the Taoist master has frozen to death." His whole body was trembling, and his teeth were chattering. His body kept emitting divine light, driving away the cold air. One could see waves of black mist emerging from his body, instantly freezing the surrounding vegetation, which then turned into powder in an instant.

  In the distance, Ye Fan took a deep breath of cool air. He chose this Black Pool simply because he thought it was deep enough, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying. The falling ice had frozen everything within a radius of ten meters, and many rocks had already cracked open. Even from afar, Ye Fan could feel a chill run down his spine.

  "Didn't Daozhang catch anything?"

  "I dived down thousands of meters, and halfway through, I saw a broken stele with the words 'Mingtan' engraved on it. It was bottomless, and I had no idea how deep this dark pool actually was!"

  "Dao Zhang you started doing what threw away, now regret it..."

  "Shut up!"

  Seeing the fat Taoist's flustered appearance, Ye Fan almost burst out laughing. He felt a great sense of relief in his heart, but on his face, he revealed an extremely tense expression and said: "Could it really be a treasure?"

  The fat Taoist priest's face turned iron-green with rage as he paced back and forth, furiously exclaiming: "I have nothing to say to you!"

  Ye Fan walked to one side, picked two wild fruits and started eating them with relish.

  The fat Taoist saw that he didn't care at all, and still had the mood to eat wild fruit. His anger couldn't be held back, and with a sinking face, he said: "You're the biggest good-for-nothing under heaven! You actually threw it into the deep pool! I... hate to kill you!"

  "Master Dao, you were the one who threw it away yourself, how come now you're blaming me for it? You didn't think much of it at first either, did you?"

  "I... I hate it!" The wicked Taoist was so angry that he almost slapped himself, and then with a "plop" sound, he jumped back into the deep pool.

  This time, it was a good long while before the fat Taoist burst out of the water's surface, completely transformed into a large ice block, glossy and black, with a chilling aura that cut to the bone.

  Ye Fan retreated far away, and this time the wicked Taoist spent a whole minute before breaking out of the ice, his entire body was black and purple, all the pores on his body were spewing out black fog, a large area on the mountain ridge had frozen into black ice, withering all the grass and trees, and many rocks had cracked due to the frost.

  It was a long time before the wicked Taoist recovered, walking out of the icy area with a thud, sitting on the ground with a thump, muttering to himself: "I hate it..."

  Next to him, Ye Fan was secretly pleased, seeing this despicable fat man so disheartened, he felt extremely refreshed.

  Suddenly, the wicked Taoist seemed to remember something and jumped up in surprise. He looked at the distant active volcano and then glanced at the black cold pond in front of him, exclaiming: "I understand! The Demon Emperor has two tombs, one is a yang grave and the other is a yin tomb!"

  Ye Fan was startled and asked: "Daozhang, what are you talking about?"

  The fat Taoist ignored him and seriously started drawing on the ground, marking the active volcano and black pool, and then drew out the surrounding terrain in a certain proportion.

  "Infinite Heavenly Lord, indeed it is so! One yang and one yin, embracing the Taiji, the source of power buried in the heart of the Yang Tomb, the truly cold corpse buried in the Yin Grave." The face of the wicked Daoist changed unpredictably.