Chapter 322 No One Cares About Anything

This represents that Heavenly Pillar Mountain is about to appear.

The old monsters who have been hiding for many years must all be waiting for this day.

No one wants to let others get ahead of them in ascending the Heavenly Pillar.

What if there is a limit on the number of people allowed to enter through the Heavenly Gate?

This is a question worth considering for everyone.

Meng Ao knows himself very well.

Having opened the three Divine Treasuries, he is already at the pinnacle of this world, but if he continues to stay in this world, even until old age, he might not be able to Cultivate Innate Fetal Respiration.

Even if he could, the end result would be to sit and die when his lifespan ends.

What is the pursuit of martial arts cultivation? Isn't it just longevity?

He believes others think the same!

In the distance, Yan Chu and the two others gradually approached.

Meng Ao forced himself to suppress his inner cursing and put on a smiling face to greet them.

He saw two stunning beauties accompanying Yan Chu, one on each side.

The one on the left was tall and slender, with fair, flawless skin and a cold expression, giving off a feeling of being thousands of miles away.

The one on the right looked slightly younger, wearing a yellow palace dress that perfectly showcased her beautiful figure. Her beauty was even more outstanding; even with Meng Ao's experience, he couldn't help but feel amazed.

Upon seeing this young woman, he could only think of one word: peerless beauty!

"Could she be someone from the beauties ranking list?"

This thought crossed his mind immediately.

However, this thought was fleeting and he put it aside.

No matter how alluring the beauties on the beauties ranking list were, for his Realm and cultivation, they were nothing but skeletal remains in disguise and fleeting clouds, completely incomparable to Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

Looking at the deep affection in the eyes of these two women toward Yan Chu, it was clear they were his women, so he couldn't possibly have any ideas.

"Sect Master Meng, have you been waiting long?"

Yan Chu apologized politely as soon as he arrived:

"I am now the Khan of Beiman, quite busy with official business. I have been rushing about day and night, so I was delayed on the road. You can understand, right?"

"Understand, understand! Completely understand!"

Although Meng Ao was cursing Yan Chu in his heart, he kept a smile on his face:

"It is reasonable and logical for the Khan to be busy with official business while governing the grassland."

Luo Jin and Princess Yunshu, listening to Yan Chu's straight-faced nonsense, felt their faces flush red.

Are you really busy with official business? I'm too embarrassed to point it out!

Clearly, he had very important things to do, yet he wouldn't let them go.

The two women were currently relying on the breath of Origin Qi Yan Chu had passed to them, otherwise, they might have collapsed to the ground.

After such a long time, I really don't know...

This lecher! He doesn't care about anything when doing that kind of thing!

Pah!

Luo Jin and Princess Yunshu both thought in their hearts, Pah!

Everyone present was a person of high cultivation.

Not to mention the two Heaven-Human beings, Luo and Han, even Prodigy of the Great Black Heaven Demonic Sect had advanced to Great Grandmaster under the intensive training within the Cult during this period.

Noticing the radiant and flirtatious changes in the expressions of Luo Jin and the two women, a thought occurred to everyone simultaneously.

Could it be that Yan Chu was delayed for so long because he was playing with women?

After all, his reputation for being lecherous was widely spread.

His reputation within the Great Jin Dynasty hadn't spread yet, but his great achievements within the Northern Mang palace had already spread among the major tribes of the grassland.

The Great Black Heavenly Demon Cult had also heard of it.

However, soon, the four of them shook their heads in their hearts.

Impossible!

Yan Chu was, after all, a nearly invincible powerhouse in the current world.

How important was the trip to Heavenly Pillar Mountain?

He would never be absurd to such an extent!

"Khan, let me introduce you to these people..."

Meng Ao smiled and was about to introduce his attendants to Yan Chu, but saw Yan Chu wave his hand:

"No need for introductions. We can talk on the road. Everyone is in a hurry, let's set off now!"

"Yes!"

Interrupted by Yan Chu, Meng Ao could only nod, more certain that Yan Chu was indeed delayed by arranging many affairs within Northern Mang.

The other three watched their Sect Master, a powerhouse at the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown level, nodding and bowing before Yan Chu, but dared not show any dissatisfaction.

Although they couldn't sense any aura from Yan Chu at all.

But the indescribable self-confidence in his every movement proved he didn't put them in his eyes at all.

And being able to change Northern Mang with his own power and kill an Incarnation of a god proved that Yan Chu's self-confidence was not arrogance, but sufficient confidence in his own strength.

Without further pleasantries, they headed towards the Great Jin Dynasty in the south.

Princess Yunshu felt a bit excited.

Having left the capital for so long, she was finally going back.

She was also eager to see her father and those familiar people!

These days, rebel forces were raging throughout the Great Jin Dynasty, and there were many who proclaimed themselves kings.

But outside a plain, unremarkable nameless mountain in Ningzhou, the heartland of the Great Jin Dynasty, a large mass of thick fog suddenly appeared for no reason, covering the entire mountain.

At first, no one cared about this matter.

But later, as the fog covered a wider and wider area, enveloping thousands of miles around, including the entire Tianque Prefecture, everyone could no longer sit idly by.

At first, outsiders didn't dare to enter.

Because no one knew what this spontaneously erupted fog was, and it might be poisonous.

In the hundred thousand mountains of Southern Wei, there were such fog barriers stretching for hundreds or thousands of miles, which were highly toxic.

But as people entered the thick fog, not only did they not die, but they brought out rare treasure medicines, and others finally realized that the Spiritual Qi of the mountains and rivers in the area covered by the thick fog had begun to change, far exceeding the outside world.

Not only did ordinary plants mutate into rare spiritual plants, but birds and beasts also changed, becoming various strange beasts that only appear in deep mountains and old forests.

Moreover, the people who were swallowed by the fog before were not missing.

But were in seclusion and cultivation within the mountains and forests in the fog.

Because the Origin Qi in the fog was far superior to the outside world, and even breaking through cultivation Bottlenecks was much easier than outside.

In addition, some people dug up ancient tombs in the fog, which contained various precious treasures, including divine weapons, precious armor, antiques, jade, and even Secret Manuals for cultivation.

When the news spread, the whole world was boiling.

Even the various rebel kings who were busy fighting for territory couldn't care about continuing their rebellion and sent their troops towards Ningzhou.

As for the major Sects in Jianghu, they received even more top-secret information.

Families and Schools that had been passed down for thousands of years had various classic texts internally and guessed that this was a sign that the legendary Heavenly Pillar Mountain was about to appear.

Even if the top-level forces wanted to continue to block the news, they couldn't cover it up at all.

This news spread like the wind throughout the world, and everyone rushed to Ningzhou.

Even the lowest-level Jianghu people had a heart to ascend the Heavenly Pillar and enter the Heavenly Gate!

Yongzhou, Daruo Mountain, Hanging Temple.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The morning bell rang, and countless monks began their morning lessons. The sound of scriptures came from one hall after another, resounding throughout the high mountain.

In the abbot's room.

Abbot Faxing of the Hanging Temple and Great Master Fayuan of the Nalanda Temple, two contemporary high monks, sat opposite each other. Beside them was Xue Bai, Heavenly King Xue, who had once stirred up boundless waves within the Great Jin Dynasty!

Xue Bai's face was still a bit pale, but there were no visible injuries on his body.

Emperor Li Heming's serious injury to him was mainly on the spiritual and Luck level.

Through the technique of seizing Luck, he plundered his thick Luck of Heaven and Earth, causing his cultivation, which he had practiced with the help of Luck, to fall rapidly, and it backlashed on himself.

This kind of injury was not as easy to treat as external injuries.

"Donor Xue, how is your injury?"

Although Xue Bai's Luck had plummeted, the Buddhist Sect still gave him enough support, protecting him in the Hanging Temple to recuperate, and did not hesitate to use precious Medicinal Pills to nurse his body, and used Sarira Buddha light to nourish his spirit every day.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have recovered like this in such a short time.

"It's almost done, thanks to the two Great Masters!"

Although Xue Bai's complexion was not good, his eyes were still burning with ambition.

In the years he had been wandering in Jianghu, he had been through wind and rain, considered himself a tough man with iron bones, and was confident all his life, but he didn't expect to stumble over an emperor he had never paid attention to.

Of course, he couldn't be blamed for this.

Not only him, but everyone didn't expect Emperor Li Heming to have such cultivation strength.

Even the Qingyang Palace, which always paid attention to the movements of the palace, didn't know.

But Xue Bai was not discouraged.

Victory and defeat are common in military affairs!

Although he failed this time, the entire northwest was still occupied by him, with hundreds of thousands of troops still alive, and the Buddhist Sect was still supporting him, so it was not impossible to fight back to the capital again.

As for Luck, he never thought that Luck was the fundamental factor determining everything!

Even if he was called a person with destiny by Jianghu people, the battle in the capital proved that Luck could not be trusted.

What can determine everything is, after all, fists!

His Realm had fallen, but he had reached the Three Divine Treasuries Realm, and it would not take much effort to Cultivate it back.

"Great Master Faxing, I would like to borrow the blessed land of Daruo Rock in your temple for cultivation, is that possible?"

"Oh?"

Great Master Faxing's expression moved slightly. After looking at Great Master Fayuan, he asked:

"Donor Xue, rumors outside say that Heavenly Pillar Mountain is about to open. Are you not tempted by this?"

Xue Bai shook his head,

"How difficult is it to climb the Heavenly Pillar? By then, it will surely be a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!"

"I have some self-knowledge. With my current strength, I can't get involved in these matters. It's better to take advantage of everyone's eyes being on Heavenly Pillar Mountain to try my best to Cultivate my strength back."

"If there is any change in Heavenly Pillar Mountain by then, I can deal with it calmly!"

"amitabha! Well done! Well done!"

Great Master Fayuan put his palms together, said a Buddha name, and smiled:

"Donor Xue is not moved by profit and sticks to his original intention. It is a blessing!"

"Although the process is a bit tortuous, the old monk believes that with your ability, you will surely become the master of the world in the future!"

Great Master Faxing also nodded and said:

"Good! This poor monk will take charge of opening the blessed land for you. I hope you can recover your cultivation soon, pacify the chaotic world, and return peace to the world's common people!"

Ningzhou, outside Tianque Prefecture.

Inside a high mountain pavilion, an old man with a tall, sturdy figure and meticulously combed hair looked at the surging fog in front of him from afar and let out a long breath:

"A thousand years of waiting, it was not in vain!"

"Heavenly Pillar Mountain! Finally, I have waited for it!"

His eyes revealed the vicissitudes and indifference of having seen through the world, as well as a trace of ambition that was extremely difficult to discover.

For more than a thousand years, he had been hiding in the dark, planning and laying out, just for today.

Supreme power and stunning beauties were all floating clouds to him. His only dream to survive until now was to enter the Heavenly Gate and leave this world.

After looking at the thick fog in front of him again, the figure in the pavilion slowly faded and finally dissipated.

After he disappeared, an elderly man with a cane appeared in the pavilion.

The old man was wearing a white Confucian robe. His exposed skin was full of wrinkles, his waist and back were bent, and only a pair of eyes still revealed the vitality belonging to a young man.

He stared at the place where the tall old man had just stood, and whispered in his mouth:

"Hidden Dragon..."

"What?"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a sword on his waist appeared behind the old man. He was dressed in brocade clothes and full of nobility. Hearing the words from the old man's mouth, he asked curiously:

"What did the teacher just say?"

"Nothing! It's just like seeing an old friend!"

The old man shook his head, said nothing more, and just watched the thick fog in the distance from afar.

This fog was hazy in the eyes of ordinary people and could not be penetrated.

But in his eyes, it was like a thin gauze, and he could see more things inside.

He didn't stop for the treasure medicines and strange beasts that ordinary people were frantically snatching, and the old man's eyes kept looking at the deepest hundreds of miles.

There, the outline of a mountain appeared faintly.

This mountain was different from the ordinary undulating high mountains, but suddenly rose from the ground, like a giant pillar connecting the sky, standing directly on the earth.

In the area covered by the thick fog, the giant pillar was still growing upward.

As its height became higher and higher, the thick fog slowly extended upward, and finally would connect with the clouds high in the sky.

"Teacher, when will Heavenly Pillar Mountain officially open?"

The middle-aged man with a sword asked respectfully.

The elderly old man slightly narrowed his eyes and said:

"Heavenly Pillar Mountain is not only a ladder to ascend to heaven, but also a pillar of the earth connecting the Nine Nether. When the Yin and Yang in the world are completely balanced, and the moment when light and darkness blend, it will truly appear in front of the world!"

"Now only the vitality of Origin Qi has arrived, and the Death Qi of Nine Nether has not really appeared. Let's wait and see for now!"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said:

"If we wait for the Death Qi of Nine Nether to appear, wouldn't those Jianghu people who entered the thick fog..."

The old man said softly:

"Opportunity is often accompanied by crisis. Before everything is clarified, these people dare to go deep into the thick fog, so they can't blame others even if they are buried in it!"

"Moreover, their death is also an inevitable development of things. Without them as nourishment for the Nine Nether Qi, Heavenly Pillar Mountain cannot be opened."

"Hmm, that's true!"

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

"Cackle, cackle!"

Suddenly, a harsh, strange laugh sounded around, the voice was sharp and hoarse, like a worn-out bellows being pulled, and like steel wire and iron sheets rubbing, making people's scalps numb:

"What a contemporary Confucian Sage!"