“What else do you know?” Ji Wujiong asked.
“Well…” Meng Qi’s knowledge about Ten Absolutes Mountain solely came from the books she read in Beyond The Heaven. At the time, she only skimmed through the records casually, mainly because there were so many legends about the bygone golden era of ancient times. With legends, hearsay, and rumors mixed in, it was almost impossible for modern people to discern facts from falsehood.
Meng Qi hadn’t really paid much attention to this name before, but now that Ji Wujiong mentioned it, she recalled it. “It is said that there are ten peaks in Ten Absolutes Mountain, all incredibly steep. Even the most powerful cultivators in the Great Ascension stage cannot use any techniques to climb them; they have to rely on their own strength to climb step by step. Each step they take is like undergoing a test. But once they reach the summit, they can break through a minor realm.” She murmured.
“Correct,” Ji Wujiong nodded, satisfied with the answer. “That was the ancient Ten Absolutes Mountain. Although the one Jingyuetian had is far from the real deal, it still holds many benefits for those in the Nascent Soul stage up to the Void Comprehending stage.”
“Jingyuetian’s Minor Ten Absolutes Mountain doesn’t have as many peaks; it consists of just one mountain peak where everyone who wants to climb it must do so on the same peak,” Ji Wujiong continued. “As a result, conflicts and even life and death situations arise there.” His tone was nonchalant.
“I see,” Meng Qi nodded. “So that’s why Jingyuetian could become the number one spell sect. It turns out they have such a mystical place.”
“No one has ever reached the summit of Jingyuetian’s Minor Ten Absolutes Mountain,” Ji Wujiong added. “According to legend, if you managed to reach the top, those in the Nascent Soul stage would directly break through into the Spirit Severing stage, those in the Spirit Severing would have their cultivation base advanced three realms, and one realm for Void Comprehending. In addition…” He paused for a moment, “there is another great benefit.”
“What is it?” Meng Qi asked.
“No one knows.” Ji Wujiong replied: “Because no one has successfully climbed to the top, even the sect leader of Jingyuetian doesn’t know.”
He paused again and suddenly added, “Some also say that if a cultivator fails in tribulation, even if their inner core is damaged and their spiritual sea is shattered, they can repair both as long as they can climb to the top of Minor Ten Absolutes Mountain. Not only that, but they might even succeed in transcending tribulation, restoring their cultivation, and advancing further.”
“I see…” Meng Qi lowered her head and thought seriously, “Then why don’t Jingyuetian send their young master to the mountain?”
“Because…” Ji Wujiong smirked, wearing a sarcastic smile, “Once you enter Minor Ten Absolutes Mountain, there’s no way for people outside to know what happens inside. Furthermore, after leaving, everyone’s memories of the time they spent inside will be sealed by a mysterious power. To put it simply, it was a place where rules and morality do not exist.”
He then turned to look at Meng Qi, “Jingyuetian’s young master was once a powerful Void Comprehending cultivator. Although he could enter, his current strength is only at the Qi Condensation stage, so he would definitely need the help of fellow sect members to climb Minor Ten Absolutes Mountain.”
He chuckled again, with a somewhat disdainful expression, “So, who would they send? And how can they ensure that, in a place where rules do not exist, his fellow sect members won’t have any sinister thoughts? After all, the young master of Jingyuetian is a famous genius. Once he recovers and restores his cultivation, the position of the future sect leader will undoubtedly be his.”
Meng Qi looked ahead. They had left Jingyue City behind for quite some time now, and they could already see a faint silhouette in the distance. That should be the location of the Jingyuetian sect, the top spell sect in the Three Thousand Worlds, one that boasted a legacy from ancient times. Such long-standing sects naturally had tightly guarded secrets, passed down from generation to generation. Those secrets might only be known to the sect leader, so there was a good chance that inheriting the position of sect leader would bring you one step closer to attaining the Dao.
As if seeing through Meng Qi’s mind, Ji Wujiong chuckled mockingly, “If I were the sect leader of Jingyuetian, I wouldn’t feel at ease either. Tsk…” He shook his head and said gloatingly, “Indeed, these major sects are full of intrigue and conspiracies inside. Even when his own son almost become a cripple when defending Three Thousand World, and their sect clearly possessed such a secret place, he still did not dare to send him in. Being in such a high position looks only glamorous on the outside. Everyone may seem to respect him, but in the end, there is no one he can entrust the life of his son with. Pitiful… very pitiful!”
“…” Meng Qi murmured, “Perhaps that’s not entirely the case.”
Even when talking, the two of them did not slow their pace. The faint silhouette in the distance was also drawing nearer. The closer they got, the more they could feel the vastness of the entire Jingyuetian Sect. With the curtain of the night as a background, Meng Qi could even see the sect’s sprawling territory ahead, resembling a colossal beast lying down.
Closer still, clouds and mist shrouded the mountains, looking ethereal even in darkness. Amidst the mist, the whole of Jingyuetian appeared like a palace suspended in mid-air, resembling the residence of celestial immortals.
“We’re here,” Ji Wujiong said, putting aside the topic of the Ten Absolutes Mountain. He held several profound-grade spirit stones in his palm and reached for Meng Qi’s wrist. “Remember the promise you made to me. From now on, follow my lead in everything.”
“Alright,” Meng Qi nodded.
After Ji Wujiong finished speaking, he looked up at the sky. In the night sky, stars sparkled brightly. A full moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft silver moonlight as if draping Jingyuetian in a gentle veil.
“Fellow Daoists, please halt!” Meng Qi and Ji Wujiong hadn’t reached Jingyuetian’s gate when two cultivators dressed in dark brown disciple robes suddenly appeared in front of them.
“Excuse us,” the cultivator on the left politely greeted them, “The area ahead is the location of our sect. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission. Please stop here, both of you.”
After speaking, the cultivator raised his head and looked at the two of them. “Eh?” He focused his gaze on Meng Qi’s face and suddenly whispered softly, “Are you… Fellow Daoist Meng Qi?” The Jingyuetian disciple seemed somewhat uncertain as he asked quietly.
“My name is Meng Qi.” Meng Qi cupped her hands and politely introduced herself.
“It really is Fellow Daoist Meng,” the disciple stepped forward, “Fellow Daoist Meng, do you still remember me?” He then looked at Ji Wujiong, “And this is… Fellow Daoist Ji Wujiong, I presume?”
Ji Wujiong raised an eyebrow. “This is getting more interesting.”
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