Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 743 - 145: The Holy Land of Wen Zong, Eighth Extreme Realm_2
Chapter 743: Chapter 145: The Holy Land of Wen Zong, Eighth Extreme Realm_2
Although the Land of All Saints is inhabited by both the Human Race and Demons residing together, not all of the Human Race can accept Demons. Some Holy Lands of the Human Race are even allies with Demons, yet some are mortal enemies.
Upon stepping outside the courtyard, Li Hao saw the woman in front of the Flower Travel Association and said, “Let’s go.”
Yue Ying secretly sized up the gentleman, aware that he was the top monster from the Solo Battle, having accompanied Tan Ancestor to watch the battle yesterday, she had witnessed Li Hao’s swordsmanship.
She respectfully invited Li Hao onto the Flower Travel Association vehicle and then instructed the Dragon Demon to return.
The Flower Travel Association carriage soared into the air, flying mid-air but extremely stable, like silky willow fluff in the wind.
Passing through mountains and lands, on Li Hao’s wrist, Xiyan extended a strand of red vine like a silly hair, looking around everywhere.
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Soon after, they drove out of the Sacrificial Mountain area and out of the Divine Dynasty’s territory, passing through the domains of seven or eight dynasties, and finally arrived at a Holy Land.
In this Holy Land, morning glow lingered, filled with a surging robust aura.
Upon approaching the Holy Land, Li Hao heard the continuous chanting of scholars, seemingly reciting ancient sacred texts.
Li Hao looked intently and saw all over the Holy Land areas resembling academic courts where disciples sat and chanted. Strangely, with their chanting, dragons and phoenixes appeared above the institutions, while other places showed battlefields where soldiers engaged in wars.
Li Hao’s eyes widened, vaguely recognizing this place.
“Is this the Literary Ancestor’s Sacred Land?”
Li Hao asked Yue Ying, who was sitting in front of the Flower Travel Association.
Yue Ying’s gaze shifted from Xiyan on Li Hao’s wrist and she replied with a respectful smile, “Indeed, Mr. Qingfeng.”
Li Hao’s eyes sparkled. So Zhan Tan is an elder of the Literary Ancestor’s Sacred Land?
But thinking about it, it made sense. A being of the Half-Saint Realm, either an elder of a Holy Land or an enshrined of a Divine Dynasty. Since Zhan Tan is also one of the vice-presidents of the Flower Travel Association, his extraordinary status means he holds very high ranks among the elders in the Literary Ancestor’s Sacred Land.
“What are they doing?”
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Li Hao looked at the phenomena above the academic courts, curiosity showing in his eyes.
Yue Ying smiled and said, “They are cultivating; this is our Literary Ancestor’s Sacred Land method of cultivation. The Literary Saint uses the cosmic scrolls as books, taking books as the Dao. Our battle method at the Literary Ancestor’s Sacred Land differs from the Sword Ancestors, Saber Venerate Sacred Land, etc. They enter the Dao through weapons like swords and sabers, attacking forcefully, while here, we study sage’s books, forming phrases to kill with Poetry and Books!”
Li Hao suddenly understood. He had long heard that every Saint in the Thirty-Three Realms proclaims their Dao, each with their own cultivation system, amounting to dozens in total.
For instance, Buddhists meditate on scriptures and discuss the Dao as a form of cultivation.
Sword Saints cultivate swordsmanship.
Literary Ancestors slay enemies with poetry and books.
It’s said even Military School Saints strategize as their killing movement, attacking in elusive, hard-to-find ways.
All Saints strive against each other arguing for the true Dao, only attaining the Supreme Saint Realm can they proclaim their orthodoxy. Despite this, even when Supreme Saints compete, they couldn’t outdo each other, their Dao incompatible.
Li Hao thought about his own Poetry and Books Dao, through musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc., he could also use them to kill if he poured strength into them, but usually, his sword was sharper, so playing chess and artistic path were treated as leisure activities.
Just like his Fishing Tao, he had been able to fish up the Dragon Clan very early, even pulling the Four Stands Realm into a pout, although his Fishing was just at the Sixth Stage, combined with his current power, he could fish up Dragon Demons in the Dao Law Realm.
If his Fishing Tao were raised to the Ninth Stage, or even Tenth Stage, Li Hao couldn’t imagine if even Saints would fall for his bait.
The Flower Travel Association headed toward a mountain peak that was majestic, the surroundings fairly tranquil, and upon descending on the mountain top, Li Hao saw only a few disciples reciting sage’s texts in the academy.
Above their heads, however, weapons, Tiger Demon phantoms and others fought and faced off.
“Acting as a lackey for the tiger!”
One of them softly chanted, and the Tiger Demon transformed into a human form, fiercely pouncing on the opponent.
Meanwhile, another person spoke rapidly, narrating a story of a hunter hunting mountain tigers, and suddenly, in the void, bows and arrows shot out, the arrows like shooting stars, piercing the Tiger Demon.
Li Hao watched intently, finding it interesting. The way they battled had a feel of instant application of laws at the word, if it was used in lower realms for combat, it was akin to touching traces of the Dao Law Realm in advance, such a Cultivation System is no wonder capable of establishing its own sect.
All Saints’ cultivation each had their irreplaceable strengths, hence they debated ardently. If any could be replaced, their Dao would have apparent flaws and would be disrupted and destroyed.
Saints don’t die, and the Dao cannot be extinguished; this saying is actually reversed—the power of Dao is indelible, and Saints in the Saint Realm have basically integrated Dao power with their bodies, achieving unity of body and Dao.
Therefore, Saints are nearly impossible to kill unless, like destroying the Dao, shattering their Saint Heart allows their Dao to collapse, thus causing their cessation.
“Eh? Is that you?”
While Li Hao was observing, a young man wielding a folding fan felt a familiar aura and looked at Li Hao, his face revealing a touch of astonishment.
He blinked hard, confirming he wasn’t mistaken, then suddenly stood up.
Li Hao felt the gaze and looked towards the other side, feeling puzzled.
The young man with the folding fan quickly walked towards Li Hao, looked him up and down, and said in surprise, “How did you come to our Tiantan Peak?”
Seeing the other party, Yue Ying immediately saluted, “Greetings to Mr. Qing Shu.”
Qing Shu?
Li Hao asked, “Mr. Song, do you recognize me?”
“My surname is Zhao,” Zhao Qing Shu’s face darkened slightly, and he asked Yue Ying, “How did he come here?”
Yue Ying respectfully replied, “Replying to the Saint Heir, Tan Ancestor invited him to discuss paintings with Mr. Qingfeng.”
