Chapter 1443 - 1444: An Even Greater Secret
Yang Fei found it incredible. No wonder that day, the Witch King Houtu mentioned that the human Taoist sect had devised many methods to resist Divine Punishment.
This Heavenly Secret Talisman is probably one of those methods.
The old man sighed deeply, as if relieved.
Yang Fei couldn't help but ask.
"Ancestral Master, how is this Heavenly Secret Talisman made?"
"If possible, couldn't we produce it in large quantities and save countless martial artists suffering from Divine Punishment?"
Yang Fei thought of the old Taoist and Uncle Afu who suffered greatly from Divine Punishment.
If this Heavenly Secret Talisman is effective, could these veterans of the martial arts world escape the Sea of Suffering?
The old man chuckled bitterly, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "How could it be so easy?"
"This Heavenly Secret Talisman can deceive the heavens and evade Divine Punishment, but it's not something that can be easily made."
Pointing to the talisman of the Heavenly Secret Talisman, he spoke gently.
"The talisman is not hard to draw, and high-purity crystals can be obtained."
"However, the object sealed within the crystal is extremely difficult; such a thing simply doesn't exist in this world."
At this point, the old man sighed heavily.
"For this reason, as far as I know, including this one, the number of Heavenly Secret Talismans in the world doesn't exceed a handful."
"Currently, only three are known, with one in my possession, another on Dragon Tiger Mountain, and the third one is right here."
Yang Fei was dumbfounded: "So rare? What exactly is sealed within the Heavenly Secret Talisman?"
"Ah, speaking of what's inside the Heavenly Secret Talisman, it's even rarer."
The old man suddenly looked at Yang Fei: "Do you know the Dragon Chant Temple?"
"Dragon Chant Temple... I seem to have heard of it somewhere."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Fei's heart was suddenly stirred, feeling an extreme familiarity, yet struggling to recall.
The old man gazed at Yang Fei's confused look carefully, shaking his head and sighing.
"The Dragon Chant Temple is perhaps one of the most mysterious places in this world."
"For various reasons, it's unknown to outsiders, and it holds an enormous secret."
At this point, Yang Fei suddenly remembered Shou Jing Gong and exclaimed in shock.
"I remember now, my master Shou Jing Gong, according to his boasts, he was one of the councillors of the Dragon Chant Temple."
"I always thought the Dragon Chant Temple was a mysterious organization."
The old man was momentarily stunned, unconsciously repeating a phrase.
"Shou Jing Gong... Hahaha, I understand now, that Old Fox, he truly is one!"
He suddenly recalled something amusing, bursting into a hearty laugh, his laughter full of joy.
Susu seemed to understand something as well, laughing along with the old man, shaking her head repeatedly.
Yang Fei was puzzled by their attitudes, like King Kong searching blindly in confusion, looking at the old man and Susu.
"Susu, Ancestral Master, what are you laughing about?"
The old man suppressed his laughter, shaking his head continuously.
"I suddenly remembered your master, ah, after the battle against the heavens, he was truly scared out of his wits, even changing his name."
"Starting with 'Shou,' perhaps it's his hope to live longer?"
Yang Fei was even more puzzled: "Ancestral Master, I don't understand your meaning."
The old man shook his head: "Shou Jingwu's real name was Hu Fangguo, one of the Martial God's best friends back then."
"He once served as a general for Huaxia. Known for his cunning and sly ways, he also had a nickname, the Old Fox."
"Hu Fangguo? Old Fox?"
Yang Fei was somewhat stunned, hearing for the first time such unbecoming stories of Shou Jing Gong, and found it hard to accept.
The old man nodded: "In fact, though the Old Fox was lecherous and cowardly, he was a valiant hero of true feelings and integrity."
"When the Dragon Chant Temple's council formed, he was indeed one of its members."
The old man's expression turned somewhat distant, as if his mind had flown back ten years.
"Ten years ago, Yinxue Tower suffered a natural disaster, Divine Punishment descended, and peerless martial artists everywhere suffered greatly, with casualties widespread."
"At this time, a Chinese Martial Arts Master, dedicated to studying ancient texts, successfully predicted that a realm of spatial void behind the Dragon Chant Temple would open to the Gate of Heavenly Secrets."
"Entering it could steal a Thin Line of Destiny. Those who succeeded could escape Divine Punishment."
"Later, martial artists suffering from Divine Punishment flocked to the Dragon Chant Temple.
To vie for that Thin Line of Destiny, numerous people caused a slaughter before the Gate of Heavenly Secrets even opened, rivers of blood flowed."
Ah, this is one of the greatest disasters for the world's martial artists in the past decade."
"Later, the long-lost Martial God appeared, using Supreme Divine Power and his own prestige to stop this massacre."
"Moreover, the Martial God gathered the world's peerless martial artists, established the Dragon Chant Temple council, and set down 108 martial arts rules."
"Then he selected peerless warriors, agreeing to enter the Gate of Heavenly Secrets together in pursuit of destiny."
The old man sighed softly.
"However, the Gate of Heavenly Secrets didn't appear for a long time, and countless experts lost their patience."
"People grew suspicious of each other, started open and secret battles, and finally a large-scale conflict broke out again, with many more martial artists dying or being injured. At this moment, the Gate of Heavenly Secrets suddenly appeared."
Yang Fei and Susu listened intently, and when the old man paused, Yang Fei quickly interjected: "Then what happened?"
The old man sighed: "Later, the Martial God led over twenty peerless masters into the Gate of Heavenly Secrets to seek destiny and avoid Divine Punishment."
"But after they entered, they never came out again, neither dead nor alive."
The old man's voice was somber and dull.
"Everyone says that the Martial God and his group certainly died within the Gate of Heavenly Secrets. After all, this matter is too bizarre, not conforming to modern understanding."
"Many even speculate that all of this was a plot by the Martial God to wipe out the world's martial artists."
After finishing, the old man packed tobacco into the pipe, beginning to smoke, a face full of sorrow.
Yang Fei couldn't help but ask: "Then what happened later?"
The old man snorted: "I thought the Martial God and others wouldn't return, and I was indeed grieved."
"But over three months later, the Martial God surprisingly returned, saying they discovered an even greater secret, left three Heavenly Secret Talismans, and hurried away."
Then, tears suddenly fell from the old man's eyes.
"Since then, I haven't seen the Martial God, nor his old entourage, nor his woman, but I believe he still lives."
"He's certainly struggling for the survival and fate of the world's martial artists in some corner of this world. When he wins, he will certainly return."
Seeing the elder's painful expression, Yang Fei sighed, held back for a while, then couldn't help asking.
"Then, what connection does the Martial God have with me, or you?"
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