Imperial Cultivation

He temporarily set aside the handsome young man and looked up at the mountain summit.

Clearly, there were eight huts, but the ancestor insisted there were nine.

Of course, he wouldn't think Chu Chunhan made a mistake, otherwise, there would be no talk of enlightenment.

Even though there were eight, saying there were nine, it's very likely that the most important is that ninth one.

Where is the ninth hut?

He accelerated, his speed increasing, swiftly passing by strange rocks and flowing water.

Finally, he arrived at the mountain summit.

The summit was amidst the clouds, surrounded by a vast expanse, with nothing but Cloud Mist.

At this moment, the sun began to rise.

A myriad of golden rays broke through the clouds, shining on him, dyeing the surrounding Cloud Mist gold.

Brilliant and dazzling, luxurious and captivating.

The positions at the mountain top were arranged neatly; some huts were located higher, others lower, with a distinct layering.

Under Super Sensing Illumination, there were indeed eight huts.

The positions of these eight huts didn't seem to have any pattern.

It seemed like they were built randomly, following the mountain's terrain, each offering a different view.

He came to a hut, intending to enter it, but was stopped by an invisible force.

Chu Zhiyuan activated the Great Brightness Fist, but it was dissolved into nothingness.

He had anticipated this, pondered for a moment, then activated the Great Demon Suppressing Seal.

As the Great Demon Suppressing Seal fell as a golden net toward the hut, the hut suddenly flashed with a layer of golden light.

The golden light flashed quickly, but the hut's resistance remained.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and pondered.

The Great Demon Suppressing Seal could provoke a reaction from the hut, but it wasn't enough to make the resistance disappear.

Could it be that the Realm of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal is insufficient, much like the Great Brightness Fist was?

He thought for a moment, continued to activate the Great Demon Suppressing Seal, and cast several golden nets.

The golden light flashed again and again; after several times, there was still no change.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, moved to another hut, and then another.

He tried all eight huts.

After the golden light flashed on them, they dimmed; there were no other changes.

The resistance still existed, and he still couldn't enter.

During the golden light's flashing, he kept observing, trying to find the pattern and source of the flashing.

In the process of casting the Great Demon Suppressing Seal over and over, he observed that the visualization of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal seemed to be related to the golden light.

It seemed like the flashing of the golden light vaguely resembled the visualization of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal.

The golden light flashed extremely fast, but under Super Sensing Illumination, it slowed down dozens of times, allowing him to clearly see the entire process from appearance to extinguishment.

It first appeared from the roof of the hut, then spread around, forming layers upon layers of golden light.

At first glance, it looked like an extremely dense golden flower blooming within the hut.

The golden light penetrated the hut and reflected out.

Seeing this, he thought deeply, could it be that the force guarding the hut is indeed the power of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal?

To enter the hut, must he exhibit the force capable of dispelling the Great Demon Suppressing Seal?

Or is it necessary to have sufficiently powerful Great Demon Suppressing Seal power?

It comes down to these two paths.

He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged at the highest point of the summit, then activated the Great Demon Suppressing Seal.

One after another, he cast the Great Demon Suppressing Seal, with golden nets covering the huts.

Meanwhile, he observed the hut's golden light, comparing it with the strange patterns he visualized.

He constantly corrected his strange patterns, noting subtle differences.

As he corrected the visualization, the golden net continually expanded, becoming brighter and larger.

An hour later, the golden net had expanded several times.

Suddenly, he had an inspiration, discarded the original visualization, and directly visualized the scene of golden light flashing on the hut.

In the next instant, the golden net expanded dramatically, becoming radiantly golden, instantly covering a thirty-meter radius.

He smiled.

Is this the true Great Demon Suppressing Seal?

The visualization of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal had unknowingly become deformed during its transmission.

And the most correct and complete visualization of the Great Demon Suppressing Seal is indeed here?

The Great Demon Suppressing Seal and the power of Heavenly Person Peak both originate from the Divine Race, and the golden light flashing on the huts is the true Divine Language?

With a heart full of emotions, he hadn't expected such an encounter; Heavenly Person Peak truly was his blessed place!

After all, it's no wonder others can't master the Great Demon Suppressing Seal; the visualization had become a bit distorted.

It's only because he had the Super Sense, robust spiritual power, and various mystical usages, that he managed to barely master it.

The visualization had already deformed, but who knows if the pronunciation had issues or not.

Unfortunately, it's only visible here, without sound.

He closed his eyes, made a seal with his hands, and muttered softly, then a golden net with a thirty-meter radius appeared out of thin air, covering two huts.

Then he cast it again.

In almost one breath, he condensed four nets, enveloping all eight huts.

The huts flashed with golden light, one after another, rising; the golden light from the front huts hadn't faded when the next one had already risen.

Under Super Sensing Illumination, Chu Zhiyuan discovered that these eight golden lights eventually converged.

A new golden light surged forth.

This golden light swayed in the air, dividing, finally forming a new flourishing flower.

A golden flower swayed leisurely in the air, as if blown by the wind, slowly drifting to the side, eventually descending to a lower place nearby.

Chu Zhiyuan closely watched the flower condensed from the golden light, observing it ultimately settle inside a bamboo grove fifty meters below.

He followed, observing with Insight, to see the golden flower finally stop, landing on a Green Bamboo stalk.

Chu Zhiyuan's figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the Green Bamboo.

Watching as the Green Bamboo was permeated by the golden flower, it suddenly swelled, growing bigger.

Ultimately, it became a bamboo house.

A bamboo house of about a hundred square meters, surprisingly with two floors.

The first floor was an open pavilion, and the second was a loft.

Inside the open pavilion were hanging paintings that made his eyes gleam.

These paintings were all strange patterns, which he felt were both words and drawings.

Each word was composed of strange patterns, and the more he looked, the more beautiful and brilliant they seemed.

Gazing at a single pattern felt like looking at a landscape painting.

In a trance, he felt as if he stood atop a mountain, overlooking the surrounding mountains and lands, magnificent beyond words, his soul inexplicably shaken.

This could very well be the Divine Language he had been seeking, said to have been lost.

In the open pavilion, there were at least six Divine Language, but he didn't know what they meant.

Staring at the previous Divine Language, he felt like he was atop a mountain, overlooking the surrounding mountains and land, vast and magnificent, exquisitely beautiful.

Looking at the adjacent Divine Language, his mind seemed to fall into a valley, constantly sinking, the surroundings growing darker, plunging into endless darkness, as if swallowed entirely by the dark.

"Whew—!"

He exhaled a deep breath.

Like a drowning man who had just come up for air, his heart hammered loudly like thunder, as if his veins would burst open.

His expression was solemn.

The Divine Language was indeed strange, directly shaking the mind.

But where was the Divine Language for the Great Demon Suppressing Seal?

He scanned the other four paintings; there was no Divine Language for the Great Demon Suppressing Seal.

Is it that all Divine Languages can shake the mind, or just these six here?

He looked at the other four again but suddenly had a strong sense of danger.

Hurriedly, he averted his gaze, not daring to concentrate on those four Divine Languages, looking elsewhere.

As soon as his gaze turned away, the sense of danger disappeared.

Evidently, the danger truly came from those four Divine Languages.

If he didn't have this danger intuition and foolishly looked at those four Divine Languages, he'd likely face great peril.

This bamboo house was unexpectedly so perilous!