Everyone was left in silence, struggling with each other in their hearts. Even if they were furious with Meng Hao, there was nothing they could do. The ladder appeared because of Meng Hao, and only Meng Hao could step on it.

They have all tried, but they can only see but cannot touch.

A few days later, when Meng Hao and these people met again, everyone swore an oath in front of Meng Hao, promising that once they entered the third realm, they would reap the benefits of the third realm at the end of the third realm.

, or given to Meng Hao at Meng Hao's advance request.

The oath is a witness, and the outlet is the Tao. For these talented people in the south who will achieve incalculable achievements in the future, they cannot have any knots in their hearts. Once they break their promises, because the oath is still there and the knots in their hearts appear, it will affect their cultivation.

If it was just words or an ordinary oath, that would be enough. But after they said the oath, Meng Hao actually came up with a set of Taoist methods that seemed simple but were actually extremely sinister and vicious.

This method is very simple. As long as you have the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment or above, you can practice it. It is called Taoist Certification.

It was Meng Hao who asked Ke Yunhai for these few days outside Ke Yunhai's cave. It was one of the Taoist laws that existed in ancient times and were specially designed to bind each other.

With this Dao and Dharma, once the promise is ruined, the soul will be immediately torn apart, the Dao will not be destined, and the cultivation level will fall.

Everyone was helpless. In order to enter the third realm, they could only carefully swear an oath, use the Taoist evidence as an oath, and complete their mutual agreement. As for those who were unwilling to swear an oath, Meng Hao did not need to take action, under the pressure of others.

, they can only grit their teeth and accept it.

After all, no one is willing to pay the price for themselves. But some people can gain without paying.

But obviously they don't know. Among all the people they think, there is no Zhixiang or Huyan Patriarch.

In contrast, Meng Hao also swore an oath that he would follow their requirements and set foot on the Stairway to Heaven, but the time would be determined by himself. He also promised that in the coming days of the second realm, he would not use his power to

Coerce them so that they can hide without being careful.

This promise is a long-awaited one for others. They have asked themselves many times that they may be the most aggrieved sect in the past to enter this second realm.

He didn't dare to show off. He didn't dare to approach the fourth peak. Even when he saw those dandies whizzing past the sky, he had to lower his head immediately for fear of being recognized by Meng Hao.

After several months of living like this, they have endured it to the extreme. Now they can finally relax and enjoy some of this ancient sunshine...

After reaching an agreement with everyone, Meng Hao understood that the date to leave this place was coming soon, and he would leave this illusory ancient world and return to the real reality.

He had no regrets about this place. Regardless of his status as a playboy, everything was just a dream to Meng Hao. When he woke up from the dream, everything could be forgotten.

But the only thing he didn't want to forget was his father, Ke Yunhai.

Meng Hao was immersed in that kind of father's love, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to forget Ke Yunhai when the dream ended. In this illusory ancient time, he experienced the feeling of having his father by his side.

This feeling can even be said to make up for the regrets left in Meng Hao's heart in his early years.

He was no longer studying Taoism. Apart from refining elixirs, he spent more time sitting cross-legged outside Ke Yunhai's cave. Although Ke Yunhai did not open the door of the cave, Meng Hao still sat here and talked from time to time.

Life seemed to be peaceful like this, calm and uneventful. Xu Qing was still closing his eyes and never opened his eyes. Meng Hao was also used to such a life. He even thought about it more than once, if this continues like this.

, it is not a kind of life.

Until half a month later, when the overlapping scene appeared almost every day, Meng Hao knew that he was leaving. That kind of reluctance in his heart, as well as waves of complicated and unspeakable thoughts, always made Meng Hao's heart wander.

Melancholy.

He looked at the sky, at the earth, at the seven peaks of the first heaven, at the fourth mountain, and at Ke Yunhai's cave. When he closed his eyes, scenes of what had happened since he came here would appear.

Meng Hao could not forget the initial admission of his mistake, the subsequent whipping, Ke Yunhai's doting, and the life of father and son in the Demon Immortal Tower.

He suddenly felt very grateful to Ke Jiusi, thanking him for sending him in and fulfilling him and himself.

"Father's love is like a mountain..." I wonder if such thoughts affected his alchemy. Late at night, Meng Hao refined his last batch of elixirs in this second realm.

Meng Hao had forgotten what herbs were put into this furnace of elixirs. He was immersed in his respect for Ke Yunhai, immersed in the beauty of this life, immersed in the lifelong love between father and son, and looked towards the elixir furnace.

Inside, there are medicinal herbs.

The taste of each herb represented the color of his heart. They gradually blended together and began to make alchemy. He did not think about success or failure, but only memories, recalling the scenes here, and recalling the fatherly love Ke Yunhai gave him.

Recalling my childhood memories, my father is a vague figure.

Night sky, no moon.

As Meng Hao was refining the pills, unknowingly, bursts of indescribable sounds gradually came out of the entire pill furnace, like fairy tunes or funeral songs, sometimes cheerful and sometimes melancholy.

The voice was filled with reluctance and spread slowly, echoing on the Fourth Peak. After hearing this, all the people on the Fourth Peak raised their heads one by one and stared blankly at the place where the sound came from on the top of the mountain.

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This sound, like the wind, blew through everyone's hearts, creating ripples in circles and bringing up the memories in their hearts, as if they were recalling their past selves.

In this memory, everyone is different, just like a grown-up child, looking at his father's bent spine, he suddenly realizes that his father is old... He feels a little sour in his heart.

As if recalling the rebellion in my heart when I was young, facing my father's sternness, I once said in my heart: "Stop being so verbose!"

But until many years ago, facing an old man with white hair lying on the hospital bed, you held his thin hand, shed tears, and whispered in your heart: "Tell me more... my father."

Many people, unknowingly, have given up all their practice and stared blankly at the top of the mountain, not knowing that they have shed tears in this memory.

Xu Qing opened her eyes, with a look of confusion in her eyes. Her sadness slowly emerged. She thought of her home and her vaguely deceased parents in her memory.

"I want to go home..." Xu Qing murmured.

The sound coming from the alchemy furnace echoed throughout the Fourth Peak. Meng Hao didn't know that he was immersed in his thoughts. Refining alchemy was like composing music, and like wood carving. In this way, he incorporated thoughts that could not be expressed in words into it.

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The sound of the elixir being refined in the elixir furnace was originally ordinary, but now, because it contains emotions and Meng Hao's thoughts, it seems to have life and spirit, surpassing the sounds of nature.

After all, the most touching thing about this thing is love... Although love is beautiful, it is far inferior to the selflessness of family love.

Slowly, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Sect on the third and fifth peaks also heard the sound of alchemy coming from the fourth peak. There is no need to express anything about this sound. When you hear it, you will put down everything and practice.

Staying there, thinking of his father through this voice.

More and more disciples fell silent one by one. In this voice, scenes of their own memories were set off in their minds.

The father was smoking a cigarette, with a wrinkled face under the sunset. When he looked back, he looked back with a smile that made people calm all of a sudden, stroking his head.

In the sunshine, I was riding on my father's neck, and when I was lifted high, my laughter was filled with joy. At that time, I didn't know that my laughter was my father's happiness.

I don’t want to see those steady hands getting thinner...

When Wang Lihai heard this voice, he stopped meditating and stared blankly at the dark void in the distance. He thought of his strict father.

Han Bei was silent, her heart was suddenly torn, and she lowered her head. She would always remember that that year, her father took her stumbling in the Qingluo Sect.

Gradually, the second peak and the sixth peak also heard this voice. This voice carries fatherly love, and the strong wind cannot blow it away. Even the most evil person in the world will find his own love in this voice.

own memories.

Once, when I faced your raised hand, I glared angrily, and even resisted. When I slammed the door and left, I didn't see your trembling body or disappointed eyes.

Until that rainy night, when I was seriously ill in bed, I opened my hazy eyes and saw your gray-haired figure kneeling before the gods to pray. For my illness, I was busy and sold everything, just for my son.

get well.

At that moment, my hands were shaking and my heart was tearing. I wanted to open my mouth and say...Father, I was wrong.

The sound of elixir refining gradually spread to the first peak and then to the seventh peak. When the sound echoed in these two peaks, the first level of Demon Immortal Sect, all areas, whether it was outer disciples or inner disciples,

There are also core disciples, even elders, everyone... Even the most powerful immortal in the world will have a memory of this voice in his heart.

Resonating and reminiscing, the entire Demon Immortal Sect was completely silent at this moment... Everyone felt as if they had returned to the past in this sound.

The Supremes of the First Peak, the Second Peak, the Third Peak, the Fifth Peak, the Sixth Peak, the Seventh Peak... the six Supremes, one by one, raised their heads at this voice and looked at the Fourth Peak. Their expressions

With melancholy, they saw Meng Hao refining the elixir and heard Meng Hao's voice inside the elixir.

Even the Supreme among them, who was most disgusted with Ke Jiusi before, now sighed in the silence.

"He... has finally grown up. Brother Yunhai... I hope you will go well... along the way."

At this moment, there was another sound in the Demon Immortal Sect. This sound... was the sound of a bell,... a death knell.

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