- Chapter 157 1 (1/2)

All-Heaven Relic

Yue Country had lots of bodies of water while Zheng Country contained lots of mountains. However, Zheng Country experienced the most battles. The country was in chaos and graves could be seen everywhere.

In this country, cultivators of the devil path almost overwhelmed those from righteous path. Furthermore, fights were ceaselessly occurring among the devil cultivators.

From the voyage ship, it was not strange to see ruins that used to be owned by some sects. The only thing that made Ning Fan sighed depressingly was the sight of countless graves without tombstones within the beautiful scenery of green mountains, clear water and vast grasslands.

Zheng Country was already in a mess before, but the demons causing trouble in the country worsened the situation. Many of the country’s cultivators died from all the chaos in it. However, there would always be somebody to dig their graves and bury them inside.

That was the tradition of the cultivators in Zheng Country. If someone saw a dead cultivator, one would bury them in a proper grave as long as one had the capability. They might not be able to protect the lives of others but they would definitely protect the bodies of those who had passed away.

Yin Suqiu disliked the atmosphere in Zheng Country. She detested the scenes of endless fighting in this country. But Ning Fan’s gaze was always fixed on the graves.

No one knew whether it was a male or a female cultivator buried in the graves.

No one knew if it was a Vein Opening Realm or a Gold Core Realm cultivator inside the grave.

All that were sought after when they were still alive could not be brought into the afterlife. After their death, everything returned to their origin, ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Zheng Country might be in chaos, but this tradition made Ning Fan sigh with admiration.

Holding grudges against the enemy when he was still alive but setting up a grave for the enemy once he died. Cultivators from Yue Country and Song Country were not as good as the cultivators from Zheng Country who were magnanimous.

Therefore, those graves became an excellent view in Ning Fan’s eyes. Apart from that, his mental state slightly improved.

The day you step into the cultivation world, you will never know when your life would end. Even if you are a superior Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, your life might end abruptly in the hands of a powerful Spirit Severing Realm expert.

Who else could escape death in this world? However, what was more difficult than dying was having someone who would set up a tomb for you.

If the flower wilted, I would bury it. But if I die, who would bury me?

“What do you see from those graves? Don’t tell me that you want to dig up those graves?” asked Suqiu while staring strangely at Ning Fan.

“What did I do to make you have such prejudices on me?” Ning Fan replied helplessly.

Then he shut his eyes gently and said respectfully, “Those who had just lost thier loved ones were mourning while others started singing songs. There was nothing to do for the departed aside from entrusting their bodies to earth. Zheng Country had the ‘Dao of Life and Death’. However, this dao was beyond my level of comprehension. I am not able to understand it. But the desolation of the mountains was beneficial for me.”

Yin Suqiu turned silent upon hearing Ning Fan’s words. She felt unfamiliar towards the Ning Fan currently before her. She felt that his level of comprehension was too high for her to reach.

She was proud of herself that she could persist on her righteous Dao even though she was standing between the righteous and evil path. But what Ning Fan perceived from the same sight was the Dao of heaven and earth.

During the day, Ning Fan would cultivate. In the evenings, he would listen to her flute. At night, he would look at the graves.

After awakening the demon veins, Ning Fan practiced hard all of the five-hundred low-ranking demon techniques. He started learning from the simplest technique, Fire Sense Technique.

In the evening, the melody of the flute made Ning Fan’s Heart Devil become calmer.

At night, the scenes of the graves made Ning Fan’s Divine Intent of Rain became more desolate, condensing its power.