Chapter 875: Nine Great Sacred Mountains

Through his recent understanding, Yang Tian had gained considerable knowledge of this world, but what puzzled him greatly was that this world was too small. Although the Tianyang Continent was divided into regions, it was still dozens of times larger than Earth.

It was hard to imagine that this was the birthplace of the Daoist sect.

However, the ancient times of this world greatly intrigued Yang Tian. Earth had a secret history of antiquity, leaving behind many myths and legends passed down by word of mouth.

"Perhaps I can find the legacy left by the once-mighty Daoist sect."

"This is a complete world. The Tianyang Continent has long been fragmented, but here it is intact—incredible."

"If the energy of this world could be revived, it would become a sacred land for cultivation!"

"I have obtained the supreme scriptures of the Daoist sect. Since this is its birthplace, I must revive the energy here. Though technology is powerful, compared to human potential, it is as different as heaven and earth."

Thinking this, Yang Tian gave a bitter smile. He was afflicted by the curse of the Primordial Gods and Demons, and his injuries were too severe. If he couldn't find a solution, he would truly be in crisis.

"Cough, cough..." He suddenly coughed violently, spitting up a little blood, and a trace of his vital energy dissipated.

The curse was terrifying; with his current strength, Yang Tian could barely suppress it. If this continued, the deities within his organs would be destroyed. Though his merit power was strong, it was too little.

"Brother Yang Tian, what's wrong?" Seeing him coughing blood, Qing Xiaoyue was startled and quickly asked.

In her eyes, this young man was omnipotent, like a god. Now he was spitting blood—how could that be?

Hearing her voice, Yang Tian felt dazed. The girl named Yun'er, who used to chase after him calling him Brother Yang Tian, was still asleep, while he had encountered such misfortune.

He and Yun'er had been through so much together. Though they hadn't spent much time together, every moment was life-and-death, etched in his heart.

Qing Xiaoyue noticed the longing and tenderness in his eyes and couldn't help asking, "Brother Yang Tian, are you thinking of someone?"

Hearing this, Yang Tian took a deep breath, pushed aside his distracting thoughts, and inwardly shouted, "I must find a way to suppress the injury, or I won't be able to return."

Seeing Yang Tian walk inside without a word, Qing Xiaoyue shook her fist at him and pouted, very dissatisfied.

These days, she had confirmed that Yang Tian was not from this world, though she didn't know where he came from.

The Hetu was very mysterious. Yang Tian had studied it for three years, comprehending many divine and miraculous techniques. The more he looked, the more profound it seemed—this thing was definitely a divine object.

The patterns within were extremely complex, as if woven by the Heavenly Dao. Each line contained supreme mysteries.

Yang Tian observed the Hetu, surveying the phenomena of heaven and earth. After half a day of deduction, he frowned, his eyes filled with shock. The heavenly mechanisms here were chaotic, as if some ancient great power had obscured them. Everywhere was chaotic mist, revealing nothing.

"How terrifying! What is this world hiding?" Yang Tian clenched his fists. This world was not as simple as he had imagined; it must contain some secret.

The Hetu was unfathomably mysterious, containing supreme laws. There were very few things in heaven and earth it couldn't see through, but now it was all chaos—alarming.

At that moment, Yang Tian's expression shifted. He went outside and asked Qing Xiaoyue if she knew about the Hetu.

"Hetu?!" Qing Xiaoyue was startled and couldn't help asking, "How do you know about such a thing?"

"You've heard of it?" Hearing this, Yang Tian's eyes lit up. He had only been testing, but unexpectedly, Qing Xiaoyue knew about the Hetu.

"Of course I know." Qing Xiaoyue was very excited. The origins of the Hetu and Luoshu were very mysterious. Qing Xiaoyue's hometown was in the countryside. When she was young, she had heard such myths from the elders, who claimed they were descendants of the Green Emperor. This made Qing Xiaoyue pout, thinking it was all false.

Yang Tian sat down, ready to hear what story the Hetu had to tell, hoping to find its origins. He waited a while, and when he noticed Qing Xiaoyue's sly expression, he couldn't help twitching his mouth.

"Xiaoyue, what are you up to?" Yang Tian asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, nothing." Qing Xiaoyue ran her fingers through her hair, tied it in a knot, and said with a grin, "I'll tell you about the Hetu, but you have to teach me your skills."

"Uh..." Yang Tian was stunned, then rolled his eyes and snorted, "I can teach you, but not now."

"Why?" Qing Xiaoyue pouted, very dissatisfied. "Just teach me a little, what's the big deal?"

Yang Tian smiled bitterly. "This world isn't suitable for cultivation. Even if I teach you, it will be hard to achieve anything."

"Excuses, all excuses." Qing Xiaoyue huffed. "If you don't teach me, I won't tell you. Let me tell you, my ancestor is the Green Emperor, and he has a great connection to the Hetu."

"You little girl." Yang Tian shook his head, pointing around. "This world has almost no vital energy. Even if I teach you cultivation methods, you won't be able to get started; it would be futile."

Hearing this, Qing Xiaoyue frowned. Then she said softly, "I think I heard my great-grandfather say that the nine great sacred mountains of antiquity sealed some dragon vein, causing a sharp decrease in vital energy and greatly reducing human lifespan. How strange."

"Little girl, can you stop being so cryptic?" Yang Tian was helpless, but Xiaoyue's words made him eager to know what had happened here.

"Brother Yang Tian, how about I follow you to your world in the future?" Qing Xiaoyue suddenly sat closer, taking his arm affectionately.

Qing Xiaoyue was very tall, with fair skin and flowing hair, full of spiritual energy. Yang Tian found her hard to resist and said with a wry smile, "If I can solve my troubles, I might take you as a disciple. It would be fate."

Disciple? Qing Xiaoyue immediately became unhappy. "I don't want to be your disciple! No! Brother Yang Tian, you're not old, how can you be my master? Definitely not."

"Uh..." Yang Tian was bewildered. If he wanted to take disciples in the Tianyang Continent, countless cultivators would come running. This girl actually didn't want to.

"As you wish. Then tell me what you know." Yang Tian shrugged and smiled.

Qing Xiaoyue thought for a while, feeling a headache. She knew about this, but it had been so long that she only remembered fragments; much was forgotten.

"Little girl, you're not fooling me, are you?" Yang Tian looked at her awkward expression and said in surprise.

"Of course not. I just don't know how to say it." Qing Xiaoyue pouted, her tone firm but lacking confidence.

"How about this: I'll take you to my hometown. My great-grandfather should know very clearly." Qing Xiaoyue said with a bright smile.

"That works." Yang Tian stood up. Learning more would help him in the future.

"Going home!" Qing Xiaoyue ran off to pack her things, looking forward to the journey ahead, wondering if she could fulfill the long-held wish of her clan.

Because many things she heard in her hometown were different from what was said outside. But the ancestral teachings passed down through generations left Qing Xiaoyue full of doubts about her lineage, and she wanted to unravel the mystery. Yang Tian might be able to help her.