Chapter 138: Predecessors Lead the Way
As expected, something unexpected happened.

The old madman had stopped and confronted several figures in the thick fog. He remained still and looked extremely solemn. Ye Fan opened his divine eyes, but could only vaguely see their outlines. They were dressed in ancient costumes, as if they were ominous and came from ancient times.

These people were extremely old, their bodies were lifeless and lifeless, but standing there they exuded a strong sense of oppression that was suffocating. The old madman's confrontation with them indicated the seriousness of the situation. Could it be that a few saints had come? An ominous premonition surged in the hearts of the people, and their heartbeats accelerated with nervousness.

The mountain breeze blew, and the ancient people remained motionless in the thick fog like fossils, with only their ancient clothes rustling in the wind.

"Damn it, there can't be any saints in this world, how did these gods appear?!" The big black dog was frightened and almost stuttered.

After careful consideration, the old madman took another step and decided to bypass these mysterious people and continue to move up the mountain. He sent a message to everyone: "Don't look back at them, don't sense their energy, just follow my steps closely!"

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. They carefully followed the old madman's footsteps and walked up the mountain step by step. Their hearts were filled with fear and awe of the unknown, and they didn't dare to look back.

However, even though they tried hard to move forward, they still felt chills on their backs. They were clearly aware of the cold gazes from those people in the thick fog. Their ancient costumes added a bit of mystery and weirdness.

After walking a long way, the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated. Li Heishui asked cautiously: "Senior, who are they?"

The old madman answered simply: "Ancient dead people."

"A supreme being who died many years ago?" Everyone was shocked, but then they were confused and puzzled. "But we clearly felt their cold eyes."

Zixia explained with a serious expression: "This may be related to the special environment of Holy Cliff. This is the place where the Great Saint Body fell, and there are many evil things here, so it is not impossible for the corpse to be spiritual."

Little Nannan was even more frightened. She whispered, "Nannan felt like they were alive. Their cold gazes seemed to be really falling on us."

"Yes, I have the same feeling." Li Heishui was also puzzled and couldn't help but look back.

In an instant, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body could hardly move, his face was pale, without any blood, and he could not speak a word, like an ant being looked down upon by a giant dragon.

"Don't look back, don't look, they have been dead for a long time!" The old madman shouted softly, spread his sleeves, and turned his body around.

"Oh my God, it's too horrible. Don't look back. I just looked back once and didn't see anything clearly, but that kind of look made my heart and soul break!" Li Heishui muttered to himself almost in collapse.

They didn't quite believe that it was a dead person, but the old madman said so, and none of them dared to look back. No matter what happened behind them, they chose to keep moving forward.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and not even the outline of the huge sarcophagus on the top of the mountain could be seen. Even spiritual sense could not penetrate the strange fog.

"Damn, there's another person up there. He might be alive!" All the black hair on the big black dog stood up.

On the top of a distant mountain, a figure stood like a sculpture, tall and majestic. Although he was surrounded by thick fog, his eyes were extremely captivating, as if they could penetrate all the fog.

Those were a pair of green eyes, without whites or pupils, like two green will-o'-the-wisp lights flickering in the darkness, looking down coldly at the group of people below.

"Don't look at him, just treat him as if he's dead!" The old madman once again gave a solemn warning. Then, he led everyone to bypass and come to the other side of the mountain.

Here, they found many dark red bloodstains and witnessed the true appearance of the List of Gods at a closer distance.

"Let's just stay away from the man above and get closer to the List of Gods. I believe that Emperor Wu Shi will protect us." Zixia suggested.

The old madman was silent for a moment, as if thinking seriously. Then he changed his route, approached the side where the List of Gods was located step by step, and continued to climb up around the mountain.

The golden light was so bright that even the thick fog could not cover it. On that stone wall, the ancient List of the Gods was tightly attached. After more than 100,000 years of baptism, it was still as solid as ever, without any signs of loosening. The traces of time seemed unable to leave a mark on it, and it still looked solemn and mysterious. "Blood pit..." Li Heishui was surprised that there was an undried blood pit in this area.

"This is the blood of the Great Saint Body, a priceless holy object!" The big black dog screamed and almost pounced on it, but he was cautious and could not walk around, so he resisted the urge.

"Unfortunately, the essence has long been dissipated." Ye Fan shook his head, but still couldn't help being shocked. More than 100,000 years have passed, and the blood of the Great Saint Body has not dried up yet. How powerful could it be?
"There are incomplete roots of spiritual medicine." Li Heishui was surprised.

There had once been magical herbs growing in the blood pit, but unfortunately they were picked by someone. It goes without saying that the magical herbs bred with holy blood must have astonishing medicinal properties.

"There are writings, the Red Dragon is trapped here..." the big black dog read, and then cursed, saying, "It turned out to be that evil Taoist, he used this medicine to save his life."

Ye Fan was shocked. It turned out that this was the place where Taoist Chilong was trapped on the Holy Cliff. He had even reached the halfway point of the mountain. No wonder it had been sealed for 1,500 years. From what he had just seen, it was a miracle for him to get out alive.

At this time, they were getting closer and closer to the Investiture of the Gods, and finally they could see its entirety clearly. The Investiture of the Gods seemed to be made of gold, emitting strange and solemn fluctuations.

"This is the supreme holy object made by the Great Emperor himself. I have witnessed it with my own eyes again today." The big black dog looked at the Conferred God List, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "Even the heroes of the ages could not resist the erosion of time after all."

"There is a stone carving next to the ancient list." Little Nannan stretched out her hand and pointed to a place next to the List of Gods.

"Damn it, who is so wicked to carve a bald man next to the List of Gods!?" The big black dog was extremely angry.

"Shakyamuni!" Ye Fan and Pang Bo were shocked. The stone carving was almost identical to the Buddha seen in the temple. Pang Bo, in particular, was afraid that what he had done in Yinghuo would lead to something unexpected.

"This fat guy, why does he leave a mark in front of the List of Gods? But then again, this old bald guy is indeed very powerful and can come and go from this place." The big black dog was indignant, but at the same time, he felt a little awe in his heart.

"There is another stone carving." Little Nannan pointed to the other side of the List of Gods again.

It was an old man riding a green ox, surrounded by purple air, and seemed to be floating towards the west. The image was vivid and lifelike.

"Who is this old man riding the cow? How dare he carve here?" asked the big black dog angrily.

"They have no sense of public morality. How can they scribble and write here? Do you two old fellows really think you are so heroic?" Heihuang muttered in dissatisfaction.

Zixia's heart moved, she recognized the old man on the stone carving: "This is Laozi." By chance, she once followed Laozi's footsteps for a period of time.

At this moment, Zixia closed her eyes and silently recited the Tao Te Ching in her heart. Her innate Tao fetus began to slowly operate, creating a wonderful resonance with the world. As she silently recited, the air around her seemed to become different, as if an invisible force was quietly gathering.

On the ground, purple light began to flicker gradually, and these lights condensed into purple cow hoof prints one after another. They gradually appeared like the imprint of heaven and earth, as if they were the traces that Laozi's blue cow had stepped on. These hoof prints followed a certain trajectory, winding forward, pointing to the direction of the mountain top.

As the hoof prints appeared, the image of the old man on the ox's back also began to slowly emerge. His face was kind and profound, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was contemplating the mysteries of the Tao. The Tao Qi flowing through his body was as surging as a river, appearing extremely distant and profound.

The old man rode on the green ox, leisurely moving towards the top of the mountain. His figure merged with the surrounding world, as if he was the incarnation of this world, and his existence itself was a manifestation of the great way.

Everyone was shocked and amazed at the scene. They seemed to be able to feel the aura of the Great Dao in Laozi, as well as his profound understanding and perception of the Great Dao. This road trodden by the hooves of the cow was not only a road to the top of the mountain, but also a road to the Great Dao.

"This road works!" Zixia opened her eyes, pointed at the hoof prints on the ground and the image of the old man, and said, "If we follow this road, we will reach the top of the mountain."

(End of this chapter)