Chinese Superman

Chapter 143 Nine Netherworld Suppressing Diagram, Ten Directions Patrol Seal

"So, were those beings ancient gods?"

"Does 'outside the pass' refer to the territory of the Old Gods?"

Xia Xinghan slowly opened his eyes, a lingering sense of shock in them.

Even with my current strength—I feel a chill run down my spine. That thing is something that current human civilization cannot shake.

"Is this the kind of being Mother Earth is facing? That's incredible!"

One against ten, and he can still be a carry?

Xia Xinghan shook his head.

His instincts told him that if that finger were pressed down, the earth would shatter into pieces without a sound.

Even if the solar system were destroyed, it would be as easy as a slap!

How can we fight like this?

In the face of the "Old Gods," they are like a blade of grass in the King's Canyon, not even worthy of being called minions.

One word: outrageous!

Xia Xinghan did not describe what he saw to Qingluan, but said in a deep voice: "Close the passage. Do not mention today's events to anyone."

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However, it's hard to mention, as Qinglian had barely left the cave before forgetting all about Hangu Pass.

Although Qingluan was full of doubts, seeing his master's unprecedentedly solemn expression, he immediately withdrew the power of the mountain lord as instructed.

The purple aura path slowly dissipated, and the golden ripples on the stone wall faded away, eventually returning to the cold, ordinary inscribed stone wall, as if nothing had ever happened.

Leave the cave.

Xia Xinghan activated his communication bracelet and contacted Mr. Qian immediately.

Although he knew that Mr. Qian couldn't remember, he still wanted to hear Mr. Qian's opinion.

When the call connected, he briefly described the Hangu Pass and what he had seen.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, so long that Xia Xinghan thought the signal had been lost.

Finally, Qian Lao's stern voice rang out: "Xinghan, this matter—is far beyond our current understanding. Listen to me, immediately cease all actions against [Hangu Pass]."

Exploration and observation.

"That's something we can't handle at this stage, and we shouldn't even know about it prematurely. The best response is to ignore it. Don't observe it, and absolutely do not attempt to leave the pass again. Forget about it—for now."

"I see."

Xia Xinghan responded in a deep voice.

Qian's attitude confirmed his judgment.

"Yes, it's good that you understand. Focus on the present; the inheritance of martial arts is the foundation." After saying that, Old Qian hung up the phone.

However, just as she put down the phone and was about to record the key points of the call, Qian Jiang's hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

He frowned, a moment of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"What was I just about to do?"

He muttered to himself, feeling as if a newly formed memory fragment in his mind had been gently erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.

"Oh, right, it's time to make a cup of tea."

He shook his head, put down his pen, turned and walked to the tea set, and began to boil water with a normal expression.

The content of the phone call between Hangu Pass and Xia Xinghan had completely disappeared from his consciousness, leaving not a ripple.

Checking the call logs was also futile, because any keywords related to "Hangu Pass" in the call logs had already been interfered with, replaced, and erased by some force, turning into a series of meaningless quotation marks.

at the same time.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Xinghan habitually reinforced the memory anchor of [Hangu Pass] in his mind, but then he was horrified to find that his memory of that "Old God's Finger" was becoming blurred and fading rapidly at an alarming speed.

This isn't due to some kind of "barrier of understanding," but simply because—the amount of information is just too much!

Just like when an ordinary person sees a long and complicated English text, they may retain an impression at first glance, but they will quickly forget it after turning around.

The sheer volume of "data and information" contained in a single finger of an ancient god far surpasses that of a complete Earth, which carries billions of species and endless mountains and rivers!

Fortunately, it was Xia Xinghan's super brain.

If it were an ordinary person, even if they only caught a glimpse of one ten-thousandth of the appearance of the Old God's finger out of the corner of their eye, their sea of ​​consciousness would be instantly filled with a massive amount of information, as if they had been struck by the [Boundless Void].

No, it should be said that his brain exploded!

"Although I'm only three years old and my brain is still developing rapidly, the sheer amount of information stored in this super brain is enough to contain complete information about that finger. Just how big is it?"

Xia Xinghan felt a chill run down his spine.

The human brain has a storage capacity between 1TB and 2.5PB, while Xia Xinghan's super brain can store 100EB.

1EB = 1024PB, 1PB = 1024TB!

A difference of nearly hundreds of thousands of times!

Even so, he still couldn't remember a single finger of the Old Gods.

"Garlic Bird has no plans to explore the [outside the pass] again in the near future. If you can't remember it, let it fade away."

Xia Xinghan stopped pressuring and allowed the super brain to naturally fade the memory of the [Old God's Finger].

What should we not forget?

It takes up a lot of memory!

Zhongnan Mountain, Louguantai.

The night was as dark as ink, and the Milky Way hung low.

Xia Xinghan sat alone on the high platform, his breath calm and serene, blending into the mountain night.

He has activated the "50% power automatic training mode" and is currently focusing his mind on integrating the various martial arts techniques he created by observing the relics recently.

First and foremost, of course, is the Song Dynasty Ding ware white-glazed child-shaped pillow.

"Dreams are the shadow of reality, and reality is the foundation of dreams —"

He closed his eyes and concentrated, deducing and integrating from the mysterious perspectives of consciousness projection and spiritual dimension, and finally obtained two martial arts.

First, a national treasure – "The Sun and Moon in My Pillow".

This method can weave dreams, pull people into illusions, attack the mind and spirit of the enemy in the interplay of reality and illusion, and can also construct mental barriers.

Secondly, a masterpiece of enduring value – "Zhuangzi's Dream of a Butterfly".

This is a technique of consciousness projection. The spirit can transform into a butterfly and leave the body to roam the void. If the other party is willing, it can even temporarily control their body.

What's even more mysterious is its ability to "rebound".

The saying goes, "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and the butterfly could also dream of being Zhuang Zhou." If faced with a dream-entry attack, this method can pull in the opposite direction, dragging the caster into a deeper layer of consciousness, forming a dream corridor like Inception, letting them play with themselves.

Following that was what I learned from observing the Chencang Stone Drums.

The ten stone drums are engraved with stories of pre-Qin imperial tours, and their characters are vigorous and powerful, with a magnificent style.

With ten drums in formation, they patrolled the four directions, demarcated territories, and guarded the eight wastelands.

Xia Xinghan used his fingers as a brush to trace the seal script of the Stone Drum Inscriptions in the air. Each stroke caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble slightly, and faint phantom images of golden spears and iron horses roaming the heavens and earth flashed by.

"There are ten stone drums, representing the purpose of imperial tours—why not call them the 'Ten Directions Imperial Tour Seals'?"

Previously, the Ye family was destroyed, and all ten [Chencang Stone Drums] had been taken into the national treasury. Xia Xinghan made a special trip to observe all ten drums before creating this national-level martial art.

Once printed, it will pacify the nine wastelands and ten directions!

What?

It's too difficult, I can't learn it?

It's alright. Xia Xinghan, the Martial Ancestor, also knew that this method was difficult and not everyone could learn it. Therefore, he also deduced simplified versions of "Ten Directions Seal" and "Embracing Mountain Seal".

At that time, they will all be included in the [Martial God Hall] exchange list, benefiting all beings.

Hmm—the job of filming the video still needs to be handed over to Xiang Xiaohu.

Finally, there are forty-nine [tomb guardian beasts].

Xia Xinghan combined his own gravitational field to develop a national-level array formation—the "Nine Netherworld Suppressing Mystery Diagram"!

Once the gravitational field is deployed and this diagram is completed, a powerful forbidden domain can be formed, greatly suppressing all "alien forces" within its range.

Even the cunning tactics of Master Guo, who operates in the shadows while the enemy is in the open, can be restrained and cannot be used in the Nine Netherworld Suppressing Mystery Diagram.

The logic is simple: it's a rule-based approach, right?

I won't look for ways to restrain you; I'll just make it unusable for you!

One picture can solve all problems!

Similarly, there is a simplified version of this formation that can be used by multiple people to attack together. Although it is not as domineering as the sealing power of the [Tomb Guardian Beast] itself, it is still a way to overcome the strong with the weak.

After integrating the newly created high-level martial arts, Xia Xinghan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. As his thoughts drifted, he felt as if he had all the martial arts in the world under his control and possessed an invincible aura.

The Heaven-Destroying Seal, the Nine Netherworld Suppressing Diagram, the Sun and Moon in the Pillow, Zhuangzi's Butterfly Dream, the Ten Directions Patrol Seal —

These profound martial arts techniques, if learned just one of them, would make one virtually invincible among those of the same level, let alone Xia Xinghan, who has mastered them all!

Without the Holy One's intervention, who can stand against him?

Wait a minute—you're the Holy Master, right? Come on, let's spar a bit!

however.

This tiny glimmer of self-satisfaction had barely risen when it was abruptly extinguished by an inexplicable chill.

He paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

It seems—something extremely important and extremely dangerous has been forgotten?

A certain area in my mind is completely empty. I know that a thrilling memory should be stored there, but I can't grasp anything from it.

Yes, it's outside the Great Wall!

He didn't force the memory anchors, but let it fade naturally—this in itself is the clearest signal:

That forgotten sight is taboo!

It is something that cannot be peered at, cannot be understood, and is at least currently absolutely untouchable.

The alarm bells rang loudly in my heart.

The slight ripples that had just been stirred by the newly created martial arts style subsided instantly, returning to calm and prudence.

"Still a long way off—"

"Imitating Zhang Zhenren's state of mind is indeed inferior to genuine self-cultivation; it's too easy to 'break the spell.'"

Xia Xinghan's thoughts stirred, and his eyes lost all pride, replaced only by an increasingly determined pursuit and clear-headedness.

No matter how powerful the martial arts one creates, they are merely steps on the path of ascent, not the destination.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

Besides Superman, there are also the Old Gods.

[Outside the pass]!

[Taboo]!

It requires constant practice and cannot be neglected.

With his mind made up, he drew a circle in front of him with his fingers like a sword, and softly chanted, "The Pillow Book—Enter the Dream!"

An invisible wave rippled outwards, its target being several of his personal disciples who were either resting or cultivating in various places in the Zhongnan Mountains.

Pure white, boundless.

Beside the secluded mountain spring, Qingluan was lying on his favorite mossy rock, practicing the "Turtle Breathing True Mystery Technique" while facing the reflected stars and moon. Suddenly, he felt the surrounding scenery ripple like water, the colors faded, and then he found himself in a vast expanse of pure white.

"? Master's brought us in for special training again?"

She blinked her small eyes, but wasn't flustered, after all, it wasn't the first time.

A series of white lights flashed by.

The white crane, carrying frost, landed gracefully, its long neck circling as it spoke in a cool, human voice from its beak: "The night is just right. I was about to review my sword techniques, but Master is in such a hurry."

Tiger Mountain Lord scratched at the "ground" impatiently and growled, "Roar—I patrolled the mountain during the day and just fought with the intruders. Can't a tiger even rest at night?"

It looked around but didn't see anyone. It said in a muffled voice, "Senior Sister is the clever one. She said she had to attend to matters of the Martial God Hall before it got dark and slipped out of Zhongnan Mountain."

In the dream, several of the direct disciples, who had not yet mastered human language, were able to "speak" and communicate without any obstacles.

"Hehe, the boss is calling, there's bound to be a fight! I'm all fired up!" Xiang Xiaohu's figure flashed into view.

The kid's eyes were shining; far from being sleepy, he was excitedly rubbing his hands together.

He was a true martial arts fanatic. Even though he was beaten up countless times by Xia Xinghan in his dreams, he still looked forward to it every time and became more and more courageous in battle.

"Hiss~ Hiss~"

The enormous body of the Azure Dragon silently coiled up, remaining taciturn, merely nodding slightly and flicking its tongue as a greeting.

Finally, Da Bao appeared, still a little confused, holding half a piece of virtual bamboo.

It looked around blankly: "Huh? Is it time to eat? Or is it time for another run?!"

At that moment, in the center of the pure white space.

Xia Xinghan's figure materialized from the ethereal, his white training uniform spotless.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over his disciples.

"Master!"

The disciples (beasts) quickly bowed in greeting.

Xia Xinghan nodded slightly, without saying much, but simply raised his right hand, which was not behind his back, and gently pressed it down.

"Boom!"

The entire pure white space seemed to hear the decree of the Creator, emitting a deep and grand roar.

The pure white "ground" beneath their feet instantly solidified, and amidst the tremors, a wide, bluish-gray arena was raised.

The surrounding white light condensed and transformed into towering beams and pillars.

Then, weapon racks, stone locks, and wooden dummy stakes appeared out of thin air one after another!

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