Name: I Shall Seal the Heavens
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If I want something, the heavens better have it. If I don’t want something, the heavens better not have it! This is a story which originates between the Eighth and Ninth Mountains, a world in which “My fate is to seal the heavens like a demon!”

Meng Hao

After sometime in the Reliance Sect, Meng Hao acquired the legacy of the League of Demon Sealers becoming the final Ninth Generation Demon Sealer.

Meng Hao was on his way to becoming the Immortal but due to the interference of Allheaven in the form of a war that lead to the destruction of the Mountain and Sea Realm, he choose to defile himself; starting his path to becoming the Demon.

Within the enormous flower, exists a world that is divided into two parts: a world of fire and the other is a world of ice. The cold and scalding temperature of this realm is such that it would frighten even 9-essences cultivators. Its inhabitants range from 3,000 meter tall wild beasts to giant cultivators to mist-bodied beings. In the icy world, numerous cities abound that are rather enormous.

Located in the middle of these worlds, is a warm place suitable for habitation. To describe the two parts of this world, one would be icy blue and the other, a fiery red. And in the middle are the green plains. Burning lava flowed within the fire-world, tinging the sky above it crimson. Any one, even Paragons, would immediately turn to ashes if they mindlessly approach this part of the realm.

Ice-Fire Realm

The Ice-Fire Realm is a realm within the Vast Expanse. As insinuated by its name, this is a realm of both ice and fire. This realm is located within an enormous flower that only opens every few thousand years for one sixty-year-cycle, after which will close again.

Prologue

The State of Zhao was a very small nation. Like other small nations in the lands of South Heaven, its people admired the Great Tang in the Eastern Lands, and they admired Chang’an. Not only did the king carry this admiration, all scholars in the State of Zhao did. They could see it, almost as if they stood atop the Tower of Tang in the capital city, oh so far away.

This April was neither extremely cold, nor scorching hot. Light winds caressed the land, passing the Qiang Di flutes of the Northern Reaches, blowing over the lands of the Great Tang. Under the twilight sky, it lifted the fog-like dust, then swirling, twisting, reached Mount Daqing in the State of Zhao. Then it fell onto a young man who sat there on the mountaintop.

He was a lean young man, holding a bottle gourd and wearing a clean blue scholar’s robe. He appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen. He was not tall, and his skin was somewhat dark, but his bright eyes sparkled with intelligence. And yet, all his intelligence seemed to be hidden by the frown on his face. He seemed lost.

“Failed again…” He sighed. His name was Meng Hao, an average student from Yunjie County, which lay at the foot of the mountain. Years ago, his parents went missing, and did not leave much behind in the way of assets. Education was expensive, so he was almost completely broke.

“I’ve taken the Imperial exams three years in a row. In all that time, I read books written by the sages until I wanted to throw up. Maybe that isn’t the path for me after all.” Filled with self-deprecation, he looked down at the gourd bottle, his eyes bleak.

“My dream of becoming an official and getting rich just keeps getting farther and farther away. I might as well forget about trying to reach the Great Tang… How useless to be a student.” He laughed bitterly. Sitting there on the silent mountaintop, gazing at the bottle gourd in his hand, he looked increasingly lost. He began to feel fear. What would he do in the future? Where would he go?

Perhaps a high-ranking official would take an interest in him, or a beautiful young maiden. Or would he continue to take the exams, year after year?

There were no answers to the questions. He was but a teenager, and this feeling of being lost had devoured him like a giant invisible mouth. He truly felt afraid.

“Even the teachers in town can only make a few pieces of silver. That’s worse than Uncle Wang’s carpenter shop. If I’d realized that earlier, I could have learned some carpentry skills from him. At least then I wouldn’t be starving like I am now.” He grew silent for a while.

“I don’t have much food or money left at home. I owe Steward Zhou three pieces of silver. What am I going to do?” He raised his head and looked up at the sky, blue and grand. It was so large you could not see its ends. Much similar to how he could not see his future.

After a while, Meng Hao shook his head and took out a slip of paper from his robe. He read it carefully, placed it in the gourd bottle, then stood up and threw the gourd down the mountain.

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