Overriding the Heaven

For the other cultivators of the Second Level of Pulse Condensation Stage, even if they had reached the Great Perfection Stage, it would still be very difficult for them to submerge their consciousness into their own sea of consciousness.    

    

Under normal circumstances, the spiritual sense of cultivators at this level was still too weak.    

    

But Chu Yan was different.    

    

Hua Muyan was also clear of this point, so she allowed himself to directly observe.    

    

Chu Yan responded as he closed his eyes and activated his consciousness.    

    

Soon, he saw three blood-red circles in the depths of his pitch black sea of consciousness.    

    

The difference from the last time was that this time around, there were a few thin golden lines on the surface of the three rings.    

    

These thin lines were obviously deliberately made by someone. They were curved and densely packed like tadpoles, yet they appeared very orderly at the same time.    

    

When others looked at it, they would feel a sense of strictness.    

    

Looking towards the bottom of the three blood colored circles, Chu Yan saw a blood-stained steel door, in the middle of a storm.    

    

The biting cold gale rumbled loudly. When it rubbed against the steel door, large sparks would even appear.    

    

Chu Yan didn't even doubt that if this violent wind really appeared in the mortal world, with just a slight blow, it would be able to split a person's flesh and turn him into a ghastly white bone.    

    

This was the monsoon from hell.    

    

In a normal person's sea of consciousness, there would never be such a terrifying thing.    

    

And this time, the Door of Hell had appeared in Chu Yan's sea of consciousness. Although it was temporarily suppressed by the restrictions, once it became ineffective, it would be hard to imagine what kind of destruction it would cause.    

    

Looking at the bloody steel door, Chu Yan could not help but frown.    

    

Just as he was planning to look more carefully, he suddenly heard Hua Muyan's voice once again.    

    

"Come back."    

    

The three words were like the morning bell, causing Chu Yan's heart to become calm and his eyes to light up.    

    

After a moment of realization, he found himself back in the pavilion.    

    

"Thank you teacher for stabilizing my restrictions." Chu Yan stood up and bowed without hesitation.    

    

When he first saw the golden lines on the three blood-colored hoops, he knew that it was due to his teacher's strengthening of the restrictions.    

    

Furthermore, if not for Hua Muyan waking him up in time, he might have really lurked closer to the door to hell to take a look.    

    

And once they got close to the Gates of Hell, they would definitely face the hell's monsoon, which could cause a person's bones to turn into ashes.    

    

With that thought, Chu Yan's heart jumped.    

    

Only now did he realize that his previous situation was a bit dangerous.    

    

"I've checked the restriction placed on you by the father of that demon beast. There's no problem. It seems that he really appreciates you." Hua Muyan said at this time.    

    

"He should be grateful to me for taking care of his child." Chu Yan laughed.    

    

"Yeah, but with that greater demon's status, if he used some underhanded means to deal with a cultivator at your level, it would indeed damage his reputation."    

    

Hua Muyan paused for a moment, before continuing: "You have seen the situation just now. I have helped you strengthen a layer of the restrictions, and because the restrictions were already strong enough, I can only be considered as adding oil to the fire.    

    

If there were no big surprises, then those three restrictions could last for 15 years.    

    

But you have to be prepared. In the next fifteen years, every five years, a layer of restrictions will disappear.    

    

Once the three of them completely disappear, it will be very difficult to control the Gates of Hell. "    

    

Hua Muyan's words reminded Chu Yan to be careful.    

    

But Chu Yan could hear the deeper meaning in his words.    

    

"Teacher means that it will be difficult to find a way to get rid of this Gates of Hell forever within fifteen years?" Chu Yan looked at Hua Muyan and asked.    

    

Hua Muyan did not immediately answer, but Chu Yan had already gotten his answer from the other party's expression.    

    

Chu Yan did not feel loss or fear; on the contrary, he was just a little surprised.    

    

After a long while, Hua Muyan nodded her head and said: "The path of the ghost road, if there are side branches, Xuefen will probably walk the right path of the ghost road.    

    

What Wang Shen set up on you might be a gathering of the wisdom and power of generations of Ghost Dao cultivators, so compared to others, it is indeed a little tricky. "    

    

After he finished speaking, Hua Muyan's tone changed as he said, "But you don't have to worry. After I see you for the moment, I will return to the sect to find a way.    

    

With the accumulation of so many years in the Shattered Star Pavilion, there must be a way to deal with it.    

    

"Apart from other things, the teachings of the founder back then were extremely majestic. Perhaps there are some methods in his letter and ancient records."    

    

"Alright, then I'll be troubling teacher." Chu Yan nodded.    

    

"Fifteen years isn't a short period of time, so you really don't need to worry. As long as the restrictions remain, your cultivation will not be affected."    

    

Hua Muyan reminded her again.    

    

However, just as he said that, he seemed to recall something and said: "Right, did this Gates of Hell allow you to gain any abilities?"    

    

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded his head, "After activating the body markings, you can pull out the Door of Hell. The Door of Hell can devour life."    

    

"Mm, use as little as possible." Hua Muyan muttered to herself for a moment, "Although I am not certain at the moment, but I feel that this ability, if used too much, would affect the restrictions.    

    

Stay in the Imperial City for the next few days and don't go out.    

    

I will see you again before you go to the Demon Burial Ground.    

    

At that time, I thought that I would be able to find a way to deal with it. "    

    

"Yes, thank you teacher." Chu Yan said gratefully.    

    

"You can go back first. If you have any questions, you can look for Qin Shi. During this time, she will be staying in the Royal Capital to manage everything." Hua Muyan said, and waved her hand at Chu Yan.    

    

A moment later, the white mist rose again.    

    

The line of sight in front of Chu Yan, was once again, enveloped.    

    

After a few breaths, he had returned to the outside of the great hall.    

    

The door to the hall closed, as if he had never pushed it open before.    

    

Chu Yan bowed to the hall once more, then turned and left.    

    

The information that he had obtained from seeing Hua Muyan this time, was basically within his expectations.    

    

The Gates of Hell would be hard to open within a short period of time, Chu Yan had already guessed that.    

    

After all, the Xuefen was the peak of ghost cultivators.    

    

If this peak could not make the Six Major Sects frown, then the Ghost Dao was not worthy of its name that caused the expressions of many cultivators to change.    

    

As for Hua Muyan telling Chu Yan to use the Gates of Hell as little as possible, Chu Yan didn't feel that it was regretful.    

    

With this ability, he didn't consider himself as having any sort of trump card.    

    

The ability to understand and be uncontrollable had never been something Chu Yan held in high regard.    

    

Although this Gates of Hell had the ability to help him kill enemies beyond the great realm.    

    

However, that would not be appropriate for Chu Yan who was acting like a goose that had plucked its feathers.    

    

If he killed a powerful enemy and couldn't get any benefits, then what was he supposed to do?    

    

Chu Yan admitted that he was not that kind of main character who was called "Long Ao Tian" in novels.    

    

Killing without any benefit, how stupid that would seem.    

    

Thinking about the conversation he had with his teacher that had just ended, Chu Yan walked towards the hall that Shen Qing was in.    

    

Before he could enter, he suddenly tilted his head and slowed his pace.