The Divine Firmament Secret Realm was so vast that the visitors competing this time had yet to fully explore it.
For instance, only Xingnian knew where the wreckage of the time treasure ship, Flying Light, lay hidden.
Figures like Lu Qilang and Yuan Mengji had gone no farther than this divine mountain, and for now, their eyes too were confined to this place.
Xingnian had plotted for five hundred years, using the Divine Firmament gambit to accomplish his purpose. He tampered with the contents of The Buddha Speaks: Fifty-Eight Chapters, calculated the Flying Light within the Divine Firmament Secret Realm, calculated Zhu Yi's schemes and Tiger Taisui's arrangements, borrowed Lu Ximing's move, seized the treasure amid Ji Xingkong and Chan Fayuan's deadly struggle, and used the Ancient Calamity Mountain monks' summons to the Hearing Bell to take the bell.
He made something from nothing, rendering tangible the distance between Divine Firmament Land and The Present World. With Fountain of Youth water, he filled the Eternal Chasm. With the Hearing Treasure Boat, he shut out the power of divine decay and the endless perils within the Eternal Chasm—and even had Yuan Xianting see him off for a stretch...
This scheme, stretching over five hundred years, could not be called anything less than profoundly far-reaching.
Yet Mi Zhiben, who ranked the Heavenly List and judged the heroes of the realm, was an existence with the foremost calculating power among the heavenly demons of this age.
This world had never been any one person's private chessboard. Man calculated the tiger, and the tiger calculated man. Since ancient times, there had been no shortage of plotters.
At this moment, karma strangled and entwined, churning the Long River of fate. Heavenly Secret was utter chaos!
Xingnian understood it now. Five hundred years ago, when his