Welcome to My World (14)

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The Eight Sceneries Palace is majestic and solemn, exuding an aura of boundless height and vastness.

Zhang Fusheng peered through the crack in the door, and in that instant, only one thought occupied his mind.

Bright.

So bright!

He felt as if his eyes were about to be blinded.

From a higher-dimensional perspective, Old Ghost Chai and One-Eyed Black Eyes are no different from usual. If one had to say there is a difference...

There is a spiritual light in all five of Old Ghost Chai's internal organs, but only in his heart and spleen do the lights in his Black Eyes flash – this is probably the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera that they have discovered.

What truly alarmed Zhang Fusheng was the Miss Mingyue.

From this unique perspective, every inch of Miss Mingyue's skin, every inch of her flesh and bones, is crystal clear.

Her skin contained a rich jade color, and beneath her skin, flesh and bones radiated a dazzling light. Her internal organs were like a bright moon, and between her brows!

That single grain of cinnabar, that tiny dot at the Ancestral Aperture between the eyebrows, is like a blazing sun in the sky.

Its light shines throughout the four seas, five lakes, six lands, and eight directions!

"What are those?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his gaze shifting from the sun-like brow to the delicate heart of the Miss Mingyue.

Under sustained gaze,

The heart, as bright as the moon, became clearer, and Zhang Fusheng saw it blossom into fertile soil.

Is there a doll growing here?

No, it's not a doll, it's a fruit shaped like an infant.

"Um?"

"Ginseng Fruit?"

Is it a special physical condition?

No, that's not right. When I observed Chen Nuanyu's heart before, I didn't see it expand into a fertile field.

This fertile land does not exist within the heart; it is more like, more like, a true manifestation of the divine realm!

That seems to be the case.

Is it spiritual practice?

"Plant a Ginseng Fruit in the divine realm, and then reflect it in your heart?"

"No wonder she said she had lived for thousands of years."

"Is cultivating medicinal herbs a fifth or sixth level of cultivation? Or is it something even higher?"

Zhang Fusheng's expression turned slightly serious. That Ginseng Fruit looked extremely 'fresh and tender'. Where did Miss Mingyue obtain such Supreme Treasure?

The real Ginseng Fruit Tree in Five Villages Temple all have lightning-struck patterns, and Non-birth any fruit!

"Wait a minute, from a higher-dimensional perspective, why does Miss Mingyue look so flat?"

"Just like"

"A painting?"

After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Fusheng's mind raced. He realized he had already left the main hall, and the door slammed shut behind him.

However, even with his high-dimensional perspective covering a full forty meters, he could still glimpse the scene inside the house!

After he left.

"My lord," Black Eyes knelt on the ground, bowing to the woman whose features were like the moon and whose brows resembled the sun.

"Now is the perfect opportunity. The God of Plague has descended, Jiangzhou is isolated, and the souls of the dead will not be absorbed."

He said respectfully:

"Should we take this opportunity to slaughter all the remaining living people in the city and harvest their complete three souls and seven spirits?"

Beside him, Old Ghost Chai nodded in agreement:

"Yes, sir, you said that only living sacrifices or Flawless Soul can be offered incense."

"In that case, wouldn't you be able to take all the true souls of this city into the divine realm, so that they would worship you day and night, providing you with a continuous stream of incense offerings?"

Incense??

Zhang Fusheng's pupils contracted. In the myths of his previous life, incense was something that demons, Demons, gods, and Buddhas all needed to receive.

He saw the Miss Mingyue but scolded her:

"To steal souls and exploit offerings is the act of Outer Dao, and they shall be punished by Heaven."

Her voice gradually faded, as if she had thought of something, and finally she sighed softly.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

"Besides, since we can't get rid of the God of Plague without Niu Dali, how am I supposed to explain it to him when his will descends and the entire city is wiped out?"

Miss Mingyue said calmly:

"Since we cannot kill the one who holds a divine position for the time being, and we still need to seize the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, it is not the time to expose ourselves. I am merely a Grand Master."

During that period, Zhang Fusheng was forty meters away, and his perspective was forced to leave the main hall.

Zhang Fusheng peered through the crack in the door, his eyes darting around.

"Incense offerings, a complete soul, exposed."

His mind raced, but then another thought struck him.

The scene and objects behind the door collapsed into a dark and deep space, then immediately became colorful again; this time, it was an underground river.

It was when Niu Dali broke through to become Martial Arts Master, twisting his Blood Qi Beacon into the phantom of the Taotie beast,

Through a higher-dimensional perspective, Zhang Fusheng could clearly see that at the moment the illusory form of Taotie erupted, something indescribable flowed out from Niu Dali's Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows.

That substance travels along the blood vessels and flows throughout the body.

"Blood"

"Bloodline?"

Zhang Fusheng guessed that he would continue to quietly watch this past event, and then the moment when the Buddhist disciple would hold the Divine Scepter and shout "Mahakala!"

The Divine Scepter emitted a hazy, Immortal Light, reflecting the illusory image of Guanyin Bodhisattva's wrathful form, before piercing Divine Scepter Niu Dali's skull.

I wonder if it's just my imagination.

Zhang Fusheng noticed that the illusory scene of the Mahakala seemed to be slightly swaying and trembling.

He slipped through the crack in the door.

"What's the use of incense? And what exactly does this Miss Mingyue want to do by infiltrating the Western Sect?"

Sitting upright on the meditation cushion, I felt my status rise dramatically, experiencing a sense of overlooking all the mountains below.

Zhang Fusheng silently calculated:

"We can only take it one step at a time. If I really get her the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, is there a possibility that I'll be silenced?"

He was unaware of this; he simply got up, left the Eight Sceneries Palace, and returned to the Divine Realm.

The Second Senior Sister's soul stood woodenly on the wasteland, and she wasn't the only one.

There were also more than fifty complete souls, densely packed together, standing on the wasteland—those action team members and team leaders who had been killed by Zhang Fusheng's hammer.

"They are all complete souls."

He muttered to himself:

"If what Black Eyes said is true, I thought Second Senior Sister was an exception. I just wonder, where did the two souls and five spirits of those who died before go?"

Zhang Fusheng was not pleased by the existence of dozens of complete souls; instead, his expression became even more somber.

All of this confirmed my suspicion.

The Federation high command deployed something across the entire Mother Star that caused all the dead to lose two of their three souls and five of their seven spirits, leaving only a remnant soul.

As a result, the entire Mother Star became a giant breeding ground.

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin:

"Since their souls are intact, wouldn't it be a waste for me to forge flesh and blood bodies for them?"

"Can they be resurrected?"

Compared to the emaciated Ghastly Skeleton transformed from Dead Man's Bones —lacking self-awareness and combat skills, merely possessing the realm of their former selves—

A complete soul is undoubtedly one in heaven and one on earth.

Furthermore, the Ghastly Skeleton can only appear briefly in reality, but the soul of a person who has been resurrected may not be the same.

"Five Martial Arts Master, and fifty-one great martial artists who Twelve Refinements!"

"The most crucial thing is..."

"Incense."

With a thought, Zhang Fusheng could only Five Villages Temple on Longevity Mountain, which was beyond his control.

The desolate wasteland within the divine realm suddenly twisted and changed, transforming into a gloomy and desolate landscape.

Furthermore, a towering statue rises abruptly beside the magnificent Danxia landform of Longevity Mountain!

The face of the statue

It was naturally Zhang Fusheng's face.

He didn't know how to get these spirits to contribute so-called "incense offerings," so he just followed his understanding from his previous life.

"Well, I wonder how different it looks from the real underworld. It doesn't matter anyway; these people don't even know what the underworld is."

Finally, standing before the majestic statue of Wan Ren, Zhang Fusheng conjured up an image of a huge incense burner and rows of tables.

His figure faded away quietly, leaving the divine realm.

Welcome to my world.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The fifty-six complete souls, previously dull, stiff, and frozen, were all freed from their constraints.

Their self-awareness slowly returned.

Where is this?

A series of translucent souls looked around blankly— Chen Yuque, Zhou Muneo, and Lin Xiaocao.

Chen Yuque subconsciously wanted to touch her forehead, but felt a strange sensation. She suddenly looked at her hands—they were semi-transparent.

"I am dead."

"Yes, I was killed by Zhang Fusheng."

She looked around blankly and saw other translucent souls, just like herself, all looking equally bewildered.

An indescribable liquid Rosy Clouds flowed across the sky.

As for the earth?

Dead trees, black soil, cracked surfaces, deathly silence.

Far, far away, at the very edge of this shattered world

A magnificent scene that can be vaguely seen in the distance.

It is a giant cauldron of oil, scalding countless vengeful ghosts and the dead; it is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire; it is a dense iron forest hung with the wailing of the dead.

Eighteen distinct regions rise high on the horizon.

In each scene, countless ghosts and spirits are being tortured!

Further beyond, there lies a vast, indescribably majestic gate, solemn and shrouded in primordial chaos.

The chaotic energy churned and rolled, and in the hazy distance, many souls came and went.

Above it, there appear to be three solemn characters: [Ghost Gate Pass]!

Where is this?

Is this the afterlife?

A spirit murmured, and they continued to look around, seeing a majestic sacred mountain.

A great river lies across the mountains—flowing from east to west, seemingly splitting the world in two.

Unidentified flowers bloom profusely along the riverbank, while corpses and the cries of the dead float in the river. As for the surface of the river...

There is a huge broken bridge, and next to the broken bridge stands a stone tablet.

The word "Naihe" is written in the letter.

Some spirits tried to approach the river, but screamed and retreated in terror; others pointed towards the surging river:

"What is that?!"

Chen Yuque glanced over instinctively.

In front of the river,

There is a statue that soars into the clouds.

The statue is towering, clad in a majestic robe, topped with a twelve-tasseled crown, its face half compassionate and half wrathful. Hmm?

Chen Yuque subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes, but found that even with her hands covering her eyes, her gaze could still penetrate them.

"Yes"

She spoke in a trembling voice:

"Junior Disciple Brother?"

That towering, imposing statue was none other than the face of my Junior Disciple Brother!

"It's him!!" someone exclaimed from among the dozens of dead souls.

Chen Yuque's gaze fell upon the huge statue, where there was a hundred-foot-long incense burner, a small table in front of it, and an ancient stone tablet.

The stone tablet exudes an immortal and indestructible charm, seemingly destined to endure for countless years and ages.

It is covered with densely packed characters.

Chen Yuque and the other dozens of souls rushed towards the immortal stone tablet.

She looked at the inscription on the stone tablet, which appeared to be carved by an ancestor—was it a memorial text?

Chen Yuque read it aloud without thinking.

"I humbly submit that I am the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate."

"He holds the position of the Underworld, governs the Netherworld, controls the balance of life and death in the mortal realm, and oversees the records of good and evil, right and wrong."

"Your Majesty, the divine power and holy judgment are witnessed by Heaven and Earth. The living receive your protection, and the dead are granted salvation. The Six Caves, Seven Palaces, Nine Heavens, Ten Earths all submit to you."

The spirits stared blankly as they finished reading the eulogy, their eyes lingering on the two lines of small print at the end.

"The Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, descends to the mortal realm to personally experience the Mortal World."

"We have knelt and bowed three hundred million times, and sung your praises six hundred million times. Now, the Heavenly Venerable has finally come to observe the Nine Netherworlds again in the mortal world. With the Heavenly Venerable's mercy, we have finally entered the cycle of reincarnation and been reborn."

"How blessed I am!"

This concludes the eulogy.

"Is this truly the underworld?" a spirit murmured, trembling.

Chen Yuque stared at the words "Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate descends to the mortal world to personally experience the Mortal World," speechless.

For a long time.

Zhang Fusheng

"Is it a deity descended to earth??"

She murmured to herself, suddenly feeling a sense of unease. Could that explain why he had cultivated so quickly?

With the body gone, the Malevolent Energy that clouded his mind also vanished.

Memories of the past flooded my mind, and various overlooked details came to mind at this moment.

She suddenly gave a bitter smile:

How could I have done something so stupid?

A long silence followed.

The souls of the dead bowed before the towering statue, reciting the eulogy and singing its praises, again and again.

They don't know if praying 300 million times and chanting 600 million times will truly lead to 'reincarnation' or 'rebirth'.

But that's what I did.

Because they saw, on the other side of the insurmountable river, in the distance, there were also towering statues, and before them, countless souls of the dead worshipped.

As far as the eye can see, it is densely packed and seemingly endless.

Fifty-six souls bowed and chanted 'Central Extreme Cult Master Great Emperor of the Underworld,' and 'Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate.'

Not devout, not sincere.

But sometimes, some things, as you talk about them and keep reciting them, you start to believe them completely and become devout.

Jiangzhou.

Inside the small house, Zhang Fusheng sat quietly cross-legged on the bed, introspectively examining his internal organs—having absorbed the life force of five Martial Arts Masters.

Although he briefly regained consciousness after the Malevolent Energy subsided, he did not immediately put his mouth on the entrails.

However, Zhang Fusheng still managed to glean some special substances from these signs of life, which allowed him to rudimentarily explore the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera.

However, progress is extremely slow.

"I still need the Five Elements Great Medicine after all."

He focused intently on uncovering the Spleen's Great Secret, repeatedly attempting to break free from its shackles, yet a bitter smile played on his lips.

"But let's forget about Artificial Great Medicine."

He truly could not accept cannibalism.

I don't know how much time has passed, or whether it was day or night.

'Knock knock knock'

There was a knock on the door.

Zhang Fusheng stepped forward, opened the door, and saw a young Western Sect, head bowed, respectfully standing there.

"My lord, it's noon. Would you like to have lunch?"

"Given this situation, is there still food?"

"Yes, some of the ingredients survived, untouched by the human tentacles of the great God of Plague."

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced for a moment before he realized that the believer was referring to the threads of flesh and blood.

He shrugged.

"Have something to eat."

Although he no longer needs food supplies, Zhang Fusheng feels that he still needs to eat and live like a normal person.

If one becomes utterly inhuman and dominated by Malevolent Energy, what's the point of living?

Wouldn't that turn you into a complete monster?

"Yes, sir." The believer bowed, maintaining a bent-over, cupped-hands posture, and moved backward in small steps, facing Zhang Fusheng.

"Western Sect."

Zhang Fusheng pondered to himself, "Although it's Evil Qi and its doctrines are distorted, it's still Daoism after all."

I'll have to try and see if I can learn anything from it.

His first thought was of divination—when he sat upright on the futon in the Eight Sceneries Palace, his status was dramatically elevated.

Although the specifics are unknown, one can imagine that such a high position, overlooking all things in heaven and earth, might be somewhat useful for divination.

"Brother Zhang!"

A refined voice came from behind him. Zhang Fusheng turned his head and saw Kong Dongyan, with a trembling Jiang Shutong beside him.

The humble manners of a refined young man:

"Kong Dongyan has come to pay his respects to Brother Zhang."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, just as he was about to say something, when a roaring sound came from afar.

I looked up and gazed into the distance.

That is...

In the center of the city, vast stretches of flesh and blood converge, winding upwards and intertwining to form a massive monument of flesh and blood, seven or eight hundred meters high!

On the monument, countless blood-red threads intertwined and twisted, forming one enormous character after another.

"Divine Oracle!" exclaimed the worshipper who brought the food. "How could Divine Oracle have been sent down!"

Further away, Old Ghost Chai's astonished voice also came over.

"The Divine Descent will be completed tomorrow, slaying the plague. Venerable God, why expend such a great cost to issue a Divine Oracle?"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

On that enormous flesh-covered monument, the characters formed from intertwined flesh and blood gradually became clearer.