Leaving Jiangzhou, the Buddha's Son Offers a Treasure

Zhang Fusheng himself had no idea where he was.

Behind us, Jiangzhou City was reduced to a tiny dot.

"What a tragedy! What a tragedy!!"

He sighed and looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight in the desolate mountains and wilderness!

No money, no cell phone

Zhang Fusheng could only determine direction by the position of the sun, but it was no use!

He decided to multitask, digging into the Spleen's Great Secret while walking across this barren land.

They walked until dusk.

"No, I need to find someone to save me!"

Zhang Fusheng was going crazy, but where could he even begin to look?

Enraged, he sprinted forward, creating sonic booms—double the speed of sound, triple the speed of sound, five times the speed of sound!

Ten minutes.

Zhang Fusheng ran for over a thousand kilometers.

A strange thing happened: for thousands of kilometers, there were only mountains and rivers. Not to mention cities, there wasn't even a small town, a village, or a single person!

This is completely illogical.

"Here it is?"

He ran at full speed for another ten minutes before stopping.

Ahead lies a river, about a thousand feet wide, rushing ceaselessly, its water so clear that one can see the riverbed hundreds of meters deep.

But not a single fish could be seen in the river.

There were only skeletons, all kinds of skeletons—birds, beasts, and people.

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine. At the level of Perfection spiritual attainment, even before the autumn wind blows, the cicadas sense it.

He felt a faint stinging sensation, like when he was a child, when he was targeted by a sniper rifle and was very weak.

However, this time the stinging sensation was felt all over the body.

There's a problem.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, then planted his left foot into the mud and pushed off with all his might!

Large swaths of mud and rocks were thrown out with a roar, but just before they reached the river surface, they suddenly froze for a moment, and then fell down in clusters!

That's really strange.

I'm outta here!

Zhang Fusheng turned and ran without hesitation.

He realized something was wrong with this wasteland, and to avoid getting lost again, he decided to turn back and run for twenty minutes.

They stopped walking when they could vaguely see half of the blood-red eggshell.

Dust billowed behind them.

"Huh?" Zhang Fusheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "I'm a genius!"

He started running far away, circling around Jiangzhou City. Surely, if he ran all the way around, he could see the train tracks leaving Jiangzhou?

When the time comes, just follow the track!

However.

I drove a long distance around Jiangzhou, completing a full lap.

A terrifying thing happened.

There is no railway.

No.

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine, increasingly sensing that something was amiss. When he traveled to Longzhou City, he clearly took a train, passing through mountains and lakes along the way.

But what about the railway?

Even if it were damaged or demolished, it would inevitably leave traces, but there isn't a single trace left!

The mountains and fields are covered with lush, verdant vegetation.

"I refuse to believe this!"

Zhang Fusheng hardened his heart, slightly bent his legs, and then his body suddenly sank!

'Buzz!'

A white shockwave exploded outwards, cracking the ground violently, and then it surged forward with tremendous force!

The already cracked earth was suddenly torn open, with fissures crisscrossing everywhere!

Zhang Fusheng was like a divine bird soaring into the sky, whistling as he rose up, piercing through the clouds and mist, leaping one or two thousand meters in a single bound!

He looked around in the sky and could only see half a blood-red eggshell before it crashed down, smashing into the ground and creating a deep crater, billowing with dust!

"I don't believe in this nonsense anymore."

"Again!"

This time, Zhang Fusheng used all his strength, shattering the rocks Earth Collapse, and shot towards the sky like a divine arrow!

Three thousand meters, four thousand meters, five thousand meters!

The air gradually became thinner.

At an altitude of 8,000 meters, Zhang Fusheng suddenly activated [Scattered Bones Form], and his body seemed to float in the air like a soul, gazing into the distance.

The mountains continued to stretch endlessly.

My scalp feels a little numb.

In his pseudo-soul form, he can fly.

Zhang Fusheng simply continued to fly upwards, and then upwards again.

10,000 meters, 20,000 meters, 30,000 meters

Everything seemed increasingly insignificant beneath his feet. Zhang Fusheng gazed into the distance, but still saw nothing but mountains and rivers.

Something's not right.

Something's definitely not right.

Zhang Fusheng scanned the area with his divine sense, confirming that he had not been incorporated into any divine realm, and then gazed into the distance.

On the distant horizon, a negligible arc could be seen.

I'm already 60,000 meters in the air.

"Our Mother Star is much larger than I imagined."

80,000 meters.

90,000 meters.

One hundred thousand meters.

At an altitude of 100,000 meters and 100 kilometers, the Sky Eye Satellite is already at its altitude, but above it is still the sky, not outer space.

Everything below was now blurred.

"What a ghost!" He even saw a brand-new Sky Eye Satellite, which was probably relaunched just before the upheaval in Jiangzhou City!

Zhang Fusheng is still floating upwards.

'Thump!'

He felt a sharp pain on his head and bumped into something.

I looked up, but I couldn't see anything.

"I'm currently in a pseudo-soul form," Zhang Fusheng said, reaching out and touching a barrier above his head.

But the eyes could see nothing; the sky remained an endless expanse!

He floated horizontally, his hand remaining on the transparent obstacle, finally confirming that the obstacle was not just a small piece.

Instead, it blocked off the entire sky!

After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Fusheng floated to the location of the Sky Eye Satellite, stepped on it, solidified his body, and suddenly exerted his strength!

The satellite beneath their feet exploded into fragments.

Using this force, he shot upwards like a cannonball, transforming into a rotting giant in mid-air and unleashing a triple burst of True Intention power!

'Thump!!'

A loud, muffled thud, and a visible ripple spread through the clear air.

A fine crack.

The sky has cracked open.

Although the crack was fleeting, he could still see it clearly.

Zhang Fusheng fell to the ground.

The ground shook violently, and smoke and dust blotted out the sun.

"What on earth is going on?!" Zhang Fusheng cursed.

Longzhou City.

Qingshan Hotel – formerly Ping'an Hotel.

"Have you seen the news?" In the second-floor restaurant, Zhu Xiaoming's face was scrunched up, a look of apprehension on his face.

"Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou has been invaded by a cult, and the entire city is out of contact."

The noise suddenly quieted down. At the three or four large round tables, people were sitting all from Jiangzhou—most of them had been brought out in captivity.

Old Master Wang Zhang Fusheng's close classmate in junior and senior high school, and also a teacher with whom he had a good relationship.

Also included are the families of Zhu Xiaoming, Lu Yao, and others.

Zhu Xiaoming anxiously dialed a number, and after a long while, he dejectedly put the phone down.

"Still can't get through."

"Old Zhang... he's gone missing."

A little girl sitting next to me bit her lip and whispered:

"Zhang Fusheng can foresee danger, he must be alright, right?"

She was Zhang Fusheng's deskmate in junior high school, and she seemed somewhat dejected at the moment.

Zhu Xiaoming shook his head blankly and looked at his father:

"Dad, what do you want to say?"

Zhu Dashan shook his head, his gaze falling on a silent six-fingered woman. The woman wiped her mouth and said softly:

"The boss gave me your list the day before the incident."

She looked around:

"You survived because of the boss—so how could anything happen to the boss?"

The clear voice echoed through the restaurant. People looked at each other, some sighing, some lost in thought, and most were still somewhat dazed and incredulous.

People you've known for years or even longer can suddenly transform into incredibly important figures.

Old Master Wang shouted:

"Little Fusheng is absolutely fine! One day when I was sleeping, the walls of my house crumbled to dust—I remember it very clearly, I saw Little Fusheng standing in the dust, he must have hit him!"

Lu Mingzhu lowered her head slightly.

Only she knew that the boss thought the big change wouldn't happen until the end of the month.

She sighed, her expression complicated.

Footsteps could be heard outside the restaurant.

"Lu Mingzhu, it's been a long time." A soft voice came from behind. The diners and Lu Mingzhu looked up.

He was a middle-aged man who appeared calm yet exuded an indescribable air of authority. Leaning on a cane, he commanded respect without raising his voice.

"Mr. Du?" Lu Mingzhu jumped up warily.

Du Mingsheng smiled as he sized up the woman before him, and said calmly:

"I took over the Ping'an Hotel and didn't change a thing. Does it look familiar? Because so many people died, it hasn't had many guests."

He calmly looked around:

"I heard that you all came from Jiangzhou the day before yesterday, and even took the last train leaving the city before the upheaval in Jiangzhou."

"I, Du, would like to ask, what exactly happened in Jiangzhou?"

The crowd looked at each other, none of them able to answer. Some instinctively turned their gaze to Zhu Xiaoming.

Du Mingsheng walked over and looked the bald boy up and down:

"Young man."

He asked kindly:

"Do you know anything? And how did you manage to leave together so precisely before the Jiangzhou Incident?"

"There must be a key figure in this, Mr. Zhang Fusheng, right?"

Zhu Xiaoming subconsciously stood up, feeling a bit short of breath and unable to speak. The middle-aged man in front of him had an incredibly powerful aura.

Lu Yao and Zhong Yue, suppressing their fear, approached and stood together beside Zhu Xiaoming.

Du Mingsheng raised an eyebrow, not paying much attention. It was indeed related to Wang Yuan Zhang Fusheng; that young man had been... no,

To be precise, being Shi Zhengyuan likely indicates a close connection with the Lingshan lineage.

It's even quite possible that this is the clue he's been waiting for in Longzhou City for over a decade—the clue to the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron.

Du Mingsheng's mind began to stir.

The Mandala System had actually located Shi Zhengyuan long ago, but hadn't taken action because they were certain he didn't know the whereabouts of the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron).

But as long as Shi Zhengyuan exists, people from the Spirit Mountain System will definitely come to contact him, and among them, perhaps some will know where the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron went.

He was ordered to secretly monitor this place for more than ten years.

Now, regarding the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron,

Du Mingsheng increasingly concerned, and the reason was simple: this was Supreme Treasure capable of summoning the true form of a deity to descend from Different Dimension!

If offered to the Heavenly Venerable

One is dedication, the other is a gift.

He looked again at the nervous bald boy, reached out his hand, and smiled as he wanted to touch the boy's bald head.

"Don't touch it." Another voice rang out.

Du Mingsheng's expression darkened, and he coldly turned his head to look around. In Longzhou City, not many people dared to... Uh...?

A handsome young man strolled over lazily, wearing Robe sewn with bone fragments.

"My future Vajra Guardian, I've come to take you into the fold."

The handsome young man didn't recognize Du Mingsheng; he simply walked up to Zhu Xiaoming and praised him.

"What a cool bald head!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Du Mingsheng's forehead.

Another person walked in from outside the restaurant. Du Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed to the newcomer.

"Governor Wang."

A slight murmur rippled through the crowd. The regent?

The handsome young man glanced curiously at the old man but ignored him, Shi Zhengyuan's pupils to contract slightly.

He had come here specifically to check on the situation after learning that there were people fleeing from Jiangzhou, but he never expected...

Old Shi lowered his eyelids, concealing a deep-seated murderous intent.

Buddhist disciples of the Mandala System

He cautioned himself against acting impulsively. The Buddhist disciple's cultivation was not high, only at the level of Martial Arts Master, but he was a direct disciple of a deity and carried countless Supreme Treasure.

Most importantly, once a fight breaks out, regardless of the outcome, this last Buddhist kingdom will not be safe.

"My future Dharma Protector Vajra." The Calm Wrath Buddha Son, oblivious to everyone else, took Zhu Xiaoming's arm and began in an aria-like tone:

"Let's go, let's go."

Zhu Xiaoming stopped Lu Yao and Zhong Yue from speaking with a look. He remembered what Lao Zhang had said: wait for this person to arrive, then leave with him.

The two bald men walked straight out of the restaurant.

Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to the governor of Longzhou City, their eyes filled with tension and excitement.

For them, a city governor is truly an unattainable figure.

"You all know Zhang Fusheng?" Shi Zhengyuan asked.

Everyone was stunned once again.

Where are you taking me?

Following behind the handsome young man, Zhu Xiaoming walked with a slight limp, having already reached the outskirts of Longzhou City.

Not only was the place deserted, but a withered woman suddenly appeared behind that handsome young man!

"I'll take you to the church."

Zhu Xiaoming saw the handsome young man speak, while the Withered Woman on his back curiously examined him.

He timidly raised his hand as a greeting.

"Wow!" The Withered Woman suddenly stuck out her tongue, which stretched out more than a meter long and hung straight down on the ground!

Zhu Xiaoming rolled his eyes and fainted without hesitation.

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The Calm Wrath Buddha Son, was somewhat speechless.

Why are you scaring him?

Is it fun?

"Fun, fun, all you ever think about is fun!" the Buddhist monk grumbled softly, seemingly reluctant to get angry at the Withered Woman.

He crouched down to check on the bald boy's condition and clicked his tongue.

"Fine."

The Buddhist disciple simply sat down cross-legged on the spot, took out a small urn from his cloth bag, and there was a human head as big as the urn at the mouth of the urn.

Niu Dali stared intently at him.

The Buddhist disciple took out the Order of High Heaven again, pondered for a moment, then High Heaven Token it on the ground and gently, rhythmically tapped it.

He was trying to attract the attention of that mysterious celestial being so that he could offer up the Human Treasure.

But he only knocked a couple of times.

"Um?"

The Buddhist disciple raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.

Even though nothing can be seen.

He said softly:

"The Divine Descent has been completed."

The High Heaven Token in his hand trembled slightly, and an old man with a gloomy face appeared out of thin air.

The True Person Zhong Shan.

(I went to watch the military parade and am a little late. I've finished 16,000 views for today. The parade was really good, and the monthly votes were really good too.)