A Word, and Flowers Bloom; This Journey to Double Ninth

The difference in social status is truly a world apart.

In the Decapitation Alley, Zhang Fusheng finally understood where his progress lay.

Behind him rises a sea of spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, a giant blue lotus bloomed quietly behind him, transforming his Sea of Consciousness into a swirling mass.

"If I were to conceive a single thought, would a flower bloom?"

Under the horrified gazes of three teenagers, in the damp, Decapitation Alley, weeds grew, and withered wildflowers that hadn't bloomed for years began to bud anew.

Then one after another, they bloomed, stretching from one end of the alley to the other.

Then, in a single thought, a flower blooms.

"Is it a god?" Chang Youwei's heart pounded, and his lips trembled. He had only wanted to deceive people!

This.

What on earth have they managed to fool?

He was in despair.

Zhang Fusheng quietly watched the flowers blooming throughout the alley.

It's still late July, clearly not spring.

He thought, spring should be coming.

Within this alley, within a kilometer radius.

Then spring truly arrived.

"With a single thought, a flower blooms; with a single thought, the flower blooms."

"I Observe as I Should Be, He Observes as I Should Be is now, this As It Naturally Is."

A slight itch tingled at the Ancestral Aperture my eyebrows; that is where my soul, will, and spirit reside, and also where the rank I attained through Thousand Year Spirit Refining lies.

Without the blessing of the futon, and not outside the divine realm or the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng's soul has become 'higher'.

Even the most ordinary Martial Arts Master cannot withstand the light tap of knuckles!!

"Thousand Year Spirit Refining has already reached the realm of the innate stage—but it still only belongs to the realm of the innate stage."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, "The rank I've attained at the Innate Great Realm has actually reached this level."

Then, what kind of crushing power would the beings in the sixth realm, the realm truly belonging to the divine realm, have over the beings in the sixth realm?

The difference in status may seem manageable at first, but later, after reaching a certain point, it becomes something that truly cannot be bridged by force.

For example, the personhood of deities and those below them.

It's like a person facing a painting or an animated film.

No matter how powerful or destructive the creatures in the animation are.

People outside the animation can simply 'turn it off' with a tap of their finger.

Like God of Plague, it is clearly just a wisp of will that descends upon a flesh-and-blood monster, yet with a single thought, it can tear apart thousands of kilometers of earth and send them soaring into the sky!

That's no longer a matter of the mind interfering with reality.

That was spirit, commanding reality—it shouldn't even be called spirit anymore.

Should it be called "Dao"?

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts raced, and suddenly he had an epiphany.

If one's spiritual will undergoes a great leap forward, it is probably what is known as the "Tao."

With a single thought from a deity, the world changes drastically.

"Come over."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, and the three teenagers stepped forward trembling, their legs weak.

"Tell me, where is the real plaque of the Miro Heavenly Palace?"

He smiled gently.

"I don't know--" Old Six had just cried out when his head suddenly exploded, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

"Now, you two, continue."

Zhang Fusheng remained motionless and spoke kindly:

"Tell the truth."

The headless body collapsed to the ground with a thud, Chang Youwei and Xiaoyu completely broke down.

The two of them, speaking incoherently, recounted everything that had happened and everything they knew.

All three were seasoned con artists, and they never confined themselves to the Waiting Area, but instead traveled all over the country.

According to the two of them

They had once been in a lower-level city called 'Chongshan', and somehow, they stumbled into a strange place.

"Once you step inside, everything changes; the surrounding mountains have become a scorched wasteland."

Chang Youwei a trembling voice:

"A door, a magnificent door I'd never seen before, leaning precariously against the ground, with words on it: 'It is...'"

"South Heaven Gate, yes, South Heaven Gate!"

Beside her, the girl shakily opened her phone and accessed the photo album.

Zhang Fusheng took it and looked at it.

Many photos were taken inside.

As they described, a magnificent heavenly gate descended to the earth, with the three characters 'South Heaven Gate' standing out prominently.

Beside the Heavenly Gate, there lies a plaque—the plaque of the Miro Heavenly Palace.

Zhang Fusheng's heart was racing.

How did you find that place?

"I don't know!" they both said in unison.

Chang Youwei, panting, he would speak nervously:

"It was Mangtou Mountain, east of Chongshan City. We camped there to avoid the security guards who were trying to arrest us, and then, and then..."

He described it haltingly:

"Then the scene suddenly changed; we tried to move the plaque, but we couldn't budge it at all."

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly; it was normal that he couldn't move it.

It would be strange if they could even lift the plaque of the Miro Heavenly Palace.

The plaque of the South Heaven Gate and the Miro Heavenly Palace

Did it fall into this planet from Different Dimension?

Still?

Zhang Fusheng continued to question them carefully, but according to the two men, they had searched all over Mangtou Mountain afterward and never entered that mysterious place again.

After a moment of contemplation,

Zhang Fusheng's Mental Intent surged forth, brutally piercing into the minds of the two men—searching their memories!

He indeed saw the two men's past experiences, which were exactly as they described, and through their perspective, he saw the enormous South Heaven Gate and the plaque.

When you gaze at it, there is an indescribable sense of tremor.

It wasn't Zhang Fusheng who felt a shiver, but the two little ones.

Zhang Fusheng himself didn't feel anything particularly strange.

Just like... ordinary?

"After leaving the meditation cushion, that sudden, ineffable elevation to a higher status was lost."

"But I seem to be changing subtly."

Zhang Fusheng thought to himself that it was precisely because of this change that when he gazed at the South Heaven Gate in the memories of others, he would not feel that he was 'very insignificant'.

Because he was once infinitely high.

It can also reach infinity at any time.

Even if they are not in an extremely high position at the moment, "a lean camel is still bigger than a horse".

While this statement isn't entirely accurate, it can still be used to describe the current situation.

Just as Zhang Fusheng was about to pull the thought out of their minds, he realized something was wrong.

"Um?"

His incredibly vast divine sense scanned the area meticulously.

They discovered that deep within both of their bodies, wisps of an aura of destruction were lingering, difficult to dispel.

"Where did you get it?"

"Wrong."

Zhang Fusheng was startled again. Under the sweep of his superior thoughts, he discovered that each of the two men had the same spiritual imprint in their souls.

The spiritual imprint was in a dormant state, presumably because its owner was also asleep.

But Zhang Fusheng could still sense that the 'quality' of the brand was frighteningly high!

The owner of the brand is at least at the Innate Great Realm.

More likely, it's the sixth realm, the level of Celestial Person.

Zhang Fusheng carefully reviewed their memories again, tracing the time when the imprints were left, and found a clue.

"It was indeed the place where it fell from the South Heaven Gate."

"A soul."

"Is the soul of a Primordial Being, or even Celestial Person, slumbering there, or perhaps recuperating from its injuries?"

Zhang Fusheng understood; the two little ones hadn't stumbled in by accident, but had been pulled in by that powerful soul.

Then these two marks were left behind.

What do you want to do?

Will he possess the body after recovering from his injuries?

Divine thought returns to itself.

Zhang Fusheng pondered the name "Chongshan City." He knew this lower-level city was hundreds of kilometers away from Longzhou City.

Um, it's said to be hundreds of kilometers, but that's under the condition of passing through a specific railway.

In reality, the distance between Chongshan City and Longzhou City should be extremely far, at least several thousand or tens of thousands of kilometers.

Because those are two different [bubbles].

"Please."

Chang Youwei and Xiaoyu pleaded, their voices trembling with tears.

They wanted to live.

Zhang Fusheng's gaze fell on the two of them, not to mention that he never intended for them to live in the first place.

Especially after discovering the two spiritual imprints.

Once the owner of the brand awakens, they can take over the body using the brand.

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly and tapped his fingers in the air.

The primordial thought arises again at this moment.

The boy and girl were stunned. In their senses and perspective, this terrifying being hadn't killed them, but had instead let them go.

The boy's hallucination was that he had escaped the Waiting Area, settled down in a lower-level city, and then lived day by day, year by year.

Until old age.

Chang Youwei eventually died of old age.

Zhang Fusheng carefully observed his physical body; his skin had become dull, and his internal organs were indeed failing, just like those of someone who had died of old age.

But it's only similar.

He did not truly 'die of old age,' but rather died in the manner of dying of old age.

"Pity."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and sighed softly, thinking, "If this boy were to die of old age in reality, what would happen?"

Thinking about it, it really is unlikely.

"Thousand-Year Status, As It Naturally Is a spiritual realm, it's truly unreasonable to have reached this level. Perhaps, that's the realm of Orthodox God."

Zhang Fusheng touched his brow; he could sense that with a single thought, flowers would bloom and spring would arrive.

Essentially, it is the Mental Intent within one's own Ancestral Aperture at the center of the forehead, a 'divine realm' that resonates with the outer world.

Influencing the Real World through the spiritual realm.

Zhang Fusheng then looked at the remaining girl and devised a way for her to die as well.

The girl also experienced many illusions, settled down in a small town, and finally found an honest man to take her in, got married, started a family, and had children.

She ultimately died in childbirth.

Zhang Fusheng observed her abdomen, which briefly swelled up—but no child actually appeared inside.

"From this perspective, the influence of the Innate Person spirit on reality is still limited."

"We have not yet reached a level close to [the Dao]."

He straightened up, rubbed his temples, and realized that with a single thought, he had killed three Martial Arts Masters and made two little ones experience a lifetime.

The consumption was still quite high.

A feeling of fatigue and soreness came from deep between my eyebrows.

Zhang Fusheng lightly stomped his foot, and the massive Yin Snake True Intent burrowed into the ground. He then turned and left Decapitation Alley.

After exiting the alley.

The Yin Snake True Intent erupted silently, turning everything in the alley to dust and erasing all traces.

Zhang Fusheng didn't even leave behind the remnant souls of the two little ones; he only left a trace of True Thunder Intent to completely annihilate their remnant souls.

Those two spiritual imprints also disappeared.

Chongshan City

"I can't go in a short time, but I can send someone else."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, stood calmly on Louis Street, and said:

Let's have lunch and then head to the airport.

The old housekeeper, Liu Cuihua, and the two senior sisters all nodded silently.

No one bothered to ask what had happened in the alley.

"Red Fox Hotel".

Lu Zheng quietly left the hotel and went up to the 12th floor.

Others cannot kill, but he is different.

He had just completed a transaction with Old Hu and presented him with two generous gifts.

Killing is prohibited in the Waiting Area, and this prohibition only applies to ordinary people killing.

Even if a truly powerful figure killed a few people, Hu Zhongli wouldn't say anything.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Lu Zheng walked out leisurely, his smile freezing.

Where are the residents here?

The cleaning lady gave him a strange look:

"They checked out and left this morning."

Lu Zheng fell silent.

For a long time.

"That's incredibly lucky!"

He muttered to himself, then sighed:

"However, God might save you once, but what about next time?"

"No one is lucky all the time."

A faint smile appeared on Lu Zheng's face.

Evening.

The plane taxied on the runway, then suddenly pulled up and soared into the sky.

Zhang Fusheng sat by the window, gazing at the sky outside and the ever-shrinking Waiting Area below.

His Mental Intent quietly seeped out, trying to capture the changes as he crossed the bubble.

"What a strange feeling."

His Mental Intent stretched for hundreds of kilometers, and a strange, contradictory sense of disorientation welled up inside him.

What I see before my eyes is completely different from what my mind sees hundreds of kilometers away.

After the plane disappeared into the clouds, the tiny Waiting Area below was still barely visible, but from Mental Intent perspective a hundred kilometers away...

The plane simply vanished.

Spatial misalignment.

"Only specific paths can cross the bubbles."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself.

'Ding-dong!'

An announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Good evening, passengers.

"The final destination of this flight is Chongyang City."

"The estimated flight time is 6 hours and 30 minutes."

Have a pleasant journey, everyone.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and touched the Little Bean in the next seat; his head was covered in bumps.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my master."

He said calmly:

"Yes, and my parents too."

"Junior Sister, do you think my two senior uncles are easy to get along with?"

Lin Dongxi shrank his neck and whispered:

"Those are two Great Grandmaster; we need to hold our ground."

Zhang Fusheng smiled but didn't say anything.

He suddenly thought of Miss Mingyue, Chen Nuanyu, and Huang Qiuxian. The two of them should have already left Jiangzhou with the Western Sect.

God of Plague

It's about time we sent them back to the Above High Heaven again in the next couple of days.

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his temples and muttered to himself:

"You've been very tired lately, let's rest during the Double Ninth Festival."

"I just want to relax and spend some time with my parents."

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