Divine Body in Hand, Deity Alarmed

The Buddhist disciple sighed softly:

"Although I was born with Flesh and Blood Divine Body, I have seen very few instances of deities bestowing upon me a physical body over the years."

"It seems the God of Plague truly values you; he must have gone to great lengths to create this physical body for you."

The group was startled again.

Born with Flesh and Blood Divine Body?

No.

Who asked you!

Chen Nuanyu slowly calmed herself down, recalled for a moment, and nodded:

"For half a month, huge blood vessels were inserted into my body, supplying me with so-called divine substances for a full two weeks."

The Buddhist disciple understood and nodded, saying:

"It's likely that the God of Plague extracted [the Heaven and Earth Vitality] from Jiangzhou, or rather, from within the small world of Jiangzhou."

"First Seat, it seems you are truly extraordinary."

"But if that's the case, you must be careful. Gods are selfish and would never give away such a great benefit for no reason."

The Buddhist disciple solemnly said:

"He may covet your body—I mean, He may want to 'raise' you and then possess your body."

Chen Nuanyu's heart fluttered.

Flesh and Blood Divine Body is indeed very powerful.

But what will be the cost?

To be watched by a deity!

It's highly likely, as this mysterious fifth seat holder said, that the God of Plague sought to possess his body.

No wonder, no wonder He repeatedly marveled at how perfect His body was, almost a 'Dao-proximity Physique'.

Chen Nuanyu gritted her teeth and bowed once more to the great being shrouded in chaotic mist.

"I am willing to sacrifice my Flesh and Blood Divine Body, to beg the Heavenly Venerable's grace to sever the mark of the God of Plague!"

Everyone turned their gaze to the churning, chaotic mist.

In the mist, the Celestial Venerable raised his eyes once more.

"Allow."

He spoke indifferently.

Overjoyed, Chen Nuanyu kowtowed repeatedly, the sound of her head hitting the ground of the Dao Palace echoing.

All Seats were focused and attentive; they could witness the Celestial Venerable making his move.

Under the watchful eyes of many,

The fog churned and flowed in a chaotic mist.

A hand, as white as jade and imbued with a vast Daoist aura, gently emerged from the mist.

The moment the palm appeared, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to it.

Or rather,

That hand dominated their entire field of vision, their entire perspective!

What the eye sees, what the mind thinks about.

Only that hand, as white as jade.

Zhang Fusheng exerted all his strength, channeling the ineffable power bestowed upon him by the futon into his palms.

A jade-like palm gently traced a mysterious and profound radiance.

The contract has been signed.

This time, Zhang Fusheng was more cautious, only using the Contract Book to take Chen Nuanyu's [Flesh and Blood Divine Body].

They did not acquire the spiritual imprint of her soul in the transaction.

I'm worried the Contract Book's cooling effect will spike too high.

Because he could feel it.

With the blessing of the futon's status, I can pull it out myself!

A jade-like hand gently brushed over the top of First Seat's head.

'Splat!'

A mark from a deity was firmly grasped by a large hand and gently tugged.

The brand was forcibly torn off!

A small world in Jiangzhou.

The God of Plague suddenly sensed something, raised his eyes, and frowned.

A wisp of his own true spirit, separated from his own consciousness, seemed to be crying out for help.

Why was He angry? What happened?

True spiritual senses are no small matter; if they malfunction, the physical body will suffer for a period of time!

"What fellow Daoist are you from?"

A roar erupted from the ruins of Jiangzhou, tearing the already shattered Jiangzhou world apart once more.

The roar of fury shattered the [boundary], surging and roaring from this one bubble, rolling and tumbling towards the other bubbles!!

Like a massive, earth-shattering tide.

One bubble after another, nestled within the Golden Province, was swallowed up by the tide of sound.

"What fellow Daoist are you from?"

These four simple words simultaneously resounded throughout the entire Golden Province, except for the Provincial Government Golden City, in every other city within it!

Dragon boat, Chongshan Mountain, Waiting Area, Double Ninth Festival

Countless people were alarmed, and countless people looked up at the sky. A great figure sitting in the Golden City opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

"The God of Plague is wreaking havoc, his voice echoing throughout the province. We have reported this to the Federation and are requesting that resources be allocated to him."

"However, on the other hand..."

The important man raised an eyebrow:

"What's wrong with this God of Plague?"

"Who offended Him?"

He muttered to himself.

Jiangzhou.

The earth tore open again and rose into the air, the mountains almost crashing into the sky a hundred kilometers above!

The God of Plague was enraged. Countless enormous blood vessels, emerging from His body and piercing into every part of this small world, were constantly pulsating and dilating.

Consumed by rage

He suddenly saw a grand scene.

It is a fleeting, grand scene reflected from a true spiritual thought, connected to the fundamental essence.

The gods saw it. A hand?

A hand that is infinitely high and wide, infinitely majestic, seemingly higher than the heavens, beyond limits, and above everything.

His hand grasped 'himself'.

It removed 'itself'.

The scene flashed by in an instant; the true Spirit Root thoughts reflected back into the body in a fleeting glimpse of the scene, and that was the end of it.

The enraged God of Plague suddenly fell silent.

He obediently curled up into a ball, becoming quiet and well-behaved.

"I knew it!"

The deity murmured to himself, his voice seemingly trembling.

"I knew it! How could I possibly encounter someone with a Dao-proximity Physique so easily?"

The great deity curled up like a kitten.

He's playing dead.

The sound of the tide, which covered dozens of bubbles, also faded away.

Above High Heaven.

The Celestial Venerable lightly plucked out a wisp of mysterious mark.

It was at this very moment.

Five figures, their faces etched with astonishment and unease in the shadows.

They arrived in the Above High Heaven with only a thought, while their bodies remained in reality, still able to perceive what was happening there.

Naturally, everyone heard that roar that shook the entire city.

Is he the God of Plague?

Silence fell over the Dao Palace.

The Celestial Venerable withdrew his jade-white hand from the chaotic mist, seemingly toying with the so-called brand.

In that fleeting glimpse, everyone clearly saw the shape of the brand, revealing a contradictory and complex feeling.

High and high.

Lowest and lowest.

It is high because its status is truly very high; it is low because it appears in the Eight Sceneries Palace, in the hands of the [Celestial Venerable].

The Buddhist disciple awoke with a start, his pupils slightly contracting, and murmured:

"Wrong."

"This is no ordinary spiritual imprint!"

"It is a Fundamental True Spirit Great Thought of the God of Plague!!"

All eyes turned to this mysterious Fifth Seat, and the great Celestial Venerable pricked up His ears once more.

Buddhist disciple exclaimed in amazement:

"First it was the Flesh and Blood Divine Body, then the Fundamental True Spirit Great Thought; the God of Plague has truly suffered a huge loss this time!"

He paused, then explained to the other Fourth Seat:

"All living beings naturally have thoughts, and in a single breath, a hundred thousand thoughts may surge forth."

"But there are differences between thoughts."

"Thoughts are infinite, but the fundamental great thought is finite."

Huang Qiuxian couldn't help but ask:

"Limited? Very precious?"

"Very precious." The Buddhist disciple nodded affirmatively.

He thought for a moment and described it thus:

"The Fundamental True Spirit Great Thought, as the name suggests, is something fundamental to deities, even something that relates to their very foundation."

"This world is sick. The higher the cultivation level, the more violent it becomes, and it's not just violent, because a sick world cannot support beings that are too powerful."

Therefore, the higher one's cultivation level, the easier it is to lose one's way and to be 'annihilated' in an extremely dark and unknown place.

After a pause, the Buddhist disciple looked with reverence at the Heavenly Venerable seated cross-legged on the futon:

"The fundamental concept is composed of faith, which is what Daoism calls 'incense offerings,' and its wonders are boundless."

"As far as I know, incense offerings and fundamental principles are the 'anchors' that prevent deities from losing their way; they are of utmost importance to every deity!"

All eyes turned to the Celestial Venerable at the same time.

Heavenly Venerable, did you really just casually seize the very essence of a deity?

In the mist, the Celestial Venerable appeared quite calm.

The great Celestial Venerable silently gave the Buddha's disciple a thumbs up.

He thought highly of him.

The True Person coughed and spoke at the opportune moment:

"Is there anything else?"

Everyone came to their senses, first bowing their heads to the Celestial Venerable, Shi Zhengyuan stepped forward and proposed:

"Shall we follow the usual practice and exchange information from our respective sects?"

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to take out some things:

"Let me go first. I can tell you definitively that the Living Buddha of my Spirit Mountain System was not hunted down by that Calm Wrath Buddha Son."

Shi Zhengyuan was confident that Fusheng was still alive; otherwise...

Why bother searching for the God of Plague?

Not far away.

The Buddhist disciple blinked.

Chen Nuanyu struggled to her feet. Having lost her physical body, she felt a great emptiness within her, but at the same time, she felt free.

A feeling of ease I've never experienced before.

She gasped for breath:

"I've just escaped the clutches of the God of Plague, and there's no other information available yet."

Du Mingsheng, spoke:

"I'm fine here. If I had to say something, there's a rumor circulating around lately."

"It is said that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron's is currently in Chongyang City."

The Celestial Venerable in the Chaos frowned almost imperceptibly.

Um?

What happened?

The Celestial Venerable listened attentively.

Huang Qiuxian nodded in Third Seat.

"That's right. I just returned to the East Cult, and now a God's Chosen one of the East Cult in Jiangzhou has ordered some followers to go to Chongyang City to investigate the situation."

"I personally remain skeptical about this matter because the news came too suddenly and spread extremely quickly."

Huang Qiuxian pondered for a moment, then asked in confusion:

"It feels like someone is using this as a bait-and-switch tactic?"

Everyone nodded slightly, clearly having noticed this as well.

The Buddhist disciple concluded:

"I don't have much information to share. If I had to say, I've met the person First Seat before, and I even considered whether to bring him to the Above High Heaven."

Several pairs of eyes turned to them.

The True Person spoke at the opportune moment, briefly recounting the events of the 'Gaotian Association' both Above High Heaven and below the heavens.

"One price, one seat."

The True Person said:

"If you all exchange yourselves for seats at a price, you are only giving that person the opportunity to Exchange Heaven and Dao. As for entering the Above High Heaven?"

The elderly 'Zhong Shan' shook his head and said calmly:

"Not just anyone can have an audience with the Heavenly Venerable."

The group exchanged glances, and the Buddhist disciple tentatively asked:

"True Person, are there many people in the Gaotian Association?"

The True Person didn't hide anything, and said calmly:

"It's just beginning to take root; right now, it only has one Golden Councilor."

Golden Councilor??

Even the Buddhist disciple's expression turned somewhat serious.

The Golden Councilor's cultivation level might not be very high; he might only be at the Innate Great Realm, or even just Great Grandmaster.

But the Golden Councilor represent the Federation, and the Federation's power is embodied in the Golden Province!

In terms of status alone, it's high!

In a sense, every Golden Councilor stood shoulder to shoulder with the Governor!

Them,

They even had the power to dismiss the governor.

That's all I have to say.

Shi Zhengyuan stepped forward again:

"I recently found some remaining members of the Lingshan lineage, and I plan to rebuild the Lingshan lineage and raise its banner again."

He bowed to the True Person:

"True Person, may I ask them to pay a price in exchange for a seat in the Path of Exchange Heaven and Dao between us, or perhaps, a favor?"

The Celestial Venerable was greatly invigorated.

So, are we finally taking this step?

The True Person nodded slightly:

"That's not necessarily a bad thing. The Above High Heaven and the Gaotian Association are products of the Great Heavenly Venerable's compassion for all living beings."

"All things are in balance; for every price paid, a blessing can be received."

Huang Qiuxian and Du Mingsheng also spoke up at this moment; they were equally busy, their thoughts colliding with Old Shi's.

They made it clear to each other that they were also trying to communicate with people within their respective sects, attempting to form a group of interests.

"Exchange what you have and what you lack, and use your surplus to make up for your deficiency."

Huang Qiuxian sighed:

"This is just the beginning, but I can sense that in the future, the name of Gaotian will stir up waves underwater, and a great change will occur!"

They were all shrewd people, and naturally they also thought of a very important point.

By centering on transactions, it's entirely possible to build a vested interest group within the sect!

Through their successive transactions, they will surely rise to prominence within the sect at an unprecedented speed!

A glint of light appeared in the eyes of Huang Qiuxian and Du Mingsheng, and the Buddhist disciple also seemed to be deep in thought.

The Celestial Venerable smiled the most brightly, but unfortunately, no one saw it.

Shi Zhengyuan performed the ceremony again:

"In that case, I will go back and discuss with those remaining members of the Spirit Mountain System to see what price they are willing to pay. I will report this to the Heavenly Venerable at my next audience."

The chaotic energy surrounding the Celestial Venerable flowed silently, seemingly without any reaction.

The True Person gave a reminder:

"Remember, as the Sacrificial High, you must prepare enough Star Beast Meat."

"Yes."

Shi Zhengyuan and others all performed the rites.

The ethereal Daoist Dao Sound of the Celestial Venerable began to play.

"Since everything is alright..."

That's enough.

He reached out and gently knocked on the void, causing the gates of the Dao Palace to open wide, and the five dark figures fell back into the mortal Mortal World.

The gate closed.

The great Celestial Venerable could no longer contain himself and jumped up from his prayer mat.

"Flesh and Blood Divine Body!"

"Let me see what's wrong with you?"