Borrowing Strength and Momentum, Trapped in a Cage!

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals, we, on His behalf, extend our greetings to you."

"We've found you!"

Subtle, thread-like sounds entered Zhang Fusheng's ears.

A chill erupted from my tailbone, instantly spreading throughout my entire body!

He suddenly looked at the old man, who was also smiling back at him.

They looked at each other.

The banquet is almost over.

The old man raised his wine glass, staring at Zhang Fusheng as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

He said elegantly:

"Young man, enjoy yourself!"

The old man downed the crimson wine in his glass in one gulp, set down the glass, faced Zhang Fusheng, and slowly walked out of the banquet hall.

It wasn't just him.

Zhang Fusheng saw that among the crowd, there were one person after another.

One by one, those who were either clinking glasses or, like the old man, placing their hands on others' wrists, suddenly stopped moving.

It was as if they had received some news.

It was as if they had received an order.

They all looked at him simultaneously, smiled slightly, and then left the banquet hall one by one.

A chill enveloped Zhang Fusheng.

The Ancestor of Land Immortals.

The person who usurped the heavenly position in Five Villages Temple.

They are His followers.

Seem.

After I provoked and frightened Him that day, He truly began to frantically search for me.

"Little brother?"

Zhang Xiaoxi's curious voice came from behind:

What's wrong with you?

Zhang Fusheng suddenly snapped back to reality, the sweat on his forehead evaporating, and he let out a breath:

I'm fine.

That's what they say.

Zhang Fusheng's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He quickly calmed down, and his thoughts silently entered Zhou Muneo's body, communicating with the other's spirit and making arrangements.

If anything changes.

Tell the other party to bring Old Hu here immediately.

It's not finished yet.

Zhang Fusheng watched as Zhang Xiaoxi resumed her gluttonous eating and drinking, and silently made a phone call.

"It's me, Zhang Fusheng."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Changle suddenly tensed up:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, I'm here."

"Dispatch two Enforcement Team to maintain order outside the Executive Building."

"Yes, Assistant Manager Zhang!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fusheng sat back down, absentmindedly eating and drinking with Zhang Xiaoxi while immersing himself in thought.

Within the divine realm.

The fifty-four souls continue their pilgrimage for hundreds of years; they are numb, they are rigid, they are devout.

The Six Ding Divine Fire of the heavens, like a splash of brilliant rosy Rosy Clouds, obscured everything.

I wonder if it's just my imagination.

Zhang Fusheng felt that the colossal statue that dozens of souls worshipped day and night seemed to be...

A few more flashes of inspiration?

He had neither the time nor the inclination to study it. His thoughts wandered into the Five Villages Temple, past the flowing clothes, past the suspended water buckets, and into the main hall.

Inside the main hall, wisps of smoke rose from the burning incense, and a Daoist scripture remained lying there.

The Daoist scripture was turned to the last page, where strokes were being written.

[They said]

I've found you.

Are you watching?

Zhang Fusheng stared at the Daoist scripture, his expression as dark and unfathomable.

The words were still popping out one by one.

The calligraphy you wrote that day possessed an indescribable charm; I'm very curious, where did it come from?

I will get the answer.

The writing in the Daoist scriptures ends here.

Zhang Fusheng gazed silently, his thoughts withdrawing from the divine realm and returning to his true self.

Lift your eyelids.

The banquet was drawing to a close, and the guests were leaving one after another. The governor was respectfully inviting Golden Councilor to go upstairs.

"Miss Zhang, see you tomorrow." Zhang Tianming walked over, smiled and spoke, then nodded slightly to Zhang Fusheng before turning and leaving.

"I can't leave the Executive Building right now."

Zhang Xiaoxi patted her round belly:

"Otherwise, I really would like to go see my second uncle and the others. Have you mentioned me to them?"

Not yet, no rush.

Seeing that most of the guests had left, Zhang Fusheng stood up with a sullen face:

"See you tomorrow?"

"Okay, let's go!" Zhang Xiaoxi replied and began cleaning up the leftover food.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head helplessly and silently followed the two guests who were about to leave.

"Brother Kong, we meet again."

He wasn't sure what level or strength those followers of the Ancestor of Land Immortals were.

Black Eyes said that among them are many Martial Arts Master —does that mean there are also grandmasters and Great Grandmaster?

The old man from earlier, while not giving me the creeps, did have a certain oppressive quality—and the key point was that he was just one person.

Kong Dongyan and the woman beside him turned around, a look of astonishment appearing on his face:

"Brother Zhang? What are you doing here?"

He was surprised and quickly explained:

"Brother Zhang, this is my senior sister, and also one of the deans of our Golden University. Senior sister, this is Zhang Fusheng, whom I've mentioned to you."

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the woman's face. She looked the boy up and down, nodded slightly, and smiled:

My surname is Shen.

"Dean Shen," Zhang Fusheng nodded politely. After all, this was a Great Grandmaster.

Moreover, on that day, this woman almost single-handedly overwhelmed the other three major sects!

Although it was only a battle of wits, it already revealed a lot.

"No need to be so polite."

The woman nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to mention her own name, but finally added:

"Shen Baobao, since you're Dongyan's friend, you can call me Senior Sister Shen, just like he does."

What's the name?

Shen Baobao?

Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little strange. The scene of this woman creating ancient books at the Heavenly God Realm, almost making her words come true, had left a deep impression on him.

It's just the name.

He nodded calmly.

"Senior Sister Shen."

Kong Dongyan smiled and spoke:

"It's fate that we met. Our lodgings aren't far from here. If Brother Zhang doesn't mind, why don't you come to our place for a chat?"

Zhang Fusheng looked thoughtful for a moment, then quickly nodded:

"What the heart desires."

That was his original intention in striking up a conversation.

The old man's words as he left suggested that he intended to take some action that night.

It is naturally much safer to follow a Great Grandmaster.

If something really happens, with Shen Baobao holding things off, they can definitely hold out until Hu Zhongli arrives!

Shen Baobao didn't object at this moment; she was also somewhat curious about the young man whom Kong Dongyan praised so highly.

The other party seems to have a strong connection with the Western Sect.

The three of them smiled enigmatically and walked out of the Executive Building side by side.

It is now late at night.

The dignitaries who attended the conference had already left in their hovercars, and the streets were not dark.

The temporarily dispatched Enforcement Team are distributed in various locations.

I looked up and glanced at the moon in the sky.

The moon is so crescent-shaped.

"It's not far ahead," Kong Dongyan at the right moment, pointing to a large hotel in front of them, which could be reached by crossing two streets.

Very close.

Zhang Fusheng breathed a slight sigh of relief and followed Kong Dongyan and Shen Baobao, casually saying:

"Senior Sister Shen, Brother Kong, what brings you two to the Double Ninth Festival this time?"

Kong Dongyan answered casually:

"Oh, that's right. Our master received an invitation from an old friend, but he couldn't make it, so he asked us to attend on his behalf."

He paused, then lowered his voice and added:

"Of course, there's another matter, which is the rumor circulating among various sects recently, saying that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron's is in this city, but whether it's true or not, we don't know."

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts raced; there was an over 80% chance his grandmaster would Ascension to Divinity.

The so-called Dimensional Convergence Point was probably created by the opponent using the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron .

Even to say

Zhang Fusheng suspected that this message circulating among various sects was also released by his grandmaster.

Western Sect would never do something so foolish.

Then that leaves only the Grandmaster.

Of course, it could also be one of the Grandmaster's enemies—but if that's the case, the other party could simply state that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron is on Yuan Feidao's person!

Lost in thought, Zhang Fusheng finally spoke:

"That's actually quite possible."

Shen Baobao looked at him, her eyebrows twitching slightly:

"Young friend Zhang, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then accompanied the two of them as they walked down the long street.

"I am currently the Deputy Director of Operations of the Chongyang Public Security Bureau, and I happened to be in charge of the security work for that Elder Yu from the Research Institute the other day."

"I heard this Elder Yu say that in Chongyang City, someone is suspected of creating 'Dimensional Convergence Point'."

After pausing for a moment, she looked at Shen Baobao expression had become serious:

"And as far as I know, creating artificial Dimensional Convergence Point requires some special Supreme Treasure, such as the 'Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron'?"

Kong Dongyan was startled:

"Is someone about to Ascension to Divinity?"

Shen Baobao nodded solemnly:

"It's very likely, quite possibly. For a sixth-realm Celestial Person being to Ascension to Divinity, Dimensional Convergence Point is essential, but it's only one link in the chain."

She squinted and said:

"Besides the Dimensional Convergence Point, a grand ritual needs to be performed to connect heaven and earth, and to reach Different Dimension."

"Among these, the easiest grand ritual to complete is nothing more than the lives and souls of several Innate Person, or even a Celestial Person."

Zhang Fusheng listened with great interest. "There's such a saying?"

In layman's terms, the Grand Ritual can be understood as a grand ceremony.

Becoming a God requires rituals.

He silently remembered this.

Shen Baobao continued:

"In that case, it's likely that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron indeed in the possession of a certain Celestial Person from the Spirit Mountain System, who intends to Ascension to Divinity."

"Perhaps it was this person who spread the news, attracting people from various sects. He probably intends to use these people to complete some grand ritual."

After pausing for a moment, Shen Baobao looked at Zhang Fusheng solemnly:

"This news is extremely important to me and to the Ancient Sage Faction. I am willing to owe Young Friend Zhang a debt of gratitude on behalf of the Ancient Sage Faction."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and waved his hand:

"Senior Sister Shen's no need for this. Are you planning to thwart the scheme of the person behind the scenes?"

He asked tentatively.

Shen Baobao shook her head:

"Why bother? Our Ancient Sage Faction has no enmity with the Spirit Mountain System. The rise of the Spirit Mountain System is not a bad thing for us. If it were, other sects could be weakened."

She smiled slightly, not hiding anything from the young man before her. It was he who had revealed this information, and she also intended to befriend him.

The Ancient Sage Faction prioritizes 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and law,' and takes gratitude as the path to spiritual practice.

Among all the sects, the Ancient Sage Faction are the most unique. They all make friends widely and firmly believe that "those who follow the Way will receive much help."

Zhang Fusheng understood and continued chatting idly with the two men. The hotel was almost there, and the moon in the sky was still crescent-shaped.

If you walk through this alley, you'll reach the hotel's back entrance.

We entered the alley.

"Young friend Zhang, what is it?" Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The two looked around.

Where are they?

How could someone as powerful as Zhang Fusheng simply disappear?

Shen Baobao's pupils suddenly contracted:

Something's not right.

She grabbed Kong Dongyan, leaped up, and flashed out of the hotel. Then she turned back to look at the alley.

There were no abnormalities.

But I couldn't find that young friend Zhang.

"Where is Brother Zhang??" Kong Dongyan was solemn, and he was somewhat terrified. A living person had vanished into thin air, right under his senior sister's nose!

Shen Baobao squinted her eyes, and after a long while:

"Supreme Treasure."

"Someone has used Supreme Treasure from Different Dimension."

She sighed:

"Young friend Zhang is probably stuck in some quagmire, and just now he wanted to use your and my help to find a chance to catch his breath, but he didn't expect..."

Shen Baobao pondered for a moment, then finally shook her head:

"I can't even find him. I want to repay his kindness and save him, but I don't have the ability to do so."

Whether or not this calamity can be averted depends on the fate of this young friend Zhang.

Kong Dongyan opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only sighing softly, a lingering sense of shock in his expression.

Supreme Treasure!

How many truly Supreme Treasure are there in this world?

The two stared at the alley; it was empty and unremarkable.

"Senior Sister Shen?"

"Brother Dongyan?"

Zhang Fusheng shouted, sweat streaming down his forehead.

They've disappeared.

Two living, breathing people just vanished into thin air!

He stood in the middle of the alley, cautiously looking around. There was nothing there, quiet, even eerily so.

The hotel in front and the Executive Building behind were brightly lit.

Zhang Fusheng sent Mental Intent message to Zhou Muneo, then suddenly turned around and retraced his steps, intending to return to the Executive Building.

Reach the alley entrance.

Standing in the alley.

Zhang Fusheng Mental Intent notified Zhou Muneo, while he himself... Hmm?

His scalp tingled; this scene was incredibly familiar—no, not just incredibly familiar, he had just experienced it once before!

Zhang Fusheng refused to believe it, turned around, and sped off to the alley entrance, only to find himself back inside.

I walked to the end of the alley, and the result was exactly the same.

Trapped??

Divine Realm?

No, it's not a divine realm.

Zhang Fusheng subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The moon in the sky is round and full.

I rubbed my eyes.

You read that right, it really is a 'full moon'.

"This is not the realm of gods."

"But it is not the human world."

He muttered to himself, a chill creeping over his entire body.