Handing the Helplessness Bridge, Anchoring the Other Shore!

On the barren land.

The more than thirty Martial Arts Master, who hadn't even had a chance to make a move, stood there dumbfounded.

A skeleton, gleaming with a faint golden light, sat cross-legged in the yellow mud, the Great Tomb of flesh and blood behind it exuding a strange sense of deathly stillness.

And the top of the head.

The two-hundred-meter-tall Underworld Dharma Aspect was majestic, solemn, and dignified.

It just stood there.

It's like clinging to life and death, a feeling of both compassion and anger.

"Escape!!"

The Martial Arts Master scattered and fled.

Zhang Fusheng's empty eye sockets simply stared silently.

The Underworld Dharma Aspect held up the Helplessness Bridge with one hand and reached out with the other, accompanied by a soft sigh:

"Flee? Scatter? Remain still?"

The shattered earth churned, and mud and rocks suddenly bound the legs of the fleeing individuals tightly.

The Martial Arts Master paled and tried to break free, only to be horrified to find that they couldn't!

Head bowed, then glanced back.

To their astonishment, the Great Tomb of flesh and blood behind the solemn skeleton had vanished without a trace.

The flesh and blood, somehow mingled with the mud and stones, transformed into bloody hands, gripping his legs tightly!

This scene was too bizarre.

It's so weird it's scary!!

A Martial Arts Master stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth, unleashing divine light and white glow towards the enormous Dharma image and solemn skeleton.

Some Martial Arts Master acted with terrifying decisiveness, using their hands as blades to sever their own legs, using their leg bones as feet, and continued to flee!

I was terrified.

"Anger? Fear?"

The throat bones and teeth of the solemn skeleton collided and rubbed together; there were no vocal cords, no flesh and blood.

Yet, through the friction of their bones, they still managed to utter a piercing, solemn, and compassionate question!

Those beams of divine light, those streaks of blazing white light, bombarded the Underworld Dharma Aspect, but merely passed through it and struck the ground in the distance.

Large sections of the ground were torn apart and evaporated.

The Underworld Dharma Aspect falls into the palm.

One, two, three.

Like whack-a-mole, they hammered the rebellious Martial Arts Master into mincemeat!

The meat patty quickly turned into powder.

They were drained of their life force.

Seven or eight Martial Arts Masters had escaped with broken legs ultimately failed to escape; they ran and ran and ran.

But as they ran, they discovered that a solemn skeleton with its back to them appeared before them, and an Underworld Dharma Aspect with its back to them.

Inexplicably, it ran back, even running behind the terrifying figure.

"How... how could this be?"

Some murmured in fear, while many more fell to their knees with a thud.

The solemn skeleton stood with its back to them, the bones rubbing together and making a strange sound.

"Who is that adult you're talking about?"

The question was asked softly, yet it carried an undeniable authority, especially after the Underworld Dharma Aspect lifted up the Helplessness Bridge.

Although it couldn't be activated, it still exuded a magnificent aura.

It actually added a touch of the majesty of the Great Emperor of the Underworld who held the power of life and death in the human world and who kept the records of good and evil!

Some people, whose faith was weak and whose minds were also weak, were so frightened that they trembled and blurted out everything they had said.

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly and gradually came to understand.

There is actually only one true believer of the Ancestor of Land Immortals.

He is a mysterious, Innate Person residing in the Golden City —only Innate Person possess the power to directly communicate with deities from Different Dimension.

Similarly, the Helplessness Bridge was also obtained by that Innate Person.

It seemed that the Innate Person couldn't leave Golden City anytime soon, so he simply sent his subordinates across the Helplessness Bridge to Chongyang City to find him.

As planned, once found, the old man who had been killed immediately used the Helplessness Bridge to send himself to the Innate Person.

He was greedy.

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, feeling a profound sense of absurdity. How could he so readily entrust the Helplessness Bridge to a mere pseudo-master?

Unless, there's a hidden plan within the Helplessness Bridge.

Zhang Fusheng immersed his divine sense into the Helplessness Bridge and observed it carefully. He actually discovered a spiritual imprint, as bright as the sun, that was directly connected to the Helplessness Bridge!

Although not truly wielding this Supreme Treasure,

Furthermore, it is impossible to directly sense the situation here so far away through the imprint—not everyone is like Zhang Fusheng, possessing the ambition of immortality and a position of infinite height.

But as soon as the thought arises, the Helplessness Bridge will be taken away from afar.

"I see."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled and shook his head, thinking, "Does this brand guarantee absolute safety?"

Normally speaking, that's true.

Pity

I met myself.

The spiritual realm at the Pseudo-Xiantian level trembled, and the Underworld Dharma Aspect turned around, opened its eyes, and stared at the seven or eight Martial Arts Masters were trembling uncontrollably.

With a solemn and dignified expression, he spoke:

"You are guilty."

The four characters fell.

The spirit and will communicate with the Aspect of the Ancient Tomb, and then borrow the power of the Dharma appearance to interfere with reality and truth.

A truly remarkable phenomenon emerged, as if 'words become law'.

Eight Martial Arts Master knelt on the ground, suddenly trembling, and then remained motionless. Their life force was quietly 'taken away,' and their lives were also quietly 'taken away.'

Zhang Fusheng quietly sensed it.

After acquiring the Ancient Tomb Form, he seemed to possess an extraordinary spiritual awareness of death, the soul, and other such matters.

At this moment, he could clearly sense that the souls of the eight Martial Arts Masters were being silently torn apart by an irresistible force!

Of the three souls and seven spirits, two souls and five spirits quietly ascend to the sky, disappearing into the heavens. Only the remaining remnant soul can be truly absorbed by oneself.

"In the sky."

The solemn skeleton looked up at the sky, then slowly rose, its flesh and blood, which had been embedded in the earth, peeling away.

First, it entangled and coalesced behind him into a Great Tomb of flesh and blood. The Dharma form shrank and disappeared into the tomb. Then the Great Tomb collapsed and turned back into clumps of flesh and blood, which clung to Zhang Fusheng's bones.

He became a person again.

The third stage: closing.

His Sixteen-Foot True Body slowly compressed, and Zhang Fusheng became the size of an ordinary person.

The second stage is called "receiving".

He returned to normal, lifted the Helplessness Bridge, which was only the size of two palms, with both hands, and stomped his foot.

The Yin Snake True Intent pierced the ground, spreading in all directions, scattering across broken rocks, spilled blood, and traces of the battle.

All of these things were eroded by the Yin Snake True Intent, turning into nothingness.

A thousand-meter stretch of land had been transformed into a thousand-meter-long desert.

Martial Arts Master who had died kneeling.

"Compassion, compassion."

Zhang Fusheng sighed, grabbed the Helplessness Bridge, and disappeared from the spot, heading back towards Chongyang City.

He quietly returned home.

Zhang Fusheng sent a message to Black Eyes, telling him that he had gone home, without saying anything else.

My parents are fast asleep.

Upon entering the room, he sat cross-legged, absorbing the Helplessness Bridge into his own divine realm, and his thoughts also sank into that realm.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Eight Sceneries Palace, on a futon.

"Change."

Zhang Fusheng had an idea. He imagined a thick cushion, placed it under his buttocks on the futon, and then sat down.

Um.

I feel much better now.

Zhang Fusheng was satisfied. He picked up the Helplessness Bridge, stared at it for a moment, and then gently pulled it out. The spiritual imprint that was shrouded in the Helplessness Bridge was pulled out by him!

Spirit Root could pull him out with a single thought.

Let alone someone born with innate talent?

"The Helplessness Bridge is a priceless Supreme Treasure."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "The people of this world refer to all treasures flowing out of Different Dimension as [Supreme Treasure]."

But clearly, even among Supreme Treasure, there are differences in quality. This is the Helplessness Bridge!

To put it bluntly, the Helplessness Bridge is like the Ghost Gate Pass; in a sense, it is almost a symbol of the underworld and the netherworld!

"The gains this time are enormous. And it's not just about the Helplessness Bridge."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes shone brightly, and a smile spread across his face.

Martial artists cultivate their bodies, seeking the supernatural Divine Ability of the five internal organs. Grandmasters and Great Grandmaster, however, achieve the unity of essence, Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and spirit, forming a [Dharma Form].

I am not a grandmaster.

However, it already possesses the characteristics of a Dharma.

"The form and spirit of ancient tombs are actually applied to the spirit and Dharma form. This includes the White Bone Meditation, the Hell Meditation, and the contemplation of Ksitigarbha."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "The four Visualization Method of the Spirit Mountain System all seem to possess incredible mysteries."

The profound mystery of the White Bone Meditation lies largely in the [Ancient Tomb Form]!

"If it were someone else, the form formed by the ancient tomb's appearance and spirit would probably be a skeleton form."

"If we go any further, it might become the form of hell."

"Going a step further?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted:

"That is the Ksitigarbha Dharma Form, but I am different."

He could perceive that his Movement Method was not a skeleton, a hellish form, or Ksitigarbha Dharma Form, or rather, that it could have these three forms.

However, the form of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate is even more advanced than that of the Ksitigarbha Dharma Form.

"This change is due to the incense offerings made to me by dozens of souls over hundreds of years through their devout prayers."

"It seems to be due to the slow transformation of my spirit, will, and divine realm by the Six Ding Divine Fire."

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly, unable to understand the fundamental reason why the Dharma Image had transformed into the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal.

Could it be...?

He thought of incense offerings, and then another idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Has anyone yet usurped the positions of the Great Emperor of the Underworld and the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal?"

Zhang Fusheng swallowed hard. Could it be that he'd stumbled upon the right path by accident, and that having spirits offer sacrifices was actually a way to usurp a heavenly position?

Am I, in fact, usurping the throne of the Great Emperor of the Underworld?

Or rather...

The Great Emperor Fengdu.

"First, they used the divine realm to create a scene of hell, and now they've obtained a real Helplessness Bridge. What a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin. Although it was incredibly far away from him, he had also imagined the future and whether he wanted to usurp the throne.

He actually leans more towards the Heavenly Position.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the Eight Sceneries Palace and touched the futon under his buttocks.

He suddenly opened his hand.

It's so sharp!

"You don't actually have your own will, do you??"

Zhang Fusheng shrank his neck, feeling a bit of toothache.

"If you truly possess any kind of sentience or intelligence, please listen to my excuses; I didn't mean to belittle you that day."

"A slip of the tongue, a careless remark, and you're going to hold it against me?"

After speaking to the prayer cushion, he waited quietly for a moment, then reached out and carefully touched it.

Hey?

It's not prickly anymore?

Zhang Fusheng was not pleased; instead, he felt a chill. After thinking for a moment, he removed the thick cushion and sat down on the futon once more.

It doesn't irritate my butt anymore.

Damn it!

"This thing really has intelligence?!" Zhang Fusheng exclaimed in surprise, then felt a sharp pain in his buttocks—"Ouch!"

He nearly jumped up.

He then said a lot of nice things to the futon, and seeing that the strange futon had calmed down again, Zhang Fusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, they didn't even dare to complain in their hearts.

Trying to clear his mind of any unpleasant or malicious thoughts about the futon, Zhang Fusheng focused his gaze back on the Helplessness Bridge.

It is connected to one's spirit and will.

Suddenly, a series of grand scenes flashed before my eyes—anchored!

The Helplessness Bridge, in a sense, is itself a scene from the underworld.

But it is also a Supreme Treasure, and can be used for anchoring!

Three hundred and sixty-five grand scenes swirled before Zhang Fusheng's eyes, and strangely enough, these scenes were almost all very similar.

"Too."

"The Helplessness Bridge has probably existed in the underworld since its inception, hasn't it?"

Zhang Fusheng carefully examined the 365 largely similar scrolls and directly selected one of them.

It is the large river flowing under the bridge.

The Underworld.

The 365 images swayed slightly.

The Yellow Springs were not directly reflected—the Yellow Springs had already been chosen.

Zhang Fusheng was initially taken aback, but then he realized what it meant: the Innate Great Realm in the Golden City!

He had naturally used the Helplessness Bridge to anchor his attention to a major scenic spot, and the one he chose was the Yellow Springs River!

"You bastard!"

Zhang Fusheng cursed and then set his sights on a different scene.

This time, it's by the Helplessness Bridge, on the Yellow Springs River.

It is the [other shore] covered with red Other Shore Flower.

It was a success.