The Terrifying Eighth Seat

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the starry sky...

Huang Qiuxian, the Third Seat monk, coughed and reminded him:

"Newbie, are you from another planet?"

"No, Starry Sky," Mingyue replied briefly, bowing her head slightly toward [Celestial Venerable].

Helpless, Huang Qiuxian spoke again:

"The starry sky is like our planet; its rules have also been altered to some extent. Apart from specific routes between planets, it is difficult to establish oneself in the starry sky."

He shook his head and said:

"Unless they are naturally gifted star beasts, or [gods], even Celestial Person capable of destroying hundreds of miles in a single blow would find it difficult to survive in the starry sky."

The other elderly people were also somewhat dumbfounded.

Even though they're all making things up and talking nonsense, this is still outrageous!

You can make up any small town, or even fabricate that you're living on some kind of aquaculture planet, which is better than being in the starry sky.

Under the strange gazes of many, Miss Mingyue tilted her head, but remained silent in the end.

He didn't offer much explanation, but simply performed an ancient ritual to the Heavenly Venerable before saying:

I was not lying.

She seemed to always perform a ritual before speaking, meticulous in every detail, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment, and the Dao Palace fell into an eerie silence.

"Please take your seats."

The True Person broke the silence by coughing before speaking:

"One price, one blessing."

"One contribution, one seat."

The three newlyweds were silent for a moment, Yuan Feidao bowed:

"I am willing to dedicate a century to Spiritual Cultivation in order to obtain a seat in the heavens."

He remained skeptical, finding the idea of trading any thing for any reason too far-fetched.

Things like lifespan are one thing, but can even one's past cultivation experiences be extracted??

Unbelievable, unheard of.

The True Person nodded:

"Allow."

He sketched out light and shadow, and the contract was immediately established:

"From this point forward, you will be the Sixth Seat."

As the voice faded, Yuan Feidao's pupils suddenly contracted, realizing that his memories were beginning to change. His hundred years of arduous cultivation had been quietly erased, or rather...

Stripped off!

He was shocked and horrified, and he bowed sincerely to the Great Celestial Venerable.

Shen Baobao swallowed hard, unsure of what to offer, so she gritted her teeth and decided to give up.

"I offer up a century's Mental Accumulation, hoping for First Seat!"

"Allow."

"From this point on, you will be the Seventh Seat."

Her Mental Accumulation plummeted by a century.

Shen Baobao is not very old, so what she is offering is Mental Accumulation, not past cultivation— Mental Accumulation can be obtained through various means.

For example, taking Heavenly Elixir.

All eyes turned to the 'little girl' who spoke without thinking.

Mingyue glanced furtively at the Great Celestial Venerable. Is the Way of Heaven to give to the needy what is in abundance?

This is indeed the [Way of Heaven].

This is the [Dao] established by the esteemed lord before us back then.

She took a deep breath:

"Since both involve Mental Accumulation and cultivation, then this humble servant will also offer up a thousand years' worth of Mental Accumulation in exchange for a grand feast."

How many??

A thousand years???

All eyes were once again fixed on the newcomer, even the Celestial Venerable in the chaotic mist widened his eyes—"Holy crap!"

Zhang Fusheng licked his dry lips and suddenly felt that pulling Miss Mingyue into the Above High Heaven was the best decision he had ever made!

No, you're giving away a Thousand Year Spirit Refining right off the bat??

At this moment, the others in the Dao Palace also realized something was wrong—wait.

Could this 'little girl' be a big shot??

They all turned to look at the True Person.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the True Person reached out and traced light and shadow, saying softly:

"Allow."

"From now on, you will be the Eighth Seat."

The Mental Accumulation of a thousand years was stripped away from Miss Mingyue, but she did not groan like Yuan Feidao of the Sixth Seat and Shen Baobao of the Seventh Seat.

It seems that losing these things is very painful for her.

Negligible.

The Dao Palace fell silent for the third time.

The way everyone looked at the Eight Seats changed completely, including Yuan Feidao, who stood at the peak of the Celestial Person.

A thousand years of Mental Accumulation!

Even if you take drugs to compensate, you still need ten White Bone Lotus Seed!

Even for Celestial Person, a thousand years of Mental Accumulation is of paramount importance—yet she just gave it away like that?

No.

She actually managed to give it to me!

For a very long time.

The True Person broke the silence once again:

"Sharing what we have and what we don't?"

An aged voice echoed, startling everyone back to their senses. The Buddhist disciple glanced curiously at the mysterious Eighth Seat.

Only then did he turn his head and look at First Seat Chen Nuanyu:

"I promised you before that I would sever your karmic ties with the God of Plague, and now I have everything ready."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"Will you meet me in reality, or will we wait to meet again in the heavens?"

Shen Baobao was startled. Severing the karmic ties with the God of Plague?

Who are these people anyway?

Could it be that I, Great Grandmaster, am the weakest one?

Yuan Feidao, who was standing to the side, also looked on in surprise. Having cultivated the path of Path of Karma for many years, he naturally understood how difficult it was to sever the karmic ties with the gods.

Chen Nuanyu made a gesture of respect:

Let's meet again in the high heavens next time.

"Good." The Buddhist disciple nodded.

Du Mingsheng could no longer contain himself and hurriedly said:

"I am now in grave danger and I seek your help—I am willing to pay any price for your assistance."

Everyone looked at him, Shi Zhengyuan frowned:

"A great danger? Second Master, please tell me slowly."

Du Mingsheng smiled bitterly:

"I went to a lower-level city called Chongshan City."

Behind the chaotic mist, the Great Celestial Venerable, who was gnawing on the flesh of Star Beast Meat, raised his head.

Du Mingsheng continued:

"There are many followers of the Tianli Faction Sect there, including a large group and even a Celestial Person."

"I have been captured by that Celestial Person."

Everyone looked at each other, and Shen Baobao said thoughtfully:

"Are you sure it's the Tianli Faction?"

"Confirmed." Du Mingsheng firmly, then looked at the newly arrived Seventh Seat: "Can the Ancient Sage Faction lend a helping hand?"

Shen Baobao pondered for a moment:

"A Celestial Person from the Tianli Faction. I will report this matter, but to be honest, my position within the Ancient Sage Faction is not high, and I dare not guarantee you anything."

Du Mingsheng solemnly bowed:

"I will remember this forever. No matter the final outcome, I will owe you a debt of gratitude—of course, I must survive to repay it."

The Buddhist disciple also spoke at this moment:

"One is Celestial Person, and the other is Divine Walker; they are probably the leaders of the Tianli Faction in the Golden Province."

"I can certainly get a divine being from my Mandala System Divine Walker intervene, but the outcome is uncertain. If the two Celestial Person were to fight, it might cause the Chongshan Bubble to burst."

He was telling the truth; at the level of Celestial Person, every gesture possesses immense power.

The battle between two celestial Celestial Person could easily shatter the earth for thousands of miles; it could very well lead to the destruction of the small world within the towering mountains.

Du Mingsheng's expression shifted uncertainly, and finally he sighed:

"Let me see if there are any other solutions."

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, trying to find a way out for the Second Seat. Yuan Feidao hesitated at this moment, but ultimately said nothing.

For him, the most urgent task is to prepare for February 9th.

Everything else is illusory; it is not advisable to create unnecessary complications.

The crowd discussed it for a long time, but couldn't come to a conclusion. However, the mysterious Eighth Seat...

After bowing to the Celestial Venerable, she suddenly spoke:

"Is the Celestial Person you're talking about an old beggar, carrying a rotten wooden cane and a broken bowl?"

Du Mingsheng's expression brightened, and he nodded repeatedly:

"That's right! It was him! And what I saw at the time was just his projection, not his real body. I don't know where his real body is."

Everyone saw the Eighth Seat nod slightly.

"His true form is hiding in a mountain outside Chongshan City. You can rest assured that he is seriously injured and was only briefly awake when he captured you—you're just unlucky."

Everyone was a little confused.

Du Mingsheng seemed to be deep in thought:

"Eighth Seat, you mean he will continue to sleep, and I don't actually need to face a Celestial Person?"

"That's right," Mingyue said calmly.

Huang Qiuxian couldn't help but speak up:

"Eighth Seat, this matter concerns the life of the Second Seat. Are you sure? I'm not doubting you, I'm just saying, what if that Celestial Person..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Mingyue lightly said:

"I'm certain that I crippled him, and I know exactly how much force I used."

The Dao Palace was deathly silent.

The eight seats said to themselves:

"But it was also my fault. I was careless and didn't go enough. I didn't kill him outright, and he managed to hide using some Supreme Treasure."

The group looked at each other, speechless.

Eight seats.

Who exactly is she?

Who is this deity?

Shi Zhengyuan suddenly swallowed. This being, who could cripple a Celestial Person being, had just referred to himself as a child and even said "my master."

In dead silence.

Du Mingsheng bowed tremblingly to the eight seated figures:

"I also owe you a great debt of gratitude; this news is extremely important to me."

"It's alright." Miss Mingyue nodded slightly.

Shi Zhengyuan and the Buddhist disciple did not say anything, but Yuan Feidao, the Sixth Seat, spoke up:

"I also have a question, and I wonder if any of you know the answer. If you do, I am willing to pay a price in exchange for the information."

Everyone looked towards the Sixth Seat, and upon hearing the newcomer's voice, they became solemn:

"I'd like to know, have any of you heard of [Lao Tzu]?"

Ha?

Huang Qiuxian scratched his head. Why were these Sixth Seat using foul language right from the start?

Their lips twitched, and suddenly they didn't want to pay any attention to the Sixth Seat, but then they were surprised to find that the mysterious Eighth Seat suddenly turned his head.

"Laozi?"

The eighth seat said softly:

"I know this name."

She glanced tremblingly at the Celestial Venerable in the chaotic mist, then turned back to stare at Yuan Feidao:

"Why don't you elaborate?"

Yuan Feidao surprised and doubtful; there really had been a gain?

He hesitated for a moment, then said softly:

"I received a message, which consisted of four words— 'Laozi Transforms into Buddha,' so I've been searching for it; I want to know who Laozi is."

In the chaotic mist, Zhang Fusheng sat upright, his expression extremely solemn.

Then everyone heard the great Celestial Venerable sigh softly.

"Laozi Transforms into Buddha."

The Celestial Venerable seemed to have his past memories stirred up, and as if sighing, a faint Daoist rhythm echoed in his voice.

The eight men kowtowed again.

The Celestial Venerable did not look at her, but calmly said:

"In the beginning of time, Lao Tzu, the head of Daoism, once went west out of Hangu Pass, transformed into Buddha, and spread his teachings."

He was deeply moved, rarely speaking, but then sighed and fell silent.

Everyone's pupils contracted; the head of the Daoist school had transformed into a Buddha?

The Celestial Venerable within the boundless chaotic mist suddenly turned his gaze to the Eighth Seat, who was bowing in reverence, and softly asked:

"Little guy, in this state, how much of what you used to remember?"

The Mingyue trembled, and amidst a chorus of puzzled gazes, it kowtowed once, then again.

She prayed:

"Young boy, I beg the Dao Ancestor, what price must I pay to bring my master back?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed and pricked up their ears. Who exactly was this "master" they spoke of, someone capable of crippling even Celestial Person being?

A deity from Different Dimension?

Does their return signify that the deity has vanished or died?

They all suddenly realized that if these were deities, then these eight seats would be those of a [Divine Attendant].

That makes sense.

The Eight Seats are likely reserved for Celestial Person standing at the pinnacle.

As everyone's thoughts raced, they saw the chaotic mist churning and heard the Great Celestial Venerable speak gently:

"Your master once stood shoulder to shoulder with me, played chess, and discussed philosophy."

'Boom!!'

From First Seat to five seats, my head was spinning.

I was stunned.

Shen Baobao and Yuan Feidao were also startled, as they had already heard Shi Zhengyuan briefly introduce the Heavenly Venerable—who came from the old world!

The gods of today are all usurpers, occupying the thrones of those great beings of the past!

In other words.

The master mentioned by the Eight Seats is also a god from an ancient world!