Nail Head Seven Arrows, the Heavenly Venerable's Wrath

Yellow sand filled the air as a dozen pickup trucks and SUVs roared across the desert.

Curse Killing Technique.

Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids. He had also learned about the Myriad Gods Cult's curse techniques, which were quite similar to the witchcraft he had learned in his previous life.

Misfortune can be brought down from afar simply by examining blood, hair, or even just one's birth date and time.

He did not immediately enter the Eight Sceneries Palace to sit down.

It's not sunrise yet.

Wu Shangpin, with his stubble, complained at this moment:

"Those Myriad Gods Cult bastards, all they do is give orders. I'm switching to the Western Sect in a couple of days."

He hummed and hawed, chatting casually with the siblings. Zhang Fusheng listened silently, getting a general idea of what was going on.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wu and this convoy were a so-called smuggling team, making a living by smuggling goods between various cities.

In fact, the same applies to Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan.

They weren't smuggling ordinary stuff; it was mostly related to cults—which is why the profits were frighteningly high!

Of course, the same applies.

Including Wu Shangpin, these people cannot actually be considered cult members.

Cults look down on them; they're just people struggling to survive in a higher-level 'underworld'.

For example, the strange tattoos on Wu Shangpin's body, judging from their conversation, seemed to be a gift from the Myriad Gods Cult after completing a certain transport mission.

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts were in turmoil.

Wu Shangpin glanced at the brother and sister who were examining the photo and chuckled:

"What, you guys actually want to help with the investigation? Let me tell you, don't be stupid!"

"Why?" Wei Qingshan asked, puzzled. "The missions sent by the Myriad Gods Cult should pay at least a large sum of money, right?"

Wei Lingzhu glared at him:

"A major incident happened during the day, and now a bounty has been issued. If we really go to look for them, we might find them, but we'll probably lose our lives!"

Wei Qingshan was stunned, and said in horror:

"Sis, you mean the person in this photo was also in the sky during the day? But... but he's so young!!"

Wei Lingzhu scoffed and shook her head, saying:

"I'm afraid he's not just in the sky; he might be that important figure sitting in a spaceship!"

Wei Qingshan's eyes widened as he looked at the middle-aged man beside him. Seeing the latter nod slightly, indicating that it was possible, he immediately gasped again.

"This is truly muddy water; it must not be mixed in, it must not be mixed in."

The boy muttered to himself, glancing at his Brother Boyang, standing to the side.

But they found that Brother Boyang had already fallen into a deep sleep, leaning against the back of the truck.

Wei Lingzhu casually draped a garment over his shoulders and said softly:

"Brother Boyang is just an ordinary person, and his health is even weaker than mine. I hope he doesn't catch a cold."

The convoy continued speeding across the yellow sand.

Night was falling, and dawn was approaching.

Chongyang City.

Zhou Muneo suddenly sat up, exuding an air of unapproachable arrogance—but that aura quickly dissipated.

He pushed open the door and found Hu Zhongli, whose expression was grave.

"We have news."

Hu Zhongli looked at the Three-Eyed Boy in surprise:

"You mean, there's news of Fusheng?"

He rubbed his temples. Intelligence indicated that the Space-Air Fleet had vanished into thin air while passing through Spring Thunder City.

I can't find it no matter how hard I look.

"Not in Spring Thunder City, but in Shuangcheng City, Zhang Fusheng was attacked by more than ten high- Myriad Gods Cult Sect, but he is currently unharmed."

Hu Zhongli's expression changed, and without saying a word, he made several phone calls in quick succession.

He served as Golden Councilor for two hundred years, and his influence was deeply entrenched throughout the entire Golden Province.

After several exchanges.

Hu Zhongli hung up the phone, frowning as he said:

"We've confirmed that within the Shuangcheng City area, there are currently no Divine Envoy of the Myriad Gods Cult at the Innate Great Realm level from the Pantheon Sect."

He pondered for a moment and said:

"Do you know Zhang Fusheng's exact location? I can try to rescue him, but..."

Manipulating Zhou Muneo's body, Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"But what?"

Hu Zhongli rubbed his temples, somewhat worried:

"I fear that someone High Envoy the Pantheon 'Myriad Gods Cult in Shuangcheng City possesses Supreme Treasure. No, I'm certain they possess Supreme Treasure."

He took a breath and said in a deep voice:

"If we're going to rescue them, we must act quickly. Otherwise, if any of the Myriad Gods Cult's innate abilities are activated, things will get complicated, since there might be Supreme Treasure there."

Zhou Muneo frowned slightly, a sense of dejection quietly flowing in his third eye.

After a while.

He said thoughtfully:

"If you don't go to Shuangcheng City, can you guarantee that the Innate Great Realm of the Myriad Gods Cult Sect won't go either?"

"90% chance."

Hu Zhongli briefly stated:

"Since the Myriad Gods Cult has fabricated the illusion that the Space-Air Fleet left Twin Cities safely, they naturally don't want to make a big fuss."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"Furthermore, each religion and sect keeps a close eye on the other's Divine Envoy, and if they show any unusual behavior, the other sects will also notice."

Zhang Fusheng understood and, manipulating Zhou Muneo's body, spoke:

"Old Hu, do you mean that as long as no innate being descends upon Shuangcheng, the innate being of the Myriad Gods Cult will not take any action?"

"That's right." Hu Zhongli nodded affirmatively. "The Innate Great Realm, and it's also classified as a strategic level by the Federation."

"Neither side inherently wants to take the first step, as they are more likely to become the target of everyone's criticism."

Zhou Muneo nodded silently and said lightly:

"Then forget it. For now, keep a close eye on the movements of those innate beings in the Myriad Gods Cult and don't make any other moves."

Hu Zhongli was slightly startled:

"What about Fu Sheng?"

After a moment's thought, he suddenly realized:

"Is the True Person going to take action personally?"

Zhou Muneo shook his head and said calmly:

"True Person does not interfere in affairs; he follows the natural order of heaven and earth, and the principles of non-action and tranquility, but..."

He glanced at Hu Zhongli and said meaningfully:

"If the innate talent had not descended, how could Zhang Fusheng, who was valued by the True Person, not have emerged from there?"

"If there really is Supreme Treasure there, perhaps we can even obtain Supreme Treasure."

Hu Zhongli's pupils contracted, then he understood:

"That makes sense, but I wonder if that old man is in Shuangcheng. If he is, he must have Supreme Treasure."

"Who?"

"Zhou Muneo" asked curiously.

"An old woman, with one foot already in the Innate Great Realm, possessing Thousand Year Spirit Refining position."

Hu Zhongli explained:

"This person is no ordinary individual. Although not yet a Primordial Being, she is almost destined to become one. It is said that she is also valued by a certain Evil God of the Myriad Gods Cult and is in her hands."

"There is a Supreme Treasure."

"A damaged Supreme Treasure called [The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book]."

The faint smile on Zhou Muneo's face disappeared.

He simply said "oh" and calmly left.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Zhang Fusheng's thoughts abruptly vanished, instantly returning to his true self, and he immediately retreated into the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"Your mother!"

He was truly astonished.

Curse Killing Technique.

Nail Head Seven Arrows Book???

Although she knew that even if that terrifying old woman wanted to use Curse Killing Technique her, she would never use the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book,

She probably doesn't even have the ability to initiate it; at most, she could borrow some momentum—but Zhang Fusheng is afraid too!

That's the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book!!

Even if, according to Hu Zhongli, it is 'damaged'.

"The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book"

Zhang Fusheng huddled on the prayer mat, not daring to move, quietly waiting for dawn.

This thing, in the myths of my past life,

It was held by [Lu Ya Daojun].

Lu Ya Daojun used this treasure to curse and kill [Zhao Gongming]!!

Who is Zhao Gongming?

In that mythological story, he was the one who scared away [the Past Buddha Ancestor] Randeng and fought Yang Jian and Nezha alone!

Zhang Fusheng huddled tightly on the prayer mat, and with a sudden thought, he transformed himself into [Zhong Shan].

What he bought back then was Zhong Shan's [identity], including the other party's karma, destiny, etc.

In other words, if he were to transform into Zhong Shan at this moment, he would be Zhong Shan, not Zhang Fusheng.

They were fully prepared.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Dawn has broken.

At this very moment, in the northern part of Shuangcheng City.

The time has come.

A low, eerie sound echoed through the underground hall. Before a grandmaster skilled in Curse Killing Method, a small altar had been erected, with a brazier placed on each of the four sides of it.

In the center of the stove was a small straw figure.

The straw effigy had a paper strip with the words "Zhang Fusheng" written on it, and some blood was still seeping inside.

Yesterday, blood flowed from Director Zhang's body.

"Grown ups."

Another large merchant approached and spoke softly to the old woman standing nearby watching:

"Through the Grand Sacrifice, the gods have been invited to grant their favor. With the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book activated, the Shuangcheng City have been completely sealed off."

"Whether we try to sneak across or break through the highest point of the heavens, we cannot escape this curse. Should we also use the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?"

The old woman glared at him:

"Do you want him to die, so all our efforts will have been in vain?"

The businessman shrank back.

"Not really, it's just that this person's methods yesterday were too bizarre. It would probably be safer to use those three shouts to summon Supreme Treasure to leverage their power."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"After all, we only have this one drop of blood, and we can only use a curse to kill him once to determine his location. We can use the Divine Book, as long as we don't use a curse that takes lives, right?"

The old woman pondered for a moment:

That makes sense.

After a moment's thought, she made a decision:

"Guards, bring the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book!"

A moment later, a thin book was brought out, and on the cover in the center of the book was a straw figure stained with black blood.

The bloodstains had remained for countless years, seemingly from an infinite number of years ago. Just one glance was enough to make one dizzy and nauseous!

The entire book has only twenty-one pages, and it exudes an ancient and profound aura.

The old woman handed over the [Nail Head Seven Arrows Book], High Envoy who performed the curse-killing technique respectfully picked up the divine book and placed it before the small altar.

A long silver needle appeared in his hand.

"Now, we offer this sacrifice to the Supreme Treasure, for there is a son, Zhang Fusheng, who has brought calamity to the world and chaos to the common people. We inform the spirits of the unseen realm."

The High Envoy's voice was low and deep as he muttered incantations, but the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book showed no unusual movement—he was incapable of activating this treasure in the first place.

Even the old woman who possesses this treasure cannot do it.

This time, it's just 'borrowing their momentum'.

"Nailed, hands and feet crippled, unable to walk or move, stiff as a board for a thousand days, resentment soaring to the heavens!"

As the great voice fell, the silver needle in his hand flew out and nailed hard into the arm of the straw doll. The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book placed beside him seemed to tremble slightly as if a breeze was blowing through it!

"Curse! Kill!"

The last two words are...

In the same instant.

Eight Sceneries Palace, Zhang Fusheng, who was curled up on a futon, suddenly lowered his head.

He sensed that something was looking for him.

That thing moved toward its true form, yet hovered above it, seemingly about to fall but not quite!

The reason is simple.

At this moment, he was using the power of Zhong Shan; he was Zhong Shan, not Zhang Fusheng. How could the spell used to curse Zhang Fusheng fall on Zhong Shan?

On the meditation cushion.

The Celestial Venerable's expression darkened slightly. After a moment of contemplation, with a thought, the gates of the Dao Palace opened wide, and he voluntarily transformed himself back into Zhang Fusheng.

They even actively seek to guide the invisible entity that hovers above the real body, remaining motionless!

Because we don't do it that way.

That thing will never be able to touch the Eight Sceneries Palace in this lifetime.

Under the guidance of the mysterious entity, it entered the Eight Sceneries Palace and suddenly attacked the Celestial Venerable on the futon!

Closer, closer.

The mysterious object had not yet come within three feet of the Celestial Venerable.

"Insolence!" the Great Celestial Venerable coldly rebuked.

The incoming Curse Killing Technique naturally disintegrated.

The Dao Palace seemed to have become even more secluded and mysterious.

Offending [Taiqing] angered the Dao Palace priest.

Illusory Scene seemed to flash before my eyes, a connection of cause and effect—in a blurry, fleeting glimpse,

Zhang Fusheng seemed to see the spellcaster, the old woman watching, and a thin booklet wrapped with a blood-stained straw figure.

"The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book," He murmured in a low voice, his eyes gleaming.

"I really want it."

The Dao Palace hummed softly.

The shattered Curse Killing Technique suddenly surged back a thousandfold!