A Million Years of Lifespan, Brilliant Fist Imprints Like Rain

Grass.

That's too little!

Inside the tent, Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, feeling both toothache and a sense of unease.

"Old Du actually lived to be 1,700 years old!"

He muttered to himself, recalling the first time they gathered in the heavens, when there were only four members.

During that transaction among the members, Lao Du easily gave the lifespan of a hundred years.

At the time, I didn't realize it, but now, thinking back on it carefully, it seems strange.

Even the Celestial Person from the High Gate Cui Family that has existed for 1,700 years, who is nearing the end of his life, may not be 1,700 years old!

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced; there was a secret about Du Mingsheng.

But what exactly is it?

He didn't care, nor did he concern himself.

Even if someone is an immortal being with an exceptionally long lifespan, or has consumed large quantities of life-extending Heavenly Elixir —so what?

Unimportant.

For Zhang Fusheng, lifespan was the least valuable thing.

"That's fine too."

He remained huddled inside the tent, listening to the commotion in the camp, his thoughts once again descending upon Du Mingsheng through the High Heaven Token.

The contract must be fulfilled first.

As for how to rescue Du Mingsheng his escape?

That couldn't be simpler.

Meanwhile, in Chongshan City, in the dungeon.

"Who was the member who helped me break free?"

"That mysterious First Seat in the Western Sect? Or those five seats with very high status?"

As his thoughts raced, Du Mingsheng noticed the water below rippling slightly. He was initially puzzled, then his scalp tingled, and he suddenly looked up!

He saw it.

I saw a brilliant fist mark.

The fist imprint landed on the chains, and a strange force reverberated, causing the shackles on his body to break one by one, layer by layer.

He is free.

"What kind of tactic is this??"

Startled, Du Mingsheng unleashed a dazzling fist imprint from an unknown distance.

Judging from his aura, he's at least a Grandmaster!

Although he was puzzled, he did not hesitate and quietly approached the dungeon door, his expression hardening again.

Thoughts cannot perceive the outside world.

The entire dungeon was constructed from a special material that would immediately emit a piercing sound upon contact with Mental Intent.

Moreover, there must be a large guard outside the dungeon—at least one.

"Escape won't be easy."

As Du Mingsheng pondered, another dazzling fist imprint appeared before his eyes.

'BOOM!!!'

The dungeon door was blown apart.

Amidst billowing dust, before he could even react, he saw two powerful figures attacking!

Another brilliant fist mark.

The two powerful figures were slammed into the ground, both coughing up blood. Only then did Du Mingsheng snap out of his daze and run away as fast as he could!

Ten times the speed of sound, thirty times, fifty times!

Four furnace flames flickered, and he was completely liberated. His thousand-meter-tall Dharma image broke through the dungeon, and before his eyes, there seemed to be brilliant fist imprints intertwining to form a line of secret characters.

[Just run away]

Du Mingsheng had no time to think; with a leap, he ascended—hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, tens of thousands of meters!

He instinctively lowered his head.

He saw the entire Chongshan City at his feet, and he saw every single person and citizen in the Chongshan City.

Regardless of gender or age, everyone was looking up, gazing indifferently at themselves.

It's a street vendor, a child clutching a lollipop, and a strange old man selling balloons.

Without exception.

The entire city, it turns out, had been 'infected' at some point.

Everyone is a believer in Heaven, a devotee.

The Tianli Faction.

Heaven is supreme, and the principles of Heaven are of utmost importance. Heaven creates all things to nourish humankind, and humankind serves as firewood to Heaven.

Du Mingsheng his spine.

Lost in thought, he saw one after another great sect leader rising from the ground, soaring into the sky!!

"Expel them."

Far away, in another city, a young man huddled in a tent spoke as if in a dream, while Wei Lingzhu, sitting beside him, wiped away his sweat.

At the same moment.

Chongshan City.

The great sects that had soared into the sky suddenly plummeted downwards at an even faster speed, as if some unknown force was manipulating the entire world and driving them downwards!

'Thud!'

Du Mingsheng swallowed hard, snapped out of his daze, and continued upwards, crashing towards the very top of the sky, intending to crash directly into the Waiting Area!

Another great group arrived, their magnificent thousand-meter-tall Dharma images stretching across the sky.

"Expel him, Om."

The sleeping youth began to mumble in his sleep again, as if he were having a nightmare, unconsciously waving his fists.

Wei Lingzhu quietly withdrew from the tent:

"Brother Boyang seems to have been resting poorly lately."

She casually zipped up the tent.

"Don't disturb him."

"Okay, sis."

Wei Qingshan nodded, also lowering his voice:

"Speaking of which, Brother Boyang has a pretty good mentality. It was his first time at the camp, and he saw so many cultists, yet he remained calm."

Wei Lingzhu smiled and gestured towards the tent with her lip:

"Isn't this a nightmare? Right now, he's still muttering the words 'exile' in his sleep."

"Expelled," Wei Qingshan scratched his head, then suddenly realized, "Was it after yesterday during the day, when that giant palm of Sea of Clouds pressed down and the mountains collapsed?"

"I glanced at it and remember it very clearly. There were three loud noises that echoed throughout the vast sky and earth, deafeningly loud. I guess it left a considerable psychological shadow on Brother Boyang."

The siblings sighed deeply, filled with emotion.

Inside the tent.

The young man mumbled in his sleep, waving his hands haphazardly, but in his mind he silently contemplated the Primordial Ancient Scripture, activating the Taiyi Chapter and the [Karma Parallel].

As long as it can be seen, or even perceived.

Then this method can be implemented.

For example, one can perceive the outside world through a distant High Heaven Token, or through a wisp of Mental Intent within that High Heaven Token.

The move had barely begun when it struck the person.

Chongshan City.

One after another, brilliant fist imprints appeared out of thin air, and the moment they appeared, they were already imprinted on the pursuing Grandmasters!

The brilliant fist imprints were extremely heavy; although they couldn't truly harm these powerful figures, they could at least provide some resistance.

The most important thing is

There are too many fist marks.

Like the continuous raindrops in a downpour.

He took someone's money.

To avert disaster for others.

Zhang Fusheng was truly putting in all his strength, his fist imprints flowing continuously, like a dazzling rain of light, crashing down on the major masters one by one. They wanted to dodge, but they simply couldn't!

The fist imprint appeared directly on the body!

One of the major sects, whose Body Furnace Fire had been ignited, was truly destroyed, and the Body Furnace Fire behind his head was extinguished as well.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The other major forces are also in a difficult situation; those that have only lit one or two fires are now hesitant to continue their pursuit.

Meanwhile, the major sects at the level of Spiritual Furnace Fire and even Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire have been repeatedly banished by unknown and strange forces!

Du Mingsheng withdrew his gaze in shock, his figure already soaring hundreds of kilometers into the air, raising his fist.

The thousand-meter-long Dharma image followed with a raised fist.

Smash it!!

'Boom!!'

Like a thunderclap, a shockwave, visible to the naked eye, surged in all directions, scattering the Sea of Clouds!

But not even a single crack appeared at the very top of the sky.

There seemed to be an unknown force covering it.

"Damn it!"

Du Mingsheng changed drastically:

"This is the headquarters of the Tianli Faction Sect!"

He was terrified and didn't know what to do, so he cried out to the mysterious friend for help:

"I'm willing to sacrifice another hundred years of my cultivation to save me from this!"

The dazzling, rain-like fist imprints suddenly stopped.

The next second.

Du Mingsheng heard the roar of a great river in his ears, and in a daze, he seemed to see endless flower fields, and he seemed to see the place of his return on the other side.

Besides.

A wooden bridge spans the river.

Unaware of how he had ended up standing on the decaying bridge.

He wanted to turn back, but he couldn't. It was as if a heavy world was pressing down on his shoulders, and all around him was gloomy and cold, and all sound was silent!

"Here it is"

Du Mingsheng murmured in fear.

The bridge beneath their feet crashed towards the very top of the sky.

The Heavenly Dome, which even the most powerful sects could not shake with their full strength, was as thin as a sheet of paper before that seemingly precarious wooden bridge.

The celestial dome was shattered.

Amidst the dazzling array of sights, we found ourselves deep in a desolate desert within the Waiting Area.

Du Mingsheng to the ground. The bridge, the river, the other shore, his final resting place—everything had vanished, as if...

It was all an illusion.

What just happened?

He slumped down on the desert, sweat pouring from his forehead, and a chaotic mist swirled and coalesced into human form.

It's True Person.

"I was asked by that fellow member to come and collect another hundred years of cultivation." The True Person spoke calmly, his voice sounding genuine despite being a human form formed from mist.

Du Mingsheng staggered to his feet and saw the light and shadow outlined on the True Person.

Another century of cultivation was stripped away.

But none of the four fires in the stove went out.

He spoke somewhat shyly:

"At the age of one hundred, I was already a grandmaster; at four hundred, I had already lit four furnaces, but..."

Du Mingsheng sneered:

"For over a thousand years, he has been unable to break through the limits, unable to achieve the position of Thousand Year Spirit Refining, and has been trapped in this realm."

The True Person glanced at him, a sense of wonder rising within him.

Reaching the millennium level wasn't necessarily difficult, even though I had the 'absolute correctness' of the Contract Book back then, and sat upright on the futon with an incomparably high status, which allowed me to break through in one go.

But even without these, it wouldn't have taken so many years.

Old Du doesn't seem like a fool.

Du Mingsheng bowed to the True Person, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked:

"May I True Person, who was that friend who came to your aid?"

The True Person shook his head slightly:

"He never met with you at the Heavenly Venerable's court. His identity is very special; he is a deity from an ancient world who once ruled over the underworld, the final resting place of all souls."

Du Mingsheng's eyes widened as he heard the True Person spout off:

"However, when the old world was destroyed, he happened to enter the cycle of reincarnation and undergo tribulation as a mortal. Now he is trapped in the process of undergoing tribulation."

"And because the underworld and the netherworld have fallen apart, they have been unable to return to their rightful places for a long time."

After casually patching up the alias [Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate], Zhang Fusheng planned to leave and enjoy your two hundred years of cultivation.

Du Mingsheng's pupils contracted as he watched the True Person figure gradually fade away. He gritted his teeth:

"But just now!"

The True Person's figure solidified again, and he calmly looked at Du Mingsheng.

The latter paused for a moment, then continued with what he hadn't finished saying:

"But just now, I seemed to hear the sound of a river, saw an ancient wooden bridge that has stood the test of time, and saw a..."

"The place of refuge on the other shore."

The True Person frowned and stared at him silently.

Du Mingsheng his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision:

"I have seen that same place of final rest on the other side before."

Far away, the young man, who seemed to be fast asleep curled up in the tent, turned over slightly.

In the desert.

The True Person's tone remained unchanged as they simply said, "Oh."

"You mean the Other Shore Flower by the Yellow Springs River and the Helplessness Bridge?"

"The Other Shore Flower"

Du Mingsheng murmured absentmindedly, chewing on those four words. The sandstorm outside the Waiting Area was fierce, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

"Yes."

"It's the Other Shore Flower."

Zhang Fusheng was shaken. Under his control, the True Person formed from the chaotic mist showed no abnormalities.

The True Person said:

"Why did you decide to tell me about this?"

Du Mingsheng spoke cautiously:

"You just said that the mysterious friend is an ancient deity, currently undergoing some kind of tribulation, and unable to return due to the collapse of the underworld."

"I want to win His favor!"

The True Person stared at Du Mingsheng with great interest, realizing that Old Du's secret was even bigger than he had imagined.

He said calmly:

"Continue."

Du Mingsheng a deep breath.

"Seventeen hundred years ago, when I was still young, just over fifty years old, I came into contact with an ancient book."

"It was open. As I gazed at it, I saw Illusory Scene, including the land of my final resting place."

After pausing, Du Mingsheng looked at the humanoid figure formed from a mass of chaotic mist and continued:

"I opened it and saw my name on it, along with my remaining lifespan—one hundred and twenty-four years."

I added a word to it.

"After one hundred and twenty-four, one [ten thousand] words were added."

Far away, Zhang Fusheng, fast asleep, felt his eyelids twitching wildly.

1.24 million?

Du Mingsheng said bitterly:

"Then, a hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years."

"I haven't even grown old."

"But adding that one word seems to have cost me something—I can't break through to become a Xiantian no matter what."

"There are three characters in that ancient book, which are called..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the True Person calmly say:

"The Book of Life and Death?"

Du Mingsheng looked up in astonishment at the chaotic humanoid figure and nodded slightly.

"Right."

"Let's call it the Book of Life and Death."