Encirclement! The Helplessness Bridge Appears!

The youthful, ethereal voice echoed through the camp, leaving it deathly silent.

Everyone stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the cracked Treasure Mirror on the ground.

On the broken mirror, the face reflected was still blurry and not fully shown, but the real name was already on it.

The Divine Cult Grandmaster secretly wiped his eyes and looked again.

Yes, it is indeed the three large characters "Zhang Fusheng".

Followers of some religious sects cautiously and quietly moved outwards, while the Old Fisherman stared blankly at the mirror.

And the Old Boatman standing in front of the young man?

He stood frozen in place, beads of sweat dripping down his face, his smile frozen, not daring to move an inch.

In deathly silence and stillness.

The Divine Cult Grandmaster made a move.

He silently walked forward, stomped the mirror to pieces, and then acted as if nothing had happened, laughing it off.

"That's all, everyone disperse. The investigation is over. We didn't find anything, hahaha."

Zhang Fusheng stretched out a hand and placed it on his shoulder with a smile.

"Can you still walk?"

Sweat dripped from the Divine Cult Grandmaster's forehead.

One second, two seconds.

He suddenly sprang up, four flames erupting from the back of his head—he was clearly a supreme master!

In a sense, aside from their spiritual realm, he and the old woman were on the same level.

But even that one or two spiritual gaps are so great that they cannot be bridged.

The Divine Cult Grandmaster's vision suddenly went dark, and when it cleared again, he found himself on a desolate, decaying bridge.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't open his mouth. He saw the river lapping against the bridge, water splashing on him, his flesh melting away!

"Save"

All four fires on the Helplessness Bridge went out simultaneously.

He died in the divine realm.

The injuries, in turn, reflect reality.

In the camp, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the supreme Divine Cult Grandmaster suddenly froze, his face fixed on a ferocious expression that seemed about to erupt.

And the next second,

The Divine Cult Grandmaster began to melt, melt.

The four fires behind them went out one after another.

He melted into a puddle of mud.

"Run, run!"

The Old Boatman roared and turned to run away, his whole body already soaked in sweat!

He was still in shock at that moment.

This is Zhang Fusheng.

It really was Zhang Fusheng!

Fuck you, Old Fisherman! You fucking harbored Zhang Fusheng!!!

He fled, desperately trying to escape, using every means at his disposal, but the moment he broke out of the camp, he sensed something and suddenly looked up.

A sea of thunder had appeared in the sky sometime during the night.

Lightning appeared, gradually expanding until it filled his entire field of vision.

It is said that when a person is dying, their perception of time becomes very slow; even a second can feel like many years.

I used to think it was nonsense.

But now, the Old Boatman truly understands it.

The lightning slowly descended, and fragments of my past life flashed rapidly through my mind.

Memories flow by, as if I've gone through my childhood and grown up all over again, as if I've lived my life all over again.

My consciousness finally settled on the Old Fisherman's face.

Brute.

You actually harbored Zhang Fusheng!

Lightning struck, and carbonized powder drifted away in the wind.

One person after another.

The rumbling thunder continued unabated until all the men the Old Boatman had brought were reduced to carbonized powder.

The camp fell completely silent.

The followers from various religious sects were drenched in sweat, frozen in place, staring blankly at the honest-looking young man.

They watched as the honest young man's appearance gradually changed; he seemed to have grown much younger, and his looks became handsome.

Zhang Fusheng's original appearance.

Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua exchanged a glance, suppressing the urge to greet them, and decided to wait and see.

"They're almost here."

Zhang Fusheng turned around and gazed at the distant horizon.

It seems as if one can see rows of bright suns rushing towards us.

That's fine.

Let's settle this today.

He glanced sideways and gave the order:

"My good disciple, stay here and behave yourself. Your master will be leaving for a while."

All eyes fell on the girl. Wei Lingzhu swallowed and nodded slightly.

"Yes, Master."

They saw the great man who had casually beheaded a grandmaster walk into the sky, and then descend towards the manor ten miles away.

The camp was first deathly silent, then suddenly erupted into a frenzy of activity!

The Old Fisherman was panting heavily, staring at Wei Lingzhu:

"Little Lingzhu, you... you took that person as your master??"

Wei Lingzhu nodded timidly.

The Old Fisherman's lips twitched:

"You said you wanted to follow Confucianism and Daoism, and I was even planning to find you a master from an Ancient Sage Faction school to be your teacher when we returned to Chongyang."

He was somewhat lost in thought, and murmured:

"That's fine then, that's fine then. You should probably call me 'Senior Uncle' now."

Three question marks appeared on Wei Lingzhu's forehead.

Ah?

Master Uncle??

She was a little confused and didn't quite understand. She subconsciously looked at the many believers in the camp.

But he discovered that these people, whom he usually looked up to, were now quietly looking at him.

They all carried a sense of fear.

Is it because of Master?

Wei Lingzhu thought quietly.

At the same time.

The manor is ten miles away.

Before entering the manor, Zhang Fusheng's figure blurred almost imperceptibly for a moment before he strode inside.

"Who?"

Cui Wendao, who was meditating cross-legged, frowned and opened his eyes. He had already seen the lightning in the distance, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Some ordinary lightning bolts were enough to kill even the Martial Arts Master.

The Myriad Gods Cult guarding the area looked over, and some stepped forward to stop them, but before they could reach them, they suddenly froze on the spot, their bodies rapidly turning into stones, lifeless.

The other Myriad Gods Cult' expressions changed drastically, but before they could react, their vision blurred and they fell into Zhang Fusheng's divine realm.

Then, in the divine realm, in Zhang Fusheng's imagination, they turned into a stone—and they really did become a stone.

The divine realm reflects reality once more.

One by one, the believers were petrified silently, becoming lifelike statues.

Zhang Fusheng walked up to Cui Wendao and looked at this important member of the Cui family with great interest.

"Who is Cui Qingyi to you?" he asked.

Cui Wendao sat cross-legged, his expression unchanged, and calmly spoke:

"She's my aunt—who are you?"

He stared at the newcomer and spoke coldly:

"If you retreat now, I will forgive and forget what happened."

Zhang Fusheng laughed, a strange feeling stirring in his heart:

"Where do you get your confidence? From the Cui family?"

Cui Wendao with a smile, but did not answer.

You have no idea who I am.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the young man interrupt him:

"Or is it because of the Book of Life and Death?"

Cui Wendao's smile froze, and he abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Zhang Fusheng!

Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue:

"So, it really is the Book of Life and Death. How interesting. Are you some kind of Book Holder? No, that's not right. You are qualified to be the so-called Book Holder."

He circled Cui Wendao three times, marveling at the sight.

"Does wielding the Book of Life and Death require some special quality? Hmm, it probably does. And since you have such confidence, is it because you can already communicate with the Book of Life and Death?"

Large beads of sweat streamed down Cui Wendao's forehead, his lips trembled slightly, and he stared intently at Zhang Fusheng:

Who exactly are you?

You'll find out.

Zhang Fusheng's smile faded, and he suddenly glanced to the side.

The next second.

The entire manor crumbled in the blink of an eye!!

A Golden Ancient Chariot rumbled from the sky, followed by ten blazing suns. They had barely appeared on the horizon when they arrived in an instant!

Chaos erupted in the distant camp; everyone was fleeing, realizing an earth-shattering battle was about to unfold, and they knew they couldn't stay here!

But where can they escape to?

Some recalled the terrifying scene from that day: mountains collapsing, the sky trembling, and countless magical forces connecting heaven and earth.

At this point, there's no time to escape the affected area!

"To the Land of Exotic Treasures!" someone hissed. "Perhaps it's safe there!"

Some people also loudly refuted this:

"No, the passage to the Land of Exotic Treasures hasn't been opened yet!"

Suddenly, people realized something and looked towards the impassable river.

On the river, a whirlpool had appeared sometime earlier—this was the 'loophole'.

This is the shipping route used for smuggling.

Someone examined it closely and exclaimed in surprise:

"This is the sea route to the Land of Exotic Treasures! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

They flocked towards that spot, but then paused.

Something's not right.

Something's not right.

Why is that vortex still expanding?

Amidst horrified gazes, and under the blazing suns ten miles away in the sky.

In the impassable river, the whirlpool has expanded to an unbelievable extent, reaching the riverbank!

Even more terrifying things happened.

The riverbank collapsed into the whirlpool.

The whirlpool continued to expand, even exceeding the impassable river, engulfing the earth, then the camp, and then the mountains!

Just like this shipping lane, this whirlpool, or perhaps, just like that Land of Exotic Treasures.

That mysterious place, with its South Heaven Gate and Exotic Earth everywhere, is slowly, gradually, devouring this place!

It's engulfing this bubble, this tiny world!

People wanted to escape.

But it was too late; the vortex was expanding far too fast!

People were drawn into it.

This scene went unnoticed by those ten miles away. In the sky, the old woman sat upright in a golden ancient chariot, with powerful figures standing behind her.

"Zhang Fusheng."

The old woman stroked the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book and said coldly:

"Where are you going to run to this time? Or are you planning to take Cui Wendao hostage?"

Zhang Fusheng?

Cui Wendao glanced at the young man and felt that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

I've heard it mentioned more than just by cult members.

It seems my aunt mentioned this not long ago.

Zhang Fusheng stood beside Cui Wendao and said with a smile:

"That's not what I meant. Judging from your attitude, you're really going to take me down today?"

The old woman remained calm and did not answer, but simply shook her head and said:

"This farce should probably end soon; Twin Cities World has been locked down for far too long."

She sighed softly, and then spoke:

"If you surrender now, there's still a chance for things to turn around. I don't intend to kill you; I want you to join the cult."

Zhang Fusheng was locked onto by a series of terrifying auras, but his expression remained unchanged:

"Kill me? How are you going to kill me?"

The old woman smiled and stood up from the golden ancient chariot:

"You have many secrets, but that doesn't matter. As long as we obtain your corpse and remnant soul, with the power of my divine sect, we can also obtain your secrets."

"Since they are so stubborn..."

"Then let dust return to dust, ashes to ashes."

This time, the old woman used all her strength, daring not to be careless in the slightest; she was like a lion hunting a rabbit!

The ancient war chariot she trod upon roared, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, tearing apart swathes of the ground and sending them soaring into the sky.

Behind her, the shattered rock layers merged with the power of heaven and earth, further enhanced by her divine form!

A three-thousand-meter-tall statue covered in rock strata emerged.

The Buddha bows his head, and the winds and clouds shift.

"Go back."

The old woman sighed softly, picked up the Supreme Treasure in her hands, and then heard Zhang Fusheng ask:

"That's... the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?"

The old woman was taken aback:

"You have quite the insight."

She placed her palm on the Supreme Treasure, her expression turning fierce, using the Supreme Treasure as leverage.

The Dharma image exudes a murderous aura, which, after seeping into the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book, falls like arrows!

Standing beside Cui Wendao, Zhang Fusheng felt an irresistible and terrifying force descend upon him.

He was pierced by the murderous aura; he was shattered, and all life vanished simultaneously.

The Body Furnace Fire and Qi and Blood Furnace Fire fires behind his head went out, and his body began to collapse, leading to his irreversible death!

He died.

Or rather, it died.

The flesh and skin dissipated, revealing a Ghastly Skeleton, a Ghastly Skeleton at the Great Grandmaster level.

Zhang Fusheng is never here.

On the Golden Ancient Chariot, the old woman was first stunned, then her scalp tingled, and she looked around abruptly!

The world has fallen silent.

I am standing on a decaying bridge.

The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book in my hand had disappeared sometime ago, I don't know when.

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