The Earth Deity Method, Three Hundred Years in the Underworld!

A chill rose from the tailbone.

In an instant, it surged throughout his entire body.

Cui Wendao stared intently at Zhang Fusheng, who had gone from looking old and dying to being a young man again, and finally a change in his expression appeared on his face.

"How is this possible?"

He murmured, communicating with the Book of Life and Death and Death far away through blood ties, and vaguely saw the Divine Book enshrined in the ancestral temple.

The Divine Book was flipped through, and Zhang Fusheng's name was on it.

Eighteen years old.

My remaining lifespan is ten years.

But he had just exhausted this guy's three-hundred-year lifespan!

He lived for more than ten years.

Where did it come from?

Cui Wendao, his hair standing on end.

"Go to hell!"

He groaned and made a second alteration to the Book of Life and Death, using the sealing of his own Qi as the price to erase those ten years of his lifespan!

Zhang Fusheng once again exhibited the signs of the Five Decays in Celestial Person, indicating that his lifespan had come to an end and he was beginning to age at an unbelievable speed!

Then.

He calmly took another ten years of lifespan from the Contract Book.

We won't take more; ten years will be enough.

The signs of the Five Decays in the Celestial Person have completely disappeared.

"Want to come again?"

He smiled and Cui Wendao, calmly inquiring:

"It's actually quite fun."

After a pause, Zhang Fusheng spoke earnestly:

"I'm not kidding you. Experiencing the terror of dying twice has been incredibly beneficial for me. How about another one?"

Cui Wendao a step back, his face almost overflowing with terror!

"How is this possible?!"

He gasped in shock, his pupils contracted, and his expression turned extremely grim. He instinctively wanted to cross out those ten years of lifespan for the third time, but he stopped himself!

It's useless.

Licking his lips, Cui Wendao, staring intently at Zhang Fusheng:

"How... how did you do that?"

"Me."

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, carefully recalling the feeling he had just experienced when his lifespan reached zero, when he reached the end of his life, and when he began the unstoppable process of aging and death.

It's amazing.

That's not all.

He discovered that, seemingly, he had died of old age twice.

The previously insurmountable barrier has become even more slack.

The first hurdle between beginner and Minor Accomplishment in the Taiyi Chapter.

Why is this?

Was it because they had experienced life and death?

No, it's not.

Zhang Fusheng gently exhaled all the putrid, foul air, then glanced at the vast expanse of heaven and earth collapsing into the enormous vortex.

They grabbed Cui Wendao, boarded the Golden Ancient Chariot, and the chariot rose into the air, seemingly transforming into a blazing sun, heading towards the other side of this bubble world.

They soon arrived at the far north.

Judging by the speed, it will take at least four or five hours before this place is also swallowed up by the Land of Exotic Treasures.

Zhang Fusheng looked at Cui Wendao with anticipation, rubbing his hands together:

"Could you please cross out my lifespan one more time?"

Cui Wendao's eyelids twitched wildly. Standing on the Golden Ancient Chariot, he stared intently at Zhang Fusheng without uttering a word.

Zhang Fusheng felt regret.

"Why is that?"

He was puzzled; as his lifespan was exhausted and he was falling towards death, why did the bottleneck of the Taiyi Chapter loosen?

A bottleneck that has remained unbroken for millennia.

"It's time to leave."

Standing atop the Golden Ancient Chariot, beneath the blazing sun, Zhang Fusheng turned and gazed into the far distance.

There, at the horizon, you can see the sky curving and rolling downwards.

The two cities, north and south, form Twin City Small World.

They are all irresistibly sliding towards the so-called Land of Exotic Treasures.

Ignoring the stiff Cui Wendao, Zhang Fusheng tapped his fingers in the air, playing a special rhythm, constructing a spiritual altar within his mind.

Successfully, through prayer, they made contact with the Miss Mingyue was far away in the starry sky.

"Miss Mingyue, it's like this..."

Zhang Fusheng gave a brief description of what he saw.

After a moment of silence, Miss Mingyue's voice rang in his ears.

"That so-called Land of Exotic Treasures should be a fragment of an old world, which you can think of as a piece of Different Dimension that has fallen into reality."

His clear, cool voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"I cannot yet discern what this Exotic Earth you have described is—I have never seen it before."

"And the fact that your bubble world was swallowed up must have been done by that guy I crippled, using some kind of Supreme Treasure."

Zhang Fusheng seemed to be deep in thought, and without avoiding Cui Wendao, whose face was pale, he continued to inquire:

"What should I do now? And what is that Celestial Person being planning?"

"It likely intends to devour all living beings in the Twin Cities world to heal its own severe wounds."

After a moment, sitting upright in the carriage, the Miss Mingyue gazed at the Illusory Scene that appeared as she communicated with herself through Prayer Method.

She gazed at the Illusory Scene of Young Master Zhang and whispered:

"If Young Master Zhang doesn't have a way to escape, it's best not to go there and leave directly—if he does, he could go in and collect some Exotic Earth."

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously:

"Won't that Celestial Person begin devouring immediately?"

Miss Mingyue shook her head:

"Above High Heaven, I learned from a fellow member that the guy had recently awakened once, but he won't wake up again anytime soon; it will be at least three months."

"Of course, the premise is that you don't go near him—he should be around those Supreme Treasure."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized that those who were trapped in that so-called Land of Exotic Treasures could live for at least two more months.

He hesitated. He could ignore the others, but his newly accepted eldest disciple seemed to have fallen into the trap as well.

"Miss Mingyue, can we escape from there by using the Helplessness Bridge?"

"The Helplessness Bridge?"

Above the starry sky, inside the carriage.

Miss Mingyue was truly surprised:

"Helplessness Bridge in your hands?"

"Um."

After a long silence, she sighed a few times, saying "good luck," before continuing:

"Of course you can. In that case, you may go inside and explore—but you must not linger."

"As for my painting, there's no need to rush to retrieve it for now."

Zhang Fusheng nodded decisively, having made up his mind.

A fracture, a fall into Different Dimension of reality.

Or rather, the ancient region of the previous era.

He pondered quietly, and the voice of the Miss Mingyue rang in his ears once more:

"By the way, Young Master Zhang, you can also place a spiritual imprint within it using a special method. It might be of great benefit to you in the future. As for the special method, I will teach you."

Zhang Fusheng was intrigued and asked further questions, then suddenly understood.

According to Miss Mingyue

That so-called Land of Exotic Treasures —that is, a broken, real Different Dimension that has fallen into reality—can be integrated into one's own [divine realm].

The benefits are significant, the most notable being that one's divine realm transforms into a semi-physical entity.

In other words, living beings can truly enter into it.

But at least at the level of Celestial Person, one can attempt to merge.

The prerequisite for merging with that place is to use a special method to integrate one's spiritual imprint with that place in advance.

"The method is very simple."

The voice of the Miss Mingyue echoed:

"In the old world, this method was called 'Investiture of the Gods,' which involved attempting to transform into the [Earth Deities] of that place."

She spoke eloquently.

Zhang Fusheng's expression turned slightly solemn. Earthly Deity?

He listened attentively; it seemed that Miss Mingyue had a great understanding of the methods of the Earth God—which made sense when he thought about it.

Zhen Yuanzi is the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals.

Earthly deities are inherently within the realm of Earthly Immortals.

By the time Zhang Fusheng had fully understood this method, two hours had passed. His fingers, which had been tapping the air continuously, stopped.

The spiritual altar constructed in one's mind also dissipates.

Contact has been lost.

His gaze fell on Cui Wendao, and he patted the other man's shoulder kindly:

"Little Cui"

Zhang Fusheng said earnestly:

"You seem to know a little too much."

Cui Wendao's face was contorted, he breathed heavily and fiercely, staring at Zhang Fusheng, but then suddenly became calm:

"It's just death."

Zhang Fusheng was surprised:

"You're quite open-minded. Don't worry, Xiao Cui, you won't die that easily."

As they were talking.

Zhang Fusheng placed his finger on Cui Wendao's brow, his Spiritual Furnace Fire blazing, and a wisp of thought forcibly invaded the other's Ancestral Aperture in the brow, forcibly imprinting his own mark.

In this way.

Cui Wendao's life or death was entirely in Zhang Fusheng's hands.

But he still felt very uneasy, glancing at the horizon that was collapsing and shrinking towards a giant vortex.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, then the Spiritual Furnace Fire in the back of his head burned even more fiercely.

His hands became slightly ethereal, reaching into Cui Wendao's brow and truly grasping the other's soul!

Cui Wendao, letting out a painful howl.

Zhang Fusheng, however, paid no heed and forcefully tore at the other's soul.

This is a unique ability that comes with igniting the Spiritual Furnace Fire.

He found the other person's memories, though he couldn't examine them closely, he could 'delete' them.

Forcibly deleting recent events, or rather, forcibly shattering that piece of soul memory...

The image of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate appeared behind Zhang Fusheng, leaving a mark of the image within Cui Wendao's soul.

The Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate is in charge of life and death, rewarding the good and punishing the evil.

This condensed form is somewhat related to the true Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate.

The Nine Netherworlds are the final destination for the dead and their souls.

"Alright."

Zhang Fusheng withdrew his hands from between Cui Wendao 'Cui Wendao eyebrows, satisfied.

He said with a smile:

"Little Cui, I'm a cautious person by nature, and now we're just one step away from completion."

Cui Wendao, panting heavily:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

His vision blurred for a moment, and then all around him fell silent. He turned his head and looked around, only to find himself in a mysterious place.

In the distance, the sound of a river could be heard, and there was a faint light that seemed to indicate a place of refuge on the other side of the river.

Nearby, there was a colossal statue that reached to the heavens and the earth, with illusory figures prostrating themselves before it, constantly praying and chanting.

"I humbly submit to the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate."

Amidst the devout prayers, the deepest imprint on the Soul Spirit trembled.

Cui Wendao let out a muffled groan as this wisp of spiritual will trapped in Zhang Fusheng's divine realm was forced to walk before the statue.

Where exactly is this place?

He murmured softly, suspecting it was Zhang Fusheng's divine realm.

But where in the world can such a realistic divine realm exist?

Cui Wendao up and saw the flowing Rosy Clouds obscuring the sky, while in the far distance, layer upon layer of infernal landscapes rose and fell.

A flawless soul that was kowtowing turned its head and stared at him:

"By crawling and kneeling, after thousands of years, one can attain liberation."

Cui Wendao felt a chill in his heart, sensing an inexplicable pressure and excruciating pain!

"If you do not kneel down, the suffering will not end."

Dozens of souls spoke to him.

Despite the intense pain, Cui Wendao crawled on his hands and knees, mimicking the flawless spirits, and kowtowed before the enormous statue.

When kowtowing.

He discovered that the pain had disappeared.

Cui Wendao was overjoyed, but the extreme, Soul Spirit- piercing pain resurfaced. He let out a heart-wrenching wail, then kowtowed and began to chant.

Again and again, and again.

Year after year, year after year.

Fifty years later, the constant kneeling and worship had completely numbed Cui Wendao; he began to believe that this was reality.

Her life, which had lasted for more than twenty years as a noblewoman in the Cui family, began to feel illusory.

Fifty years later, he began to become devout, believing that the twenty-odd years in the human world were nothing but a dream—he had already lived a hundred years in this world.

Compared to this century, those twenty years or so seem insignificant.

Then in the second hundred years,

Then, in the third hundred years...

For three hundred years, it has never stopped, never ceased.

He became a devout and sincere believer.

Then, at this time.

Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng, who had absorbed three hundred years of Spiritual Cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.

Three hundred years of Spiritual Cultivation, three hundred years of Mental Accumulation.

Three hundred years passed in the divine realm.

"In this way."

The Great Celestial Venerable's gaze pierced through the gates of the Dao Palace, fixed on Cui Wendao, who was prostrating himself in prayer with utmost piety and sincerity.

He smiled and said:

"Only in this way can we truly be foolproof."