Anchoring a New Scene, Like a Great Sun Touring the Heavens!

Eight Sceneries Palace.

On the futon, the Celestial Venerable sat quietly, his eyes reflecting a deep abyss, and in the darkness around him, layers upon layers of the universe rose and fell.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the vicissitudes of three hundred years suddenly vanished, then he sighed softly.

Three hundred years of Spiritual Cultivation.

He felt a pang of regret for this period of time, after all, it was only when the fires of heaven and earth were ignited, and when he himself reached the pinnacle of power, that...

These Spiritual Cultivation are all meant to be sold, until the Mental Accumulation regresses to 999 years, losing the Thousand Year Spirit Refining.

Then it falls back to the level of [Minor Perfection].

Only in this way can one achieve the ultimate leap, attaining the [Innate Great Realm] without relying on deities from Different Dimension.

But on second thought, having one more absolutely loyal believer with a high status and special identity, even after only three hundred years, doesn't seem like much.

After all.

The Book of Life and Death

Zhang Fusheng murmured in a low voice, his eyes shining brightly.

He shook his head. There was still time, so he wasn't in a hurry to return to reality. Instead, he carefully contemplated the changes in the Divine Realm over the past three hundred years.

"Interesting."

The spirit has undergone three hundred years of cultivation, and the divine realm has also undergone three hundred years of changes.

But in the blink of an eye, as time passed, Five Villages Temple remained unaffected, as did the Land of the Other Shore.

It seems that these two areas were separated during these three hundred years—which is quite normal.

After all, Five Villages Temple and the Land of the Other Shore are now truly connected to his divine realm; it's impossible for his spirit to have experienced three hundred years.

Even the real Five Villages Temple and the Land of the Other Shore in a distant, Different Dimension must have passed by three hundred years, right?

"Speaking of which, a thousand years have passed in my divine realm. The Six Ding Divine Fire has flowed for a thousand years, and those souls have worshipped for a thousand years."

"What if I were to sell those hours of mental cultivation?"

Zhang Fusheng pondered quietly, his expression slightly serious.

Can time rewind within that divine realm?

If so, it means that the divine realm is truly a reflection of one's own spirit.

If not

That would cause a problem.

This illustrates that the divine realm is not actually one's true spiritual world—at least, not entirely one's spiritual world.

He prefers the latter.

"A divine realm capable of refining the real from the fake, communicating with and anchoring to Different Dimension, possessing all sorts of incredible abilities."

Zhang Fusheng murmured softly:

"But the corresponding Mental Intent can only tear apart a mountain, and only extend to a distance of 130 kilometers?"

"This is utterly absurd."

He was convinced that there was something wrong with the divine realm.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, then stopped thinking about it. The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book appeared in his hand, and he carefully stroked this deadly Supreme Treasure, his eyes gleaming.

"A treasure capable of pinning down Zhao Gongming!"

"Unfortunately, with my cultivation level, I can't even turn the first page, let alone activate it."

He recalled his past life, the legendary Nail Head Seven Arrows Book.

On the straw figure on the book cover, place a head and feet lamp, perform the steps of the Big Dipper, write talismans and form seals.

The worship was performed three times a day for twenty-one days, culminating in the shooting of the straw effigy with a mulberry branch bow and a peach branch arrow.

Then, Zhao Gongming perished.

In mythology, this treasure and method are used to kill people.

Even the Daluo immortals cannot escape!

"If all twenty-one pages activated simultaneously, they could kill even a legendary Daluo Immortal. If one were to turn to just one page, what kind of being could be cursed to death?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, shook his head, and decided not to think about it for the time being; these things were still too far removed from his own life.

He attempted to communicate with the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book, and his divine realm intertwined with it in an instant.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped him, and 365 paintings appeared before his eyes, each painting depicting a fragment of a scene.

Zhang Fusheng's expression hardened.

"The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book is different from the Six Ding Divine Fire and the Helplessness Bridge; this thing has traveled to far too many places."

"From mountains and rivers to ordinary people's homes, from the heavens to Heavenly Court underworld, from Kunlun to Buzhou."

"This thing has probably been through all of these before!"

He concentrated intently, carefully observing and analyzing each picture.

In the first picture scroll, you can see through the residual scene in one corner, it seems to be in a military camp, with the word "Ji" on the big flag standing on the side.

"A battlefield camp during King Wu's conquest of King Zhou?"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said, "Pass."

He looked around again, and what followed were mostly landscapes or meaningless remnants of scenery, but he still looked at them very carefully and attentively.

The 143rd image presents another change; the scene is clearly in water—yet there are palace walls within the water.

Although the whole structure is not visible, a corner of the palace wall is enough to determine that it is a palace located underwater or in the sea.

Forehead.

Dragon Palace?

Zhang Fusheng kept this image as a backup if he couldn't find a better, more definitive anchoring scene.

Then the Dragon Palace can be considered a 'safety net'.

Continue.

He studied and analyzed them carefully, viewing each image at least ten times to ensure nothing was missed.

Only then were four fragments of the scroll selected.

One of them is the scene that resembles a dragon palace.

Secondly, it is a corner of a mountain peak, but you can see that the peak is a deep, rich black, exuding an aura of the underworld.

Zhang Fusheng suspected that this was a mountain located in the deepest hell.

But are there any famous sacred mountains in the Nine Netherworlds?

After much thought, he could only think of one Zhong Shan – not the True Person Zhong Shan, but the Zhong Shan in the mythological story where Zhu Jiuyin resided.

It is said that there is a god in Zhong Shan, with a human face and a snake's body. When his eyes are open, it is day; when they are closed, it is night. He holds a candle in his mouth and controls the day and night of the nine netherworlds.

"Could it be Zhong Shan? It's unlikely. It's a gamble, after all, there are just too many eerie mountains."

The third scroll also depicts the ruins of a palace, but unlike the others, a large golden bell is also included in one corner of the scroll.

A large golden bell hangs in front of the palace gate.

The large bell looks majestic and ancient, which suggests that the palace was at least a Higher Vehicle abode of immortals!

Otherwise, the owner of the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book wouldn't have had to come in person.

The last scroll is much simpler: a Sea of Clouds, with a small boat on Sea of Clouds.

But Zhang Fusheng wasn't sure whether, after anchoring, his divine realm would gain a small boat or a vast Sea of Clouds.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fusheng finally made a decision.

"You're the one."

He took a deep breath, and finally looked at the second scroll—that gloomy and secluded mountain.

The reason is quite simple.

"The fourth picture is too uncertain, and the third picture seems to be a celestial palace—but how many celestial palaces in the world can compare to the Eight Sceneries Palace?"

They overlapped.

Unless it's specifically a place like Leiyin Temple, Jade Void Palace, or Lingxiao Palace, Zhang Fusheng's desire to choose such a place isn't really that strong.

Looking at recent events...

"First the Helplessness Bridge, then the Book of Life and Death, and now, by Underworld Officer, I've actually acquired the identity of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate."

"All of this proves..."

"I am destined to be with the Nine Netherworlds."

Without further hesitation, Zhang Fusheng reached out and pointed, landing on the second mountain painting, on that corner of the desolate landscape.

"Now."

He spoke softly.

The scroll trembled and expanded.

The divine realm also trembled, and then expanded violently!!

He looked over and saw the Great Celestial Venerable's gaze pass through the gates of the Dao Palace and the flowing Rosy Clouds, landing on the Divine Realm.

'Boom!!'

It was a deafening roar!

Quan Hun and Cui Wendao, both prostrate before the statue of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, simultaneously looked towards the place of great change.

The whole 'world' shook, and springs appeared, but what emerged was not sweet, clear spring water, but rather thick, Death Qi!

Death Qi and Yin Qi energy rapidly spread throughout the entire 'world'.

The already serene and secluded divine realm had truly acquired a touch of the most malevolent and eerie atmosphere, and above the spring,

A sacred mountain is emerging from nothingness, gradually becoming real!

The sacred mountain took shape and was suppressed above the spring of Death Qi.

The mountain is 2,600 li high and 300 li in circumference. Its cave, located at the foot of the mountain, has a circumference of 15,000 li.

On the dark and gloomy mountain of the gods, there are six [heavenly palaces].

The palace spans a thousand li in circumference and is situated in six locations within the mountains. The palace itself is on the ground, and within each palace are caves, which in turn are [Cave Heaven].

They then divided it into inside and outside sections.

Zhang Fusheng stood up from the prayer mat, walked to the Dao Palace, and gazed down at the lifeless sacred mountain.

"So this is the mountain. I had completely forgotten about such a famous mountain."

He gave a wry smile.

I really do have an inextricable connection with Jiuyou.

The Six Heavenly Palaces on the mountain are clearly the Six Palaces of Luofeng, so the mountain itself is self-evident.

Mount Luofeng.

Legend has it that the Ghost Palace, ruled by the Great Emperor Fengdu, is located in the Nine Netherworlds and is the source of Death Qi in the Nine Netherworlds, overseeing the Six Heavenly Palaces.

The Six Heavenly Palaces are inhabited by Six Heavenly Ghosts and Gods who govern the affairs of the underworld, are responsible for the dispatch of spirits, and also have the power to control life, death, fortune, and misfortune in the human world.

They were essentially the "six stewards" of the Great Emperor Fengdu, responsible for carrying out his will.

A thought flashed through my mind.

The entire divine realm froze. Both the Flawless Soul and Cui Wendao were frozen in a state of shock, their six senses shut off, unable to perceive anything outside.

Zhang Fusheng left the Eight Sceneries Palace and suddenly appeared on the legendary Mount Luofeng.

He gazed at the six celestial palaces, and as he approached, he was astonished to discover that all six palaces were in a state of ruin.

The exterior was still intact, but the interior was a complete mess, and even the Heavenly Palace Gate could not be pushed open—it had collapsed inside.

It was as if they had survived a great calamity.

"It seems so."

Zhang Fusheng looked towards the Mount Luofeng, watching the Death Qi of the Netherworld surging forth like a tide.

He realized that whether it was Flawless Soul, a remnant soul, or Ghastly Skeleton,

The moment they came into contact with the Death Qi of the Nine Netherworlds, they became even more eerie and began to slowly and naturally absorb the Death Qi.

"So it seems that the only benefit Mount Luofeng has brought me so far is this Nine Nether Death Qi."

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips, clearly sensing that even the initially acquired, uncultivated, and chilling Ghastly Skeleton...

It's slowly getting stronger right now!

Even the twelve Grandmaster-level skeletons became increasingly powerful under the nourishment of the Nine Nether Death Qi.

This kind of power is not an improvement in one's realm, but more like a living person taking an incredible medicine—and still taking it continuously!

"My divine realm is more like the Nine Netherworlds."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, and his mind calmed down.

It seems he embarked on the path of creating the Nine Netherworlds, a journey from which there is no turning back.

"I have cleverly taken the name of Taiqing, and now I have also obtained the titles of Central Extreme Cult Master, Great Emperor of the Underworld, and Nine Netherworld Sin-Removing Heaven."

"Then who am I, really?"

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes and pondered.

Open your eyes.

"I am Zhang Fusheng."

Whether it's Taiqing or Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, they are both just their own [aliases].

He must distinguish between his disguise and his true self.

As his thoughts left the Nine Netherworld Divine Realm, Cui Wendao's spiritual will was also drawn out and returned to his original Soul Spirit.

Three hundred years of vicissitudes.

Cui Wendao's appearance remained unchanged, but he seemed to have gained a sense of vicissitude and possessed an indescribable and inexplicable aura.

He looked at Zhang Fusheng, whose face was exactly the same as the statue he had been kneeling before day and night for three hundred years, and thought of the story described on the stone tablet.

The Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate, has already gone to the mortal realm to undergo reincarnation and tribulations.

No wonder he knows so much about the Book of Life and Death.

Cui Wendao prostrated himself, bowed deeply, with utmost piety and sincerity:

"Hail!"

"The Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate!"

Zhang Fusheng laughed heartily, reached out, conjured a silver coin, and flicked it lightly.

The silver coin rolled down in front of Cui Wendao.

Chaotic mist appeared and coalesced into an old man. Cui Wendao him sideways, initially in a daze, as three hundred years had passed and he could not clearly remember the past.

It was a long time before those insignificant memories from the past twenty years resurfaced, and only then did he remember who this was.

In that video, there's a [mysterious True Person] questioning heaven and earth.

He saw the True Person bowing to the body of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal had undergone tribulation:

"Greetings Central Extreme Cult Master."

No need for formalities.

Zhang Fusheng nodded lightly, pointed at Cui Wendao, True Person understood, glancing sideways and staring intently at Cui Wendao:

"Since you are a follower of the Central Extreme Cult Master, I will bestow upon you favors on behalf of the Taiqing Heavenly Venerable."

"Are you willing to pay the price of being freed from the burden of the Book of Life and Death?"

Cui Wendao nodded woodenly:

"Willing."

"The contract has been established."

He felt his previously sealed vital Qi and Blood and spirit being released anew.

The True Person paid for both of those costs.

The chaotic mist dissipated, Cui Wendao remained prostrate.

Zhang Fusheng laughed heartily, and with a thought, he summoned the Helplessness Bridge, carrying Cui Wendao out of the Twin Cities World, which had been mostly swallowed up.

Go back to your Cui family.

"Go and seize power, fight for it, based on your status as a candidate for Book Holder."

"Also, save your last chance to change your lifespan."

Cui Wendao the grand ceremony, which was extremely devout and sincere, and then disappeared.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, smiled, and turned around.

A light stomp of the foot.

'Buzz!'

The Golden Ancient Chariot suddenly blazed with a blazing sun, its wheels turning with a thunderous roar.

Then,

The Golden Ancient Chariot, carrying its new master, trailed dazzling light as it rumbled towards the enormous vortex!

Like the great sun circling the new sky.