Gathering at Longzhou, the Killing Trap Has Emerged!

"What right does Heaven have over me?"

Eight Scenic Spots Dao Palace.

Zhang Fusheng sighed and pondered, thinking and thinking, "Even if these six Heavenly Positions are good, can I really use them myself?"

"Not to mention that I am still far from the level of a god who can sit on the throne, even if I were close or had already reached it, how could I possibly sit on it?"

He saw clearly that he was embarking on one or two extraordinary paths, from the Six Great Heavenly Positions down to the Judge of Impermanence and the Azure Emperor of Earth.

It's not something I should be sitting there in.

Either the Supreme Heavenly Position.

Either he becomes the Heavenly Central Extreme Cult Master Sect.

But where can I find these two things? In Different Dimension?

Oh, that's true.

Within the Thirty-Six Heavens Dimension, there are a full Six Pure Ones!

With a wave of his hand, the six Heavenly Positions fell silent in the Eight Sceneries Palace. Zhang Fusheng walked out of the Dao Palace and stepped into the Five Villages Temple.

The Daoist scriptures are being turned.

As if sensing something, the deity in the Different Dimension, who was flipping through this [Earth Scroll], paused slightly.

On the incense table, the wisps of smoke from the incense burner coalesced into distorted characters.

[Does it concern you that my poor believers seem to have turned away from their Lord?]

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

The smoke dispersed, then coalesced again into a new text.

I will come.

Zhang Fusheng scoffed. He now understood that without the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, it was almost impossible for the True Body Descent the Divine Descent to descend.

The ultimate limit is like the God of Plague, who descends with a divine embryo, drawing upon the Heaven and Earth Vitality to develop rapidly.

However, at the very beginning of their descent, they might only surpass the Celestial Person at best; whether they could truly reach the realm of the gods was another matter entirely.

Divine Descent does not happen overnight.

When will the Ancestor of Land Immortals begin his Divine Descent and complete it?

He probably already brought the Miss Mingyue down from the starry sky.

Zhang Fusheng flicked the wisps of smoke with his fingers.

[I'm waiting for you]

He left without looking back, heading straight for his final resting place on the other side of the Helplessness Bridge.

Standing on this muddy ground, amidst the flowers, he spread out his hands, communicating through the Contract Book.

The next instant.

One by one, fragmented souls emerged from the void, each radiating a faint Buddha-nature Golden Light.

Upon closer inspection, each wisp of remnant soul appeared to be a Buddhist monk, dressed in illusory robes, with hands clasped in prayer, and a devout expression on their blurred face.

"Is this the so-called 'yang soul' that the Old Shi has been guiding and converting over the decades?"

One hundred thousand yang souls gathered in the heavens, covering the sky and earth, their Buddha-nature Golden Light intertwined.

The faint, illusory image of a Buddhist Vajra was faintly reflected in the light.

I plucked two Other Shore Flower and kneaded them into my Other Shore Bone.

Zhang Fusheng activated the divine bone, drawing in 100,000 yang souls, attempting to transform it into [Ghastly Skeleton].

It's done.

But they are not quite the same.

The remnant soul imbued with Buddhist nature, possessing pure Yang energy, transforms not into a cold, lifeless skeleton.

Each skeleton was surrounded by golden light, adorned with bone prayer beads, and had its hands clasped together, resembling those of monks.

Try to have 100,000 monks chant the Central Extreme Cult Master.

Amidst the continuous chanting, Zhang Fusheng carefully sensed it, his expression subtly shifting.

"Old Shi's methods are quite formidable."

These monks' bones can actually provide Incense and Fire Prayer Power!

Although a hundred times weaker than Flawless Soul, this place contains the bones of 100,000 monks, which is equivalent to more than a thousand Flawless Soul!

As the monks chanted, a ray of light seemed to emanate from the towering statue that seemed to reach into the clouds.

It's very faint, but it's undeniably real.

"Quantitative change seems to have led to qualitative change."

Zhang Fusheng could feel that both his divine realm and his mental strength and resilience were slowly becoming 'substantial'.

He simply sat down cross-legged and used the decades of cultivation time he had just obtained.

[In my first year, I continued my practice of the Great Sun Scripture, while also studying the Seventy-Two Sage Scripture. I quickly became immersed in it.]

Year after year, month after month.

Because it wasn't due to spiritual cultivation, time within the divine realm didn't accelerate; as the monks chanted...

A tremendous change is also taking place in Zhang Fusheng.

[Year 62]

[Through my tireless refinement, an acupoint was quietly awakened.]

A large aperture radiates light within the body, its light growing stronger and stronger. The aperture itself is still a microparticle, yet it contains a hidden Cave Heaven within!

One kilometer in length and width.

[In the sixty-third year, my cultivation came to an end. The Cave Heaven was radiant, and so was I.]

"Should we follow the path of the Great Sun True Scripture's Innate Chapter and Celestial Person Chapter, planting Great Snow Mountain in the Cave Heaven, or should we follow the path of the Sage Scripture, attempting to create an illusory sage within it?"

This doesn't seem to require any trade-offs.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled, gritted his teeth, and focused his thoughts on the Heaven and Earth Tablet.

Then, with this immortal thought, he conjured up a huge temple out of thin air, and on the tablet enshrined in the temple were only the four characters "[Central Extreme Cult Master]".

The divine temple refines the fake into the real, and the thousand-meter-long shrine is enshrined within the Cave Heaven.

Instead of following the instructions in the scriptures to enshrine a Confucian sage in the Cave Heaven, he made some changes and chose the Central Extreme Cult Master.

The immense mental strain nearly caused Zhang Fusheng to faint, but that feeling of exhaustion quickly receded like a tide under the illumination of the 100,000 monks' bones.

"Nice one!"

He was overjoyed, and guided the countless monks' bones into his own Cave Heaven.

Continue to visualize the Sea of Suffering seen in the Great Wish Earth Store Heavenly Position, refining the false into the true and placing it in the Cave Heaven.

That concludes the discussion.

Within the first Cave Heaven, the illusory Sea of Suffering rises and falls, a thousand-meter-high shrine stands tall, and tens of thousands of monks' bones sit cross-legged, emitting boundless faint light, chanting [the Central Extreme Cult Master].

The Incense and Fire Prayer Power rises and the prayers of the worshippers ascend.

"The first Sage's Cave Heaven has already taken shape."

Feeling the immense power surging within his body, every punch and kick now carried the weight of the entire Cave Heaven!

Crushing a mountain with a single step would be an easy task.

"Compassion, compassion!"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the still, muddy ground among the Other Shore Flower lilies.

After hesitating for a moment,

Before leaving, he still left two lines of words for that mysterious ancient sage on the muddy ground.

I've come to see you.

[I am currently practicing the Seventy-Two Sage Scripture, can you?]

Zhang Fusheng's thoughts returned to the present world.

Emerging from the dark room, the Old Master and Wei Lingzhu sat upright, but Shi Zhengyuan was nowhere to be seen.

"Old Shi..." Before the words were finished, the office door was pushed open, and Shi Zhengyuan walked in solemnly, his face showing a hint of fanaticism.

"Living Buddha."

Shi Zhengyuan bowed once in respect:

"I've already made the arrangements. In Longzhou City, the Buddhist tablets enshrined in some homes will be replaced with those of Great Vow Ksitigarbha King."

"I've also informed some of the Great Grandmaster- level Remnant of Spirit Mountain about the Luofeng Cult; they will agree."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the old monk, a half-smile on his face, and said:

"Really? Old Shi, I saw you were still hesitant before, how come you're so decisive now?"

Shi Zhengyuan raised his head, looked at the Living Buddha, and suddenly paused in surprise.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that the Living Buddha had gained a touch of holiness.

Without thinking much, Shi Zhengyuan quickly explained:

"I used some clandestine channels and learned some information: the Nine Netherworld has indeed appeared in the world, and its master is incredibly powerful!"

The Old Master's expression shifted slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

Shi Zhengyuan's voice changed:

"There's another piece of news, which is uncertain: the Golden Governor seems to be showing signs of rebellion and independence; he wants to oppose the Federation."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, then shook his head and said:

"As expected, that's why I pushed for the martial law in Chongyang. What the governor-general wants to do is beyond our control for the time being."

"Right now, I need to focus on the various religions and sects. I'm very curious to see who will try to hunt me down."

"Oh, right."

"When the various religions come, capture as many alive as possible."

He walked to the window and quietly looked at the city.

Shi Zhengyuan remained silent.

He felt that the Living Buddha was becoming increasingly unfathomable, and a tremendous change had taken place—all within just two months.

Is it because of awakening?

The three people in the room all looked at the young man's back and felt that he had gained a sense of holiness.

The Old Master swallowed hard, a thought flashing through his mind.

The Seventy-Two Sage Scripture.

He cultivated at least one sacred Cave Heaven.

But it seems there are some differences.

The Old Master was stunned into thought, a chill running down his spine.

How long has it been?

This being's talent is truly worthy of being a deity descended to earth to undergo tribulations.

For the next few days, everything proceeded peacefully.

Day four.

"A lower-level city. I haven't been here in a long time."

The old Daoist priest spoke calmly:

"Huang Qiuxian sent word that we'd better not touch this Zhang Fusheng. That old bastard, relying on his rebirth, has gained the Venerable's favor. Humph."

The Daoist priest suddenly squinted and looked towards the end of the street, where there was another group of more than ten people, dressed in ordinary clothes, but covered in tattoos all over their bodies.

"The scum of the Myriad Gods Cult has arrived too."

The old East Cult, his eyes flashing, spoke calmly:

"Have you found Zhang Fusheng's whereabouts?"

"Found it."

Another High Envoy a low voice:

"We had been monitoring his movements before we arrived. Records show that he had just visited two ordinary people, who appeared to be his father's brother and sister-in-law."

At this very moment, Zhang Fusheng is in a Martial Arts Academy in the District Four, with that girl.

Another Daoist priest spoke up:

"Intelligence indicates that representatives from various religions are arriving in Chongyang one after another, and their arrangements are similar to ours: one divine favored one and more than ten High Envoy."

After a pause, he said softly:

"I'm afraid there will be an earth-shattering battle, and this city will be destroyed."

The old Daoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly.

The news about the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron – even though it's likely fake news – has still drawn some attention from various religions and sects.

Nowadays, besides Chongyang City,

Within the Golden Province,

This place is probably the place where the highest-ranking members of various religions below the level of Celestial Person gather the most.

"The ancient sages, the principles of Heaven, the Western Sect Myriad Gods Cult, the pantheon, and us."

The old Daoist priest stroked his long beard and spoke calmly:

"This small city is home to five Innate Realm experts and over sixty High Envoy. They are capable of attacking higher-level cities."

He exchanged a glance with the Primordial Being who had arrived from the Myriad Gods Cult.

The old Daoist priest snorted coldly and said indifferently:

"Walk."

Passing through the long street and the checkpoint, the Martial Arts Academy where Zhang Fusheng was located could be seen in the distance.

But the old Daoist priest made no move—undercurrents were surging along this long street.

The streets, which were not originally bustling, are now seeing an increasing number of people.

Some previously deserted shops are now packed with people, and the owners are all smiles – they are all followers and leaders of various religions!

However, none of the higher-ups showed up.

Whoever strikes first becomes the target of everyone's criticism.

Everyone is waiting, everyone is waiting for an opportunity.

Be patient.

The old Daoist priest calmly spoke:

"Climb the tower."

He led a group of High Envoy to the rooftop of a tall building, from where they could see the small Martial Arts Academy.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"Keep waiting."

The old Daoist priest calmly spoke:

"Send a Grandmaster to investigate and assess the situation."

"Yes."

The High Envoy nodded, then suddenly frowned:

"Old Hong is here."

On the high-rise building, the senior members of the East Cult glanced sideways and saw a chubby old man rushing over, covered in sweat.

Hong Tianbao.

The old Daoist priest, "Old Hong," who was at the Innate Great Realm level, raised his eyebrows and sighed softly.

"That's right, Zhang Fusheng is his apprentice, isn't he? I even received an invitation from Lao Hong a few days ago for an apprentice-acceptance banquet."

The High Envoy spoke softly:

"Hong Tianbao was your contemporary and a rival, wasn't he?"

"Yes, back then, I wasn't as good as him."

The old Daoist priest was very frank; he shook his head and said:

"If he hadn't insisted on taking the ultimate leap, wanting to break free from the control of the gods, he would have already attained the Innate Realm by now."

After a moment of contemplation,

The old Daoist priest made a decision:

"We can talk things out with Zhang Fusheng; there's no need to resort to violence. The trouble lies with the other sects and factions. Let's invite Old Hong up first; I'd like to catch up with him."

As they were talking, a thin layer of dark clouds had somehow covered the sky.

A deadly plot unfolds on the long street.

A light autumn drizzle was falling.