Why, upon seeing the Buddha himself, do you not bow?

In the drizzling rain.

A thunderclap boomed in the distance.

The Old Master stood in the rain, while Shi Zhengyuan frowned beside him.

"Why didn't the Living Buddha let me go and help? There are many people and many lives gathered there."

He was suddenly terrified, because after that thunderous roar, it seemed as if the sound of a zither echoed from the Martial Arts Academy, and then...

The scenery there became blurry.

It is invisible and difficult to perceive.

The Old Master raised an eyebrow and murmured:

"He has his own plans."

Shi Zhengyuan glanced sideways, sizing up the Old Master:

"So, who exactly are you? You seem quite extraordinary. Hmm?"

Old Shi frowned and looked into the distance.

In the rain, a woman in green slowly walked by, humming an unknown ballad.

She ignored Shi Zhengyuan and looked at another ordinary old man, behind whom five Cave Heaven bloomed one after another.

"Let those guys fight and argue, it's all a trap. It's already out of sight, a blur, impossible to perceive. I suspect it was the Bull Demon who made the move."

The woman in green spoke in a language that Shi Zhengyuan couldn't understand. Old Shi's heart sank slightly. Five Cave Heaven, one of whom was Great Accomplishment Innate Person.

Killing him is not difficult.

But the Buddhist kingdom would likely be exposed to the world.

Just as he was about to make his move...

He saw the woman in green approaching, the Cave Heaven radiating light, its power like a vast abyss.

The woman looked the old man over and said calmly:

"Tell me, what happened while you were in that other place?"

The sound faded.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of Shi Zhengyuan.

The Old Master raised his hand and slapped the man across the face.

The Cave Heaven collapsed, the candlelight went out, and the physical body shattered.

Only a bewildered soul remained, held in the old man's palm—that soul was still dissipating, forcibly stripped away by an unknown force, turning into a remnant soul.

Shi Zhengyuan remained silent.

"Who are you?"

He communicated with the Buddhist realm, and was extremely vigilant.

The Old Master shrugged.

"One housekeeper, one teaching assistant, that's all."

As he spoke, he looked towards the long street in the distance.

It was dark and obscure.

On the broken long street.

Martial Arts Academy.

Amidst the resounding zither music, the dazzling light outside intensified, tearing the entire Longzhou City to shreds.

The outcome is about to be decided.

Xu Daoren coughed up blood, locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Western Sect's Primordial Being. The Cave Heaven revolved, the Dharma images roared, and the earth was riddled with holes.

The innate being from Mandala was also fighting against the Divine Envoy of the Ancient Sage Faction. He shook his magic Law Artifact, and the opponent reflected a sacred book that reached the heavens. As the pages were turned, powerful spells rained down.

Fighting, fighting.

As for the Myriad Gods Cult's Divine Envoy?

Being surrounded and hunted immediately, and already wounded, he was beaten to the brink of death. His Cave Heaven was shattered, and mountains and rivers fell out from it, crashing into the earth with a deafening roar.

Kill, kill, kill!

With his Xu Daoren used his trump card at this moment, a Talismans appearing in his hand, which he tossed into the air!

He roared:

"Please, Great Elder, look before me!"

The Talismans ignited, and the other three Divine Envoy startled, their expressions changing drastically as they all retreated.

They were terrified that the Talismans would attract the attention of the East Cult's Great Elder, and perhaps even unleash a trace of divine power!

However.

The Talismans burned out, but nothing happened.

What's going on?

Xu Daoren was stunned, staring blankly as the Talismans burned to ashes.

The zither music was clear and resonant.

His eyes suddenly reddened again, and he was about to rush forward to fight when a chill ran through him:

"Wrong!!"

The loud shout brought a sense of tranquility, followed by rolling thunder that jolted the Divine Envoy, whose eyes were also red with fury, awake.

It was still pouring rain.

The sky remained dark.

The problem is, with such an intense battle, even the dragon boats were destroyed, so why were dark clouds still gathering and rain falling?

Besides

The four Innate Person were startled and looked towards the Martial Arts Academy.

Despite the devastating killing techniques, the Martial Arts Academy remains unscathed to this day, and even the clear, melodious sounds of a zither can be heard emanating from within.

As soon as the zither music started, the Malevolent Energy in his chest intensified, and with each subsequent note, it intensified even more. Just as he was about to lose his mind, the Divine Envoy of the Mandala exhaled Buddhist Chants.

The people regained their clarity.

"Someone is among us, using music to disturb our minds!"

A Divine Envoy roared, his scalp tingling—could the music of a zither, capable of interfering with and influencing even those at the Innate Great Realm?!

The four Divine Envoy a chill run down their spines, and then looked up at the dark sky where a torrential rain was falling.

The monk made his move, his Vajra Pestle cleaving the sky—yet the sky remained unchanged.

The sky remained dark and gloomy, the clouds still hung low, and the torrential rain continued for miles.

"Well"

A soft sigh suddenly came from the Martial Arts Academy.

The music changed from stirring and warlike to soothing and flowing like a gentle stream.

Amidst the haunting strains of the zither, and under the horrified gazes of the four innate beings,

The ravaged land is gradually recovering, and the collapsed city is slowly rebuilding, with skyscrapers in the distance and shops and homes nearby.

"It's a ghost!"

The Ancient Sage Faction's Divine Envoy murmured:

"Is this... the realm of gods?"

No one answered him—how could this possibly be a divine realm?

Where could one find a divine realm where even the innate cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood?

But if it's not a divine realm.

They looked around at the still bustling city, as if the previous devastation was just a dream.

If it's not a divine realm, then it's even more terrifying.

"Shall we go and take a look?"

Xu Daoren's dry suggestion.

The four Innate Great Realm paused for a moment, nodded to each other, and carefully landed on the ground, cautiously approaching the Martial Arts Academy.

You can see four or five people sitting there, most of them motionless, except for one young man who is facing away from them and quietly playing the zither.

The music was so melodious.

The four Divine Envoy silent for a moment, exchanged glances, and cautiously entered the Martial Arts Academy, stepping through the gate the instant they entered.

The rain outside suddenly stopped.

The four looked back and saw many people standing outside the door and on the street; the believers who had died in the aftermath had all come back to life.

They were standing frozen in place on the long street, completely still—as if time had been paused for a moment.

Let's look back.

They even saw the first one to be hunted, whose Cave Heaven was shattered, and who was beaten to the brink of death—the innate master of the Myriad Gods Cult Sect.

They were standing right next to the young man playing the zither, whose back was to them.

The tattooed Divine Envoy sideways and gave the four a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Coldness arises from the bones.

The young man pressed his palms down, and the music stopped abruptly.

The sky outside brightened, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing Rosy Clouds that flowed like water.

The stagnant, paused worshippers outside the long street began to move again, mingling on the street, watching and wary of one another.

The noise of people was deafening again.

"Everyone's here?"

Zhang Fusheng asked calmly, stood up, turned around, and held a Nine-Ringed Zen Staff in his hand, giving it a slight tremor.

The Nine-Ringed Zen Staff swayed, the iron rings striking each other with a clear ringing sound, and then a lotus flower bloomed beneath the youth's feet, and a golden spring flowed gently within the Martial Arts Academy.

Behind his head was a halo of light.

"Now that you have seen this Buddha, why do you not bow down?"

Double Ninth Festival.

"Some members of the Cui family have already arrived at Chongyang Festival, and all eyes are on them."

The man in the green robe walked down the long street, looked up, and glanced at the moonlight.

"Now is the best time to take action."

With a smile on his face, he walked through the streets and alleys in a blue robe, finally stopping in front of a wooden house.

It's Yuan Feidao's residence.

The information suggests that this old fellow has a certain probability of being a descendant of the Spirit Mountain System, but the man in the green robe didn't care.

The Remnant of Spirit Mountain are few and far between; the powerful ones were all wiped out long ago, not a single one was spared.

Moreover, he had already respectfully inquired of Upper Heaven whether this journey would be auspicious.

"Upper Heaven said."

Good luck.

Let's do another divination.

The man in the green robe, who was always cautious in his actions, flicked his finger, sending the copper coin soaring high into the air. This was a magical Law Artifact specially crafted by the Tianli Faction.

It takes a thousand days of offerings to create just one of these.

Since the copper coins were offered to Upper Heaven's will would be reflected in the copper coins.

Grab the coin, turn your palm over, hold it firmly, and then turn your palm over again.

"Will this journey be auspicious?"

The man in the green robe asked respectfully, then opened his hands.

On the copper coins with round square holes, the four characters "Heaven and Earth Tongbao" engraved on the top, bottom, left and right have been blurred and distorted into new characters.

This is for

Good, good, good, good!

Four auspicious coins.

"Heaven above," the man in the green robe uttered with utmost sincerity, then reached out and gently knocked on the wooden door.

The wooden door opened.

He walked in, casually glanced around—simple, dilapidated—before his gaze settled on the old man sitting quietly behind the table.

Wisps of smoke curled upwards.

"Yuan Feidao?" The man in the green robe looked down at the old man and asked indifferently.

The old man looked at him suspiciously, a thought creeping onto his mind, "He's a member of the Tianli Faction."

This Tianli Faction worships the Heavenly Emperor and considers the Heavenly Emperor as their supreme authority. In the art of divination, they are even more powerful than the East and West Cults.

Now it seems, it truly is extraordinary.

Did they really foresee that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron was right beside them, inside this wooden house?

Yuan Feidao sighed softly and gestured with his hand:

Please have a seat.

The man in the green robe remained motionless and spoke calmly:

"There's no need for you to sit. I presume you've already entered the Innate Realm, perhaps even opened three or four Cave Heaven, but..."

The void behind him rippled slightly, giving rise to ten illusory Cave Heaven.

Each one encompasses twenty miles of sky and earth, with mountains and rivers rising and falling within it.

"Tie yourself up."

The man in the green robe spoke calmly, noticing the old man staring at him in disbelief, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

He smiled, knowing that the other party was terrified by his ten Great Accomplishment Cave Heaven.

However.

The old man stared in disbelief for a long time before finally speaking, speechless:

"Since you are Tianli Faction, didn't you consult Upper Heaven when you came here?"

The man in the green robe frowned, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. He flicked the copper coin, grasped it, and then unfolded it.

It's still four auspicious numbers.

Yuan Feidao also saw the four auspicious characters, and his expression changed:

"How could this be? Who have you offended recently? Or is it something else?"

"Whom have you Tianli Faction, offended?"

The man in the green robe's eyelids twitched, a sign that was clearly auspicious, yet his unease grew heavier—this old fellow was far too calm.

His astonishment did not seem to stem from the Ten Great Accomplishment Cave Heaven behind him.

Yuan Feidao rubbed his chin:

"The Tianli Faction, the new Heaven worshipped by the entire sect, is very powerful and formidable. Logically, it shouldn't be giving you the completely opposite message."

"Unless, you've offended something you shouldn't have."

"Or perhaps you intend to plot for a figure of higher rank than your [New Heaven]?"

The unease has escalated into a strong sense of crisis.

The man in the green robe turned and left without hesitation. He stepped out of the wooden door and saw an incense burner, wisps of smoke rising from it, and an old man stroking his chin.

A chilly air was rising.

He transformed into a beam of light and vanished, flying hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of miles away, finally stopping and looking back at the now tiny and obscured Chongyang City.

When I straightened my head again...

The incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, and the old man was frowning in thought.

A chill shot up from my tailbone and spread throughout my entire body.

Who exactly are you?!

The man in the green robe was horrified; the ten Great Accomplishment Cave Heaven shone brightly, and their Dharma images were about to ripple!

The old man simply tapped on the table.

The green smoke trembled and swayed from side to side, the Cave Heaven dimmed, and the vast Dharma image that was about to surge was forcibly suppressed.

The man in the green robe's chest heaved violently, his mind reeling—it was all over!

He heard the old man speak:

"Who I am?"

Yuan Feidao sighed:

"Naturally, it is Yuan Feidao."

"However, decades or even centuries ago, some people also called me the Heaven-Seizing False Venerate."

The man in the green robe leaned back, feeling dizzy.

Although he belonged to the Tianli Faction, he also understood the Lingshan lineage.

Legend has it that within the Lingshan lineage, there exists a great celestial seat that no one sits upon, known as the Great Hell Bodhisattva Seat.

Below that Great Heavenly Throne, there are six more Heavenly Thrones.

Yama, the Treasure Holder, the Dali, the great compassion, the Treasure Repository, and so on.

The position of the ruler of the heavens.

As for the false venerable one, that is the title given to those who have surpassed the Celestial Person but have not yet fully Becoming a God, those who have not yet truly become venerable ones.

"It's you!!"

He was so shocked he almost lost his voice, and his legs went weak.

"You, you, you're still alive? You Becoming a God yet?!"

"Becoming a God?" Yuan Feidao listlessly, "Becoming a God, and then sit in the Envoy of the Archangel? That's too boring."

He seemed to have finally found someone to confide in, and began to speak softly:

"I glimpsed a corner of the Nine Netherworlds, and saw a sublime celestial position called [Nine Non-Images], but I also obtained Great Opportunity and heard of the position called Ksitigarbha."

"But I don't know how to persuade the great Celestial Venerable to grant me this position."

Yuan Feidao rambled on:

"By the way, do you know about the Nine Netherworlds?"

The man in the green robe made a hoarse sound, trying to speak, but he couldn't. Half of his body was already sinking into the dark abyss, sinking deeper and deeper.

Yuan Feidao exhaled a breath of stale air, a fanatical look appearing on his face:

"The Nine Netherworlds, which the Hell Meditation points to, and which have been lost for countless years in legend, are beginning to emerge—and I have glimpsed them."

"I've discovered that the Nine Netherworlds have always been there."

"In the future!"