This Is My Limit!

Golden City.

"Cui Wendao."

Inside the Cui family ancestral hall, the Old Patriarch sat upright, with Cui Qingyi seated beside him, and behind him, there were countless memorial tablets.

At the very top of the memorial tablet is a small statue of a deity.

A wooden sign stands next to the statue.

The inscription above reads "Cui Tianque".

That was the living deity of the Cui family. Although he never sat on the throne, he was still very famous.

Cui Wendao knelt on the ground, facing the head of the family and the Third Branch of the family, and the cold-looking woman with her eyes lowered.

The Old Patriarch spoke calmly:

"Our Cui family's resources can only support one person vying for the position of 'Book Holder'."

"Whether it's talent or strategy, Qingyi is superior to you; you should be aware of that yourself."

Cui Wendao silently and kowtowed:

"My aunt is indeed far superior to me, but I don't ask my Lineage to pour resources into me; I'm willing to earn it myself."

The First Branch frowned and scoffed:

"Cui Wendao, 'I've said everything I needed to tell you. Can't you still distinguish between what's important and what's urgent?'"

After pausing for a moment, this Innate Great Realm, whose presence was as scorching as the blazing sun, continued speaking:

"The most important thing for my Cui family right now is to take down Chongyang and ask you to communicate with that Divine Book and use your pen to shorten Li Guoquan's lifespan. Is that so difficult?"

Li Guoquan, Golden Councilor in Chongyang City.

Cui Wendao, his lips trembling, and kowtowed, saying:

"I've already used up two chances to escape the Shuangcheng City; I must save this last one."

"My aunt has three more times, doesn't she?"

The Old Patriarch of the Cui family frowned:

"I've told you a thousand times, ten thousand times: you must save your chance in green robes; use it when you're vying for the Book Holder."

Why are you so stubborn?

Cui Wendao raised his head and straightened his back, still kneeling, but with his head held high and chest out:

"Having used up my last chance to change my fate, how can I possibly fight for the position of the scholar?"

He spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I don't need my Lineage's help; I intend to fight for it myself—isn't that enough?"

"No."

A calm voice rang out.

It's Cui Qingyi.

She gazed at her nephew calmly and spoke slowly:

"Li Guoquan used his parliamentary privileges four times to veto the Cui family's takeover of Chongyang City. He must be eliminated."

"The Divine Book is the best path."

The woman raised her chin, gazed at her kneeling nephew, and stood up.

She pointed to the small deity statue at the highest point of the many memorial tablets.

It points to the three large characters 'Cui Baihua'.

"According to the ancient ancestor, each of the six candidates in each generation can change the lifespan of a living being three times, but they are not allowed to change the lifespan of a person with the surname Cui."

"And our Golden Branch, our High Gate Cui Family's ancestor, is nearing the end of his life."

As they spoke,

Cui Qingyi turned her head and looked down at Cui Wendao:

"If I take over Chongyang Temple, I am confident that my ancestor Ascension to Divinity. If our branch obtains divine status, we will be almost certain to win the battle for the book."

"Even."

She paused, then changed the subject:

"For the sake of the Lineage, can't you make some sacrifices? Even if you were to compete for the position of Secretary, who could you possibly beat?"

Cui Wendao, his chest heaving, as he looked at his father standing to the side.

The father turned his head away.

He laughed and stood up.

"The Cui family."

Cui Wendao, closing his eyes:

"Aunt, you are smarter and more talented than me. I heard that the previous president of Golden University, that reclusive master who has lived in seclusion for many years, was your teacher."

He opened his eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"But that doesn't mean I have to sacrifice my own interests for your schemes—why should I?"

Cui Qingyi sat down again and drank tea.

She put down her teacup and glanced sideways at the Old Patriarch:

"Grandpa, expel Wen Dao from the Cui family, then report it to the Qinghe Main Branch, and they will naturally strip him of his share of the book-writing quota."

The Old Patriarch frowned:

"No need for the blue-robed woman."

Cui Qingyi interrupted:

"Am I still him?"

The Old Patriarch choked, paused for a moment, and then sighed.

The man in blue is merely a grandmaster.

But it is even more so a direct transmission from the Celestial Person.

The chances of her taking the helm are very high – it's foreseeable that whether the High Gate Cui Family can achieve a meteoric rise in the future depends entirely on Qingyi.

The Old Patriarch asked:

"Are there any vetoes?"

Cui Wendao around, glancing at his close relatives and friends, even his parents.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

He suddenly felt a void in his heart.

The younger sister walked up to him and asked one last question:

"It means being expelled from the Cui family, losing the opportunity to hold the book, and also losing the Cui family's protection and glory."

"Should I kill off Li Guoquan, still secure my wealth and status for the rest of my life, and still have a slim chance to compete for the position of Secretary?"

Looking down at him, she knew that her nephew, who harbored unrealistic fantasies, had completely lost his psychological defenses.

Cui Qingyi spoke calmly:

"You have ten breaths to consider. After that, I will go to see the sleeping ancestor and request an imperial decree to expel you from the Cui family."

As for Chongyang City

"I'll go there myself. It'll be a lot more troublesome, but the result will be the same."

Cui Wendao, closing his eyes.

He sighed softly and opened his eyes:

"I have received Divine Decree to preserve this last opportunity to rewrite my lifespan."

A slight silence fell over the ancestral hall.

Divine Decree?

What Divine Decree?

Cui Qingyi's gaze suddenly sharpened:

"Cui Wendao, which cult have you joined, and which Evil God do you worship?"

Her voice became high-pitched and shrill:

"What, do you think that gods from Different Dimension can threaten my Cui family?"

"Different Dimension?"

Cui Wendao suddenly laughed, enunciating each word clearly:

"Who told you that I worship Evil God?"

"Who told you that He exists in Different Dimension?"

Cui Wendao stumbled and rushed out of the ancestral hall and out of the Cui family home. The First Branch stood up in a rage:

"I'll go and capture him!"

The Old Patriarch frowned and nodded, then reminded him:

"Do not harm him, member of the Cui clan. If you harm the candidate for the position of Secretary, and this gets back to the Qinghe Cui Clan, you will suffer the consequences."

The First Branch son nodded with a stern face, glaring at Cui Wendao's father:

"Look at the fine son you've raised!"

As he finished speaking, just as he was about to capture Cui Wendao with a single thought, he suddenly froze.

"What is this bastard doing?"

Inside the ancestral hall, a thought suddenly occurred to everyone: they all "saw" Cui Wendao kneeling beneath the plaque bearing the name "[Cui Family]" outside the Cui family compound.

I saw him light the incense burner and kowtow towards it.

Wisps of smoke rose upwards.

He kowtowed ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, but nothing happened.

"It seems he's lost his mind," a member of the Cui family sighed, shaking his head. Cui Qingyi smiled and said, "I'm going to see the Ancestor."

"As for my nephew?"

"Let him keep kowtowing." The woman swayed away, and the ancestral hall fell silent. Outside the Cui family compound, the young man continued to kowtow.

One moment, one moment.

Dragon boat.

He then withdrew from Wei Lingzhu's Mental Spiritual Realm.

Zhang Fusheng let out a soft exclamation, and within his Ancestral Aperture at the center of his brow, the divine nature of the Central Extreme Cult Master and the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal swayed slightly.

A devout person was prostrating himself in worship, and he could vaguely see some illusory scenes before his eyes. It was outside a mansion, with a plaque hanging high above the gate, and a young man bowing his head under the plaque.

Cui Wendao.

The Cui family residence.

"After my divine birth, I was able to hear and see the prayers of the most sincere."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, his curiosity growing ever stronger. What exactly was this divinity?

What will happen if it continues to expand?

That being said...

A smile appeared on his face; it was like someone had just handed him a pillow when he was about to fall asleep.

"The dragon boat is still shrouded in the Rosy Clouds, confirming that it cannot be detected by the outside world, right?"

As Zhang Fusheng asked his questions, he simultaneously conveyed an Imperial Decree to Cui Wendao through the waves of divinity, across vast distances and layers of bubbles.

The Imperial Decree edict arrived suddenly in Golden City, and suddenly entered Cui Wendao's mind, striking him as if he had been struck by lightning.

At this moment, Shi Zhengyuan spoke:

"That's right, there's absolutely no way the outside world could detect the Dragon Boat Bubble; I've severed all connections between this place and the outside world."

After pausing for a moment, Shi Zhengyuan continued:

"Once the Rosy Clouds breaks, we'll be the ones to decide what happened inside."

Zhang Fusheng nodded, gently shook his Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, and using the Instant Travel ability of the Buddhist Kingdom, suddenly appeared on the edge of the city.

"Let's do it here."

He wasn't in a hurry to meet the ancient sages of the other shore, but instead began preparations. The Old Master, who had come along, said with a complex expression:

"Are we really going to target the Cui family?"

Zhang Fusheng answered casually:

"It wasn't certain before, but now it's unavoidable. One of my followers is kowtowing outside the Cui family's residence. Master, you have quite a close relationship with the Cui family, don't you?"

"Yes, Cui Qingyi."

The Old Master didn't hide anything, revealing his relationship with Cui Qingyi, and even Cui Qingyi's plans in detail.

Zhang Fusheng was surprised:

"Using the Double Ninth Festival as a springboard, she'll swallow an elephant whole, take over the Cui clan, and then conquer Qinghe and Huangjin provinces. She really dares to dream big."

The Old Master sighed softly:

"After careful calculation by several venerable members of my Ancient Sage Faction, it is possible; otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to help her before."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"So, you're now betraying her and using her as a pawn, and that's probably not because of me, is it?"

He stared intently at the Old Master, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"Is it because of the spirit bamboo?"

The Old Master pursed his lips.

The altar held aloft by Zhang Fusheng reflected a phantom figure— the Miss Mingyue.

"Young Master Zhang." Miss Mingyue nodded gently.

Zhang Fusheng nodded, then looked at the silent Old Master and said calmly:

"Lu Xiuyuan, I'll ask you again later. I hope you can give me an answer."

The Old Master was indeed Celestial Person, but he was already terrified by everything that had happened before and after—of course, most importantly, he was currently within the Buddhist realm.

Within the Buddhist realm, one wields Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, which allows one to activate and control the realm.

He asked the Miss Mingyue if, as long as they didn't leave the dragon boat's area, the power of the ruined Buddhist kingdom hidden within the Zen staff...

One can contend against the Celestial Person.

After all, this is the last Buddhist kingdom and the last relic of the Spirit Mountain System.

"Miss Mingyue, Old Master."

Zhang Fusheng shook his Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, and his figure suddenly blurred:

"I hope you two can lend me a hand."

The Old Master nodded, and the ethereal figure formed from a wisp of will also nodded.

The former is an outstanding being among the Celestial Person, while the latter is an even greater deity—even a mere wisp of his will can still unleash the might of Celestial Person.

The two attacked simultaneously, and the immense power of heaven and earth was applied to Zhang Fusheng.

His brows furrowed tightly; fortunately, he possessed Flesh and Blood Divine Body and an innate Vajra physique.

Otherwise,

It might not be able to withstand the infusion of two Heavenly Human Level powers!

Now.

A divine bow, a replica of a certain Supreme Treasure, appeared in his hand. He silently communicated with the Helplessness Bridge and the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book, borrowing power from the two Supreme Treasure!

Although it cannot be propelled, its momentum can be leveraged.

These are all Supreme Treasure far superior to the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff.

The Old Master and Miss Mingyue, who were focusing their efforts on Zhang Fusheng, both changed color.

I sensed two not-so-large, but incredibly high-quality auras emanating from his body!

On one hand, it signifies desolation and decay, and on the other hand, it subtly hints at its final destination.

The other is the pure feeling of death.

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath.

Stomp on the ground.

Expand, expand, expand!

He suddenly transformed into Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon, towering into the sky and breaking through the Rosy Clouds!

"By the decree of the World-Honored One!"

The billowing Sha Qi spread in all directions.

With the help of the Buddhist kingdom, the bowstring is drawn, and the sound is like thunder!

The thought then stirred within the divine realm, where the statue of the World Honored One, worshipped for thirteen hundred years, stirred a wisp of divinity within the Ancestral Aperture between the eyebrows!

Then, the candlelight!

It was the candlelight that Yuan Feidao had separated from Maitreya Heavenly Position and given to him. It was a wisp of thought that escaped into the Eight Sceneries Palace, touched the six Heavenly Positions, and briefly borrowed their power!

One cannot sit upright on a meditation cushion; that lofty quality is too easily recognizable.

However, the six celestial positions are different, and after their respective positions are mixed together, they are even more impossible to distinguish.

All of these factors combined!

Since the goal is to create momentum for the World Honored One, Zhang Fusheng might as well see his own limits!

Let's see what kind of arrow I can shoot after preparing for several hours and with the blessing of two Celestial Person!

Then.

Now.

A phantom image, a blurry phantom image of the World Honored One, was finally pieced together.

It was shrouded in a hazy mist above the entire Dragon Boat World.

"The bow is fully drawn, the arrow is ready to be released."

"Please, World Honored One, enter into my body."

With Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon, the phantom of the World Honored One, shrouded in the heavens and earth above the dragon boat, slowly opened his eyes!

At this moment, the starry sky.

Zhang Fusheng

The Miss Mingyue murmured:

"I will lend you another hand."

Her Ancestral Aperture between her eyebrows split open, and brilliant true blood fell, quietly descending into reality along the altar and entering Zhang Fusheng's body.

It's going to explode.

It's going to explode!

An infinite and vast power filled him.

The Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon's eyes turned red instantly.

The illusory image of the World Honored One, which blotted out the sky, suddenly raised its head, its head emerging from the dragon boat's world and from within the bubbles!

This was the first time Zhang Fusheng had ever seen the layers upon layers of bubbles in the sky.

Nearly a hundred bubble worlds in the Golden Province

They all saw Him.

For example

God of Plague.