Writing the Heavenly Positions, the Central Extreme Emerges!

"One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones"

He sat cross-legged, quietly practicing and contemplating.

"It seems to be a method of creating a clone, but it is completely different. The cloned part is still the true self, yet it naturally possesses an extremely high status."

Zhang Fusheng carefully studied this Great Divine Ability, which resembled a technique for creating clones, but could only create three clones.

But if that were all there was to it, it wouldn't be Great Divine Ability, much less something called "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones".

"The One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones; the resulting body will inevitably intertwine with a part of Heaven and Earth."

The more Zhang Fusheng pondered, the more alarmed he became.

This is not an ordinary clone.

Rather, they are beings born with the potential to bear the great heavenly position!

Meditation, meditation.

I don't know how much time has passed.

When Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes again, the void in front of him distorted violently, and thunder roared Eight Sceneries Palace.

A phantom figure emerged, bearing an immensely vast illusory celestial position.

It's illusory because...

Zhang Fusheng is still needed to [complete the missing information].

The One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones was actually a manifestation of the self that manifested to bear the Great Heavenly Position, and that Great Heavenly Position was also defined by the self!

That's really terrifying.

No wonder it's such a Great Divine Ability.

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the illusory figure, and at the still indistinct Great Celestial Position it embodied.

He set out to 'formulate' and 'edit' the Great Celestial Position, endowing it with specific authority.

Take a deep breath.

Zhang Fusheng sat on the prayer mat and gave the following definition:

"This person must be the true lord of the Nine Netherworlds, who holds the power of life and death in the human realm and is in charge of recording good and evil, right and wrong."

As the voice faded, a portion of the Great Celestial Position solidified, and it was granted this authority.

Continue.

"Those who occupy this position are protected by the living and granted salvation by the dead; the Six Caves, Seven Palaces, Nine Heavens, Ten Earths all submit to them."

The second authority was born in the Great Heavenly Position.

Zhang Fusheng's breathing was already somewhat rapid, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart.

"Fortunately, the method of One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, at least when defining celestial positions, has little to do with cultivation level, but only with one's own [rank]."

He glanced down at the prayer mat.

I feel incredibly proud at this moment.

Continue!

"This position is further divided and governs six major celestial positions, namely Impermanence, Judge, Ghost Emperor, Meng Po, and Ksitigarbha."

With each person he fell, a slight tremor occurred in one of the six Heavenly Positions behind him.

Until the last person falls.

"And, the Azure Emperor."

The Six Heavenly Positions roared, and the illusory scenes and shadows they carried seemed to be paying homage to the great heavenly position that Zhang Fusheng was building and defining.

He pondered deeply and continued to complete the setting.

"This person resides in the Netherworld, in the Central Extreme Imperial Palace Mount Luofeng, overseeing the world of light!"

"This position, seated at the very end of life and death, represents death, stillness, extinction, tranquility, and the very end, and so on and so forth, the transformation of all things!"

With each word he uttered, Zhang Fusheng swayed precariously, reaching his limit. But what about that Great Celestial Position?

Half of it is still in the realm of illusion.

He was truly shocked.

This means that the various powers and functions that he has defined for himself are still far from the limit of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones"!

"Good boy."

Zhang Fusheng was amazed, but had to give up for the time being, because even sitting upright on the meditation cushion, he had reached his limit and could no longer define himself.

I can only complete this later when my status has improved.

There's still a large blank space waiting for you to fill it in!

So he said.

"Your name has countless forms, such as the Master of Nine Nether, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, and the Lord of the Six Paths."

"But your usual title should be --"

"[The Central Extreme Cult Master]."

As the last word fell.

Zhang Fusheng felt that a Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal within his Ancestral Aperture his eyebrows was slowly peeling away and merging into the illusory image.

He took a deep breath:

"Fellow Daoist, why haven't you emerged into the world yet?"

'Buzz!!'

The illusory image solidified, and through Zhang Fusheng's design, it ultimately appeared as the appearance of a middle-aged man.

Their cultivation level was completely equal to his own, yet they were born with a Great Celestial Position that he himself had defined.

The middle-aged man had a solemn expression, a round face and a broad forehead, wore a black imperial robe, and a twelve-tasseled crown on his head.

He now fully materialized, nodding and smiling.

"Central Extreme Cult Master greets fellow Daoist."

The Central Extreme Cult Master bowed respectfully, which Zhang Fusheng accepted without hesitation.

It was at this very moment.

'Boom!'

A dramatic change has occurred in the divine realm; the passage of time has been abruptly altered!

Zhang Fusheng cannot see too far back in time; his own memories are limited to the eighteen years of his life.

He saw that within the divine realm, the faces of the statues worshipped by dozens of Flawless Soul were no longer his own, but rather the likeness of the Central Extreme Cult Master.

And the changes are not limited to this moment.

In my memory, with each passing moment, the face of the deity changes along with it.

Even the statues of gods enshrined within Cave Heaven and Land of Exotic Treasures are no exception!

After that, before that.

At this very moment.

The Master of Nine Nether, the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, the Lord of the Six Paths.

They all point to the same person.

Before me stood a handsome middle-aged man draped in a dark imperial robe.

Even if his cultivation level is exactly the same as Zhang Fusheng's, even if he is only at the Innate Great Realm.

But one's social standing is already above life and death.

"I will not die, for I am death."

The Central Extreme Cult Master sighed:

"I will not fall, I will not decay, I will not end—for I am them."

"Although I am unable to unleash the power of my celestial position, I am destined to return to the realm I rightfully belong to."

"I will work with you, fellow Daoist, to gradually return to our rightful place."

As they were talking.

Zhang Fusheng saw that a huge palace had appeared out of nowhere on the Mount Luofeng, with only the two characters "Zhongji" on it.

The Central Extreme Imperial Palace.

Same.

It didn't just appear at this moment; in an additional segment of Zhang Fusheng's memory, it occurred as early as when he first anchored Mount Luofeng.

On the sacred mountain, there already stands this imperial palace.

What caused history to change?

It was simply because he was writing the Heavenly Positions...

The added line, "This person resides in the Netherworld, in the Central Extreme Imperial Palace Mount Luofeng, overseeing the World of Light!"

Thus, throughout history, a Central Extreme Imperial Palace has always stood Mount Luofeng.

Zhang Fusheng lost his speech.

One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones

He knew this legendary Great Divine Ability was incredibly strong, but he never imagined it would be this outrageous!

It was just a simple act of writing and setting the celestial positions, yet it was reflected in history and came true directly!

My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't find peace for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist."

Zhang Fusheng exhaled and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting:

"You shall remain in the Central Extreme Imperial Palace for now."

As he spoke, he silently sensed this peculiar perspective—he was both Zhang Fusheng and the Central Extreme Cult Master.

I have two perspectives at the same time!

It gazes at itself.

I bowed to him.

This strange feeling made Zhang Fusheng feel somewhat dazed, but he quickly regained his senses.

He murmured:

When will you be back in your place?

The Central Extreme Cult Master answered:

"The stronger you become, the stronger I become. In the celestial positions you have established, I am the master of the Nine Netherworlds, I am the lord of the Six Paths."

"Therefore, as our divine realms become more complete, my control over the celestial position will also increase."

"For example, the six heavenly positions each have their own masters, and the Book of Life and Death, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, etc., have all returned to my hands."

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly and nodded solemnly.

Then.

The Central Extreme Cult Master stepped into Mount Luofeng and entered the Central Extreme Imperial Palace. As he sat down, the divine realm swayed.

The entire divine realm seemed even more real now.

"From now on, I will take charge of the Nine Nether Cult and the Luofeng Cult." The Central Extreme Cult Master bowed to Zhang Fusheng from afar in the imperial palace.

"Fellow Daoist, please go."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, then suddenly had another thought and sat down again on the prayer mat.

It's Miss Mingyue.

She was praying to herself.

With a single thought, a wisp of Miss Mingyue's will was drawn to the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"Young boy, pay your respects to the Dao Ancestor!"

The girl crawled down, and Zhang Fusheng accepted it calmly—when he sat upright on the futon, he was no longer Zhang Fusheng.

It is not the Great Celestial Venerable, but the Supreme Purity.

He nodded and said:

"Little one, why are you so flustered?"

The Dao Sound was like thunder.

The Miss Mingyue dared not look at the Dao Ancestor, though she guessed that the Dao Ancestor, like herself, was not the real Dao Ancestor, but perhaps had stepped out of the painting.

But that was the Dao Ancestor.

Even a figure in a painting can become the [true self] at any time.

She quickly recounted:

"A moment ago, I suddenly remembered some things from the past, and I suddenly recalled some unbelievable things."

A look of confusion appeared on Miss Mingyue's face as she continued:

"In my memory, a conflict occurred between the master of the Nine Netherworlds. The child sensed something was wrong and came to pay homage to the Dao Ancestor?"

"Oh?"

The Celestial Venerable said peacefully:

"Then tell me."

The Miss Mingyue quickly gathered her thoughts and hesitated before speaking:

"The child remembers very clearly that the true master of the Nine Netherworlds has always been [Houtu Huang Diqi], but..."

"But just now, I remembered that there is more than one Master of Nine Nether; there is also a Central Extreme Cult Master. You also said that the Nine Netherworlds have been born."

After a moment's consideration, Miss Mingyue finally said:

"The child is wondering, how could there be two Master of Nine Nether? I think, could it be that some incredible being has changed the past?"

She had followed Zhen Yuanzi for countless years. Although her cultivation level was not top-notch among immortals and gods, her knowledge was far beyond that of ordinary immortals and gods.

She knew about the changes in history.

The Dao Palace fell silent. Miss Mingyue lay prostrate for a moment, then another.

She heard the Dao Ancestor, seated amidst the chaotic mist, speak softly:

"Turn around."

The Miss Mingyue, was stunned, then stood up and turned around as instructed.

Through the gates of the Dao Palace, one sees a magnificent imperial palace, and within it sits a towering being.

In my memory, he was another master of the Nine Netherworld besides [Houtu Huang Diqi].

The Central Extreme Cult Master.

The Miss Mingyue was startled, bowed, and when she looked up again, the magnificent imperial palace had vanished.

She heard the voice of the Dao Ancestor resounding softly.

History has indeed changed.

"I will change it."

As the Great Dao Si Yin descended, she looked up in shock, but the scenery before her eyes was blurred. She had fallen out of the Eight Sceneries Palace and back into the carriage in the starry sky.

The Miss Mingyue was drenched in cold sweat, sitting in the carriage breathing heavily, muttering absentmindedly:

"I see, I see."

The delicate woman's vermilion dot between her brows glowed, clearly indicating she was genuinely frightened.

"Dao Ancestor."

"Is it a game of strategy against [the Imperial Earth God]?"

In a short while, Mingyue had already imagined a momentous and earth-shattering struggle that spanned the ages.

The Dao Ancestor has made a move against Houtu Empress.

She quickly closed her eyes, banishing these terrifying thoughts.

This vortex, let alone oneself, would cause even the master great trouble if he were caught in it.

Longzhou City.

The thought returns to itself.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the morning sun shining through the window and the autumn wind blowing.

It's the last day of September.

Twelve days have passed since that Merciful Divine Arrow caused the thirty-three cities to lose their color.

Zhang Fusheng pushed open the door, Shi Zhengyuan was waiting outside.

Old Shi said softly:

"Living Buddha, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I've gone back to Chongyang."

"But Living Buddha."

Shi Zhengyuan spoke in a low voice:

"Many people from various sects and factions have already rushed to Chongyang, where chaos is erupting. Even the two Golden Councilor are struggling to protect themselves. You should return now."

After hesitating for a moment, he added:

"I'm worried that you were severely overexerted after that arrow shot that day."

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:

"Don't worry, that arrow will indeed be difficult to shoot again, but when I go back this time, I won't be the most conspicuous trendsetter."

Shi Zhengyuan sighed, a look of hesitation appearing on his face.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"Old Shi, I am about to leave. Speak your mind, why hesitate?"

Only then did Shi Zhengyuan speak:

"During the days you were in seclusion, someone from Golden City came—an envoy of the governor, saying he wanted to see you."

"Seeing that you had gone into seclusion, he left on his own, but asked me to give you an invitation."

"Golden Governor, please grant me an audience."

Zhang Fusheng paused, then narrowed his eyes.

He took the extremely heavy invitation from Shi Zhengyuan's hand; a wisp of divine Spiritual Qi flowed over it.

"I see."

Zhang Fusheng calmly said:

"Prepare a spaceship for me today."

"It's time to go back for the Double Ninth Festival."

After more than a month's absence, he was still just Great Grandmaster had lit a small fire in the furnace.

But now, amidst the chaos of the Double Ninth Festival and the clashing of opinions from all sides, I am quite different.

October. Late autumn.

Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways, gazing at the late autumn scenery outside the window, and sighed:

The autumn wind is bleak.

The invitation in my hand felt a little too hot to handle.