How Many Gods Are Behind You?!

"Ahead lies Hangu City."

The handsome young man gazed at the magnificent city, then turned to look at Zhu Xiaoming, whose face was filled with worry.

He smiled along with the Withered Woman clinging to his back, then asked:

"My Vajra Guardian, what are you thinking?"

Zhu Xiaoming touched his bald head:

"Buddha's disciple, I'm thinking about Old Zhang. Is he still alive?"

"Zhang Fusheng?"

The Buddhist disciple's expression turned slightly solemn, and he sighed softly:

"I didn't care and didn't know much about it, but based on the last information I received, he's doing well and holds a high position in a higher-level city called Chongyang."

Zhu Xiaoming was somewhat lost in thought, Chongyang Festival

Over the course of two months, while following this Buddhist disciple, he gradually came to understand the affairs of the spiritual world.

They even met an old man known as the "Divine Walker," who seemed incredibly powerful, many times stronger than Martial Arts Master.

After a moment of distraction, Zhu Xiaoming asked softly:

"Buddha's disciple, didn't you say that a momentous event, along with an extraordinary fortuitous opportunity, is about to occur in the city of Chongyang? Why don't we go to Chongyang?"

The Buddhist monk glanced at him and chuckled:

"What, you want to help your old friend? You haven't received the initiation yet, so you can't help him."

Zhu Xiaoming said shamelessly:

"But you're here for me."

The Buddhist disciple rolled his eyes:

"You overestimate me. I'm not even a Grandmaster—although killing a few Grandmasters wouldn't be difficult, but how could I possibly get involved in such a vortex?"

After a pause, the Buddhist monk pointed to the majestic Hangu City and said calmly:

"The Golden Province is about to descend into chaos. You will leave with me and go to the land of my ancestral home. There, you will receive divine initiation."

"With your talent, it wouldn't be difficult for you to become a Vajra in a day or two."

Zhu Xiaoming didn't know what a Vajra was, but he nodded as if he understood, and then murmured:

What about Lao Zhang and Lu Yao?

The Buddhist monk glanced at him:

"Being sentimental can be both a good thing and a bad thing. In this turbulent Mortal World, if you can't let go, you Not obtaining what one desires peace."

"How can one attain Buddhahood without achieving purity?"

"Alright then, I will Divine Walker some of the Divine Envoy from our sect to look after Zhang Fusheng. Once there is any news, I will let you know immediately, how about that?"

Zhu Xiaoming nodded vigorously and bowed.

"Thank you, Buddhist disciple."

"No need to thank me," the Buddhist disciple said lightly. "As for Lu Yao, once you've successfully completed your initiation, you can guide her to become your Mingfei. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Zhu Xiaoming blushed instantly and became shy and fidgety.

The Buddhist monk laughed heartily and led him onward, his gaze sweeping over Hangu City.

If I remember correctly, the First Seat and Third Seat in the Above High Heaven are also in this city, waiting for the city to open so they can leave the Golden Province.

First Seat was valued by the venerable one of the Western Sect, and since the Third Seat could also stay away from Chongyang, it was probably because it had caught the eye of the deities of the East Cult.

Above High Heaven.

The Buddhist monk led Zhu Xiaoming into the city, chattering on and on along the way:

Do you remember how the world turned color twelve days ago?

"I remember, I remember, everything turned black and white, like an old television!"

"Um."

The Buddhist disciple nodded.

"The world of the thirty-three cities turned black and white, all because of a ten- Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon, who, carrying the will of a certain god, drew his bow and shot an arrow."

Zhu Xiaoming's eyes widened. A ten- Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon?

One arrow, thirty-three cities—the world turned colorless?

He shrank back:

"Unbelievable. I'm more worried about Lao Zhang and Lu Yao now."

The Buddhist disciple hummed in agreement.

"If it weren't for that arrow, I wouldn't have rushed to Hangu City so hastily. By the time the city opened, the future of the Golden Province was already uncertain. Hmm?"

He suddenly raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at the Withered Woman clinging to his back.

But then they saw a young novice monk, with a chubby face, carrying an unidentified object covered with a black cloth on his back, huffing and puffing as he walked into Hangu City.

The young novice seemed to sense something, and looked over, meeting the gaze of the Buddhist disciple.

He glared at him coldly and snorted:

Mandala

The Buddhist disciple also became interested and narrowed his eyes:

"I didn't expect to encounter Remnant of Spirit Mountain here, and he doesn't seem to be an ordinary Remnant of Spirit Mountain."

He didn't rashly try to test the waters; the black cloth covering the young novice monk's back gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It's like facing the Mahakala.

No.

It is even better than Mahakala.

"Perhaps it's a Buddha statue?" the Buddhist disciple murmured to himself. But what kind of Buddha statue could give him a sense of oppression and danger even stronger than facing the Mahakala directly?

Who is this novice monk here?

Amidst their confusion, the city suddenly erupted in commotion. The Buddhist monk, the novice monk, Zhu Xiaoming, and others looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sliver of sky opening up.

The Buddhist disciple was astonished:

"Why is the Realm Gate opening now??"

Realm Gate is a gateway between a province and the World Plateau. Each of the forty-nine provinces has only one Realm Gate connecting it to the outside world.

Zhu Xiaoming stared in a daze at the magnificent sight of the sky opening up, watching the Rosy Clouds and Sea of Clouds roll away.

They saw a colossal 'warship' unlike any they had ever seen before, hundreds of times larger than a spaceship, slowly sailing in from beyond the narrow strip of sky.

No.

It's not a warship!

Zhu Xiaoming rubbed his eyes in confusion; it was clearly a dead giant beast!

A beast resembling a giant whale, yet possessing enormous wings, stretched for hundreds of miles, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, extending for tens of miles.

The enormous, unbelievably large beast, with its metallic sheen, clearly possessed a wealth of technological artifacts.

"What is that?" Zhu Xiaoming asked blankly.

The Buddhist disciple's expression was extremely grave.

"Whale-Penguin Ship."

He explained softly:

"A level 4 star beast, the Giant Whale-Peng, whose remains were hollowed out and then transformed into a massive warship. The entire Federation only has a few dozen of these."

"The Giant Whale-Peng is of the same lineage as the [Kunpeng] among the Level 5 Star Beasts, and is a hybrid version of the latter. Every living Giant Whale-Peng belongs to the Deity Level."

"This is... someone from the capital."

"The capital?" Zhu Xiaoming muttered to himself subconsciously, and heard the Buddhist disciple beside him respond.

"Yes, people have come from the capital, and they've even mobilized the Whale-Penguin Ship —such a grand display! They must be high-ranking officials from the Federation."

As soon as the words were spoken, the starship built by the colossal beast had already fully entered.

The dead, bird-like, fish-like behemoth suddenly opened its mouth.

A whale's cry, or perhaps the roar of a roc, pierced the sky and echoed far and wide!

Zhu Xiaoming covered his ears and squatted down, feeling dizzy.

Above the Heaven and Earth of Jiangzhou.

Bamboo forest.

Profoundly Dark Qi flowed out, accompanied by a massive cascade of Death Qi, resembling a giant waterfall.

Within the waterfall, in that narrow crack.

Su Qiansuan clearly saw an incredibly magnificent imperial palace, and the Imperial Shadow!

Imperial Shadow opened his eyes and looked at him.

It was just a glance.

'Boom!!!'

A violent roar erupted from Su Qiansuan's head, his Qi and Blood stopped flowing, and unimaginable pressure was crushing down on him!

He was being stared at by a terrifying god of an incredibly high rank!

The Imperial Shadow withdrew its gaze.

But it was just a fleeting moment.

In a daze,

Su Qiansuan caught a glimpse of this fleeting beauty, their eyes met in that instant.

I saw the Imperial Shadow's eyes, and within them, all things seemed to rise and fall.

It is Yin-Dark Divine Mountain, the final resting place of all spirits, a place of death, an end, a place of absolute silence and peace.

He struggled to break free from that gaze, and the crack that Zhang Fusheng had created with his Art of Prayer, combined with the [Palm Touching Karma], had already closed.

Only the pure Death Qi flowing and churning on the ground, along with a deep, eerie atmosphere, proved that what they had just seen was not an illusion.

"He"

Su Qiansuan was breathing lightly, sweat flowing out and then evaporating into a shimmering Immortal Light.

No, Him.

Who is He?

Zhang Fusheng felt slightly dizzy.

The Art of Prayer can only allow one to communicate with specific 'deities,' it cannot open a spatial rift to temporarily reach the Central Extreme Imperial Palace.

He used the method of "[Palm Touching Karma]" and employed the Great Teleportation Technique.

By leveraging his own True Self Karma, he forcefully opened a gateway from the real world to the summit of Mount Luofeng, the divine realm!

The energy consumption is frighteningly high.

It's not difficult to Transforming the False into the True divine being.

But can we directly create a gateway from reality to some divine realm?

That would increase the difficulty exponentially.

Palm Touching Karma

Zhang Fusheng controlled his body, suppressing the overwhelming fatigue and dizziness, and spoke softly:

"He is the Central Extreme Cult Master."

"Also known 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 of Reincarnation."

One after another, names that were incomprehensible yet whose majesty and profound meaning were uttered by Zhang Fusheng.

Su Qiansuan's pupils shrank to pinpoints as she stared intently at Zhang Fusheng.

For a long, long time.

He exclaimed in surprise:

"You are truly favored by such a being."

Zhang Fusheng smiled but remained silent.

Looks like they've fooled them again.

Compared to the non-existent World Honored One, the Central Extreme Cult Master, who possessed a Great Heavenly Position, would only reveal his innate level of cultivation if he didn't actually engage in combat.

From the perspective of position and the heavenly position it bears alone...

It was indeed an extremely powerful being, terrifying to the extreme.

The feeling of oppression was not much less than when I was sitting upright on the futon, and might even be greater.

After all, the futon did not bestow upon him the "Taiqing Position," but merely a rank equivalent to that of the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Moreover, the Eight Sceneries Palace is merely a projection of illusion.

The Central Extreme Cult Master possesses the true One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones Great Divine Ability, and was born from the heavenly positions he painstakingly created.

It is absolutely true.

Zhang Fusheng gazed silently at the Golden Governor and asked:

"If there is anything you wish to say, Lord Su, you may speak to me, and I will relay it to the World Honored One and the Central Extreme Cult Master, what do you say?"

"Certainly."

He lifted up a small altar, and his five fingers once again strummed in the air, producing mysterious rhythms that communicated with a deity sitting in the starry sky.

A wisp of will descended, transforming into a blurry phantom behind him.

"Young Master Zhang." A gentle voice rang out.

Su Qiansuan's eyelids twitched violently as he recognized that this was the Divine Will, a will of a god even more powerful than himself!

However, they addressed Zhang Fusheng as "Young Master Zhang," treating him as an equal.

He stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the illusory divine figure, and said in a deep voice:

"Su Qiansuan greets fellow Daoist."

The blurry, ghostly figure nodded.

"Yes, I know you. Are you making things difficult for Young Master Zhang?"

The Miss Mingyue, glanced around, her gaze lingering on the pure Death Qi flowing around her, and that deep, eerie feeling.

"No," Su Qiansuan said thoughtfully, "I simply invited young friend Zhang to play chess, drink tea, and discuss matters."

"That's good."

Miss Mingyue nodded slightly, then turned to support Zhang Fusheng, saying:

"If any trouble arises, Young Master Zhang, I will remain seated in the starry sky, ready to descend at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, this wisp of will flowed into the altar and disappeared.

A crack appeared on the small altar—the altar had been summoned by the Miss Mingyue too many times and was nearing its limit.

Zhang Fusheng casually put away the altar and stared at Su Qiansuan:

"Your Excellency, please speak."

Su Qiansuan silent, still silent.

For a long time.

He gazed intently at Zhang Fusheng, then sat down again and drank his tea.

Then he said:

"I would like to invite young friend Zhang to discuss the matter of the independence of the Golden Province."

Zhang Fusheng sat up straight:

"I am merely a primordial being, and an ancient sage reminded me not to be a trendsetter anymore, not to be too conspicuous. In this Age of Great Strife, I should sit behind the curtain."

Su Qiansuan had an eyelid; how come another ancient saint has appeared?

Just how many gods stand behind this guy?

He paused for a moment:

"Then I can remain behind the curtain and still interfere in the matter of the Golden Province's independence. I don't even need young friend Zhang's help."

"Isn't it good to get a share of the profits for free?"

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly to the words of the Golden Governor; this was certainly not his initial plan.

But the past is the past, and the present is the present.

Can you get a share of the profits by doing nothing?

This benefit is for oneself, but even more so for those 'All Gods' behind one's back, whether real or fake.

Zhang Fusheng was still deep in thought.

Su Qiansuan added one last sentence:

"I've also received news that a deity who doesn't get along with young friend Zhang is about to descend."

"That is the Ancestor of Land Immortals."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Su Qiansuan.

For a long time.

He stood up, shook hands with the Golden Governor, and smiled broadly:

"Lord Su, is it a pleasure doing business with you?"

Su Qiansuan's smile was equally warm and welcoming.

"Young friend Zhang, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"I will announce that a new Grand Secretary has been added to the Internal Deliberation Chamber of my Governor's Office, and my young friend can exercise all the powers granted to him."

"As for whether or not to reveal your identity, that's entirely up to you, young friend. In this way, you won't have to step into the limelight and can remain behind the scenes."

"Elder Secretary," Zhang Fusheng murmured, savoring the word. "At my age, I could also be called an elder."

"Junior Cabinet Elder, huh!" Su Qiansuan said with a beaming smile.

With the governor-general stationed in the province, it was impossible for him to attend to everything. In reality, many powers were delegated to the four cabinet ministers of the Internal Deliberation Chamber.

They were also known as Acting Governor.

Now, I am the fifth.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer, Brother Su."

Su Qiansuan laughed heartily and patted Zhang Fusheng's shoulder heavily:

"With Brother Zhang's words, I'm relieved, truly relieved!"

"In that case, the responsibility for all eighty-one cities in my Golden Province rests on your shoulders, Junior Cabinet Elder!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter exceptionally bright, yet their gazes were deep and unfathomable.

People who are thousands of years apart in age are now like close friends despite their age difference.

A sound like the cry of a whale or a roc came from afar.

Swaying gently.