Remnant Soul of Ziwei? Today, I Shall Attain the Limit

In the rain.

A wisp of Yang Shexing's spiritual will shone down—he was cautious by nature, and had only just captured a 'high-ranking member' of the Gaotian Association.

While it's almost certain that eight or nine out of ten points won't be investigated, what if...?

He absolutely refused to leave the Whale-Penguin Ship.

The spirit and will projected illusory, majestic human figures onto the ground; the officials of the Double Ninth Festival all bowed their heads in the rain.

Hu Zhongli and Li Guoquan exchanged a glance, then stepped forward together, cupping their hands in greeting:

"Is that Special Envoy Yang?"

Yang Shexing's gaze swept over the two Golden Councilor, his expression unchanged.

"Councilor Hu, why aren't you staying in the Waiting Area? What are you doing here on Double Ninth Festival?"

He was holding people accountable, very assertive; at that moment, this spirit and will were shining brightly, illuminating the rainy night.

Hu Zhongli remained unfazed, his face still beaming with smiles.

"Special Envoy Yang, have you forgotten? I have already stepped down. The Golden Councilor in the Waiting Area is named Zhou Muneo, and he returned home a couple of days ago."

Yang Shexing narrowed his eyes dangerously, then suddenly changed the subject:

Where is Zhang Fusheng?

He quietly observed the expressions of everyone present, but these guys were all old foxes, and they didn't reveal the slightest abnormality.

Li Guoquan answered directly:

"He has already stepped down and is traveling with his family."

"Yeah?"

Yang Shexing spoke softly, pacing in the rain, his body radiating an increasingly brilliant light that illuminated all directions and pierced through the deep rain curtain.

He stopped in front of Lin Changle, who looked nervous.

"The Double Ninth Festival is truly absurd."

Yang Shexing's voice rang out:

"A Public Security Bureau assistant at the martial arts level, without any merit, directly became the director-general?"

"Special Envoy Yang"

It was Chen Daoling who spoke; he coughed twice.

"Currently, Chongyang is facing special circumstances, so special measures are being taken. Cultivation level is no longer a strict requirement; ability is the priority."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yang Shexing interrupted lightly:

"That's just sophistry, he deserves a beating."

With a casual wave of his hand, this wisp of his will transformed into a gigantic palm print, which he then swiftly slapped away!

Chen Daoling's expression changed; four furnace flames suddenly appeared behind his head, as if he wanted to defend himself.

However, the gap between the two sides was too great. He was sent flying, his body cracking like fragile porcelain, and even the four furnace fires almost went out!

"Special Envoy Yang!"

Li Guoquan was furious. He shouted and was about to leave, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

High in the sky, the Deity Level Whale-Penguin Ship had lowered its massive head at some point.

Countless mysterious runes also lit up on the wings of the clouds hanging from the sky.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped everyone.

Yang Shexing slowly opened his mouth:

Why are you calling me?

Li Guoquan opened his mouth, his hair standing on end, wanting to speak, but he couldn't; he could only breathe heavily.

Even Hu Zhongli, who had reached the Innate Great Realm among them, looked extremely grim.

Yang Shexing smiled faintly:

"Your Chongyang idea is good. Becoming a directly administered Federation territory and a thorn in the side to monitor Su Qiansuan is a proposal and idea that the Federation approves of."

"Only"

He looked around, his smile gradually fading.

"This does not mean you can use this as a basis to demand things from the Federation with impunity."

"Recognize your place. The matter of Chongyang being directly administered has been decided, but I'm in charge of this decision. Those of you who can do it well, do it well; those who can't, we'll replace you."

"Now, you three-person team from Chongyang, go and make the decisions and proposals. Within three days, I will hold all administrative power."

After I finish speaking, who agrees and who disagrees?

Silence, silence.

Silence remained.

Only the sound of rain continued.

"Very good."

Yang Shexing nodded in satisfaction, and the wisp of spiritual will slowly dissipated and disappeared.

Only a single echo remained, reverberating through the rain.

"I'm very interested in that former director of the Public Security Bureau; he's an interesting person who managed to rise three ranks in his personal career within a month or two."

"Send him to an audience."

The officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hu Zhongli let out a soft breath and sighed:

"A starving wolf has arrived!"

They miscalculated.

Above High Heaven.

The Great Celestial Venerable sat quietly in the chaotic mist, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

The Helplessness Bridge holds hidden souls.

He remained silent, seemingly still fast asleep. The mist flowed quietly, creating a layered, dense, and endless darkness.

Whose soul?

The first person Zhang Fusheng thought of was that Heavenly Khan.

This is the most likely possibility.

In mythology, Li Shimin did indeed travel to the underworld—precisely after Wei Zheng's dream of slaying the dragon.

Li Shimin was visited by the vengeful spirit of the Jing River Dragon King, which resulted in him taking a trip to the underworld.

Welcoming the Ten Kings of Hell, I traveled through half of the underworld—and even crossed the Helplessness Bridge.

Thinking of this...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

In the chaotic fog,

The Great Celestial Venerable seemed to raise his head and open his eyes, and the dark Dao Palace suddenly lit up. Then, the Great Sound is Silent.

"The Nine Netherworlds have been born, and there truly is Helplessness Bridge."

A gentle voice rang out, and Yuan Tiandao's breathing suddenly quickened as he pressed for an answer:

"May I ask the Heavenly Venerable, where is the Nine Netherworld? How can one reach the Helplessness Bridge?"

After asking the question, he slapped his forehead:

"But I forgot!"

As he spoke,

Yuan Tiandao prostrated himself down and said loudly:

"I am willing to offer up a thousand years of arduous cultivation as the price?"

The True Person spoke lightly:

But ask yourself, is your heart sincere?

Yuan Tiandao's expression hardened, and he bowed again:

"I am willing to dedicate two thousand years of arduous cultivation, and I am willing to give up my remaining lifespan—just to preserve ten more years of my own life. The rest of my lifespan will be given up!"

The True Person nodded:

"Since you are sincere, you may keep your lifespan for yourself; I will only take two thousand years of your cultivation."

He sketched the light and shadow, and asked:

"Willingly?"

Yuan Tiandao bowed in respect:

"I'm willing!"

It is the past two thousand years of cultivation that has been quietly peeled away.

The old man's aura suddenly plummeted, yet he remained a near- Perfection Celestial Person —just how many years had this guy lived?

Zhang Fusheng was shocked, but then delighted.

Two thousand years of cultivation!

He will absolutely be able to unlock all nine of his remaining Cave Heaven!

In this way.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard seems ready to be picked up.

"Mercy."

Just as they were astonished by the fact that these All Seats could offer up two thousand years of cultivation, they heard the Heavenly Venerable sigh.

Then.

The Celestial Venerable spoke gently:

"Nine Netherworlds were placed ten thousand years in the future."

The All Seats were bewildered.

What does that mean? Being placed ten thousand years in the future?

Yuan Tiandao's expression changed drastically, and he murmured bitterly:

"You mean it will be ten thousand years before the Nine Netherworlds are reborn?"

"No." The Celestial Venerable seemed to shake his head, and chaotic energy flowed and churned.

Yuan Tiandao had just breathed a sigh of relief,

But then they heard the Celestial Venerable say leisurely:

"To be precise, the Nine Netherworlds are placed ten thousand years in the future. From today's perspective, the Nine Netherworlds are ten thousand years in the future."

"If you look at the Nine Netherworld again ten thousand years from now, it will still be ten thousand years from now."

"Without interference, the Nine Netherworlds will remain forever in the future, inaccessible to anyone who can traverse the ages."

The light, airy words echoed throughout the Eight Sceneries Palace, leaving everyone bewildered.

Then I felt a chill down my spine.

The Nine Netherworlds are placed in the future.

Who put it there?

Is there really such incredible power in this world?

All Seats were in a daze; the great secret that the Celestial Venerable had casually uttered had stunned them all.

Only Miss Mingyue was the quickest to recover, and then she shrank her neck.

Although she is a figure in a painting, her memory is incomplete; she can only clearly recall the events that occurred at Five Villages Temple.

But those Supreme Beings naturally understand this as well.

Now,

The Miss Mingyue murmured:

"There are only a handful of people who can extract the Nine Netherworlds from the present and place them in the future, right?"

Yuan Tiandao was startled—what did he mean by "just a few"?

This incredible power isn't possessed by just one person.

His throat bobbed, he swallowed, and clinging to his last shred of hope, he carefully began to speak:

"But Heavenly Venerable, you once said that the Nine Netherworlds are being born."

The mist churned silently, and the Celestial Venerable seemed to smile, speaking peacefully:

"The Central Extreme Cult Master is returning to his rightful place."

As he spoke, the Celestial Venerable pointed towards the Dao Palace.

The All Seats instinctively turned to look at each other, and saw what was outside the door formed by chaotic mist.

A magnificent imperial palace has appeared outside the Dao Palace, though it is unknown when.

Yuan Tiandao strained his eyes to look, and could only see an incomparably solemn Imperial Shadow sitting in the magnificent imperial palace.

Imperial Shadow sat there quietly, as if for countless millennia.

The Miss Mingyue bowed and said aloud:

"Greetings, Central Extreme Cult Master, Great Emperor of the Underworld, Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"

The All Seats hurriedly followed suit and bowed.

But then they saw the Imperial Shadow rise gracefully and bow towards the Dao Palace:

"Since the Dao Ancestor summoned me, I have come."

The Celestial Venerable spoke with a gentle smile:

"Fellow Daoist, I, a young friend from the Eight Sceneries Palace, ask you: Is there a soul that passed by in the Helplessness Bridge from many years ago?"

Imperial Shadow smiled and bowed, saying:

"How could you, Dao Ancestor, not know this?"

The Celestial Venerable said gently:

"Ziwei and you have a very close relationship. He also briefly served as the head of the Underworld, assisting you in bringing peace and order to the Nine Netherworlds."

As they spoke,

Zhang Fusheng kept a close eye on Yuan Tiandao's expression, his gaze incredibly profound.

Based on the existing clues, if Li Shimin was simply Li Shimin, how could he have left behind such a massive contingency plan?

The twenty-four people of the Lingyan Pavilion, Chang'an Town, the Imperial Mausoleum of a Thousand Miles, Yin Chang'an, and Li Yiyi and the Ziwei Emperor Robe she mentioned.

And so on.

Everyone points to the Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole as [Li Shimin] – it doesn't matter if we guess wrong.

He could immediately go and gently knock on the Gate of the Past, and change his story.

But seeing the barely suppressed excitement on Yuan Tiandao's face when he heard the words 'Ziwei,' I was right.

At this time.

Eight Sceneries Palace, most people were bewildered. Yuan Feidao, the Sixth Seat, was staring intently at the newly arrived Ninth Seat.

The Miss Mingyue, kept her head very low, trembling slightly.

She knew she had overheard another incredible secret.

The Great Emperor Ziwei.

Eight Sceneries Palace, inside the magnificent imperial palace.

Imperial Shadow nodded and bowed.

"In response to the Dao Ancestor's words, a wisp of Ziwei's remnant soul is probably on the Helplessness Bridge. His contingency plan back then was indeed ingenious."

"As an emperor in the mortal realm, during his journey to the underworld, he silently left behind a wisp of his Soul Spirit —truly remarkable."

"Compassion, compassion," the Heavenly Venerable sighed softly.

As the sigh escaped, the magnificent imperial palace slowly descended before the eyes of All Seats, disappearing along with the imposing Imperial Shadow.

The Eight Sceneries Palace was deathly silent.

Everyone is processing the massive amount of information.

The Central Extreme Cult Master, the master of the Nine Netherworlds, bowed to the Heavenly Venerable. Although he didn't express any particular respect, he was the one who stood up and bowed.

All eyes turned to the blurry figure that remained seated quietly in the chaotic mist.

They lowered their heads.

Yuan Tiandao performed the grand bow and sang:

"I have found the answer, Heavenly Venerable, have mercy!"

The Celestial Venerable smiled but remained silent, while the True Person spoke:

"Exchange Heaven and Dao, and share what we have!"

After a while,

After a few transactions, the group discussed and tentatively agreed to work together to rescue the Seventh Seat.

Accompanied by a loud shout from the True Person, "Retreat!"

All Seats then fell out of the Dao Palace and back into the mundane Mortal World.

The Dao Palace fell Silence Below once more.

The Celestial Venerable sat alone, and the mist dissipated.

Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged on the prayer mat. With a gentle pull, the Helplessness Bridge appeared before his eyes, but no matter how he looked at it, he could not see the so-called Soul Spirit buried within it.

Is it inside the bridge?

He murmured to himself, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

His palm gently caressed the Ancient Bridge, his fingertips lightly tapping across it, as he used the newly acquired method of Heavenly Calculation to attempt to predict and calculate.

Although there is no longer a heaven to consult, this method of divination is still effective—although it is far less effective than in the old days, and not as good as other methods of divination.

My fingertips touched the Bridge of Helplessness Bridge nineteen times.

The secrets of heaven can be glimpsed, yet heaven has never provided an answer.

Can't figure it out.

"Too."

Zhang Fusheng sighed slightly. If it were really that easy to calculate, then this contingency plan, which was suspected to have been left behind by the Emperor Tang or the Great Emperor Ziwei, was far too crude.

If I'm not mistaken,

Yuan Tiandao probably learned about this through some information left behind by that person.

"That's enough."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes lit up again, and he muttered to himself:

"Let's open up the remaining nine Cave Heaven first!"

"The pinnacle of the innate realm is reached today."

Two thousand years of cultivation, suddenly merged with the body.

Cave Heaven appeared, radiating brilliance in all directions.