All Seats Meet, Whale-Penguin Falls from the Sky (23)

(One more chapter to go)

Martial Arts Manor.

"Return to your soul, return to your soul!"

The old woman's eyes were incredibly cloudy. She squatted on the ground, stroking the tiny figure buried in the earth, and whispered:

When will you return? When will you return?

From the muddy ground nearby, hundreds of little devils poked their heads out. One of them stumbled over and said in a simple, honest voice:

"Grandma, Grandma, when can we become the legendary ghost soldiers?"

The old woman smiled kindly:

"Almost there, almost there!"

She sighed softly, her face clearly showing signs of great age, yet her eyes burned with a fiery intensity, radiating vitality:

"If you have more, and more, until you reach a thousand people..."

The old woman's burning eyes suddenly became incredibly deep:

"At that time, as long as the Helplessness Bridge is found again, the Emperor can walk out from it and find the Nine Netherworlds that have been lost for countless years."

The little devil nodded, looking bewildered.

"Grandma, Grandma, does the Nine Netherworld really exist?"

"Yes, it's always been there."

The old woman nodded with absolute certainty, then sneered:

"The Wei and Yuan families have been searching for proof that the Nine Netherworlds exist. The Three Surnames guarding the tombs each conceal a great secret."

"The Yuan family's secret celestial Heavenly Book, the Wei family's method of invoking their ancestors, and my Wu Family's hidden secrets—no one knows them, no one knows them."

The old woman seemed to be acting erratically, laughing incoherently, as if she had lost her mind.

The little devils stared blankly at her, then counted at each other, and finally one little devil hopped and skipped away:

"Grandma, Grandma, we have 993 people now, only seven more are needed!"

The old woman exhaled a breath of stale air, the madness on her face dissipating, and she quietly looked at the little devils accumulated by the Wu Family over countless years and by countless ancestors.

"There are only six left to go."

She whispered:

"Last night, a spiritual thought was spying outside—a Primordial Being."

"If we refine him too, we will have nine hundred and ninety-four innate little ghosts."

"In that case, I'll make another trip to Chongyang and capture six more at the Innate Great Realm. Then I'll have everything I need, everything I need!"

The little devils cheered and jumped for joy.

The old woman suddenly sensed something and shouted.

More than nine hundred little devils burrowed back into the ground.

They burrowed back into the more than nine hundred innate corpses underground.

Although the oldest corpse is well over ten thousand years old, Innate Great Realm Impenetrable Body and perfectly round.

It has not decayed in the slightest to this day.

The more than nine hundred congenital corpses are more than nine hundred containers for raising ghost children—using their souls as ghost children.

Over thousands of years, the resentment has accumulated to an immeasurable depth and weight.

After the last little devil burrowed back underground.

The old woman sat calmly on a broken chair in the yard. After a few moments, a knock came at the door.

The door was pushed open, and Chen Shishan led Zhang Fusheng in.

"Grandma Wu, we've come to buy Sesame Cake!"

Zhang Fusheng remained calm as he surveyed the dilapidated courtyard. His gaze lingered on the muddy ground for a moment, a subtle glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He frowned.

There are hundreds of thick, heavy threads of cause and effect underground.

But the difference from last night is...

Last night, the old woman felt an extremely dangerous sense of oppression. Even a fleeting thought of gazing outside the mansion made her heart pound with fear.

But now, facing it head-on, the old woman, although still relying on her intuition for warnings,

But the body and intuition are no longer so 'fearful'.

From this perspective,

Although I don't know what I'm capable of now, it's probably far better than last night.

"The Sesame Cake cakes are being made, they're being made."

Under Zhang Fusheng's gaze, the old woman happily got up:

"Little Stone Mountain, come with Grandma to get it."

Chen Shishan obediently responded and followed the old woman into the house.

The room was dark and gloomy, the door was closed, and everything inside was invisible, inaudible, and even imperceptible.

Even when Zhang Fusheng activated the Taiyi Chapter and looked up, he couldn't see anything.

"They're after me."

He was talking to himself, but he wasn't panicked; on the contrary, he was very calm.

My intuition was indeed giving me a faint warning.

But.

Zhang Fusheng produced three copper coins from the fake ones in his hand. He casually tossed them, and the coins landed back in his palm. Two were upright and one was face down, while one stood upright in his palm.

According to the laws of Heavenly Calculation, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, and there is a glimmer of hope for ascension to heaven.

"Staying here might be dangerous, it might be safe, but there's also a sliver of hope that we could gain tremendous benefits."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, chuckled softly twice, and waited quietly.

Outside the Martial Arts Manor, several more men in black robes appeared silently, along with an Old Master strolled by leisurely.

Chongyang City.

Yuan Feidao bowed three times to the large-bellied Buddha statue.

He stepped out of the wooden house, glanced at the enormous Whale-Penguin Ship, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he walked slowly along the long street, and when he reached the outskirts, he saw two monks heading towards Chang'an Town.

One was dressed in white, and the other had six naked women wrapped around his body; both were strolling leisurely.

"The Innate Great Realm of Mandala".

Yuan Feidao muttered to himself, not taking it seriously. He found a desolate mountain, set up an altar there, and murmured again:

"Ninth Seat must be from Chang'an Town. The Wu Family only has one old ghost left, it can't be her."

"Is that Wei Busǐ, or Yuan Tiandao?"

As he murmured, his Spiritual Power tore through mountains and forests.

A Grand Sacrifice, far from simple, has been completed.

The altar was ten zhang in length and width.

There are nine steps on each of the four sides.

Yuan Feidao gestured, and a flesh Flesh Puppet slowly emerged from the shadows.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"Master, please let us go."

"Ouch!"

As soon as the Flesh Puppet appeared, it emitted layers of wails and cries—its entire body was swollen with nearly a hundred faces!

It was shockingly composed of nearly a hundred heads!

Yuan Feidao spoke compassionately:

"My disciples, I know you have suffered for decades, but it will be over soon, very soon."

He spoke softly:

"On February 9th, the Imperial Mausoleum will open. I will find the Nine Netherworlds and ascend the throne there. At that time, your souls will also be liberated."

The nearly one hundred heads and souls that make up the Flesh Puppet.

But they were his former disciples, those who had lost the competition.

"Buddha Ancestor, have mercy!"

Yuan Feidao sighed with pity, no longer looking at the agonizing, wailing Flesh Puppet, and his figure quietly disappeared.

Only after he had walked a distance did he begin to manipulate the Flesh Puppet.

Then,

Following the prayer given by the mysterious Eighth Seat, they manipulated the Flesh Puppet to kneel on the altar and pray to the heavens.

Then.

Nearly a hundred faces were forced to utter a series of loud shouts.

"A deity seated amidst the stars"

"The immortals on Longevity Mountain"

"The True Lord who wields the Golden Striker."

As the calls echoed, the void writhed and tore apart. Yuan Feidao looked through the perspective of the Flesh Puppet, his heart filled with dread.

A horse-drawn carriage.

A carriage traveling through the starry sky, the horses pulling it exuding an aura of Celestial Person beings!

Pegasus

He then saw,

From the carriage window, a pale white hand parted the curtain, and at the same time, the unique, elegant voice of the Eighth Seat emanated from within.

It resounded from the starry sky and emanated from the rifts in the void.

"Sixth Seat, aren't you from the Spirit Mountain System? Why are you using Mandala System magic? It seems to have a hint of Hell Meditation. You've gone astray."

The Flesh Puppet remained silent, its nearly one hundred faces retracting beneath its skin before bowing in reverence towards the rift.

A soft sigh drifted from inside the carriage amidst the starry sky.

With a gentle touch, countless starlight beams fell, and a Divine Will descended!

The Divine Will descended upon the altar, flames ignited, the wind blew, and the earth, stones, and distant rivers churned and were all lifted up together.

Earth, fire, wind, and water merged into one, carrying the Divine Will, and solidified into human form!

The Flesh Puppet bows and worships:

"Eight seats."

The void rift closed, Miss Mingyue, manipulating this temporary body, nodded slightly.

"No need for formalities, you may address me as..."

"Ancestor Qingfeng"

She was unwilling to reveal her real name, choosing instead to use her old friend's name. Then, with a flick of her hand, she left behind the signpost of the Great Teleportation Technique.

Back when she was at the Eight Sceneries Palace, she had already handed over the corresponding Dao markers to the other seats.

The road sign trembled.

A phantom image of Six-Armed Mahakala appeared, holding six [Divine Artifact] – this was the Divine Ability of the Fifth Seat.

"Sixth Seat, eight seats," the Buddha's disciple called out, manipulating the illusory image of Mahakala.

The beacon continued to tremble, and three Talismans exuding a powerful divine Spiritual Qi emerged, originating from the First Seat.

Then came an Immortal Shadow — the Ninth Seat.

Nearly a hundred Flesh Puppet, their faces now retracted beneath their skin, stared intently at the Immortal Shadow.

The Dream Dragon Slaying Method.

However, Yuan Feidao was unsure whether the person who came was Wei Busǐ —his elder brother, who also possessed the Dream Dragon Slaying Method.

Finally, what emerged was the method of the Fourth Seat: a gigantic Buddhist Vajra composed of 100,000 Soul Spirit intertwined together.

A faint halo hangs behind the head of the Buddhist Vajra.

"Compassion, compassion."

The Ten Thousand Soul Vajra chanted a Buddhist prayer, the beacon dimmed, All Seats met in reality for the first time, exchanging greetings.

They gazed at the enormous Whale-Penguin Ship.

"I know some divination techniques," the Immortal Shadow that Yuan Tiandao had transformed into said in a low voice. "I foresee that this journey is fraught with misfortune, and we may not be able to rescue the Seventh Seat at all."

The Miss Mingyue manipulated the sounds of earth and stone, and spoke softly:

"We should at least give it a try."

A roar came from afar.

The avatars and puppets of All Seats all looked towards the enormous Whale-Penguin Ship.

But then they saw the Whale-Penguin Ship, stretching for hundreds of miles, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, turning in the heavens, and then...

It took off towards some destination.

Where is it going?

The Vajra of Buddhist Rhyme, spoke in bewilderment.

No one answered; Flesh Puppet and the Immortal Shadow changed color simultaneously.

That's it.

The direction of Chang'an Town.

It's going to Chang'an Town.

"Follow it." The ear-piercing sound of stones scraping together rang out, Miss Mingyue whispered, "Go see where it's going."

"I'll try to break through the membrane of this dead behemoth."

The All Seats at the table exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts, but they all nodded and quietly followed the Whale-Penguin Ship.

Chang'an Town is visible in the distance.

On the Whale-Penguin Ship.

Yang Shexing stepped on Shen Baobao's face and gently ground his foot, cracking her skull and causing her to cry out in uncontrollable pain.

"Still unwilling to talk about it?"

Yang Shexing looked down at the woman.

Shen Baobao forced a smile:

"By the Heavenly Venerable One."

Yang Shexing snorted coldly and kicked Shen Baobao hard in the abdomen, the force of which reverberated throughout her body.

The latter's internal organs exploded, and he was kicked in half at the waist.

But she did not die, nor was she ever near death, even though the Body Furnace Fire was forcibly extinguished, preventing her from Regeneration from a Drop of Blood.

However, the life force of those at the Innate Great Realm is extremely abundant; unless they are pulverized into particles, they will remain.

Or their souls might be shattered; otherwise, death would be virtually impossible.

Yang Shexing crouched down, grabbed Shen Baobao, whose body was now only half its original size, and said calmly:

"You're unwilling to discuss the Gaotian Association, nor are you willing to name its members. I'll ask you one by one, how about that?"

He uttered one name after another.

"Zhao Wenting? Hu Zhongli? Li Guoquan?"

Shen Baobao remained expressionless.

"Chen Daoling? Lin Changle? Zhang Fusheng?"

Her expression remained completely calm; at her level, controlling her emotions was second nature.

Yang Shexing laughed:

"It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. I've already decided on two candidates. It's not advisable to approach Hu Zhongli for the time being. So, what about Zhang Fusheng?"

Shen Baobao scoffed:

"What does this have to do with Zhang Fusheng?"

Yang Shexing didn't take it seriously:

"The information says that you two know each other, so don't worry. I won't make things difficult for him, and I might even try to win him over—provided he's willing to cooperate."

If you don't want to

Yang Shexing smiled and shook his head:

"You can remain silent and not say anything, but can he? He's just a Great Grandmaster; he shouldn't have ignited his Spiritual Furnace Fire yet, right?"

"Searching for souls, that's easy."

Shen Baobao said in a low voice:

"He truly has nothing to do with the heavens."

Yang Shexing didn't care at all:

"Perhaps?"

As they were talking.

The Whale-Penguin Ship was already hovering outside an ordinary little town.

It blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun.

The moment we entered the town.

Inside the Whale-Penguin Ship, the lights suddenly went out.

Yang Shexing was taken aback.

At the same time.

All the technological creations installed on the carcass of this behemoth suddenly became ineffective.

A whale-like bird fell from the sky.

(One more chapter. I'll definitely finish all three chapters by 6 PM tomorrow. If I don't manage to do that, I'll add an extra chapter.)