The Living Being on the Divine Chariot (13)

Dust and smoke rose from the ground.

The vast Chongyang World was already shattered; tens of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were torn apart and overturned.

Flames erupted throughout Chongyang City, and some distant mountain peaks were still collapsing, stirring up billowing smoke and dust.

The whale lay motionless on the ground.

And in the sky.

The divine chariot was like the sun, and a blurry yet majestic figure stood on it, holding a celestial bow, just like a true immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Who is he?"

Some people have raised questions.

It was Hu Zhongli and the various sects' innate beings gazing into the distance from Chongyang City, and the All Seats on the ground that were barely able to maintain their footing.

There were also two or three Celestial Person in Chang'an Town, as well as the ordinary people—

Zhang Wentao's throat bobbed, he swallowed hard, turned his head, and answered his wife softly:

"It's a god."

Zhou Guifang then clasped her hands together in prayer towards the dazzling deity in the sky.

She was praying.

"Gods above, please protect my son and keep him safe and sound."

The middle-aged woman was clearly flustered. She prayed while frantically looking around for Zhang Fusheng.

But all she saw was billowing smoke and dust, and crowds of people running and screaming.

At this very moment.

The Celestial Person being on the divine chariot stretched, then with a wave of his hand, caused the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy to surge violently within a three-hundred-mile radius.

Accompanied by Immortal Music of a golden boy striking a gong and a jade maiden singing, a massive hand of primordial energy, spanning three hundred miles, descended from the clouds and lunged at the limp whale-like roc on the ground.

"Stop."

Within the celestial vortex, inside the massive Teleportation Array, came the rebuke of a deity:

"Yang Shexing can be killed, but Jingpeng cannot be lost. If you take Jingpeng, it signifies a divine war."

The indifferent voice carried an indescribable air of authority.

"Go ask the so-called Central Extreme Cult Master behind you if he is willing to go to war with me."

People looked toward the whirlpool.

A colossal figure, seemingly endless in size, could be vaguely seen among them, carrying a celestial blade on its back, as it strode forward.

The enormous vortex, which covered half the sky, swayed precariously under the weight of that figure, emitting a cracking sound as it struggled to break.

People looked again at the figure standing on the chariot.

The Immortal Shadow indeed stopped reaching for the enormous beast skeleton—was it stopped by the approaching deity?

When this thought crossed people's minds, they all felt it was perfectly reasonable.

That is an Orthodox God, and he is about to come and descend!

However.

The divine chariot turned toward the enormous vortex, and then...

The Immortal Shadow drew its bow and arrow toward the celestial deities.

The world suddenly fell silent.

"Presumptuous!!"

The gods roared in fury, their hissing cries echoing from the vortex, tearing apart and evaporating swathes of the earth!

Immortal Shadow simply smiled.

The thought shifted to the Dragon Slaying Platform, transforming it into the Dragon Slaying Heavenly Blade, and then into arrows.

Please, the killing intent of the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book.

Please, the forest mist of the Helplessness Bridge.

Leveraging the power of the Great Tang Sage, the Heavenly Khan, the Green Emperor— Li Shimin.

On the Helplessness Bridge, the Emperor Tang responded, placed his hand on Zhang Fusheng, who was sitting cross-legged and smiling, and raised his sword.

Then, at this very moment.

On the torn earth, it was as if the divine chariot of the great sun was in motion.

The bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and then—'Snap!'

Arrows shot out from under the bow.

This time, the heavens and earth did not lose their color, but rather a river, a long river formed by rolling purple qi!

In Chang'an Town, Li Yiyi's eyes suddenly widened—this long river of purple qi resembled the purple purple qi that lingered over the Jiuzong Mountain Range.

The purple river of purple qi, carrying the divine arrow, pierced into the massive vortex with a whoosh.

The gods were enraged and roared, "Stop!"

Then all things that turn toward Him come to His presence and stop.

Apart from that arrow, and the rolling river of purple qi.

All of the gods' means of interception failed at this moment. The Golden Governor in the bamboo forest suddenly stood up.

'When!!'

A crisp sound.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the arrow, shrouded in purple qi, pierced the brow of the majestic deity, with most of the arrow embedded within.

Divine blood flowed down, swirling through the vortex and crashing onto the shattered earth, creating a tremendous roar.

Quiet.

The world was silent at that moment.

Even the god who was originally furious in the vortex became cold and indifferent.

For a long, long time.

The deity spoke coldly:

Are you declaring war on me on behalf of your master?

His enormous face had already begun to try to squeeze out of the vortex.

The vortex was vibrating, swaying, and tearing.

The face, stretching for over ten miles, pressed down on the sky, watching the rolling Mortal World and the tiny Immortal Shadow on the divine chariot.

Zhang Fusheng raised his head.

He gazed solemnly at the enormous face that was constantly pressing inward.

"Execute the punishment."

Punishment?

People were bewildered.

Right now.

The enormous face that had been pressing down on the sky suddenly roared.

Countless eyes turned towards that deity.

Did you see the divine being dissociating?

Yes, dissociation.

Or rather, 'collapse'.

His face, his body, seemed to be crumbling bit by bit under the erosion of some unspeakable force.

The True God was wailing as large chunks of divine flesh and blood, disintegrating, collapsing, and falling away, plummeted down the vortex.

'Boom!!'

Smoke and dust surged in all directions, and a vast amount of divine flesh and blood radiated a dazzling light, both splendid and surging.

"What kind of method is that?"

In the bamboo forest, Su Qiansuan's face showed astonishment. He himself was a deity, and he could see things very clearly at this moment.

The deity attempting to descend seemed to be being washed away by something infinitely vast.

It was simply that the divine body could not withstand such infinite things; even the most basic substances of the physical body were disintegrating at this moment!

Beside her, Ruan Yutu was equally astonished:

"Is that your godfather?"

"Yes." Su Qiansuan nodded in surprise.

Meanwhile, a vortex.

The god, screaming in agony, retreated until he pulled the arrow out of his brow. Only then did he manage to break free from that state of collapse, drenched in sweat.

He was horrified; his gaze pierced through the vortex, looking down at the mysterious creature on the chariot, and he was truly terrified.

Just now, He seemed to see an endless torrent of things surging forth from the arrow embedded in His forehead.

His body simply couldn't handle that endless flow of information; even his divine will nearly collapsed!

Under the gaze of countless terrified eyes,

Zhang Fusheng rode the divine chariot forward, ever forward, until he approached the edge of the whirlpool.

He knew he didn't have the ability to destroy the vortex, but...

"Come out."

The celestial bow was drawn back to its full extent, pointed at the deity within the vortex:

"I await your arrival."

The Dragon Slaying Heavenly Blade transformed into arrows again, and a rolling river of purple qi emerged once more. The deity was frozen in the vortex, unable to advance or retreat.

He was truly terrified by the terrifying methods he had just witnessed—an endless, unimaginable flow of information.

If we delay any longer, my true spirit might be destroyed!

In silence,

Countless people witnessed this extraordinary sight.

A mysterious, indistinct being, surrounded by Immortal Music and riding a divine chariot, stood before the enormous vortex like a gatekeeper.

But even the gods stopped in their tracks!

Time passed second by second, and the deity was long ago ready to descend, but remained silent, standing quietly in the vortex.

The creatures on the chariot sneered:

"After the era of immortals and Buddhas was lost, even minor True Person and Arhats dared to boast to the Central Extreme Cult Master about a divine war."

He shook his head, and with a thought, ten enormous Cave Heaven appeared behind him, with a majestic being sitting cross-legged on each of the nine Cave Heaven!

The Cave Heaven rotates, and sleeves flutter.

Zhang Fusheng reached down, and the ten Cave Heaven roared, revealing a gigantic hand, composed entirely of primordial energy and spanning hundreds of miles.

Right in front of that deity, he seized the Whale-Penguin Ship and lifted it up piece by piece.

Then came the rising Sea of Consciousness.

"A Kunpeng with mottled bloodlines."

The mysterious creature on the chariot exclaimed in praise:

"It's a decent offering."

In front of countless people, and under the watchful eyes of more than two deities, his Mental Intent surged, manifesting a hundred-mile-long illusory altar, and then he refined the false into the real.

The altar collapsed to the ground, and the whale-like bird landed on it.

The beings on the chariot were praying loudly.

"The Great Emperor of the Underworld on Mount Luofeng, the true master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation"

"The Supreme Master of the Central Pole, the Heavenly Venerable Who Redeems Sins!"

As he sang, the Hundred-Mile Altar began to glow, a misty fog appeared, and then a bridge appeared—a weathered Ancient Bridge!

An Emperor Tang and a Celestial Person in their sleep accidentally fell into the Yellow Springs River.

Wei Busǐ in Chang'an Town stared wide-eyed, clearly recognizing the Ancient Bridge and immediately understanding who the mysterious creature on the divine chariot was!

Zhang Fusheng.

No wonder he could Dream Dragon Slaying Method —he clearly taught it himself!

"One arrow pierced through the Giant Whale-Peng, pinning down a primordial being; another arrow nearly shot down a deity."

He murmured to himself as he watched the 'historian' responsible for recording all the major and minor events in Chang'an Town diligently writing down line after line of characters.

Wei Busǐ leaned forward to take a look and saw lines of text in the 'Historian' register.

On this day, divine flesh and blood rained down, and the divine chariot shone like the sun. The Immortal Shadow on it blocked the gates of heaven, saying—"Halt!"

'And so, the colossus that had crossed over from another realm dared not transgress any further.'

Wei Busǐ rolled his eyes, then suddenly fell silent.

That seems to make sense.

He was somewhat lost in thought, gazing at the figure standing silently on the divine chariot in the sky.

Suddenly, he let out a sigh.

The distant altar, stretching for miles, emitted a dazzling light.

The deities, Lord Su, and All Seats gazed into the distance together.

A magnificent imperial palace could be seen floating in the light emanating from the altar.

The gates of the imperial palace were flung open with a loud crash.

A majestic figure sat there—He simply sat there quietly.

This was seen by everyone, including Su Qiansuan and that deity.

That figure was already infinitely majestic and boundless.

Occupy all the perspectives in the eye

No matter where you look, all you can see is that majestic Imperial Shadow; there is nothing else.

"This is definitely not a Venerable One or a Great Power!"

Su Qiansuan so shocked that he slammed his hand on the table and stood up. Just staring at that [Central Extreme Cult Master] made his Soul Spirit tremble!

"Is he a Bodhisattva, Heavenly Lord, or something even stronger?"

He was initially surprised, but then delighted, because in a sense, this was his partner—although at present he seemed far inferior to him.

In a moment of absentmindedness.

The enormous whale-like creature had slowly disappeared from the altar, heading towards the magnificent imperial palace.

In silence.

The Imperial Shadow glanced indifferently at the vortex, then at the deity within it.

The latter was trembling with rage and turned to flee without hesitation.

Ordinary people, and even those of innate talent or Celestial Person, look at the Imperial Shadow as if they were frogs at the bottom of a well peering at the sun and the moon.

But the beings at the divine level have already jumped out of that well, and when they look at Him again,

It's like a tiny ant gazing up at the blue sky.

That's why we're even more afraid and terrified.

God simply escaped.

The light and shadow on the altar vanished at that moment, and the altar collapsed and shattered.

Then.

The mysterious creature on the palanquin lowered its head, glanced around, and landed on the All Seats, offering a friendly greeting.

He then departed in his divine chariot.

The sun, having traveled far away, disappeared into the deep darkness and vanished completely.

The world was silent.

Only the enormous vortex continued to spin, spin, until it dissipated.

Before they dispersed,

Two figures emerged from within.

It was not the same deity who had fled in terror.

A man and a woman appeared; the man, clad in armor, gazed into the darkness where the divine chariot had vanished, before ascending to heaven and departing.

The latter figure was blurry and indistinct, seemingly dressed in Rainbow Skirt. After appearing briefly, it vanished without a trace, its whereabouts unknown.

"So... what about the Seventh Seat?" the Buddha's disciple suddenly asked, manipulating the illusory image of Mahakala.

The All Seats looked at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems that they went to that magnificent imperial palace with Jingpeng?"

All those All Seats were speechless.

Bamboo forest.

Ruan Yutu rubbed her temples:

"Master, some deities have arrived. One is the nameless golden-armored figure from the capital, and the other has concealed his form, his origin unknown."

Su Qiansuan squinted and nodded:

"It's alright. After Brother Zhang's grand performance today, didn't you see that even the gods who came didn't dare to cause any other trouble?"

"But it's still a hidden danger." Ruan Yutu frowned. "The nameless golden armor is one thing, as its cultivation level is similar to yours, but the other female deity has concealed her appearance and aura."

Su Qiansuan's gaze was profound:

"The Federation is fully aware of our desire for independence; it can't be hidden. These are things we'll have to face sooner or later; there's no escaping them."

Ruan Yutu nodded silently and poured her master a cup of piping hot tea.

"That Chang'an Town is also strange; at least one Celestial Person being lives in seclusion there."

"More than one."

Su Qiansuan narrowed his eyes:

"Moreover, there seems to be some rule established by a powerful figure in the town, as the Whale-Penguin Ship crashed immediately upon entering it."

"The strangest thing is that I had never noticed this strange town before, as if I had subconsciously ignored it."

He exhaled, his gaze deep:

"That's all. I can also see through divination that the heavens are in turmoil, and that they are pointing madly towards that small town."

"Heaven has told me that there will be fortuitous opportunity there, an immense fortuitous opportunity."

Ruan Yutu was stunned:

"Then why don't you go and take over Chang'an Town?"

Su Qiansuan shook his head:

"The upheaval in the heavenly secrets is not limited to the Golden Province; deities and Celestial Person in other provinces who have studied the art of divination can also sense it."

"That place will become a hotbed of controversy, what would I do there now?"

Ruan Yutu frowned:

"The Teleportation Array is dissipating, so logically no deities should be coming. Since this fortuitous opportunity is in our Golden Province, why not seize it?"

Su Qiansuan glanced at his disciple and sighed:

"That makes sense, but there's a crucial problem."

"Chongyang seems to be 'stripped' away from the Golden Province."

Ruan Yutu was startled.

Su Qiansuan said quietly:

"And what I'm even more curious about is..."

"Where did Brother Zhang go in his divine chariot?"