Six Paths of Reincarnation Prison (Another Chapter Later)

(Sigh, I'm late again. I have some things to do tomorrow, so I'll add an extra 3,000 words the day after tomorrow.)

"Multiple religions coexisting, establishing strongholds, Gaotian City?"

Ninth District, Mule Street.

The Divine Walker of the Mandala System sat upright, quietly listening to the report from those below.

He then raised his head and looked at the four senior monks sitting to the side.

"These things seem to have been proposed by Zhang Fusheng, who is a member of our Gaotian Association."

The old man spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Of course, I suspect that many of the high-ranking members of Chongyang are also members of our Gaotian Association."

After a moment's pause, the old man turned his gaze to the two monks on his left. One was dressed in white, and the other had six naked women wrapped around his body.

He spoke calmly:

"Both of you have had contact with Zhang Fusheng, haven't you?"

The great monk, clad in armor made of six female warriors, nodded.

"This person possesses a great terror."

He recounted once again the story of how he summoned Mahakala that day, resulting in Mahakala being injured and a divine war breaking out in Different Dimension.

The old man nodded thoughtfully, and after pondering for a long time, he said:

"This Zhang Fusheng is quite unusual. He must have his reasons for suddenly doing something so absurd."

He paused, then continued:

"We will personally attend the meeting three days from now. Which of you two would like to pay a visit to Zhang Fusheng?"

"I'll go."

The high monk stood up, and the six women coiled and swirled around him:

"I was going to apologize to him for what happened a month ago anyway, so this is a good opportunity to test him further."

After a moment's thought, he asked:

"Walking, I intend to give him my Six Heavenly Desire Maidens as a gesture of goodwill. What do you think?"

The Celestial Person Divine Walker the heavens, raised an eyebrow:

"If you're willing to part with it, then so be it. These Six Heavenly Desire Maidens are a gift from a revered god. You should think carefully. Once you lose them, it will be very difficult to obtain such a Human Treasure again."

"I've thought it through."

The senior monk solemnly spoke:

"This person is favored by the gods; a divine war even broke out for him. Moreover, he is shrouded in mystery. I have my doubts."

He paused, then spoke with utmost seriousness:

"I suspect that the prophesied Age of Great Strife has arrived, and he will be one of the chosen ones in this great era."

A slight silence fell over the hall.

For a long time.

The old man nodded gently and said:

"Since you've made up your mind, then go ahead and do it. Making friends with her using a 'Six Heavenly Desire Maidens' wouldn't be a bad deal."

"Yes, walking."

The senior monk nodded:

"There's a meeting in three days. Other sects don't know how terrifying Zhang Fusheng is, and they might cause trouble. Should we support him then?"

"Nature."

The old man smiled:

"Our greatest advantage is that I teach what he knows, while he teaches what he doesn't."

The senior monk bowed and took his leave.

"It seems Zhang Fusheng has gone to Chang'an Town. I'll go there now to pay him a visit."

"Yes, be extra careful."

The Celestial Person being reminded him:

"There's a big problem in Chang'an Town."

"I see."

Outside Chang'an Town.

The funeral is drawing to a close.

Zhang Wentao gently touched the tombstone, looking at his son's black-and-white portrait on it. He didn't shed a tear; he just stood there quietly.

Zhou Guifang, standing to the side, was already in tears.

The mourning procession had fallen silent; everyone watched the heartbroken couple in quiet contemplation.

A look of pity crossed Meng Xiaoshi's face. She had a strong sense of empathy and was one of the few Investigation Department the Federation willing to care for ordinary civilians.

At that moment, she stepped forward to comfort her, and even decided to use the 'special rights' that belonged to members of the Investigation Department.

Meng Xiaoshi had done this kind of thing many times before, and it never had any bad consequences, after all, they were just ordinary people.

Zhao Shanhe guessed her intention and did not stop her, but only kept a wary eye on the approaching Tianli Cult members in the distance.

"Auntie, Uncle."

Meng Xiaoshi lowered her voice and whispered:

"Perhaps I can let you see your son one last time. He has indeed gone to another world, and he is doing well now."

Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang subconsciously looked at her.

But then they saw that the little girl had already pricked her fingertip, and was moving her finger slightly, as if she were drawing a talisman.

"Please, the Six Great Prisons."

Meng Xiaoshi was communicating with the six major prisons of the Federation, specifically the one called [Human Realm Path].

Those imprisoned there were all the dead mortals.

She inquired about the deceased's name and birth date, attempting to communicate with Human Realm Path underworld, intending to let the deceased's soul enter the couple's dream in the dead of night.

But it failed.

Meng Xiaoshi was somewhat surprised:

"If they haven't found this person, does that mean he's not dead?"

Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang were confused, unable to understand what the girl was saying.

Meng Xiaoshi raised her eyebrows and pondered for a moment.

Using another ingenious method of tracking and tracing,

He communicated again with the six prisons under the jurisdiction of the Investigation Department, while silently reciting the name and birth date of the deceased young man, and a faint mist appeared before his eyes.

She saw a young man strolling through the wilderness, and a look of surprise appeared on her face:

"As I thought, Uncle and Aunt, your child didn't have it."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Meng Xiaoshi saw the young man walking on the desolate land suddenly raise his head.

I found myself staring directly into the distance.

Startled, she stumbled, her Technique Method broken in the shock, and she nearly fell to the ground, but Zhang Wentao caught her with quick reflexes.

Old Zhang asked urgently:

"Young lady, what did you say was wrong about my son?"

Meng Xiaoshi was stunned for a moment, thinking it was just a coincidence—after all, it was almost impossible to sense the locking and manifestation of the Six Great Prisons.

She shook her head and said softly:

"Uncle and Aunt, Zhang Fusheng is still alive, he hasn't died, and it seems he's walking this way."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe suddenly leaned closer and whispered:

"They're here!"

Meng Xiaoshi was startled and glanced over out of the corner of her eye. She saw that the cultists of the Heavenly Principle Sect had already approached the mourning procession and were searching the cemetery.

The two exchanged a glance, not too alarmed—their appearances had both been altered.

"Everyone, stand at attention!"

The leader of the Tianli Faction shouted, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, but he found nothing.

He frowned and glanced at the compass in his hand.

The compass showed that the two guys were indeed within a hundred miles of this area—but this hundred miles had been almost completely searched.

The important figures in the sect also personally searched for him in Chang'an Town.

"Where did they hide it?"

The steward muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the grave, his eyes flickering:

"Go, dig up that grave."

Some believers responded and stepped forward.

"What are you doing?!" Zhou Guifang exclaimed anxiously, trying to stop them, but Zhang Wentao grabbed her arm.

Old Zhang recognized them; they were probably cult members.

"Just looking for someone."

The steward bowed respectfully. Although the Tianli Faction revered Heaven and viewed all living beings as mere ants crawling on the earth, sucking its blood, they still held the heavens above all else.

Ultimately, the Tianli Faction also belongs to the Confucian Sect, emphasizing etiquette and upholding morality within certain limits.

Zhang Wentao pursed his lips, holding his wife's hand tightly, preventing her from going forward. He watched as his son's tombstone was dug up, and the coffin was unearthed and split open.

The steward stepped forward and gazed inside; the coffin was empty, containing only one or two pieces of clothing.

"A cenotaph."

He glanced at the photo on the tombstone again and paused slightly.

Why does it look so familiar?

The tomb of my beloved son, Zhang Fusheng. That name seems vaguely familiar.

My brain went blank, and I was momentarily stunned.

The leader of the Tianli Faction Sect suddenly remembered!

"Zhang Fusheng!!"

He was so shocked that he felt a chill run down his spine, staggered back a few steps, and stared at the couple as if they were monsters.

Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang were puzzled, and Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe exchanged glances, both sensing that something was wrong.

This 'deceased' who isn't actually dead seems unusual?

Meng Xiaoshi shuddered as she recalled that brief eye contact.

Then, seeing the leader of the Tianli Faction personally place the coffin and straighten the tombstone, he led his followers away as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is truly a ghost!" the steward muttered as he walked, a chill running down his spine, a very bad premonition creeping over him.

Zhang Fusheng!

That Chongyang Public Security Bureau Chief —the former Public Security Bureau Chief, a Great Grandmaster, and there are even rumors that he has already reached the Innate Great Realm!

This grave

He fled even faster.

The cemetery fell silent instantly, and the mourning procession looked at each other in bewilderment.

Old Zhang was the first to come to his senses, took a breath, and comforted his wife:

"It's alright now. Those were cult members. Judging from their behavior, they might be from the Tianli Faction. They should know Fusheng."

Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe exchanged a glance, question marks appearing on their foreheads.

Knowing the name of a cult is one thing, but being able to recognize the specific sect at a glance?

Watching the middle-aged man disperse the mourning procession, Meng Xiaoshi finally couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Uncle Zhang, what do you do? You seem to know a lot about cults?"

Zhang Wentao looked at the two young men who claimed to be Fusheng's friends, but whose words were full of holes.

He shook his head:

"I only once pursued cult members, nothing more."

After a moment, Zhang Wentao's eyes brightened slightly:

"Miss Meng, you just said that Fusheng is not dead?"

"He's not dead."

Meng Xiaoshi nodded affirmatively, her curiosity about the couple and the still-dead person growing even stronger.

She said succinctly:

"We are no ordinary people either. We used some special methods to find out that Fusheng is still alive and is on his way here. You two don't need to be sad anymore."

A look of surprise appeared on Zhou Guifang's face.

Meng Xiaoshi wanted to say something more, but Zhao Shanhe suddenly tugged at her sleeve:

"It's time to go."

She realized her mistake, bid farewell to the weeping couple, and turned to walk into the depths of the wilderness— Chang'an Town was no longer a place to return to.

Away from the cemetery, Meng Xiaoshi described what she had seen when she used the Secret Method and borrowed the power of the Six Great Prisons.

"I think it's a coincidence, but something just doesn't feel right. Who is this Zhang Fusheng?"

"We don't know, and it's none of our business," Zhao Shanhe said in a deep voice. "Of that couple, the middle-aged man should have worked for the Investigation Bureau."

"His son's 'legacy' was able to scare away the cultists of the Tianli Faction. I guess his son might also be a member of the Investigation Bureau, and not a low-ranking one at that, perhaps an action captain or a grandmaster."

Meng Xiaoshi understood and nodded:

"That's most likely true. From now on, we'll have to camp out in the wilderness. We can only hope that the Double Ninth Festival will soon arrive on the World Plateau."

She sighed softly, looking worried, and then she and Zhao Shanhe abruptly stopped.

Suddenly, faint black mist surged out from all directions.

Something's not right!

Zhao Shanhe's expression changed, and images of furnaces and even a Sea of Consciousness surging appeared behind his head—it was none other than a Great Grandmaster!

But soon,

The two then completely gave up resisting.

From the black mist emerged one skeleton after another, each with a furnace fire flickering behind its head.

There were even two skeletons carrying the Cave Heaven on their backs.

A chill ran down their spines, and sweat beaded on their backs. Then they saw skeletons approaching in the distance, carrying several heads in their hands.

Those are the heads of those followers of the Heavenly Principle Sect.

'Thud!'

Meng Xiaoshi swallowed hard, subconsciously touching the burning hot seal in her arms, and spoke in a trembling voice:

"Old Zhao, are our fortunes still going strong?"

Zhao Shanhe licked his dry lips, a bitter smile appearing on his face as he performed the divination.

"A very auspicious sign."

Meng Xiaoshi fell silent. How could this swirling black mist and these terrifying skeletons possibly have anything to do with Daji?

Her legs felt weak, but she could feel the seal in her arms getting hotter and hotter.

The grim skeletons suddenly stood on either side, making way for a path.

The two subconsciously looked up and saw two figures slowly emerging from the black mist, with skeletons of Grandmaster and Innate Realm experts lying prostrate on the ground.

"Yes, that was you just now."

Meng Xiaoshi saw a somewhat familiar, handsome young man emerge from the black mist, looking at her with interest:

"How did you manage to spy on me just now?"

Meng Xiaoshi was sweating profusely, her scalp tingling—that eye contact just now was no coincidence!!

The seal in his arms grew hotter and hotter.

Zhang Fusheng stroked his chin, scrutinized the young couple, and murmured in amazement:

"Just now, when I looked up, I seemed to see a phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe swallowed hard at the same time, inwardly cursing.

We've run into a big guy.