The Human Progenitor's Status, Anchoring Buzhou (13)

(There will be one more chapter before 7:30 and one before 10:00)

He was once gazed upon by Taiqing and Zhen Yuanzi, and was also received with courtesy by the true Ancient Qing Emperor.

Zhang Fusheng thought he was used to it.

But the Ancient God before them was different from the ones before.

She... she is Nuwa.

Zhang Fusheng felt as if he had returned to his swaddling clothes, as if he had seen his mother for the first time when he was a newborn.

No, this intense sense of filial piety is even stronger.

"Good."

He heard the person in the painting sigh softly, and saw Nuwa lower the vine.

A radiant glow flowed across the body of this peerless beauty, like moonlight from a cloudless sky falling upon newly formed jade.

Wa's serpentine body meandered, her eyes gentle and filled with all the world's compassion. She no longer used vines to whip mud and enlighten people.

Instead, he picked up the clay with his own hands and gently and delicately sculpted it, gradually shaping it into a clay figure.

Zhang Fusheng saw that the clay figure was exactly his own image.

My heart is pounding.

She was satisfied, and as she nodded, a strange vision of winding mountains and flowing nebulae suddenly flickered in her gentle eyes.

The gaze travels through the painting, looking at Zhang Fusheng from countless years ago at this moment.

They were looking at each other.

She seemed to see through everything about Zhang Fusheng, and her voice once again echoed from the beginning of time, causing ripples to rise on the water.

"Remember, always be yourself."

Nuwa held up a clay figure that looked exactly like Zhang Fusheng in one hand, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Never forget your true self, never lose yourself. You are first and foremost yourself, and then..."

"Only then can one bear the name of Taiqing, and become the Zhongji and the World Honored One."

Zhang Fusheng was suddenly jolted awake by the gentle voice.

Yes.

It will only take a few months.

He wavered between multiple identities: Taiqing, Zhong Shan, World Honored One, Central Extreme Cult Master...

It is foreseeable that in the future, one's many mythical incarnations will become increasingly real.

The divinity deep within the true spirit will also become increasingly profound and vast.

By then,

Can I still hold onto this insignificant, merely human self—this name and true nature of [Zhang Fusheng]?

He thought of the Emperor Tang and was determined to sever his karmic ties with the [Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole].

He was determined to be the ordinary Li Shimin, rather than the ancient Northern Heavenly Emperor and Lord of the Stars.

"I am myself first."

Zhang Fusheng murmured.

Nuwa nodded in the painting:

"That is exactly right."

"I will bury you here. If you reach the edge of the lost world, come to Buzhou Heavenly Pillar and dig yourself out."

Zhang Fusheng saw that the anchored scroll, which should have been limited to only a corner of the ruins, suddenly stretched out and included the entire Buzhou Heavenly Pillar in the scroll!

He was shocked.

Buzhou Heavenly Pillar, Buzhou Mountain, does not look like a mountain from a distance.

Zhang Fusheng stared intently.

It's more like a Mysterious Yellow Waterfall that rises against the current from the earth and rushes towards the sky!

It is the fulcrum, it is the pillar supporting the sky.

It is an immortal mountain of profound yellow and black, and also a Golden Long River that reaches the heavens.

Then.

He saw that Nuwa gently tore open the Sky-Supporting Divine Mountain and the Mysterious Yellow Waterfall.

Then he placed the clay figure, which was exactly the same as himself, inside.

The mountain and waterfall merged again, the painting zoomed in once more into a fragmented scene, and then froze in place.

Zhang Fusheng also stood motionless.

He sensed that another mysterious and profound status was bestowed upon him.

No, it's not about being given a form; it's more like the return of one's original self.

This belongs to the first batch of human beings created by 'Wa' herself.

It is far inferior to the infinite height of the Taiqing Futon, and inferior to the Master of Nine Nether of the Central Extreme Cult Master.

But it is incredibly pure, and truly belongs to itself.

This is a gift from Nuwa.

She wants me to be myself.

"No, it's about not forgetting yourself, it's about remembering that I am Zhang Fusheng, and I am Zhang Fusheng first and foremost."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, his expression becoming complex as he sensed the profound power he possessed, a power akin to that of the [Ancestor of Humanity].

He reached out and gently touched the painting.

Anchoring successful.

Why did it succeed?

Hearing the violent roar coming from the divine realm, Zhang Fusheng's face showed confusion and bewilderment.

Buzhou Heavenly Pillar collapse and break countless years ago?

Can.

Zhang Fusheng stood up from the prayer mat, walked to the gate of the Dao Palace, and stood on the white jade steps.

He gazed upon his divine realm and saw it undergoing a tremendous transformation.

Majestic mountains, like Mysterious Yellow Waterfall, rise up straight from the very center of the earth!

'Boom!'

The Dao Palace, which cannot be 'reached' and is beyond the limits of thought, was touched by the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar.

The Dao Palace was no longer floating in the sky; this time, it had a support and landed on the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Zhang Fusheng descended the white jade steps and stepped onto the Xuanhuang earth atop Buzhou Mountain —which could indeed be called earth.

It was so vast, truly boundless, that the appearance of Buzhou caused Zhang Fusheng's divine realm to expand countless times!

Because the mere area around the summit of Buzhou Mountain is comparable to the size of his previous divine realm.

"The pillar supporting the heavens, the Xuanhuang Mountain."

He crouched down, gently stroking the Xuanhuang earth, attempting to use his Touch the Void — Zhang Fusheng was very curious; since Buzhou was destroyed, where did this Xuanhuang Heaven -Sky-Supporting Divine Mountain, which had been anchored there, come from?

Touch the Void, where and from what do you encounter?

The palm landed on the mountaintop.

The texture was unique and indescribable, like touching the hardest metal, or like touching a seemingly intangible, mysterious mist.

Zhang Fusheng tried to imbue his thoughts into the mountainside—but failed.

He tried various methods, including causal perception and spiritual support, but none of them worked.

It seems that this mountain is simply expanding its divine realm to be more expansive.

Apart from that, it doesn't have the unique uses of places like the Eight Sceneries Palace and the Five Villages Temple.

It should be noted that even the Dragon Slaying Platform can transform his divine thoughts into the Dragon Slaying Heavenly Blade with a mere thought!

It seems that being careless is not acceptable—or rather, it's that I haven't noticed it myself.

But.

Zhang Fusheng noticed something different.

"When I Touch the Void, when I touch what is truly inadequate, I feel a sense of disorientation?"

"No, it's a sense of antiquity."

He closed his eyes, placed his hands on the dark yellow earth atop Buzhou Mountain, and quietly sensed it.

That's right.

That sense of 'antiquity' was extremely strong, and there was also a feeling of causality being confused, like...

"It's as if my hands have touched something from eternity ago."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, then suddenly realized.

"Since it can be successfully anchored even in the Other Shore Flower ten thousand years in the future."

"How can the Buzhou Mountains, which existed in the ancient times and had not yet been destroyed, not be anchored?"

He fell into deep thought, something he had never considered before, but now the thought filled him with dread.

From this perspective, the "anchoring" of the divine realm is almost a Great Divine Ability!

Things existing at the same temporal level—such as a scene in Different Dimension in the present moment—can be anchored directly regardless of space.

Scenes at different time levels can be anchored regardless of time differences!

The future of the Nine Netherworlds, the past of Buzhou.

The former is alright, as it's only ten thousand years different from today, but...?

From the time Buzhou stood for centuries to the present day, the time difference is probably too great to be counted in years.

"When I stand amidst the Other Shore Flower, I can communicate with beings of the future and obtain crucial information about the present."

"Then, when I stand atop Buzhou Mountain and touch the past..."

Zhang Fusheng lost his speech.

He caressed the vast, yellow earth, and at that moment, he had only one thought, one idea.

He wanted to carve a sentence on it.

'Zhang Fusheng was here'.

Who could refuse to leave their name on the pillar that supports the heavens?

No matter how hard Zhang Fusheng tried, he couldn't leave even the slightest scratch on the Xuanhuang land.

The solidity of this truly Ancient God was something I couldn't possibly shake.

That's correct.

If even a Celestial Person can leave a mark on Buzhou, wouldn't any powerful deity or Buddha be able to topple Buzhou Heavenly Pillar?

But throughout history, only Gonggong has ever been one.

"On a material level, it's difficult to leave a trace, but what about on a spiritual level?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, took a deep breath, and his divine sense condensed into a boundless ocean, which then circulated within the Heaven and Earth Tablet in the Five Villages Temple.

In this way, divine thoughts are transformed into [Immortal Thought], which, as long as they are not destroyed by external forces, can endure through the ages without decaying or fading.

"In some myths, Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar of heaven to break and the earth's axis to collapse. The broken part of the pillar of heaven was then refined by Primordial Heavenly Venerate into a Heaven-Turning Seal."

With a thought, Zhang Fusheng instantly teleported to the foot of the mountain.

Looking up, the mountains seem endless, like Mysterious Yellow Waterfall flowing upstream without end.

He stood at the foot of the mountain, talking to himself, pondering:

"The broken mountain was refined into treasures, but what about the remaining part? Was it also removed, or did it remain on the earth as a ruin?"

Zhang Fusheng didn't know.

So, at the foot of the mountain, he used the Touch the Void and, with the aid of his Immortal Thought, left a line of words on the mountainside.

Zhang Fusheng visited this place.

As the finger moved away, the power of Touch the Void dissipated, but the Immortal Thought remained on a piece of dark yellow rock at the foot of the mountain, insignificant yet undeniably real.

Will you survive to this day?

Zhang Fusheng murmured, not holding out much hope—he was merely guessing that the lower half of the mountainside had remained.

But is it also possible that it was taken by some Great Divine Ability User?

But.

What if?

Zhang Fusheng wondered, if this section of Buzhou Mountain had truly survived, where would it be right now?

Have no idea.

"Nuwa"

He murmured this revered name, recalling Nuwa's admonition, and suddenly became lost in thought.

"No matter who you become, you must first be yourself."

"I started with myself."

Zhang Fusheng let out a soft breath, and his thoughts slowly withdrew from the divine realm.

Capital.

Source Origin Research Institute, Headquarters.

The Old Dean coughed and looked at the student beside him, Jiang Feinao, the girl with the best scientific research talent in the main institute.

Are you still researching the Time Particle oscillations of the Golden Province?

"Yes, teacher."

Jiang Feinao responded without looking up, simultaneously operating two fingers on two screens.

While keeping a close eye on the Time Particle fluctuations in the Golden Province, she also observed various data from her Mother Star.

Jiang Feinao asked casually:

"Teacher, has there been any new progress in the research report on our Mother Star?"

The Old Dean nodded slightly:

"We've made some progress, but why are you so concerned about this? A person's energy is limited; if you try to study too many things at once, you're likely to become an expert in nothing."

Jiang Feinao smiled:

"That researcher named Cui Qingyi can multitask, so why can't I?"

The old man said calmly:

She is dead.

"Huh??" The girl looked up in surprise, her face filled with astonishment.

The Old Dean spoke calmly:

"She died a little over a month ago. An autopsy was performed, and it turned out to be a clone. I've had people investigate, and that girl's talent is indeed no less than yours."

"She is very audacious. She cloned at least hundreds of bodies at the same time, spreading them all over the Mother Star. Her original body is somewhere, multitasking hundreds or even thousands of times, simultaneously controlling all these bodies. However..."

The Old Dean sighed softly:

"All of her clones that have been traced so far are dead, and all died at the same time. If I'm not mistaken, it's likely that her original body encountered an accident."

Jiang Feinao opened her mouth, but remained speechless for a long time.

The electronic screen next to me suddenly vibrated.

She opened it to view, and said dejectedly:

"It's a message from the Probe Team; they've reached the foundations of the Mother Star again, but it's estimated they won't find anything this time either."

After a short while,

Jiang Feinao tapped the screen, projecting the real-time video feed from the Probe Team.

She temporarily set aside the matter of Cui Qingyi, sighed softly, and then said:

"There are just too many unsolved mysteries in this world: Different Dimension, alien beasts, and our Mother Star."

A look of confusion appeared on Jiang Feinao's face:

"I really don't understand how our Mother Star exists as a 'continent' and floats stably in space?"

The Old Dean said calmly:

"The true core of the Mother Star is the Root Layer, which is incredibly solid and supports the Core Layer and surface layers."

"Furthermore, according to some recent research results, the history of the Root Layer is incredibly ancient, and there is even data proving that the 'age' of the Root Layer is much older than the universe."

Jiang Feinao seemed to be deep in thought, and opened the more basic 3D model of the Mother Star.

The image shows a huge, upright cylinder that resembles a mountain rock, yet also presents another form.

It resembles half of Mysterious Yellow Waterfall.

(Yes, it's late again. It took me three hours to get a service card at the business hall. I'll have to finish the 3,000 words from yesterday tomorrow, and I'll have to finish today's over the weekend.)