The Throne of Yama, Chongyang Falls
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The entire Martial Arts Manor,
At this moment, everything seemed to have transformed into a small world.
The phantom image of Luofeng Divine Mountain appeared within it, but it did not attract the attention of anyone in Chang'an Town.
Even Cui Baihua, standing outside the door, merely looked at the lintel of the Martial Arts Manor with a puzzled expression.
"Strangeness."
She murmured to herself.
Meanwhile, inside the Martial Arts Manor.
The old woman's hands and feet went numb as she and Chen Shishan watched this horrifying scene unfold.
The Yellow Springs flowed gently, the sacred mountain soared into the clouds, and thousands of primordial vengeful spirits, created by their own hands, prostrated and knelt before others.
It was like a courteous welcome.
"What transaction?"
The old woman spoke in a dry voice, her expression flickering slightly, revealing a sense of horror.
Zhang Fusheng stood calmly, never intending to confront the old woman directly—she had enlightened over a hundred Cave Heaven.
This means that each of her Cave Heaven stretches for over a hundred kilometers, containing mountains and rivers.
Compared to his own eleven Cave Heaven, it was far more than ten times stronger.
The gap between the two sides is almost exponential.
He spoke calmly at this moment:
"Your Wu Family is a lineage that guards the imperial tombs, descended from Consort Wu —or perhaps, Empress Zetian —from countless years ago?"
The old woman's expression truly changed. Hundreds of Cave Heaven spun and collided behind her, stirring up a boundless power!
The power of heaven and earth erupted at this moment.
For the first time in many years, she revealed her true form, appearing younger, her hair disheveled, and her clothes filthy.
However, at the same time, Immortal Music began to play spontaneously, and the Divine Ability and characteristics of the Second Tribulation of Heavenly Human became even more apparent.
Its Body Radiance shone brightly, clear day and night, like the Heavenly Light of dawn breaking through a thick fog!
Who exactly are you?
An old woman—no, a peerless celestial being—pressed upon him at this moment, her celestial voice melodious, the Heavenly Light.
Zhang Fusheng remained standing still, quietly, with a vast black mist swirling behind him.
Chen Shishan suppressed his fear and looked up, where he could see shadowy figures within the black mist.
They resembled black-robed beings, and within the billowing black mist, an Ancient Bridge seemed to be faintly emerging!
The bridge behind me is called Naihe.
Zhang Fusheng said calmly.
As the words fell, the ancient bridge gradually became clearer. There was a stele on it, and in the stele was the word Naihe.
The female immortal was visibly shaken, and the hundreds of Cave Heaven behind her that had been churning and colliding suddenly calmed down.
She stared blankly at the Helplessness Bridge, which she had been searching for for countless years, and at the Yellow Springs River that stretched across it, when suddenly she realized something.
The female fairy spoke in a trembling voice:
"The souls within that bridge, are they..."
"That's right."
Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, a faint smile on his face:
"The sage of the Great Tang Dynasty has been retrieved from the Helplessness Bridge by me. He is the Heavenly Khan, the Emperor of the Heavens. But today, he addresses me as Brother Dao."
The female immortal's face turned pale, and even the Heavenly Light Immortal Music surrounding her dimmed at that moment.
She took a deep breath, and the hundred Cave Heaven suddenly vanished completely.
The female immortal spoke in a low voice:
What do you want?
She had clearly misunderstood something, but that was exactly what Zhang Fusheng wanted.
He then spoke indifferently:
"It's very simple. I want Cave Heaven spiritual cultivation you've accumulated in this life, I want your spiritual refinement, and I want the honing of all your techniques."
"If you hand it over, I promise to grant the Emperor Tang his freedom, allowing him to move freely and even permitting you to pay homage."
The female immortal pursed her lips, staring intently at the young man standing in the black mist before her, and finally understood:
"Are you a member of the Gaotian Association?"
"Yes."
The female fairy remained silent again.
After a long silence, she spoke in a low voice:
"I've heard that deals made within the Gaotian Association are inviolable, and that one's word must be kept?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm willing."
The female immortal sighed softly, and Chen Shishan, standing to the side, grew anxious:
"Master, you absolutely mustn't do this!"
Before she could finish speaking, the celestial Immortal Music around the female immortal suddenly became immense. Chen Shishan was immersed in the Immortal Music and was crushed by the rolling Mortal World, turning into dust.
"That's quite heartless."
A faint smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face. This woman was extremely loyal to the Emperor Tang.
Good.
Thinking of this, he made a gesture of respect, and chaotic mist appeared, coalescing into the shape of True Person.
"I have reached a deal with this Celestial Person, and I request that the True Person be my witness."
"Compassion, compassion!"
The True Person sighed, sketching light and shadow in his hand. The Contract Book trembled slightly, yet it didn't get hot—the female immortal was willing.
"The contract has been established."
Amidst the vast celestial sounds, the Heavenly Light emanating from the female immortal began to dissipate, as did the Immortal Music. Similarly, the decay of her hair and the filth on her clothes also vanished.
She was no longer breathtakingly beautiful; her millennia of cultivation were beginning to fade.
It is the wonder of the Dharma, the spirit and will, and all skills.
The fairy goddess is aging again and is turning into withered bones.
With the loss of cultivation, the 5,800-year lifespan belonging to Celestial Person naturally also disappeared.
She died of old age in an instant.
What remains is only a complete soul.
A complete and intact soul.
"May I see the Emperor now?" Wanhun asked in a low voice as he stood in the Hall of Yama.
"Nature."
Zhang Fusheng nodded, and the strange phenomena of the Yellow Springs, the Helplessness Bridge, and Luofeng Divine Mountain all dissipated, and the thousands of primordial vengeful ghosts sank back into the earth.
The mansion suddenly returned to normal, and the black fog receded.
In the Contract Book.
There lie 103 grotto -Cave Heaven, along with 4,600 years of spiritual cultivation and 4,600 years of technical practice.
They made a fortune.
Zhang Fusheng gently opened the gate of the mansion and glanced once more at the beautiful young woman waiting expectantly outside.
He glanced sideways and called out:
"Er Feng, come in!"
The Emperor Tang then entered the Martial Arts Manor, and the gates closed once more.
"You are... the Emperor?"
A complete and intact Soul Spirit asked a question in a trembling voice.
The Emperor Tang looked her over and said calmly:
"Are they descendants of Consort Wu?"
He had no feelings for Consort Wu; she was just an insignificant little fellow in the harem.
But after learning of the Wu Family's usurpation of the Tang throne, his indifference turned into disgust, and he even began to wonder if the Wu Family clan's survival was related to the Great Emperor Ziwei.
The soul bowed to him, but then suddenly rose up, floated to the Hall of Yama, and sat down on the Yama King's throne!
The government office suddenly became solemn and imposing, with rows of eerie candles being lit one after another.
Wu Family's wife's shout:
"Zhang Fusheng, why aren't you coming to pay your respects!"
The grim government office was suddenly filled with hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of souls—all of them beings who had died in the Martial Arts Manor over the years.
Above all the souls, clad in the robes of Underworld Officer and wielding soul-slaying clubs!
Zhang Fusheng was surprised:
"No wonder he was so willing to hand over everything; he had a backup plan all along?"
He looked around and saw that there were more than 10,000 souls here, perhaps even more than 100,000. This was the accumulation of the Wu Family lineage over thousands of years!
The 100,000 wandering souls Underworld Officer, within the 'Martial Arts Manor,' which possesses the power to contain Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed, or rather, the Hall of the Yama Heavenly Son, did not appear crowded.
These 100,000 ghostly Underworld Officer, uttering the words "killing might," struck the ground with their soul-slaying clubs, producing a resounding sound that could shake even the souls of Celestial Person and gods!
"Your Majesty, get out of the way!"
The spirit seated on the throne of Yama, the King of Hell, shouted loudly, and Zhang Fusheng was forcibly drawn into the Hall of the Yama Heavenly Son by an inexplicable binding force.
The hall was pitch black.
The air was damp and cold, carrying a strange smell of stale coffin boards mixed with the scent of incense sticks; it felt suffocating to breathe in.
Looking around, it was unclear, only the faint candlelight on both sides, and then suddenly the Heavenly Light brightened.
Ten thousand souls lined up on both sides, ghostly candles burned, and the killing clubs struck the ground, their killing power resounding endlessly, shaking his Soul Spirit so much that it almost left his body!
But his expression remained calm.
Zhang Fusheng laughed:
"I underestimated you, and I also underestimated the power of the Hall of the Yama Heavenly Son. If I'm not mistaken, the Yuan and Wei families also have similar trump cards and methods, don't they?"
"Otherwise, how could the Celestial Person beings alone guard the Thousand Mile Zhaoling?"
The robes and crown of the King of Hell, an illusory and unreal image, appeared on the body of Lady Wu Family.
He picked up a decree from his hand and threw it to the ground:
"Zhang Fusheng, you criminal, come to trial immediately!"
As the sound faded, black lightning flickered and died in the hall, giving rise to connotations of punishment, judgment, and life and death.
Zhang Fusheng laughed:
" In the Hall of the Yama Heavenly Son, can I be judged?"
"Presumptuous!"
The woman Wu Family, sat upright on the main seat. When she glared, she actually had a bit of the imposing presence of Yama, the King of Hell!
She raised the wooden stick high, and then!
His hand froze in mid-air.
The wooden stake could not be lowered no matter what.
Hall of the Yama Heavenly Son, Zhang Fusheng cannot be judged.
Or rather
The most ancient [ancestor of mankind] could not be examined.
The wooden pillar cracked, and Wu Family's soul nearly dissipated in the eerie wind.
She felt dizzy and disoriented. After calming herself down, she found herself lying prostrate in the main hall, surrounded by 100,000 ghosts. When she raised her head...
The young man named Zhang Fusheng was already sitting on the throne of Yama, the King of Hell.
The Taiyi Chapter, Palm Touching Karma.
Now that the woman has lost her cultivation, Zhang Fusheng can easily pinpoint the cause and effect of their mutual judgment and trial.
And switching them is also a piece of cake.
Thus, he went from being the one being judged to the one who judged, and the soul that was originally sitting upright became a prisoner below.
Ten thousand soul-slaying clubs struck the ground, ten thousand ghostly souls cried out—"Kill! Might!"
The woman's soul was shattered, but Zhang Fusheng simply reached out and stroked it, and the scattered Soul Spirit reunited.
She prostrated herself on the ground, before the palace, asking countless questions:
Who exactly are you?
Zhang Fusheng just chuckled lightly:
"Er Feng, what should we do with this member of your tomb-guarding lineage? Regardless of right or wrong, she is certainly loyal to you."
The Emperor Tang had unknowingly entered the Hall of Yama, and was not surprised by the solemn and imposing scene.
For him, and for his memory, it had been just over a month ago that he had visited the Hall of Yama.
But at that time, ten Yama Kings personally came to greet him, addressed him as their master, and performed the rites of worship.
The Emperor Tang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the soul that had willingly given up thousands of years of arduous cultivation for his sake.
He was calm:
"Acting without consulting your superiors is an act of usurpation."
"Considering your good heart and unwavering loyalty, you may be spared the death penalty. As for the specifics?"
Amidst the woman's bewildered gaze, the Emperor Tang bowed to Zhang Fusheng.
"Let Brother Fusheng make the decision."
On the throne of Yama, Zhang Fusheng picked up the cracked judgment wood, rubbed it, and then slammed it down.
"The Helplessness Bridge is short of a keeper, so you shall go and keep watch over the bridge for a million years, and then we shall discuss your merits and demerits."
The Soul Spirit of the woman Wu Family swayed and trembled, then disappeared into the black mist, falling into Zhang Fusheng's divine realm and onto the Helplessness Bridge.
Inside the Hall of Yama, the Emperor Tang was astonished:
"Brother Fusheng, this doesn't seem like you're punishing anyone. The one guarding the Bridge of Helplessness Bridge is [Meng Po]."
Zhang Fusheng calmly nodded, stroking the Yama King's throne, attempting to bring it into his divine realm—but he failed.
The Hall of Yama, this imposing government office, seems to be rooted here, impossible to move.
"That's strange."
He murmured, and then answered the Emperor Tang:
"In that woman, I saw a heavy weight of cause and effect. Just moments ago, sitting before this throne of Yama, the cause and effect that was previously unclear and untraceable became crystal clear."
"She is her, and also the reincarnation of your Consort Wu countless generations ago."
The Emperor Tang was taken aback, and heard the Brother Fusheng continue to murmur:
"From this perspective, it's hard to say whether Wei Busǐ truly dead. Could Yuan Tiandao and Yuan Feidao be the reincarnations of Yuan Tiangang and Yuan Shoucheng?"
In murmurs.
Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the area outside the government office.
Zhang Fusheng abruptly rose from his throne, his gaze sharpening as he listened intently.
It's the Double Ninth Festival.
The entire Chongyang World is swaying and shaking.
It.
They were completely separated from the Golden Province.
It crashed headlong into a vast, boundless expanse!