Great Leiyin Temple

"Snake! Snake! Snake!"

The boy, thrown to the ground by the horse, cried out in alarm.

Beside them, another young man, holding the reins with one hand, easily subdued the frenzied horse.

He looked out and saw a huge, snow-white snake burst out of the ground, stretching for hundreds of meters. Its mere rolling caused the earth to crack and the surrounding area to tremble!

"Brother Liu Bang, you should retreat first!"

The young man murmured, his gaze catching sight of two people to his side: a beautiful young woman leading a dark-colored ox.

A porcelain doll, about four or five years old, was riding on the ox's back.

He raised his voice again:

"Those two, get out, get out, get out!"

With three shouts of "Go!", the young man dismounted from his horse, rolled up his sleeves, and faced the hundred-foot-long white snake head-on!

The snake hissed, sounding like Dragon's Roar, and the surrounding dust churned and rolled.

"My godfather is an extremely rare Unicorn White Snake. Although he is a level 1 star beast, his flesh and blood are no less valuable than those of level 3 or even level 4 star beasts."

Ruan Yutu whispered:

"Moreover, this Unicorn White Snake seems to be extraordinary; it appears to have two horns on its head, and its hiss is not just a simple snake's cry."

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless.

"Walk."

"Yes, Godfather."

Although it was a pity to lose this extremely rare star beast, Ruan Yutu did not hesitate for a moment. She took the black ox and turned to leave.

Zhang Fusheng looked back and could still see the boy who had fallen to the ground get up and scramble away.

As he ran, he turned back and shouted:

"Brother Xiang Yu, hold on! Hold on! I'm going to the village to get help!"

Amidst shouting,

The young man named Xiang Yu was already wrestling with the white snake, pressing down on its huge head with both hands, and actually pressing the snake into the mud!

Ruan Yutu stared wide-eyed:

"This young man is clearly just a mortal, at most a martial artist. He hasn't even explored the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera. Where does he get such Dali?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow; he could sense that the giant serpent was definitely not just a level 1 star beast.

They are probably equivalent to beings at the innate level, and the strength of their physical bodies may even rival that of Celestial Person!

But even so, he was forcefully subdued by a martial artist.

"His strength could uproot mountains, his spirit could cover the world."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, his gaze sharp:

"Hurry up."

"Yes, Godfather."

Ruan Yutu was puzzled, but dared not delay, and led the equally terrified Mo Niu away at a fast pace.

In just a few breaths, they had already covered ten miles.

Looking back, smoke and dust billowed into the sky behind them, and they could hear sounds like the roar of Dragon's Roar. They could see the tiny young man grabbing a hundred-foot-long snake and swinging it back and forth.

A major earthquake occurred.

Keep going.

Having traveled a hundred miles, Dragon's Roar's roar suddenly resounded behind him. Zhang Fusheng turned around and could see a white snake enraged amidst the smoke and dust, with Cave Heaven rising and falling.

It clearly used Divine Ability; a white streak of light pierced the sky, then swallowed the powerful young man whole, before gulping down on Liu Bang, who hadn't yet escaped far!

Everything fell silent.

Satisfied after consuming the two, the large white snake burrowed back underground.

Is it over?

Zhang Fusheng, with his profound understanding of cause and effect, glimpsed that the karma of those two men, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu, had already faded.

This represents death.

They are indeed dead.

Is this how it ends?

Zhang Fusheng found it somewhat unbelievable that these two people, who were clearly connected to two Old World Gods and Buddhas, were obviously little guys who were the gods and Buddhas' backup plan.

It's gone just like that?

Isn't this a bit too hasty?

"Let's change course, go to Yingtian City, buy a map, and then leave," he said calmly, his voice clear and crisp.

"Yes."

Ruan Yutu readily agreed, and although she was filled with doubts, she remained silent and didn't ask a single question.

Even the black ox kept its mouth shut.

After the incident involving the Dao De Jing a few days ago, the red ox became completely obedient—it wasn't stupid; it sensed that the little creature on its back was probably not a little creature at all.

The Way spreads throughout the world.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Yingtian City is in sight.

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the city, which was clearly under martial law; numerous spaceships circled overhead.

Two enormous Whale-Penguin Ship can even be seen.

He seemed to be deep in thought:

"Yingtian City did not rebel along with Yingtian Province?"

"That's right."

Ruan Yutu clearly had an excellent understanding of the current situation in the Federation, and said briefly at this moment:

"Yingtian City is the only route from Yingtian Province to the World Plateau."

"The Federation has heavily fortified this area, effectively trapping the rebel army in Yingtian Province."

As they spoke, they entered the bustling city, which was under heavy martial law.

The Whale-Penguin Ship in the sky emitted a sound that resembled both a whale and a roc.

Glancing at the soldiers everywhere on the road, Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue in amazement. The weakest of these soldiers was at least at the level of the Twelve Refinements of the martial arts!

If someone with the Twelve Refinements were placed in Chongyang's military headquarters, they would at least be considered an officer.

But here, he was just an ordinary soldier.

The patrol team included many Martial Arts Masters, with the leader's aura approaching that of a grandmaster.

"These are the Federation's most elite troops," Ruan Yutu said softly.

As they walked through the long street, the patrol only glanced at them twice, without approaching to question them.

Ruan Yutu had clearly roamed the World Plateau, leading his cattle and easily arriving at the city center.

"A complete map of the World Plateau is extremely valuable anywhere."

Ruan Yutu said softly:

"Because it is surrounded by a special fog all year round, only maps with divine markings can guide the way."

"These maps are worth tens of thousands of souls each, and they can't be bought just anywhere."

As they spoke,

She led the cow to a building that looked antique.

Zhang Fusheng looked up and surveyed the building; it was only four or five stories high, standing out starkly against the surrounding skyscrapers.

The main gate was closed, and two servants dressed in black stood quietly on either side of the entrance.

As someone approached, the two waiters spoke at the same time:

"Welcome to the Golden Auction House. What are you two looking for?"

Golden Auction House?

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback. He was clearly familiar with the term, as the Brave Lion meat that Old Shi had bought came from the Golden Auction House.

He had always thought that the Golden Auction House was a power unique to the Golden Province, but now it seems...

"We need a plateau map, a plateau map with divine punctuation," Ruan Yutu said in a clear, crisp voice.

The waiter bowed slightly.

"The plateau map is a Class 1 controlled item. If you wish to purchase it, please inquire. Please come in."

They opened the wooden door and gestured for them to enter.

Zhang Fusheng flipped off the ox's back, leaving the dark-colored ox outside.

Ruan Yutu calmly reached out her hand and gently led the porcelain doll through the door:

"Have your superior come to see me, and just say the name 'Ruan Yutu'."

The two waiters exchanged a glance, one of them respectfully nodded and left, while the other escorted the two to a spacious room.

He didn't ask a single question.

Moment.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded outside, and a middle-aged, overweight man with a large belly, dressed in a long black robe, jogged in.

His gaze swept over the crystal-clear porcelain doll and landed on the girl who looked like Banished Immortal.

"Miss Ruan?"

The chubby middle-aged man took off his top hat and asked cautiously.

It's me.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly gave a bow before asking:

Where are you from?

" From the Secluded Bamboo Forest, then to Jincheng, passing through the windmill village, and finally to Yingtian City."

Upon hearing the name "Secluded Bamboo Forest," the fat man's brows relaxed, clearly confirming Ruan Yutu's identity.

He nodded and bowed, his face beaming with smiles.

"Oh my! It really is you! Why did you come in person?"

The fat man's expression suddenly hardened, and he lowered his voice:

"Miss Ruan, are you going to make your move?"

"No rush, wait for notification."

Ruan Yutu casually said:

"I just happened to be passing by and stopped to pick up a map of the World Plateau, that's all."

The fat man nodded and quickly ordered the waiter to fetch the map.

While waiting, he couldn't help but ask:

"You just said you came from the windmill village?"

Zhang Fusheng raised his eyelids. Windmill Village, that's the village he passed through not long ago.

"Yes."

Ruan Yutu was surprised:

Is there something wrong with that village?

The fat man wiped his sweat, a look of hesitation appearing on his face:

"Perhaps not the same windmill village."

He saw the crystal-clear child suddenly raise his head, his voice clear and bright:

"Go on."

The fat man paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Miss Ruan. Seeing her nod, he explained with a smile:

"There was a windmill village nearby, but it was destroyed by a white snake half a year ago. Everyone in the village died, leaving only ruins, and those ruins were quite strange."

Zhang Fusheng and Ruan Yutu exchanged a glance.

Ruins?

The former raised an eyebrow and tapped his knuckles on the table:

"Tell me, what's so strange about it?"

The fat man glanced at the porcelain doll-like little boy, a sense of curiosity rising within him. Who was this child following Miss Ruan?

Could it be that it belongs to Governor Su?

His eyes flickered, and he explained softly:

"Those who went into those ruins never came out again—even Celestial Person entered, and ultimately vanished without a trace."

"And the gods had all taken notice of this matter, but that particular god ultimately did not enter."

"There are rumors that it was the divine sense of that deity that gave the most severe warning, so He ultimately chose to give up, and over time, that place became Forbidden Zone for life."

Ruan Yutu's expression changed, and Zhang Fusheng's expression gradually became serious.

The Fatty's eyes darted around, and he bowed slightly:

"The one who went to get the map hasn't come yet, so I'll go and see what's going on."

As he spoke, he squeezed his bulky body out of the wooden door.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

"The Golden Auction House, scattered across the land, are like chess pieces laid out by Master. Every auction house in every province and every highland city is prepared for the day of uprising and independence."

Zhang Fusheng nodded calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I was thinking about that windmill village."

A look of disbelief also appeared on Ruan Yutu's face.

Shaking his head, Zhang Fusheng didn't just wait idly; his thoughts drifted into a deep state of mind.

In the divine realm, at the westernmost point of the human realm, stands an ancient Buddhist temple—'Thunder Leiyin Temple '.

Zhang Fusheng entered the fake Leiyin Temple, where the four Arhats and thirty-six Vajras were all frozen in place, completely motionless.

Prayer Flags fluttered above their heads, solemn and dignified.

As for that Buddha statue...

The Buddha statue still stands solemnly in its original spot, though the weasel within it is long dead.

The weasel's spirit and soul had already completely collapsed and died the moment [Yellow Eyebrows]'s will descended.

Huang Mei has now retreated into the ancient starry sky and sealed himself away.

What remains is clearly an empty shell.

At this very moment, the remains of 100,000 monks surround the Leiyin Temple, chanting scriptures for several days.

Finally, the remaining Buddhist Rhyme of the weasel has been completely cleared away.

"Let me see."

Zhang Fusheng walked slowly and deliberately to the donation box, then reached out and grabbed it.

The donation box swayed and suddenly transformed into an ordinary cloth bag with the words "[Race]" on it.

"The legendary Human Seed Bag?"

Zhang Fusheng was quite wary of this thing; Huang Mei's faint true spirit had been dormant and hiding within it until this day.

"It's just a tiny, insignificant bit of true spirit."

He murmured, recalling the terror of Huang Mei that day, the terrifying will contained within a tiny bit of true spirit that rendered even Great Divine Ability deity helpless.

"Anchoring."

Zhang Fusheng spoke in a deep voice, an extremely bold idea surfacing in his mind!

Three hundred and sixty-five scrolls appeared before my eyes.

Without even glancing at it, he pointed directly to the first scroll, causing his divine realm to tremble as an ordinary-looking mountain appeared.

Zhang Fusheng smiled, gently knocking on the Gate of the Past, changing his own choices—the second picture.

The towering mountain that suddenly appeared in the divine realm transformed into a great river.

Then, make further changes.

Zhang Fusheng knocks on the Gate of the Past, telling his former self—choose the third picture.

The great river turned into a mountain range.

Continue.

The mountain range transformed into a divine mountain, shrouded in a myriad of celestial mists, accompanied by bursts of unparalleled Rosy Clouds.

Zhang Fusheng looked at it again and again, but still couldn't recognize the origin of this sacred mountain—but it was far inferior to Longevity Mountain.

So, they continued changing.

The fourth and fifth pictures.

Different grand scenes rapidly transform within the divine realm.

At this very moment, in the outside world...

The Fatty, whose entire body was covered in fat, was surprisingly agile as he slipped into a secret room on the top floor.

"My lord, Ruan Yutu has arrived."

The fat man wiggled his enormous buttocks, a fawning smile on his face:

"That old bastard Su Qiansuan will definitely become independent within six months at the latest. Ruan Yutu is his most beloved disciple, what do you think?"

The black-clad youth, sitting upright and covered in wounds, raised his eyes and asked coldly:

"Just her alone?"

"No, there's also a little kid who looks about four or five years old. I suspect he's Su Qiansuan's son."

"Oh?"

The young man in black became somewhat interested, but then coughed violently.

He coughed up a little dark blood and took a breath:

"That windmill village is indeed terrifying. A blood-stained white snake coils there, and with a flick of its horns, it unleashes thunder capable of slaying gods."

After pausing for a moment, the young man in black narrowed his eyes and continued:

"Notify the garrison to arrest Ruan Yutu. I won't show myself; that way, you can continue to lie low."

"Yes, sir."

The fat man smiled obsequiously, but then said:

"I'm thinking, should we arrange for more spies in Yingtian Province to be sacrificed, pretending they're going to make contact with Ruan Yutu?"

"This way, we can frame Ruan Yutu's arrival as collusion with the rebels."

The young man in black seemed to be deep in thought:

"That's a good approach. It gives the capital a reason to launch an attack on the Golden Province ahead of time, preventing Su Qiansuan from having more time to prepare."

The fat man nodded and made a phone call.

After a long pause, he hung up the phone, speaking in a humble tone:

"Everything is arranged. We need twenty minutes to prepare the statements. I'll go stall Ruan Yutu."

Go ahead.

The young man in black nodded wearily, then couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of dark blood.

His injuries were far too severe.

Before leaving, the fat man seemed to remember something and hesitated, saying:

"Ruan Yutu said they came from through the windmill village."

"Impossible."

The young man resolutely waved his hand:

"With the white snake coiled there, even a Venerable One passing by would suffer severe injuries like I have."

Finally, he spoke with some regret:

"It's just a pity about those two special skeletons in Windmill Village."

The fat man's eyes darted around:

"Sir, what are you referring to?"

The young man in black glanced at him, not bothering to hide it—after all, no one was allowed to enter Windmill Village, and even a god like himself would not get away with it.

He then said:

"The white snake was coiled around two very unusual corpses, a boy and a young man. The boy's corpse possessed a strong aura of destiny, while the young man's corpse had the legendary Double Pupils."

As he spoke, the young man in black narrowed his eyes:

"Unfortunately, when I went to explore the windmill village last year, I was a step too slow and failed to steal the two corpses, otherwise..."

He sighed again and waved his hand.

The fat man respectfully withdrew.

A divine realm.

"Continue."

As Zhang Fusheng altered the past for the hundredth time, the strange phenomena that anchored in the divine realm also changed once again.

This time, what emerged was a deathly still river, its waters crystal clear yet exuding an eerie silence.

Zhang Fusheng studied it for a moment, then reached out and threw a pebble. The pebble flew over the river, plummeted, and sank to the bottom.

"Weak Water?"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and asked for another one.

It is an unnamed Immortal Palace, a grand hall imbued with divine light, Sea of Clouds shrouded in Buddha Light radiance.

Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, still dissatisfied.

The Human Seed Bag has followed Maitreya Buddha Ancestor for countless years, and it has appeared in numerous places.

It is the Heavenly Court, Mount Ling, or perhaps even the Dao Palace of some Supreme Beings!

One scene after another was anchored, and the remaining paintings became fewer and fewer.

Each time the past is changed, the previously chosen path disappears completely, without even giving oneself the chance to change the past again or make another choice.

The reason is unknown, but it seems that this 'anchoring' is unique in space and time. Once chosen, it disappears completely, even from the [past].

Zhang Fusheng began to hesitate—there weren't many opportunities left.

"We can't be greedy anymore."

He sighed softly, unsure which painting was the best among them.

It's even possible that the best things have already been overlooked or changed by ourselves.

The 300th piece.

The 300th image that appears is a palace or temple that is neither particularly grand nor majestic.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at it, and habitually reached for the Gate of the Past, choosing the 301st scene.

He abruptly stopped moving.

That is...

Zhang Fusheng murmured, staring intently at the plaque above the temple.

[Great Leiyin Temple].