Gods Fall, Remnant of Spirit Mountain

Chongyang City.

The sky was misty, and it was raining.

Lin Dongxi, wearing a raincoat, carefully made her way through the alley, waiting until she was sure no one was watching her before...

He then lifted the manhole cover and jumped down in a flash.

She navigated the winding sewer pipes until she finally arrived at a huge water tank.

The pool was full of filth and reeked of a terrible stench.

But Lin Dongxi didn't care at all. He reached out and swept the sewage churned and surged towards the walls of the reservoir on both sides.

The enormous cavity beneath was revealed.

Lin Dongxi leaped down, passed through the secret passage, and entered a secret chamber filled with numerous arrays.

"Master, Second Senior Sister."

She greeted them softly and quickly handed over the two precious herbs she had just bought.

"Cough cough cough"

Hong Tianbao, his body riddled with cracks, coughed violently. A Vajra Pestle was still stuck in his head, and blood gleaming with a precious light flowed from his wounds.

After consuming two miraculous herbs, the cracks on his body healed somewhat, but the large wound on his head remained.

The Vajra Pestle, constantly radiating Buddha Light, prevented the wound from healing and could not be pulled out.

This Vajra Pestle, forged from the leg bones of young girls and through the sacrifice of thousands, is an extremely yin weapon, possessing immense killing power.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

Chen Yuque asked softly.

"I'm feeling better," Hong Tianbao said breathlessly, looking exhausted. "I can hold on for a while longer."

Both women remained silent.

After a moment, Lin Dongxi bit her lip and spoke:

"I don't understand, why didn't Grandmaster intervene? Was he just going to watch you get hunted down by the Mandala System?"

Beside her, Chen Yuque whispered:

"Our grandmaster must be hiding by now, right? Several Celestial Person from the Mandala System are hunting him down."

As she spoke, she sighed softly.

They were all in a bad situation, being hunted by Mandala System cultists.

Not long ago, a very fierce battle broke out, and my master almost died.

Hong Tianbao sighed softly:

"Fortunately, followers of other sects have limited the Mandala System, otherwise..."

He started coughing violently again, and rubbed his temples.

"You two little ones won't be noticed. Go away. Your master is being watched and hunted by all the believers. There's no way you can escape."

"Master."

"Everyone, get out of here!" Hong Tianbao said in a deep voice, "My spiritual senses are already warning us. The Mandala System's followers are coming to track us down. If we don't leave now, it might be too late!"

He warned, panting:

"If you meet Fusheng, tell him to leave, to leave as far away as possible."

"This child is kind at heart, and still possesses compassion and righteousness. I fear he might rashly seek revenge."

Hong Tianbao kept rambling on, telling Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi how to run and what to do if they encountered his little apprentice.

He was making his final arrangements.

Chen Yuque's lips trembled:

"If my Junior Disciple Brother were here."

"It's useless."

Hong Tianbao spoke wearily:

"There are rumors that Fusheng has attained the status of Celestial Person —this is absurd."

After pausing, he said calmly:

"Even if Fusheng truly attains the position of Celestial Person and reaches the pinnacle of humanity, he is still weak and isolated in Chongyang City today. Once he is surrounded and hunted, he will eventually perish."

The two women fell silent again.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Hong Tianbao shouted. Neither of them were indecisive; after only a moment of silence...

They helped each other to their feet and prepared to leave.

Staying here will only serve to die together; there's no point in doing anything about it.

Hong Tianbao watched his two disciples leave, let out a soft sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall. Blood continued to flow from the wound on his head.

He, however, remained perfectly content.

"I should have died long ago."

The fat old man muttered to himself, a hint of regret in his heart.

"With Little Fusheng's talent, he might really be able to revitalize Mount Ling in the future, and even reach the level of Great Divine Ability User or even the legendary True Saint?"

"What a pity, we can't see it, we can't see it."

The old man closed his eyes wearily, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit slowly draining away, and the warnings from his senses becoming more and more frequent.

The Mandala System will be looking for us soon.

"That's enough."

A massive bridge spanning the underworld.

The crystal-clear porcelain doll stared blankly at the magnificent gate, the Ghost Gate Pass.

How did this thing end up here?

He silently extended his divine sense, attempting to touch the Ghost Gate Pass, wanting to directly absorb it into the divine realm—

It was a failure without a doubt.

Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue; it was somewhat expected. If it were really that easy to take it away...

That thing wouldn't be standing here anymore; the All Gods in heaven have probably tried many times already.

As my thoughts were turning, a huge roar suddenly resounded in the sky.

"You have come from afar, why are you concealing yourself? Could you perhaps be an elder or Great Elder of some heretical cult?"

The shout resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and everyone on the bridge looked up to see a valiant deity questioning a red figure hidden in the mist.

The Old Niu, descending from the sky, sneered:

"Get lost, or I'll kill you."

He is domineering; his true self is that of Great Divine Ability User, even if at this moment he is merely an incarnation of a divine embryo at the Venerable level.

But with all the killing techniques and ingenious methods he possesses, how could he possibly kill a Venerable of the same realm?

It's really not a difficult thing.

"You have quite the arrogance!" The valiant deity's face darkened. At the level of gods, who roam freely between heaven and earth...

They are truly important figures everywhere, wielding immense power and standing above countless others; they almost all value their reputation highly.

Having been rebuked in front of so many gods and cultivators, he was naturally unwilling to let it go easily.

With a hint of anger, a towering Dharma image rose behind him, as if he were about to attack at the slightest provocation:

"You who come, I do not wish to make things difficult for you, but..."

"Come on, you motherfucker!"

Old Niu cursed loudly, and actually made a decisive move, conjuring a divine light that transformed into a clanging crimson blade, which he then slashed down!

"My name is Ping Tian, you little dog, kneel down before your Ping Tian grandpa!"

He roared, his crimson blade, wreathed in surging demonic energy, tearing through the sky!

The heroic deity's expression changed.

Clearly not expecting the unknown deity to actually attack, in haste, its divine form shone brightly, attempting to block the crimson heavenly blade.

However.

The Heavenly Blade hummed, and the Old Niu, who had already mastered the Minor Accomplishment Heaven-Pacifying Great Sage Scripture- Pacifying, unleashed boundless demonic energy from his spirit and will.

The demonic energy surged down, engulfing the ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image.

The Heavenly Blade, radiating a bright crimson light, was even more extraordinary. It cleaved out from the thick, inky demonic energy, and with a single turn, severed the head of the valiant god!

The All Gods all retreated far away to watch the spectacle.

They all sensed the extraordinary nature of this mysterious visitor; judging from his aura, he seemed to be a Venerable One.

But the quality of his mental will is frighteningly high, clearly comparable to that of a Great Divine Ability User —this being is probably an incarnation of a Great Divine Ability User!

"Old Qu is going to be in trouble," Kong Shentong said calmly, commenting on the valiant deity.

As expected.

The deity, now beheaded, regained its senses. Its head glowed like a blazing sun, as it unleashed its trump card. Its headless body also swelled, preparing a powerful killing technique.

But He wasn't ready yet.

"Bye-bye, you little brat!"

The Old Niu, utterly lacking in decorum, roared and with a flick of his hand, gathered thick demonic energy, transforming it into a Flame God Mountain that crashed down with a deafening roar!

"Etc!"

"Save"

The valiant deity, who had recently entered the Venerable Realm, was truly terrified. He wanted to beg for mercy and help, but before he could even finish speaking...

The Flame God Mountain rolled down like a millstone, turning gently.

'Click!'

The divine body was shattered, and the divine soul was suppressed and burned through by the Flame God Mountain!

Under the stunned gaze of countless people,

Heaven and earth trembled, Divine Blood rained down, and a venerable being fell so hastily!

A deity fell, and the divine essence absorbed before him leaked away, causing his own Cave Heaven and the blessed land he had cultivated to collapse, in a way that nourished the heavens and earth.

This directly caused the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy within a radius of ten thousand miles to surge a hundredfold, blessing all things, and even resonating with heaven and earth as if they were cheering.

"Tui!"

The Old Niu in the mist spat, grabbed the bewildered remnant soul of the fallen deity, and spoke domineeringly:

"You think I'm joking with you, that I'll just kill you like that?"

As He spoke, He opened His enormous mouth, about to swallow the Soul Spirit of the deity, when some of the other deities belatedly realized what was happening and shouted:

"Wait!"

But it was too late. The Old Niu had already chewed up the remnant soul, swallowed it, and even let out a satisfied burp.

"What are you doing?" Old Niu glanced sideways at the powerful figure who had spoken. "If you utter another word, I'll cut you down too!"

The venerable one's eyelids twitched, but he ultimately fell silent, his face turning ashen.

A deathly silence fell over the heavens as all the All Gods scrutinized the unknown newcomer. The Old Niu, unfazed, arrogantly glared back at them one by one.

His gaze was so intense that many venerable deities dared not meet his eyes.

Anyway, this isn't my true form.

The Old Niu snorted coldly, casually sat down cross-legged in the sky, and shouted:

"Boring!"

The All Gods looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the bridge, many cultivators who were about to pass through the Ghost Gate Pass and enter the Lost World were also dumbfounded.

Cui Linglong rubbed her eyes and clicked her tongue:

"A venerable one, a true god, was just slain like that, perished directly?"

She was somewhat incredulous, and the Yellow-toothed Old Man and Jiang Feinao beside her also looked solemn.

Jiang Feinao subconsciously glanced at the old man beside her:

"Teacher, what's the background of that thing in heaven?"

The Yellow-toothed Old Man shook his head and said thoughtfully:

"I don't know, but he's probably extraordinary. He acts domineeringly, and his methods are even more so. When did such a person appear in the world?"

As he murmured, Ruan Yutu's expression became somewhat strange, clearly recognizing the crimson shadow in the mist above.

It was clearly me who had led the ox for over half a month.

Zhang Fusheng, standing to the side, remained calm and composed; everything was as expected. He possessed the power of Great Divine Ability User and had cultivated the Heaven-Pacifying Great Sage Scripture.

He also gained some Merit Purple Qi.

Old Niu should have this kind of ability.

However, his actions were indeed a bit too arrogant. Could it be that he'd been sitting on his bottom for too long, causing him to feel too repressed?

Lost in thought, the Yellow-toothed Old Man was the first to come to his senses and sighed:

"First, there was this fallen heaven and earth, then the terrifying being who passed down the [Dao De Jing] half a month ago, and now there is an extremely domineering unknown deity."

The Yellow-toothed Old Man clicked his tongue twice:

"This world is truly getting harder and harder. Let's go, let's get through this Ghost Gate Pass."

The six continued their journey alongside many other expedition teams.

Behind the Ghost Gate Pass

The blurry world before my eyes gradually became clear—I was back.

Zhang Fusheng's heart trembled slightly as he realized that countless eyes were fixed on him.

The All Gods in heaven.

To be precise, the gaze of the All Gods encompassed the entire Chongyang World, indiscriminately observing everyone and every living being within it.

They keep a close eye on everything that's happening.

"Parting ways?"

The Yellow-toothed Old Man was the first to jump off the bridge, landing on the desolate wilderness of Chongyang World. He then turned around and asked:

"My disciple and I are going to this city that fell from the heavens and earth; we won't be going to Chang'an Town for the time being."

"What a coincidence," Li Xiuyuan said with a smile, "My husband and I were also planning to go to Chongyang City."

The four turned to look at the two siblings, one big and one small. Ruan Yutu blinked and heard the porcelain doll beside her speak in a clear voice:

"We're also going to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival."

Zhang Fusheng blinked his eyes, like a real little child, and asked innocently:

"But aren't we all here seeking Great Opportunity? Why are we all going to the Double Ninth Festival?"

He was testing them; this Yellow-toothed Old Man and the girl named Jiang Feinao were no ordinary people.

And there might be something wrong with Li Xiuyuan; there's a real possibility that he really is that Li Xiuyuan — Zhang Fusheng felt that the possibility of it being a coincidence was very small.

After all, there seems to be some trait about me that makes me frequently encounter the hidden tricks of the immortals and Buddhas of the past.

"We're going to Chongyang City to find someone," Li Xiuyuan said cheerfully, not trying to hide anything.

"Grandpa, where are you?"

The Yellow-toothed Old Man was also smiling:

"We're here from the Research Institute, so naturally we want to study this special place."

After pausing for a moment, he cheerfully began to speak:

"Since we're going the same way, there's no need to part ways. We can travel together and look out for each other."

None of them objected, and they traveled together again.

"The road to Chongyang Festival is long," Cui Linglong suggested. "The child walks slowly, so why don't I carry him?"

She was clearly asking a question, but she quickly moved closer, wanting to hold the porcelain doll in her arms.

Zhang Fusheng's face darkened, but fortunately Ruan Yutu reacted quickly and picked him up first:

"No need, no need, I can do it."

Cui Linglong nodded reluctantly.

The six of them sped off again, flying across the land, heading in the opposite direction from the main force that had come to explore and seize fortuitous opportunity.

On the Chongyang World stretches for tens of thousands of miles.

The distance from the edge of the world to Chongyang City is a full ten thousand miles, but for everyone, this distance is nothing.

At most, it will take the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

That once bustling city is now in sight.

Chongyang City

The porcelain doll, held by Ruan Yutu, murmured softly, her eyes slightly narrowed. Looking out, she saw a dire situation in the Chongyang Palace; it was shrouded in darkness, as if a large area had lost power.

Furthermore, on the outskirts of the city, numerous spaceships lay fallen, leaving behind many wrecks.

They were all soldiers from the Chongyang Military Department.

Li Xiuyuan a pang of pity and sighed softly:

"It seems there are many cultists entrenched in Chongyang City. I heard about it before I came in; a major battle broke out here."

"The cultists have completely destroyed the garrison in Chongyang City. Now the entire city is almost uncontrolled and truly chaotic. Hmm?"

He suddenly frowned and asked:

What is that?

The group paused slightly, looking around, and saw some ruins of spaceships on the outskirts of the city.

Many monks gathered and built a Grand Sacrifice, on which an old man was bound.

"They're heretics of the Buddhist Sect." The Yellow-toothed Old Man squinted. "Probably from the Mandala System. As for that person who's been bound..."

He raised an eyebrow:

"I have seen his file; Chen Daoling, the director of the Investigation Bureau of Chongyang City."

Jiang Feinao asked from the side:

"Is the Mandala System performing a ritual? What are they trying to do?"

"It's not an ordinary sacrifice," the Yellow-toothed Old Man said calmly. "It's a special Buddhist ritual that was frequently held decades ago, using followers of the Spirit Mountain System as offerings to the gods and Buddhas of the Mandala System."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"In that case, Chen Daoling is probably a 'remnant' of the Lingshan lineage."

As the Yellow-toothed Old Man murmured, the expression on the porcelain doll's face turned icy cold, and a faint, almost imperceptible starlight flickered in her eyes, as if she understood all the causes and consequences.

Suddenly, the many monks in the distance turned their heads and looked at this place together.

The leader, a high-ranking monk surrounded by six women, held a compass made from a skull.

He looked at the compass needle, then at the six people in the distance where the needle was pointing, and laughed.

"This Buddha-nature compass is truly useful. Among those people ahead, there are some with profound Buddha-nature—yet they are definitely not monks from our Mandala."

Since it's not Mandala System, there's only one possibility.

"Mercy, mercy, and many more offerings have been made!"

The senior monk smiled, with six naked women wrapped around him like serpents.

"Those people seem unusual. Notify them to go back and prepare for the hunt."

As they spoke, the abbot strode forward, each step creating a wondrous lotus flower, and each step releasing a lingering, ethereal Brahma Chant!

"Amitabha."

He suddenly appeared before them, his voice like the morning bell and evening drum:

"May I ask where you gentlemen come from, and where you are going?"

As the monks asked questions, more Mandala devotees slowly gathered around.