A Strange Universe

Zhang Xuelan got into the black sedan, took out her phone, and hesitated whether to make the call.

She suddenly glanced out the window, her expression momentarily blank.

On the side of the street stood a young man dressed in monk's robes, who looked to be in his thirties and extremely handsome. He was tilting his head and gazing at this place.

"What a handsome monk!" exclaimed the Junior Disciple Brother sitting beside him, then grinned and said:

"Senior Sister, why are you staring at other people? What's wrong, are you swooning?"

Zhang Xuelan looked away and glared at him:

"He just keeps talking nonsense. This trip to the Great Treasury Land might lead to some unexpected events. I have a bad feeling about it."

After hesitating for a moment, she said in a deep voice:

"Maybe you shouldn't go?"

The Junior Disciple Brother blinked:

"The Outer God have all been stopped in the starry sky by my master, what could possibly happen? I have to go and see for myself."

Zhang Xuelan glanced again at the extremely handsome monk outside the window, and rubbed her temples.

"Didn't you hear Master say that the barrier is weakening? The [The Weaver], one of the Four Outer God, has already begun to infiltrate."

The Junior Disciple Brother's expression also became slightly heavy, and he murmured:

"The Weaver, cunning and treacherous, wields distorted wisdom and hope, wandering through knowledge. Along the way, why don't we just not read books?"

"Disaster."

Zhang Xuelan instructed the driver to drive off, no longer glancing at the handsome monk, and rubbed her temples.

"All words may become the vessel of the Weaver, and all knowledge may contain His traces. He is a schemer, a god who weaves destiny, and perhaps in the Great Treasury Land, there are already many arrangements."

The Junior Disciple Brother remained somewhat unconvinced:

"Since Master sent you, Senior Sister, to the Great Treasury Land to explore its secrets, there must be a reason behind it."

"If something really happens, can Master just sit idly by and do nothing?"

Zhang Xuelan simply sighed:

"That's the problem. Master simply cannot leave Dragon Tiger Mountain, nor can he leave the Heavenly Master Hall!"

The two chatted casually, both showing some worry, as they walked down the long street.

"The Weaver?"

A look of confusion flashed across the handsome monk's face. Was this one of the four Venerable Ones he had sensed?

However, how could a supreme deity possibly possess the power to weave destiny, wield distorted wisdom and hope, hidden within knowledge?

Zhang Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then instead of following the black sedan, he turned and walked into the bookstore on the side of the street.

He casually flipped open a thin book, and a dense network of cause and effect lines appeared in his lowered eyes, revealing his keen insight.

"Really?"

Zhang Fusheng was slightly startled.

With his keen insight into cause and effect, he clearly saw that the words in the book were connected by faint traces of cause and effect, leading to some unknown place and pointing directly to a deity of the Venerable level!

That's very interesting.

"This universe is indeed strange. How can a mere Venerable One wield such power?"

Hidden within knowledge—no, it transforms [knowledge] into an extension of itself!

"If the Weaver the Four Outer God is like this, then do the other three also wield some kind of special authority?"

A look of amazement appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face. This trip was definitely worthwhile.

This universe is anything but simple.

If one becomes the [Great Spirit] in this universe, the benefits will be terrifyingly great.

As thoughts turned,

Zhang Fusheng put down his book, strode out of the bookstore, and gazed at the departing car—or rather, at the young girl sitting inside.

In his perception, the girl was out of place in this world—she was an outsider.

They are not beings native to this universe.

"An interesting place."

Zhang Fusheng's gaze was calm. After pondering for a moment, he turned and walked towards Dragon Tiger Mountain.

"What kind of creatures have managed to intrude into this place?"

Heavenly Master Hall, the Old Heavenly Master's face was filled with disbelief. He was trying to calculate, but he couldn't see clearly at all.

"The Four Gods? No, no, it can't be."

A young boy stepped forward, offered a cup of hot tea, and looked curiously at the Old Heavenly Master whose face was full of worry.

He was somewhat puzzled.

The Old Heavenly Master is the most powerful person in the world; what could possibly worry him?

Confused, the child respectfully spoke:

"Master, the leaders of seven countries wish to pay a visit, and they have all submitted their visiting cards."

The Old Heavenly Master snapped out of his reverie, still frowning, and waved his hand, saying:

"Not see."

The child hesitated for a moment, then said:

"They're the seven great nations!"

The Old Heavenly Master gave the boy a sharp rap on the head, his brow unfurrowing as he chuckled:

"Whether they're from the Seven Great Nations or the Seven Great Aunts, we simply won't see them. We'll take them to the mountains for a meal, let them observe the younger generation practicing martial arts, and then invite them all back."

"Oh!"

The little boy held his head in his hands, nodded with teary eyes, winced in pain, and wiggled his bottom uncomfortably.

"But Master, won't they be angry when they go back? What if they cut our subsidies? Will we not be able to eat meat every day anymore?"

The Old Heavenly Master's lips twitched; he had an urge to pin this chatterbox down and give him a couple of slaps on the backside.

He glared and puffed out his beard:

"Alright, enough with the nonsense! You eat meat every single meal. You should be grateful you even have meat at all! Look at Buddhism, they forbid meat. I should really send you to Shaolin for two months!"

"Cut."

The child spoke with disdain:

"Don't you understand? Shaolin, Shaolin, in private, they get all sorts of things, from cigarettes and alcohol to women. Let alone meat, even their senior monks keep quite a few women."

The Old Heavenly Master kicked out and shouted:

"Silence! How dare you make unwarranted comments?"

The child screamed and jumped back, shouting:

"Why would I lie to you? It's all been reported in the news, it's the truth, the truth!"

The Old Heavenly Master, his beard bristling and eyes wide, grabbed a board. Seeing the situation was dire, the young boy turned and ran out of the hall.

He ran while looking back and screaming:

"The Celestial Master is hitting someone! The Celestial Master is hitting someone!"

Before he could finish yelling...

'Thump!'

"Ouch!"

The child felt as if he had bumped into a city wall; a bruise appeared on his head, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

He inhaled the cool air and looked up at the person who had approached—a monk.

A monk with long hair, wearing monk's robes, who looked extremely handsome.

The little boy shrank back:

"Master, I am not slandering Buddhism."

The monk chuckled, bent down, patted the child's head, and exclaimed in admiration:

"His physique is extraordinary; he possesses Heavenly Human Potential Fruit Position may very well attain enlightenment in the future."

The child was a little confused. Celestial Person? Fruit Position?

What are all these things?

He scrambled to his feet, head held high, eyes wide with curiosity, and was about to ask a question when...

But from behind came the Old Heavenly Master's solemn, low voice:

"Go out!"

The child shrank back.

"Master, my celestial master has asked you to make the payment."

"I told you to get out!" the Daoist priest snapped.

The boy was taken aback, seeing his Celestial Master so stern for the first time. He immediately stopped joking and obediently ran out of the Heavenly Master Hall.

After leaving the hall, he couldn't help but turn back, and just before the hall doors closed, he caught a fleeting glimpse of it.

Seeing the handsome monk standing with his hands behind his back, his posture upright and as straight as a pine tree, while his own Old Heavenly Master, quite unusually, got up from his prayer mat, his back slightly hunched.

"What a ghost," the child murmured, watching the palace doors close, his face filled with confusion.

Who was that monk?

What merit or ability do I possess to warrant even the Celestial Master rising to greet me?

It's worth noting that even when the founder of Shaolin came to visit, the Celestial Master remained seated and unmoved!

He was completely baffled.

Meanwhile, Heavenly Master Hall.

Zhang Fusheng looked at the Old Heavenly Master with great interest and softly praised him:

"Seated in a celestial position. Those who sit in a celestial position from beyond Different Dimension are rare indeed."

The Old Heavenly Master, his expression cautious, stared intently at the handsome monk with a beaming smile, and asked in a deep voice:

"You come from the upper realm?"

"The Upper Realm?"

Zhang Fusheng was in high spirits:

"Is this how you refer to Different Dimension and the True Universe?"

In the vast void, Myriad Worlds stretch as far as the eye can see, and above these Myriad Worlds lie the True Universe and Different Dimension, intertwined with each other.

The Old Heavenly Master pursed his lips, unable to see through the monk before him at all. Every time he tried to peek, he would feel a chill run down his spine.

He pursed his lips, cupped his hands, and said:

"I, Zhang Tianling, have seen beings from the upper realms—they once trod upon the sea of stars, coming from beyond the realms, just like you."

Zhang Fusheng wasn't surprised. The infinite worlds in the Great Void, while their upper limit was far less than that of the True Universe and Different Dimension,

However, it is still possible to cultivate venerable beings and even great powers within it.

Although this world is just a grain of sand in a vast desert, it is exceptionally large, so it is normal for it to be noticed and even visited by powerful beings from other True Universe and Different Dimension.

However, it seems that beings born in the lower realm cannot directly go to the upper realm, even powerful beings.

Even stepping out of one's own world is difficult.

The Old Heavenly Master then asked in a deep voice:

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Zhang Fusheng said with great interest:

"I came to your Dragon Tiger Mountain to learn something about the Four Outer God."

Zhang Tianshi felt a chill in his heart. After a moment of silence, he began to recount what he knew.

"The Four Outer God: The Weaver, the Enraged, the Immortal, and the Joyful Sinner."

He explained carefully, and Zhang Fusheng listened attentively.

The more I listened, the more alarmed I became.

The four Outer God each wield a certain authority or power, such as the editor's control over people's hearts, knowledge, and strategies.

For example, the absolute dominance of the angry in the realm of war and killing.

This far exceeds the limits of what a venerable person can achieve.

No, even the most Great Divine Ability User abilities, or even true saints and celestial beings, should not possess such immense power.

Zhang Fusheng was extremely perceptive and immediately realized that these four gods might all possess some kind of knowledge related to the old world.

He thought of the unknown things on Earth that made his heart race.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Fusheng looked at the Old Heavenly Master again, his gaze filled with inquiry and questioning:

"The four Outer God you speak of roam the stars, why would they set their sights on such a small planet?"

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Tianshi's face:

"I don't know either."

"I don't know?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. This old man was probably lying, but it didn't matter; he had plenty of time.

Upon entering this universe, Zhang Fusheng discovered that its 'level' was far lower than that of the True Universe and Different Dimension.

The most direct manifestation of this is that this universe is very fragile.

In other words, in the True Universe, Celestial Person have the power to shatter a star.

And here?

Perhaps beings at the Great Grandmaster level possess the power to shatter stars.

The Venerable One, whose full-force attack would normally only stir up trouble within a star system, has come here.

In the blink of an eye, it can destroy the structure of the universe, causing a vast sea of stars, encompassing countless galaxies, to be completely annihilated.

As for Zhang Fusheng...

In the True Universe, even if he exerted all his strength, he could only save beings within a radius of ten thousand miles in one go.

But here, the Brahma Chant of Bodhi Thought, is enough to resonate throughout the entire universe.

In other words, he also has the ability to forcibly convert this entire universe—but it would be a losing proposition.

After all, his purpose in coming here was to convert the Great Spirit; converting the lives within would not be of any help to him.

Besides, in this universe, on this Earth, there are still things that can trigger my spiritual senses to give me warnings.

After a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, Zhang Fusheng waved his hand and said gently:

"Those four little guys are very well hidden, and they do have some tricks up their sleeves. Even I can only sense their presence, but I can't track their location."

"If you have any news, let me know immediately."

Upon hearing this, the Old Heavenly Master nodded cautiously, gazing intently at the mysterious being from the upper realm before him:

How should I notify you?

"Anything goes, the sound can travel in all directions and shake the heavens, as long as it makes a commotion."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, then turned and strode away from the Heavenly Master Hall.

The Old Heavenly Master watched them go.

After confirming that the mysterious being had truly departed, the Old Heavenly Master exhaled a sigh of relief and quietly activated the array within the Heavenly Master Hall, isolating it from the outside world.

After checking repeatedly to ensure there were no errors,

He then moved his fingers, and three illusory figures appeared in the void in front of him.

One was covered in blood, his skin crimson, and he sat on a bronze throne, with mountains of countless skulls behind him.

One was like a rotting giant corpse, bloated and enormous, its entire body oozing pus.

The last one, also a non-human being, exudes a bewitching charm; it is not female, yet possesses a unique allure of both genders.

It is not desire, but rather the 'emptiness' that arises from the collapse of all meaning after all sensory stimulation has been achieved.

Three terrifying projections opened their eyes.

The rotting the Immortal spoke in a low voice:

"The Weaver, Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes, what is the meaning of your summons?"