You May Call Me Heavenly Father

In the Other Shore World, all things are still.

"Fusheng."

Hong Tianbao, who was sitting cross-legged outside the thatched hut, saw his disciple come out and quickly stood up. Then, as if remembering something, he quickly put his hands together and changed his words:

"World-Honored Tathagata"

"The World Honored One Randeng." Zhang Fusheng returned the greeting with his hands clasped together, a serene smile on his face, but his gaze was extremely profound.

He kept recalling the words of Donghuang and Empress Nüwa.

What exactly does it mean to be yourself?

Is it really just about staying true to our original aspirations?

Thoughts swirled and rose and fell.

"Three days from now," Zhang Fusheng said calmly, "I plan to guide some Venerable Ones who have already entered my Spirit Mountain to descend from Different Dimension."

"It was at that time that the World-Honored One Randeng, and you were able to truly Ascension to Divinity and truly transform into [the Past Buddha Ancestor]."

Hong Tianbao's expression hardened, keenly sensing something was amiss, and he spoke in a low voice:

"Is something big about to happen?"

Zhang Fusheng remained noncommittal. Three days later, on February 9th.

If everything goes smoothly, the Other Shore World will naturally be glorious, and the grand westward journey, spearheaded by oneself, will begin. But if things don't go smoothly...

Yin Chang'an was ultimately left behind by the [Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole].

Who knows what will happen?

Could it be the return of the true spirit of the Great Emperor Ziwei?

The Great Emperor Ziwei is most likely not Supreme Beings, but he is at least a top-tier Daluo, and may even have touched upon the realm of Supreme Beings.

As Eastern Emperor Fellow Daoist said, such a person, if he were to accomplish another major event and obtain a fulcrum capable of shaking the Great Heaven and Earth,

At that time, it had already reached the highest level.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, and suddenly became worried.

Nezha's true spirit has appeared in the world, and the warnings from Donghuang and Empress Nüwa echo in our ears. It is also suspected that the true spirit of Great Emperor Ziwei is about to appear at our doorstep.

All of these things proclaim the same thing.

The Age of Great Strife has truly begun and arrived, with the ancient spirits resurrecting one after another.

Perhaps in some corner of the Mother Star, the celestial beings and emperors of the past are already sitting cross-legged, looking down upon the Mortal World.

What will be their first goal?

There are only two.

One is the major event of the Investiture of the Gods, and the other is the major event of the Journey to the West.

Being in the spotlight is not a good thing, but going into hiding is almost impossible.

Unless

As his thoughts wandered, Zhang Fusheng recalled his initial idea.

He severed the body of the World-Honored Tathagata, the Tathagata, and the title of Taiqing, thus achieving complete independence. All other selves become the bodies of others.

In that way, one's true self can disappear into the Mortal World, and there will be no more danger of forgetting who one is, as mentioned by Empress Nüwa and Donghuang.

But it's clear that the only way for him to achieve this right now is through the method of [One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones].

However, this method comes from the Three Pure Ones, and it is impossible for me to use it.

So what should we do?

How can one quietly slip out of the sight of those in Supreme Beings?

Zhang Fusheng's eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly to Hong Tianbao:

"Once this matter is settled, I will go and bring my junior sister back. She is actually a Great Belly Buddha Ancestor —the incarnation of the Future Buddha."

"Only in the next life, will my Other Shore Mountain and our sacred mountain be considered Perfection."

Hong Tianbao's eyes were bright and piercing.

Zhang Fusheng took one step down the Other Shore Mountain, and with another step, he arrived at the Jiuzong Mountain Range.

Standing tall in the mountains, Lin Changle quickly bowed:

"Venerable One, messengers and gift-givers from all over the world have been waiting for you for a long time outside the Other Shore World."

"Let them keep waiting."

Zhang Fusheng said nonchalantly, and with a thought, the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron appeared in his hand. With the help of this Supreme Treasure, he arrived in Yin Chang'an and then stepped into the palace.

Li Yiyi and the others, who were sitting cross-legged on the ground, quickly got up. As for Yuan Feidao, he remained seated with his eyes closed, clearly not yet awake.

Zhang Fusheng walked up to the Maitreya Buddha Statue and gazed at the Netherworld contained within its belly.

Within this world, the Emperor Tang stood cautiously on the Helplessness Bridge, hesitant to explore the future of the Nine Netherworlds.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Springs River was still at its 'high tide,' and the ancient sages within it were too preoccupied to care for themselves.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled Pure Qi, raised his head, and gazed at the tightly closed Taiji Hall. The Great Emperor Ziwei...

What exactly do you want to do?

After a moment of contemplation,

Zhang Fusheng made up his mind. Under the horrified gazes of the disheveled old man, Li Yiyi, and the others,

World-Honored Tathagata's Buddha Light dissipated; he was no longer a Buddha, but more like an ancient Daoist.

The Daoist's Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows opened wide, from which [Primordial Auspicious Clouds ] burst forth, and he was enveloped in Thirty-six colored light.

Then, He extended his palm and grasped at the air.

Something illusory arises from nothingness.

The chaotic energy expanded and evolved into an ancient banner, which existed only in Zhang Fusheng's hand.

The surrounding void began to crack and reform continuously, emitting a roar like ancient stars colliding!

The Heaven-Opening Chapter, Third Killing Technique: Pangu Banner.

Having witnessed the extraordinary feats of creation performed by countless beings, the All Things Are Empty in Chapter Three of the Taiyi Chapter has been fully comprehended.

The Pangu Banner killing move from the Heaven-Opening Chapter was also completely under his control—although due to his weak cultivation,

Zhang Fusheng was unable to unleash the true power of this ancient killing move.

But that's enough.

February 9th.

Zhang Fusheng's gaze darkened, and he murmured, as the Pangu Banner had been conjured in his hand suddenly trembled.

The banner was not a physical object; it was clearly formed from a mixture of chaotic energy and primordial energy.

The ancient banner's pole stood straight, also enveloped in a primordial chaos, resembling the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar or Mysterious Yellow Waterfall!

At this moment, as the banner shook, Heaven-Opening Sword Qi burst forth from its surface.

The three disheveled old men beside them felt their bodies about to burst and their blood boiling simply from staring at them!

"Cut."

The Buddha, bathed in Buddha Light and backed by Bodhi, transformed into World-Honored Tathagata ancient Daoist priest surrounded by auspicious clouds and shimmering with Thirty-six colored light.

At that moment, Zhang Fusheng shouted, and the Pangu Banner in his hand emitted a sword-like light!

Strands of Heaven-Opening Sword Qi Chaos Sword Light converged together.

It transformed into a raging river, violently slashing towards the Taiji Hall in the most primitive and savage way!

'When!!'

It sounded like millions of bells ringing in unison.

The Taiji Hall shook violently.

The roar echoed in all directions, and the entire Yin Chang'an teetered on the brink of collapse. Yuan Feidao, with his eyes closed and seemingly dazed, remained unharmed thanks to the protection of Maitreya Heavenly Position.

But the slovenly old man, Li Yiyi, and Luo Cheng were all reduced to the most primitive particles and dust under the terrifying sound!

Wait until the shaking stops.

Above the gate of the Taiji Hall, there were no sword marks, only 365 star points floating and sinking, forming the [Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array].

This is the genuine [Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array], not the inferior formation that Zhang Fusheng used to defend against it.

"It really is the Great Emperor Ziwei."

Zhang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, activating his Fuli True Person Fruit Status and the [Tawei] Divine Ability.

He precisely captured the cause and effect of every Tawei in Yin Chang'an and forcibly reversed it.

The three who had collapsed reunited and emerged unharmed, looking around in bewilderment.

"I ultimately don't understand the Sword Dao. Even if I were to evolve the Pangu Banner, I could only perform the most primitive and clumsy slashing."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, realizing that he was still a long way from splitting open the Taiji Hall.

But if...

How could my Sword Dao suddenly become so unparalleled throughout history?

Admittedly, at this moment, it would be necessary to find enough swordsmen in the Other Shore World and complete transactions with them one by one.

This is difficult.

But.

"But I don't need to go out and explore."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his thoughts quietly sinking into the divine realm, descending upon the Human Realm.

The Human Realm, five kingdoms and three mountains.

One mountain is a martial arts retreat, Mountain God; both were built by the Venerable One whom Zhang Fusheng captured from Yingtian City.

There is another mountain, on which dwells a divine force called Sword Tomb, which originates from native beings within the divine realm, a truly peerless genius.

At this very moment, on Heavenly Sword Mountain, within the Sword Tomb.

Sword servants moved among the pavilions that resembled long swords driven into the ground. In a small pavilion by the lake, two of the strongest men of the era were playing chess.

Jian Yi raised his eyelids, his white chess piece remaining motionless in his hand as he gazed at the Lord of the Divine Temple sitting opposite him.

He spoke in a deep voice:

"Only the temple in the world possesses the Immortal Elixir of Immortality; I now only seek one such elixir."

The Lord of the Divine Temple remained indifferent.

"Back then, when I begged to ascend to the Sword Tomb, you refused, junior. Now that you've come to beg me, why should I grant your request?"

Jian Yi remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head:

"My wife is nearing her end. I beg you, senior, to have mercy and bestow upon me a miraculous medicine."

The Lord of the Divine Temple smiled enigmatically.

"If I do not grant it, what can you do against the laws of heaven and earth that forbid humans from killing each other?"

He laughed heartily and landed on a black stone.

Jian Yi abruptly raised his eyelids, staring intently at the Lord of the Divine Temple, and said, word by word:

"Four hundred years ago, a celestial beast descended to earth and I obtained it. Over the past four hundred years, I have mastered the method to harmonize my bloodline with that of the celestial beast—at that time, I will no longer be human."

The smile faded from the Lord of the Divine Temple's face, and he narrowed his eyes, seemingly considering the truthfulness of the Sword Tomb Master's words.

After a long pause, he said calmly:

"Absurd and ridiculous—but even if it were true, so what? If you were no longer human, you could wage war against me, but just as easily, I and the Lord of the Martial Hut could hunt you down."

The two strongest men of their time gazed at each other, their auras surging. The great lake churned with waves, and dark clouds suddenly gathered in the clear sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Throughout the Sword Tombs on Heavenly Sword Mountain, a million swords resonated in unison!

Jian Yi picked up a white stone again and said:

"I know you live to be ten thousand years old, and only you and the Lord of the Martial Hut have such a close friendship, but I'll still say it again."

"I only desire one elixir of Immortal Elixir of Immortality; if I cannot obtain it..."

He raised his eyelids and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"With my abilities, even if I die in battle, I can take someone down with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Tomb Master, who had achieved the Venerable One in a thousand years and whose talent had been astonishing throughout history, placed the white piece in his hand onto the chessboard.

When the chess piece is placed, it is accompanied by a clear, resonant sound that travels for miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles!

Starting from the Sword Tomb, and extending to the entire human world—

Swords clash across the land!

One piece is placed.

At that moment, all the swords in the mortal realm ascended to the heavens and hung high.

The Lord of the Divine Temple changed for the first time. He stared intently at Jian Yi, his heart filled with shock. He had never expected that this guy's Sword Dao had reached such an extraordinary level!

How old is this guy?

Long live a thousand years.

Only a thousand years old.

From an ordinary mountain boy, he has risen to become the master of all swords under heaven, attaining the position of Venerable One!

If, if placed on that Mother Star memory is now hazy, this guy could probably reach the level of Great Divine Ability User!

In the midst of a heart-pounding frenzy,

The Lord of the Divine Temple surveyed the mortal realm, gazing upon the frost-covered swords that filled the sky, yet he showed no intention of yielding.

He spoke coldly:

"You don't look like you're begging for help."

As they spoke, a rainbow appeared in the distance, and the Lord of the Martial Hut had arrived—two against one.

Jian Yi closed his eyes and whispered:

"The peach tree beside this pavilion was planted by my wife years ago, and now it stands tall and spreading like a canopy."

"If my wife no longer exists in this world, why should this world continue to exist?"

Within the Sword Tomb, ferocious beasts roared and screamed in agony. The pre-prepared sacrificial array activated, stripping away the beasts' bloodlines and quietly merging them with Jian Yi.

At that very moment, the Frost Sword hanging in the sky above the human world burst forth with light, illuminating the entire world, which was in the dead of night, as if it were daytime!

It is a sword, but it is more than just a sword.

From the blades of grass and trees of Tianjian Mountain, to the blades of grass and trees of the human world, and then to the swords drawn by children on blank paper.

Even the words "sword," "green blade," and "three-foot spirit" written in volumes of books, which can all refer to long swords,

They're all ringing out with swords!

They're all emitting sword light!!

The Lord of the Divine Temple and the Lord of the Martial Hut gasped in shock, the latter exclaiming in surprise:

"The Dao! The Dao! He has truly Entering the Dao the Dao through the sword!"

As Jian Yi opened his eyes, the two Venerables felt as if they were being watched by thorns. Their skin cracked as if they could see an endless river of Sword Qi!

How can this guy be so strong?!

They all turned to flee.

But the boundless river of Sword Qi had already flowed backwards, affecting both the Lord of the Divine Temple and the Lord of the Martial Hut.

The two venerable ones were unable to use any of their myriad wonderful techniques and methods at this moment!

The Sword Dao of the master of the Sword Tomb has dominated this world, shining brightly in all directions, suppressing them all so that they cannot move!

Jian Yi spoke in a low voice:

"After this sword strike, I will die and my soul will perish, and my wife will also pass away—but all things in the world will be buried with my wife."

He gently stroked the peach tree beside the pavilion and whispered:

"From this day forward, the world will be forever empty except for you."

The sword rang out at that moment.

"No!!" The Lord of the Divine Temple's eyes widened in horror. "I can offer you the Immortal Elixir of Immortality!!"

"It's too late."

The Sword Tomb Master spoke calmly:

"I have become one with the Sword Dao, and I cannot stop. After this light, I will burn to dust, and the world will turn pale, leaving only the peach tree."

The Human Realm then began to crack.

Both of the ancient Venerable Ones began to crack as well.

The master of the Sword Tomb is burning, transforming into the Dao, dying and entering annihilation, becoming an ordinary Sword Qi and sword light.

He sighed:

"I thought that the older something was, the more powerful it would be, but the two of you are so utterly vulnerable—so be it, so be it."

"All things perish."

The Human Realm was being annihilated in the boundless river of Sword Qi, and the two Venerables were also about to die—in fact, they were the things that had persisted the longest.

Aside from the two people, the master of the Sword Tomb, and the peach tree.

In the Mortal World, all things have been lost, leaving only a pure, pale color.

Earth, mountains, rivers, cities, dynasties

They have all fallen apart in the long river of Sword Qi.

When everything comes to an end.

The Lord of the Divine Temple gazed in despair at the boundless paleness and murmured:

"Such swordsmanship still exists in this world!"

Before He could finish speaking, a curious voice rang out:

"What is this sword strike called?"

The Sword Tomb Master, who was in the process of transforming into a Daoist, replied in a low voice:

"Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth. Hmm?"

He suddenly realized something was wrong; was that a fourth person's voice?

Beside the peach tree, a fourth person appeared, in addition to the three deceased Venerables.

The Lord of the Divine Temple and the Lord of the Martial Hut looked over in astonishment, only to see a face that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.

A thunderbolt seemed to strike their minds, suddenly bringing to mind events from over ten thousand years ago—was it him?

It's Him!!

It's that monk, that Giant Buddha!

The three dying, transforming deities stared in horror at the suddenly appearing young man.

The young man gently stroked the peach tree, picked a peach blossom, and then softly blew on it.

The peach blossom crumbled, turning into dust, which drifted towards the now pale and desolate Human Realm.

Then.

The paleness began to fade.

The Sword Tomb Master gazed around in a daze, watching the collapsed Heavenly Sword Mountain gradually reassemble, and seeing mountains and rivers, cities and dynasties, and all living beings.

Everything annihilated in the river of Sword Qi energy

They all reappeared from the faded paleness!!

Birdsong and fragrant flowers, beasts and birds, a swordsman carrying a tray, and an old woman whose wounds are beyond healing and whose lifespan is nearing its end.

Even the two venerable ones are completely unharmed.

Even he himself, who was in the process of metamorphosis, was healed.

The Sword Tomb Master looked at the young man in a daze:

"Who are you?"

"What kind of tactic is this?"

With his back to the three venerable ones, Zhang Fusheng gently stroked the peach tree, feeling the rough texture of the trunk.

He laughed:

"In a sense, here, in this place, you can consider me to be."

"Heavenly Father."

"As for this method, I only need to Time Reversal a little, it's just a matter of a thought."

After a moment's pause, the young man turned around. Primordial Auspicious Clouds rose and fell, Thirty-six colored light draped behind him, accompanied by a hazy Buddha Light glow, the lingering sound of Brahma Chant, and the swaying of Bodhi beads.

It resembles both Daoism and Buddhism.

It is both Buddhism and Daoism.

He looked at the middle-aged man named Jian Yi with great admiration and exclaimed:

"Your Sword Dao skills far exceed my expectations."

"Little one, how about we make a deal?"