Why Not Let Fellow Daoist Taiching Bear Witness?

A vast expanse of purple qi aura pressed down on the east of Chang'an, while a hazy, surging light of Buddha Light rose and fell on the west of Chang'an.

Nezha, in his transformed form, raised his head.

Gazing at the purple qi and Buddha Light locked in a stalemate in the sky, he let out a soft breath.

"He's actually sitting in the Buddha Ancestor's throne. Who is this person?"

"Which old monster from the old world is it?"

He murmured, a solemn expression on his face, trying his best to conceal his figure, his three heads and six arms all curled up.

Now is not a good time to show up.

The same thought echoed in Li Xiuyuan's mind. He took Cui Linglong and hid far away outside Chang'an, gazing at the purple qi and Buddha Light.

Beside her, Cui Linglong asked softly:

"What's the situation now?"

"I don't know, and I dare not look into it, but judging from the strange sights in the sky, the two sides are probably in a standoff."

Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the deep-seated hatred in his eyes, and spoke in a low voice:

"I don't know who this World Honored One is, but the Northern Emperor..."

He closed his eyes.

Li Xiuyuan hated the Buddha Ancestor and also hated the Northern Emperor. From the current perspective, that World Honored One was definitely not the reincarnation of Shakyamuni Buddha Ancestor, but the Northern Emperor was the real Northern Emperor.

He said softly:

"The Northern Emperor is the number one person in the Daluo. He only needs one more step to become an unparalleled figure."

Cui Linglong remained silent. She didn't know what the Daluo was, nor did she know what the Supreme was.

But she could sense the bitterness and resentment in her husband's heart, so she reached out and gently patted Li Xiuyuan's back:

"It will be alright."

Li Xiuyuan opened his mouth, his face showing even more bitterness.

Will it?

He took a breath and spoke again, as if narrating to Cui Linglong, yet also as if talking to himself:

"Those immortals and Buddhas sitting at the highest positions are all man-eating monsters."

As Li Xiuyuan narrated, he trembled slightly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Cui Linglong pursed her lips and remained silent, continuing to gently pat his back.

The purple qi in the sky grew even more intense.

Beyond the Other Shore World.

Kong Shentong, holding the exquisite pagoda in his hands, asked the true spirit suppressed and trapped within it:

"Great God of the Three Altars, what is the situation in the Other Shore World now?"

Nezha, true spirit, spoke up in a muffled voice:

"No matter what, a big guy has awakened. I suggest you leave immediately."

He was perfectly clear-headed; with the exquisite pagoda in this guy's hands, he still had a chance to escape.

But what if it falls back into Li Jing's hands?

Nezha pursed his lips.

"Big guy?"

Kong Shentong asked curiously:

How big is it?

Taking a deep breath, Nezha's true spirit finally spoke:

Do you know about Daluo?

Kong Shentong paused for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Natural knowledge is the highest realm that may exist in speculation."

Nezha interrupted:

"The one who awakens in the Other Shore World is the Daluo Immortal of the old world, who controls all the stars, a portion of the cycle of life and death, and is also the [Northern Heavenly Emperor]."

Kong Shentong's pupils suddenly contracted. The number one person in the Daluo?

After only a brief moment of thought,

Without hesitation, he picked up the exquisite pagoda, turned around, and left.

"I need to go back and tell the Speaker. As for you, investigate further and report back later!"

Nezha nodded sullenly.

Yin Chang'an, Imperial Palace, Taiji Hall.

A handsome young man stood at the entrance of the Taiji Hall, behind him, the Wheel of All Daos slowly turning, causing the void to crack and shatter from the friction.

Beside Him, the Nine-Zhang Bodhi tree swayed in the wind.

The two sides remain in a standoff.

The Northern Emperor gazed at the handsome young man he had never seen before, pondering the name 'Zhang Fusheng' —a name he had never heard of either.

Which powerful figure from the old world was it?

Could it be supreme?

No, it won't.

The Supreme Being could never have appeared at this point in time.

The Northern Emperor narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:

Who exactly is Fellow Daoist Zhang?

As they spoke, the purple qi in the sky surged even more violently, threatening to overwhelm the Buddha Light's light—though He was now a venerable being,

Yet he also holds sway over the entire city of Chang'an, wielding an extremely powerful Great Trend of Humanity!

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless and smiled as he said:

"As you see, Fellow Northern Emperor Beidi, I am the World-Honored Tathagata, and you may also call me the Buddha Ancestor Fusheng."

The Northern Emperor stood with his hands behind his back and calmly spoke:

"Besides?"

The purple qi in the sky churned, forcing back the Buddha Light's light. The purple hue had broken through the Buddha Light and the Brahma Chant, shining onto Zhang Fusheng's face.

Zhang Fusheng responded calmly as well:

"Besides?"

Behind him Wheel of All Daos slowly turned, bursting forth with chaotic light, and illusory figures leaped up.

"In addition, I am also the progenitor of humanity."

'Boom!!'

The purple qi aura suddenly retreated a hundred miles.

How could the Great Trend of Humanity possibly oppress its progenitor?

The Northern Emperor's eyes flickered, passing over the handsome young man and landing on the food box, the suspended sword, and the purple robe:

"What a great progenitor of humanity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing understood immediately, took a step forward, and his power swept forward like a tsunami!

The Northern Emperor spoke at the same time:

"Besides the progenitor of humanity, who else are you, fellow Daoist?"

The overwhelming power pressed down upon him, Zhang Fusheng, like a small boat in a storm, swayed but did not capsize.

He was slightly startled, realizing that although Li Jing was only a powerful being at this moment, he was far beyond what ordinary powerful beings could compare to!

After all, he was once a Heavenly King in the Heavenly Court.

Heavenly Court

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the remaining twenty-three members of the Lingyan Pavilion also drew closer. Yuan Tiandao held up a corner of the Heavenly Book, while Wei Busǐ cradled the Dragon Slaying Sword.

The handsome young man said slowly and deliberately:

"Except for the World-Honored Tathagata, the Tathagata, and the progenitor of humanity."

"Then I shall still be [the Emperor]."

The second Heavenly Throne suddenly appeared—it came from the beings upstream, from the Heavenly Throne bestowed by the true Heavenly Emperor!

The Six Imperial Ones of Heavenly Court: Qinghua in the East, Changsheng in the South, Gouchen in the West, and Ziwei in the North!

Then comes [Heaven and Earth].

One is in a superior position, and the other is in a subordinate position.

The moment the Huangtian Heavenly Position, although it did not match Zhang Fusheng's Essence, Qi, and Spirit, both the Northern Emperor and Li Jing changed color!

Especially the latter, the radiant Dawei unconsciously shrank by three points, and then by another three points!

He was originally a minister of Heavenly Court.

"Heavens above... It seems you are connected to the Jade Emperor." The Northern Emperor spoke in a low voice, a hint of apprehension finally appearing on his face.

Zhang Fusheng grinned, glanced casually at Li Jing, and asked:

"When did you, a minister of the Central Heavenly Court, come to serve the Northern Heavenly Court? Was the Jade Emperor too unkind to you in the past?"

Li Jing stood frozen, drenched in sweat, struggling to breathe under the overwhelming pressure.

He felt guilty.

The two sides continued their clash and stalemate, and even the vast imperial palace began to teeter on the brink of collapse.

The Northern Emperor's final question:

"The World-Honored Tathagata, Tathagata, the progenitor of humanity, the Sovereign of the Six Imperial Ones."

"But who exactly are you?"

"Just as I am the Northern Emperor, who were you originally?"

As each question was uttered, the smile on Zhang Fusheng's face vanished, and he suddenly realized that the Northern Emperor had probably guessed something.

A moment of silence.

The Bodhi Tree, the position of the progenitor of humanity, and the heavenly throne of the Supreme Heaven all quietly merged into the Wheel of All Daos.

Zhang Fusheng patted his sleeves and stood like a sword blade in front of the Taiji Hall.

So He said:

"As you can see, I am the Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life, and also the one in charge of the journey to the West."

The authoritative voice rolled in all directions— Zhang Fusheng had already heard everything the other party said through the mental imprint he had quietly left on Li Xiuyuan.

They naturally learned what the Northern Emperor was seeking.

The only thing that puzzled Him was: who exactly was Li Xiuyuan? And why did he hate Buddha Ancestor, the Northern Emperor, and all the immortals and Buddhas to such an extent?

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life?"

The Northern Emperor lowered his eyelids:

"So, Fellow Daoist Fusheng intends to compete with me?"

Zhang Fusheng chuckled lightly, said nothing, and the Ethereal Immortal Slaying Sword appeared in his hand, which he tossed lightly.

The Ethereal Immortal Slaying Sword stood erect before the group.

"Anyone who crosses this sword will be killed without mercy."

He spoke calmly, and seeing that the Northern Emperor was about to step over him, he shrugged again.

The [Nail Head Seven Arrows Book] appeared in my palm.

The Northern Emperor silently withdrew his foot, which he had just raised.

His expression was solemn, and he understood the person before him even less. The less he understood, the more wary he became.

"I didn't expect this treasure to also be in your hands, fellow Daoist."

The Northern Emperor spoke calmly:

"It seems you intend to fight me to the very end, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Fusheng smiled without saying a word, turned around, grabbed the food box, and ate all the stewed meat inside.

Then came the second food box, the third, and the fourth.

Until only eighteen food boxes remained, He devoured them all—He truly could not contain such a vast amount of energy.

However, the Wheel of All Daos can store these terrifying water-based, divine essences and Merit Purple Qi within it!

Why not eat it if it's free?

Outside the Taiji Hall, the Northern Emperor's expression was extremely grim, but he quickly regained his composure.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, in a low voice:

"Fellow Daoist, are you truly willing to fight me at any cost?"

Zhang Fusheng let out a satisfied burp, but instead of answering, he asked:

"Where is the Emperor Tang? Release him."

He gazed at the Northern Emperor and calmly spoke:

"I promised Er Feng that I would sever his ties with you and release him. As for the journey to the west, I will allow you to participate."

The Northern Emperor squinted and asked:

How to intervene?

Zhang Fusheng replied:

"You may arrange two people to go on the pilgrimage."

"Not enough." The Northern Emperor lowered his eyes. "Even if I were to arrange all four myself, it would still be far from enough."

"What I want is the leading position on the westward journey."

Zhang Fusheng firmly rejected the idea.

"Northern Emperor Beidi, do you truly possess the ability to fight me to the death right now? And do you truly have the courage?"

"A scheme planned over countless years, succeeded in a single day?"

Zhang Fusheng sneered:

"If you miss this opportunity, once all the Supreme Beings return, you may not have another chance to attain enlightenment!"

The Northern Emperor remained expressionless.

"Fellow Daoist knows quite a lot, but I'm more curious about who this old friend of yours is."

Zhang Fusheng smiled but did not answer—he had just learned all of this from the Eastern Emperor's head.

In fact, if you really want to face the Northern Emperor

Zhang Fusheng estimated that he would suffer a crushing defeat.

No matter what, he is the number one person in the Daluo, the Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole, and the person closest to the Supreme Fruit Position!

But he gambled that the Northern Emperor wouldn't dare to fight to the death or make any rash moves.

The stronger a person is, the more cautious they are, and the more careful they are when facing the unknown.

A long silence followed.

The Northern Emperor spoke calmly:

"How about we each compromise? Fellow Daoist, hand over my imperial robes, and I'll immediately lead Chang'an City away. What do you say?"

Zhang Fusheng asked coldly:

Where is the Emperor Tang?

The Northern Emperor laughed:

"Fellow Daoist, are you feigning ignorance? The Emperor Tang is none other than myself; how could I sever ties? Even if I could..."

After a moment, the smile on his face faded.

"If you, fellow Daoist, lend me a hand and help my true spirit emerge from the Nine Netherworld seal, I might be willing to release Emperor Tang."

"Otherwise, without him, how could I exist in this world?"

Zhang Fusheng seemed to be deep in thought, and after a long silence, he asked:

Where is Yuan Feidao?

The Northern Emperor was taken aback, and it took him a while to remember who this was:

"Nature has returned to dust, and ashes to ashes."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly.

Grandmaster is gone just like that?

He closed his eyes, and the twenty-four men beside the Northern Emperor stood ready for battle.

The purple qi in the sky grew increasingly dense, and starlight began to appear around the Northern Emperor, as if evolving into the most ancient primordial stars!

A war seemed imminent.

Despite his deep fear, the Northern Emperor was truly determined to fight to the death—it seemed that without the Ziwei Emperor Robe, he could not attain enlightenment or the Supreme Fruit Position.

The handsome young man suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly:

"It's not impossible for both sides to compromise."

"We've reached a deal—since you want that purple robe, Fellow Daoist Northern Emperor, you must offer something in return."

The Northern Emperor's expression shifted:

"What kind of deal? How will it be conducted? And how can I ensure that you won't go back on your word?"

The young man carrying the Wheel of All Daos suddenly smiled:

"That's easy."

"Then let Fellow Daoist Taiqing be the witness."

As soon as the words fell lightly, the Northern Emperor's expression changed drastically.

Who?

Daoist fellow Taiqing?

He suddenly felt a chill and subconsciously raised his head.

In the sky, a magnificent, illusory scene had appeared out of nowhere.

It is a 'Mysterious Yellow Waterfall' that reaches the heavens and the earth.

It is the majestic Dao Palace atop the Mysterious Yellow Waterfall, or rather, the [Buzhou Heavenly Pillar].

Above the Dao Palace temple, there are only three characters on the plaque.

[Eight Sceneries Palace].

Thus, at this moment, Chang'an, both inside and out, was utterly silent.

Yuan Tiandao was sweating profusely, Nezha was dumbfounded, Li Xiuyuan's hair stood on end, and as for the Northern Emperor—

He remained silent for a long time, gazing up at the majestic Dao Palace.