Trading with the Northern Emperor, Journey West to Seize the Scriptures!
(This is a combined update. The missing words are due to a break to organize my thoughts. I will make up for the missing three to four thousand words on Wednesday.)
Ten thousand miles underground, within a illusory sky woven from various magical arrays.
The sun blazed brightly, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the wind and clouds swirled.
Then it is in the center of the sky.
It seems there is a river, a river that is clearly confined to the vast sky, yet appears infinitely wide and endless within sight.
The river is made up of countless threads, but the shapes of the threads are not clearly visible. Upstream, there appear to be palaces.
Within the hazy, illusory river, a Mysterious Yellow Waterfall surges upstream, supporting the [Eight Sceneries Palace] atop a height far exceeding the river's edge.
Most people don't know what kind of river this is.
But some people know.
"Years, time, history."
Li Xiuyuan spoke in a daze, his face filled with the purest, uncontrollable fear.
Beside her, Cui Linglong asked softly:
"What's the meaning?"
Li Xiuyuan remained lost in thought, only instinctively replying:
"When I was gazing upon the Daluo realm, in the year I was about to attain the Daluo Fruit Position, I glimpsed this river and briefly poked my head out of its waters."
"This is the long river of time, years, and history; within it lies the past and present, all Timeline, all branches and trunks."
He swallowed slowly.
He said, trembling:
"The Eight Sceneries Palace, towering above the river of time... Within the Dao Palace, perhaps, truly lies the Great Purity!!"
Cui Linglong felt a little dizzy. The long river of time and history?
"Taiqing, who is that?"
This time, Li Xiuyuan did not answer, but murmured:
"Taiqing is simply Taiqing; words cannot describe its magnificence, it cannot be fully seen, imagined, or comprehended."
"Speak little, think little, look little."
As soon as he finished speaking,
To Cui Linglong's astonishment, Li Xiuyuan suddenly dropped to the ground, burying his head in the soil like a trembling ostrich.
Cui Linglong remained speechless for a long time.
The entire city of Chang'an fell silent for a long time, with only a few creatures whispering among themselves.
They sometimes refer to him as "Lord Taiqing" or "Boundless Heavenly Venerate".
For example, Nezha is truly divine, and Huang Qiuxian, who follows the old governor—of course, the old governor has now converted to Buddhism and is one of the Arhats under the Buddha.
He, along with the other forty-four Arhats, were following the Buddha's command, hiding outside Chang'an, waiting quietly.
But it seems we no longer need them.
Meanwhile, in the palace, in front of the Taiji Hall.
Li Jing was drenched in sweat and had completely lost his voice—the stronger he became, the more he understood the meaning of the two words [Taiqing].
Even the Northern Emperor could only look up in awe at this moment.
The hazy river in the sky is not clearly visible, but the Eight Scenic Dao Palace on the river have already opened their gates.
Chaotic energy was slowly flowing out from it, descending along the eighty-one white jade steps, and cascading down at the very end to form a chaotic waterfall.
As for the scenery within the Dao Palace?
It was dark and gloomy.
What the eye sees is nothing.
It was just an endless, boundless, and profound abyss.
For a very long time.
The Northern Emperor silently bowed towards the Heavenly Dao Palace, without the slightest doubt—though the countless threads within the blurred river were indistinct,
But it is clearly the long river of time!
Only those below the Daluo Daluo level who have never seen the river of time can truly appreciate its entirety and cannot fabricate it.
And.
The supreme Daoist aura emanating from the Eight Sceneries Palace was truly tangible.
Just like countless years ago.
The Northern Emperor recalled his first visit to the Eight Sceneries Palace many, many years ago, and bowed once more towards that Dao Palace.
Then, with difficulty, he straightened his head, turned his gaze, and looked at the handsome young man who stood quietly, bearing the Wheel of All Daos on his back.
Another long silence followed.
"Fellow Daoist, you are truly capable." The Northern Emperor spoke somewhat hoarsely, "However, I do not understand how Fellow Daoist Taiqing could personally come here in this year?"
As the foremost being of the Daluo, one of the Six Imperial Ones of Heavenly Court, and also one of the oldest beings,
Although the Northern Emperor was not supreme, he could be considered an equal to many Supreme Beings—even though in a fleeting, long-overwritten historical period, he was the son of Doumu Yuanjun.
Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged, seemingly calm and undisturbed.
He stood there at the cracked gate of the Taiji Hall, amidst the scattered and crumbling Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array, facing the Northern Emperor, and then said:
"What are your thoughts on the transaction, Fellow Northern Emperor?"
The Northern Emperor exhaled a breath of stale air, no longer gazing up at the Eight Sceneries Palace, which transcended the limits of ordinary beings' thinking.
He spoke in a low voice:
"I am not the true self, and I have nothing to offer in exchange for Fellow Daoist Fusheng."
"Therefore—what exactly does my fellow Daoist desire?"
Upon hearing the Northern Emperor's question, Zhang Fusheng revealed a profound and enigmatic smile—He himself did not know what he should want.
Then.
"With the Ziwei Emperor Robe and that sword, I can spare half of the remaining twenty-four plates of peaches."
"So, Northern Emperor Beidi, what do you think these things are worth to you now?"
The Northern Emperor's eyelids twitched. What did he mean by 'giving away half'?
Aren't all of these lonely?!
He felt a slight toothache and suddenly became certain that this fellow Daoist Fusheng's true form in the old world was probably indeed from the Buddhist sect.
It's just unclear whether he's under the command of Amitabha Buddha, Bodhi, or perhaps even the Buddha Ancestor.
It's most likely Buddha Ancestor.
The reason is quite simple: such a shameless person perfectly aligns with the practices of Western religions. Everything in the world, even all spirits...
Once they reached their territory and closed their eyes, they inexplicably became theirs!
Taking a deep breath, the Northern Emperor gritted his teeth, suppressing his various emotions.
Then he spoke in a deep voice:
"A treasure? I myself am currently penniless. If I were to promise such a thing, fellow Daoist, you might not believe me."
"In the end, I have no choice but to exchange goods for the law."
He paused for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes:
"But I don't know your true form, so how could I know what techniques you know or don't know?"
Zhang Fusheng's heart sank; he knew that if things went wrong, his true intentions could be easily exposed.
He didn't really understand the profound mysteries of the Daluo level; at most, he had only heard a little about them from mythological stories in his previous life.
Of course, there's also the technique that the Northern Emperor was skilled in, as mentioned by the Eastern Emperor's head.
As thoughts turned,
Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:
"Northern Emperor Beidi has a method to sever my Dao-possessed body; it is truly ingenious."
The Northern Emperor's expression changed again as he stared at Zhang Fusheng:
"Who exactly are you? How do you even know this method?"
After a moment's pause, as if suddenly realizing something, He sighed softly and gazed up at the Eight Sceneries Palace for a brief moment:
"Indeed, there are no secrets before those Supreme Beings."
"To sever my spiritual path in exchange for these things is not entirely unacceptable."
The Northern Emperor agreed, but Zhang Fusheng shook his head:
"Not enough."
The Northern Emperor's eye twitched:
"Fellow Daoist, don't go too far. It's best if we each leave ourselves some room to maneuver."
Zhang Fusheng simply smiled:
"With Fellow Daoist Taiqing as my witness, it has always been an exchange of one thing for another."
"One technique can be exchanged for one thing—but there are three things here, so Fellow Daoist Northern Emperor will need to come up with two more wondrous techniques."
The Northern Emperor asked in a deep voice:
What else do you want?
He thought this guy was somewhat greedy, and at the same time, he was calculating which of his unknown Secret Method he could keep.
Can be calculated,
But the Northern Emperor heard the insatiable 'Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life' speak with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist, you may have misunderstood. I am not making excessive demands; I am simply acting in accordance with Fellow Daoist Taiqing's rules."
The Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life said casually:
"Fellow Daoist, please provide two more techniques, any kind will do—of course, along with the time allotted for cultivating those techniques, which I will then bestow upon future generations. That would be quite a good idea."
As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.
How many years did the Northern Emperor live?
Too many to count!
From ancient times to the present, such a figure is only one in infinitesimal. You must know that such a person must have experienced countless Timeline and countless versions of history!
In the long river of time, there are countless threads, but only the very top thread represents the present moment.
The remaining threads, however, are all from the original history before they were altered time and time again.
For example, by knocking on the Gate of the Past thousands of times, one creates thousands of threads, thousands of different timelines and historical lines.
Just as Zhang Fusheng was lost in thought,
A look of confusion appeared on the Northern Emperor's face:
"Cultivation. Time?"
At first, He was puzzled, but then his expression changed drastically, and he was speechless with astonishment!
Even the oldest witness to countless years of history paled in comparison at this moment!
The Northern Emperor spoke dryly:
"Trading cultivation time... that thing ultimately ended up in the hands of Fellow Daoist Taiqing?"
"No wonder Fellow Daoist Taiqing can reflect the present moment; no wonder you invited Fellow Daoist Taiqing to witness this."
Zhang Fusheng's heart skipped a beat; it seemed that the Northern Emperor also knew of the existence of the Contract Book.
Contract Book, oh Contract Book, what are you, really?
Confused,
Zhang Fusheng heard the Northern Emperor take a deep breath and continue.
"Fellow Daoist, we both know that I cannot entrust you with too much of my time, as that would cause me to lose [the meaning of Perfection]."
Zhang Fusheng's heart sank.
Ha??
The Northern Emperor continued:
"Two techniques, or even a supreme technique, are acceptable, but I can only spare a blink of an eye at most."
Zhang Fusheng smiled:
"A blink of an eye? Fellow Daoist, you truly lack sincerity?"
The Northern Emperor's expression darkened:
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. How come such a long period of time is not enough for Fellow Daoist Fusheng to bestow upon future generations?"
Zhang Fusheng's smile remained indifferent, his expression unchanged and his heart unmoved.
"It's a bit too shabby, but I didn't mean to make things difficult for you, Northern Emperor. Just blink away!"
His heart pounded; how many years had passed?
One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years!
Two wondrous techniques, two blinks of an eye, and nearly 260,000 years have passed!!
From the first use of Contract Book to the present day, from ordinary people to the present...
Even if Zhang Fusheng were to consume all the time he had, it wouldn't amount to 260,000 years!
This number was far too large for Him.
"Since we have reached a consensus..."
Zhang Fusheng spoke slowly:
"Why not end this farce sooner rather than later, and have Fellow Daoist Taiqing as our witness?"
The Northern Emperor nodded and said:
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fusheng stopped talking and cupped his hands towards the sky, saying loudly:
"Fellow Daoist Taiqing, please bear witness for today."
Many gazes instinctively turned towards the Heavenly Dao Palace with awe.
The Eight Sceneries Palace was extremely deep and secluded, making it impossible to see clearly, but a faint, chaotic light could be seen shining from within.
This chaotic light wasn't particularly intense, yet it carried a subtle, ineffable charm.
Light and shadow intertwine beneath the sky, transforming into a grand contract that illuminates the Mortal World!
The great contract was obscure, inaccessible to ordinary people; its contents were only understood by the Northern Emperor and Zhang Fusheng.
It was Zhang Fusheng who used twelve dishes containing thirty-six peaches, the Ziwei Emperor Robe, and the hanging sword in the Taiji Hall.
In exchange, he obtained the Northern Emperor's Secret Method, [Slaying My Dao].
It also revealed the Great Divine Ability of "Star Shifting and Battle Changing" and its 129,600 years of cultivation history.
In addition, there is the Great Divine Ability of [Body Flying and Traces Entrusted] and the same amount of time spent cultivating.
Zhang Fusheng forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart.
Two Great Divine Ability!!
This Northern Emperor, what a grand gesture!
While Zhang Fusheng was overjoyed, he also felt a pang of anxiety.
He understood that what the Northern Emperor had given him was probably a method he didn't consider very powerful—therefore, it was two Great Divine Ability.
Judging from this limited glimpse, just how many wondrous techniques and Divine Ability does this guy possess?
If just now, He had chosen to fight to the death with Him.
Thunderous shock pounded in his chest, but Zhang Fusheng remained calm and waited for the transaction to be completed—and so it was.
The three Secret Method and Great Divine Ability all quietly disappeared into the ball of light.
The twelve plates of peaches, the Ziwei Emperor Robe, and the suspended sword in the Taiji Hall also fell into the hands of the Northern Emperor.
As the light and shadows faded, the Eight Sceneries Palace, along with many other strange sights, disappeared, and the sky returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.
It was at this time.
The Northern Emperor smiled, his gaze deep and profound.
"Fellow Daoist Fusheng, how should we discuss this journey to the West?"
"Is it according to the old rules, where subordinates fight each other, and the winner is determined by our own abilities?"
Zhang Fusheng nodded:
"That is certainly the case. However, the journey to the west must be initiated first. Since the Emperor Tang is temporarily unable to leave the Nine Netherworlds, shall you, fellow Daoist, become the Emperor Tang?"
"This was exactly what I intended."
The Northern Emperor's eyes shone brightly, and he said meaningfully:
"World-Honored Tathagata I become the Emperor Tang, and you, my fellow Daoist, are the World-Honored One, Tathagata, then is this journey to the West merely a replay of the past, a quest for scriptures at Mount Ling, or..."
"Or will it be a reversal, a reenactment of history that wasn't buried, with the pilgrims on their journey to the West as the starting point, and me personally leading troops from Chang'an to attack Mount Ling?"
"Then let's all rely on our own abilities!"
As His words drifted over, Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine.
There was once a period of history that was altered and covered up.
The result of the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures was that the Tang Dynasty sent troops and attacked Mount Ling.
To seek the scriptures is not to obtain them, but to steal them.
A tremor ran through my heart.
Zhang Fusheng calmly said:
"Later, I will send a new Guanyin to Chang'an to hold a grand water and land ceremony to enlighten the pilgrims on their journey to the West."
The Northern Emperor Smiles:
"They might not be the ones seeking the scriptures; perhaps they're the ones stealing them—whether they're going to the West to obtain the scriptures or to steal them, we'll see in the future!"
"But now, who has the fellow Daoist chosen to undertake the pilgrimage?"
Zhang Fusheng didn't hide anything. He reached out and pulled a living being from outside Chang'an City— Li Xiuyuan.
The latter's face paled slightly, and he didn't dare to resist much; everything that had just happened had almost terrified him.
However.
The Northern Emperor glanced sideways at Li Xiuyuan, and was slightly taken aback:
"It's you?"
He clicked his tongue and sighed:
"Buddhism emphasizes compassion. This person has already endured the hardships of the journey to the West, yet you insist that he undergo the same ordeal again?"
"Compassion! Compassion!"
The Northern Emperor proclaimed mercy, yet his words were clearly mocking. Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged, but he was utterly bewildered.
What is that?
'Li Xiuyuan,' or rather the true spirit occupying Li Xiuyuan's body, is one of the four people and one horse who went on the journey to the West?
First, we can rule out the Monkey King.
Who exactly is Li Xiuyuan?
Zhang Fusheng was surprised, but he didn't show it, and simply said:
"The cycle of cause and effect continues. He once traveled west, so it is only natural that he should take on the responsibility of traveling west now."
The Northern Emperor, unusually, did not object; in fact, he wholeheartedly agreed and wanted Li Xiuyuan to come and learn from him, his face practically beaming with joy.
"As for now, fellow Daoist, are you going to sit here in Chang'an?"
Zhang Fusheng chuckled, gave Li Xiuyuan a deep look, and walked away.
In an instant, it vanished into the underground Chang'an.
After He left.
The Northern Emperor's smile remained unchanged. He turned his head, sized up Li Xiuyuan, and clicked his tongue in amazement.
"I really don't know what this Fellow Daoist Fusheng was thinking."
"You should deeply abhor the journey to the West, and also deeply abhor Mount Ling—in this way, He will make you the one who retrieves the scriptures, and you can also be my one who steals the scriptures."
After a short while,
The Northern Emperor reached out and gently patted Li Xiuyuan's shoulder:
"I remember that in the very beginning of history, you have always followed me. Now, perhaps you can return to my command."
Li Xiuyuan opened his mouth, a deep sense of powerlessness enveloping him. He simply made a slow bow and spoke in a dry voice:
"Your Majesty, I have come to pay my respects."
The Northern Emperor chuckled:
"But you're a bit too weak. Hmm, I've got it."
He captured a peach, tossed it to Li Xiuyuan, and then casually pointed at it.
Yuan Tiandao and Wei Busǐ, along with other members of the Yuan and Wei families, were in front of the Taiji Hall.
Before they could even scream in agony, they were all refined into a single pill, which floated in Li Xiuyuan's hand.
Li Xiuyuan's eyelids twitched violently.
"What's wrong? Does this remind you of some unpleasant memories?" the Northern Emperor said calmly. "But you must remember that the matter of devouring you was orchestrated by Mount Ling."
"If you have a grudge, you should seek it out at Mount Ling—you are the most suitable person to be the one who steals the scriptures."
Li Xiuyuan silent, then bowed again.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He buried the hatred deep within his eyes.
The Northern Emperor smiled, turned and walked into the Taiji Hall, leaving behind a casual remark:
"You were once my True Lord Tianpeng, the head of my Four Saints of the North Pole, and even Zhenwu followed your lead."
"Later, he was stripped of his Fruit Position, demoted to the Milky Way, made Marshal Tianpeng, and then reincarnated as a pig in the mortal realm—these are all the tribulations destined in your fate."
"Your trials and tribulations are over."
"Tianpeng, oh Tianpeng, if you truly can seize the scriptures, you might very well regain your position as the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, or even..."
Upon entering the Taiji Hall, the Northern Emperor sat upon his throne, now draped in the Ziwei Emperor Robe.
The cracked and broken Taiji Hall has been restored to its original state.
The twenty-four people from the Lingyan Pavilion filed into the hall, all prostrating themselves in worship and calling out "Your Majesty."
The Northern Emperor gazed intently at Li Xiuyuan and continued:
"In fact, if I were to attain enlightenment, it wouldn't be unreasonable for you to take the position of [Ziwei the Great Emperor of the Celestial Pole]."
"In the earliest days of history, when you were still the Great True Lord Tianpeng and the head of the Four Saints of the North Pole, this book was written so that you would inherit the throne of the Northern Emperor."
Li Xiuyuan remained silent, but quietly bowed outside the Taiji Hall.
The Other Shore Mountain.
The Divine Realm, within the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng stood Gate of the Past, quietly observing everything.
"Tianpeng... it turns out to be Zhu Bajie."
"He hates Lingshan? Yes, he does."
Zhang Fusheng thought of the stewed meat in the twenty-four food boxes, which included both the meat of the Golden Cicada and the meat of the Altar Cleanser Envoy.
What ultimately happened to all those who went on the pilgrimage to the West?
Zhang Fusheng didn't know, but he understood that he would soon find out; he could simply ask Li Xiuyuan later.
"Those twenty-four boxes of meat were meant for the Northern Emperor. If the Altar Cleanser Envoy truly harbored hatred, why would he only hate Mount Ling?"
As he muttered to himself, Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, communicated with the Contract Book, and gained insight into the Secret Method and two Great Divine Ability contained within.
Needless to say, severing my connection to the Dao would allow me to sever the World-Honored One and have him take my place in the Other Shore World, in the Other Shore Mountain.
As for his true identity?
Then you can step back into the bustling Mortal World, go to the forty-nine provinces, and go to the capital!
The only problem is, how to get the real person out of the public eye and out of the spotlight?
After all, everyone in the world knows the Buddha Ancestor Fusheng, so it's likely that the name of the Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life will soon spread throughout the world as well.
"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early."
A smile bloomed on Zhang Fusheng's face. The concept of "[All Things Are Empty]" naturally allowed him to conceal himself; after all, he could sever even the secrets of heaven and diminish the very essence of existence.
However, this wondrous method of cause and effect consumes far too much energy—but...
Zhang Fusheng's gaze fell upon the other two orbs of light.
Great Divine Ability, Star Shifting and Battle Changing, Body Flying and Traces Entrusted.
Star Shifting and Battle Changing, one of the Great Divine Ability of the Heavenly Gang.
It can alter celestial phenomena, and also obscure and tamper with heavenly secrets; as the saying goes, "When Heaven unleashes its murderous intent, it shifts the stars and changes their constellations."
The Heavenly Secrets are like the Heaven's Will. Sages enlighten the mind, and thus this Great Divine Ability is the wondrous method of the Heavenly Secrets, which is the great art of life and death!
"Star Shifting and Battle Changing can easily alter the secrets of heaven; if one adds the Body Flying and Traces Entrusted..."
Zhang Fusheng smiled, his gaze fixed on the ball of light that Body Flying and Traces Entrusted.
Body Flying and Traces Entrusted is also one of the Great Divine Ability of the Heavenly Gang.
It allows itself to roam freely between heaven and earth, and to travel throughout the four seas, yet leaves only a trace.
The true nature of the body is unknowable, unverifiable, and unobservable; it exists in the world, yet is not seen within it.
These two Great Divine Ability, combined with the method of severing self and relying on the Dao, and some of the wondrous applications of the All Things Are Empty,
"In that case..."
"I have severed the body of the World Honored One and placed it upon the Sword Dao. My true self can completely rely on these two Great Divine Ability to hide in the Mortal World and escape all attention!"
Zhang Fusheng's eyes were bright and piercing.
At that time, he could have left the Other Shore World under a different identity without being noticed by the powerful and the Northern Emperor.
You can go to Forty-Nine Provinces, and even the capital!
After silently calculating for a moment, Zhang Fusheng seemed to be deep in thought:
"The final cause and effect of Junior Sister's story points to the capital city. She went to the capital city, and she is right there in the capital city."
"Unfortunately, the capital was shrouded in fog, and even with my understanding of cause and effect, I couldn't discern much more."
Zhang Fusheng sighed and lowered his eyes.
The capital city is the gathering place of the Federation's powerful figures. The headquarters of the Nine Departments are all located in the capital city, which means that there are at least nine Grand Director and nine Great Divine Ability User figures in the capital city!
Going there would definitely be very dangerous.
But the returns will be enormous.
"To play chess with the Northern Emperor."
Zhang Fusheng understood that sitting idly on the Other Shore Mountain was simply not the way to defeat the Northern Emperor.
The other party will eventually discover the clues, and at that time...
"I really have to go to the capital, not just to find Lin Dongxi and bring her back to Mount Ling, so that all three Buddha Ancestor of Mount Ling are present."
"The capital still contains the Six Paths of Reincarnation and numerous Great Divine Ability User. The Gaotian Association rightfully thrive in the capital."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, his gaze intense, his thoughts simultaneously focused on the three orbs of light.
Therefore, I severed my ties with the Dao and merged with myself.
The two Great Divine Ability of Star Shifting and Battle Changing and Body Flying and Traces Entrusted, and the corresponding nearly 260,000 years of time, have quietly merged with himself.
He didn't want to waste a single moment.
"Above High Heaven... two people are missing."
Zhang Fusheng sighed softly. Yuan Feidao and Yuan Tiandao had both perished. One had his Essence, Qi, and Spirit possessed by the Northern Emperor, and the other had been refined into elixirs.
The Sixth Seat and Ninth Seat were thus left vacant.
However, Zhang Fusheng had a backup of both of their true spirits.
"And that fellow Kong Shentong, though he's Above High Heaven, his mind isn't on it. My intuition has warned me multiple times. That old bastard is plotting against me."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, silently absorbing nearly 260,000 years of time, his gaze growing increasingly profound.
Yin Chang'an.
The entire city of Chang'an resembled a truly ancient and prosperous metropolis, bustling with people and vehicles.
Jiang Feinao had already fled to the outskirts of Chang'an City, squatting on the muddy ground, holding up the sacrificial array in his hands.
She was still performing a ritual to guide the terrifying beings from the main hospital to descend.
Listen to me, listen to me.
Jiang Feinao repeated it over and over again.
The sacrificial array is glowing.
Meanwhile, in the Taiji Hall.
The Northern Emperor, dressed in the Ziwei Emperor Robe, sat alone in the empty hall, lost in thought with his eyes closed.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Life."
"Taiqing."
The Northern Emperor muttered to himself, then suddenly began to grope around on the vessel's body, finally pulling out a token.
"What's this?"
The Northern Emperor muttered to himself in bewilderment, scrutinizing the Immortal Dao Rhyme emanating from the token. It was an ordinary, very common Immortal Dao Rhyme.
But.
He could vaguely sense where the token was pointing, a place of unbelievable grandeur.
On one side of the token are engraved the two characters 'High Heaven'.
"High Heaven. The High Heaven Token?"
The Northern Emperor was even more confused.
(Updated on Wednesday)
(By the way, recommending a book: <I, the Master of the Five Organs, Manifesting Divinity in High Martial Arts>)
(Non-academic high-level martial arts, genius-based, does not suppress combat power)
Non-academic high-level martial arts, does not suppress combat power, genius style