You May Call Me the Central Extreme Cult Master! (8k, Combined Chapter)
(The recent chapters were difficult to break up the pace of, so I've combined them into two chapters over two days.)
Unlike the floating vehicles of the Golden Province,
The floating vehicles of Tiandu were actually engraved with spatial Dao patterns.
The normal size is only seven or eight meters long and three or four meters wide, but once you go inside, it's actually more spacious than a football field!
The interior was also packed with people—all from the Aristocratic Clan families who had come from Forty-Nine Provinces.
Upon closer inspection, there are probably tens of thousands of them.
"So many people?!" Cui Wendao surprise. The elder beside him nodded slightly and explained in a low voice:
"This isn't all, about half. All forty-nine provinces, and Lineage with even a little ambition has sent people."
After a pause, the elder continued:
"Some of the Lineage that have come to compete may have already declined, and may have even exhausted their last savings or been heavily in debt just to afford the journey to Tiandu."
"Then do you know why, even with all that, they still insist on participating in the competition?"
Cui Wendao shook his head blankly, while Cui Liuduo and Cui Wending beside him also fell into deep thought.
The elder asked himself and answered:
"The reason is simple: when things turn around, these once-prosperous clans will produce extraordinary geniuses, and they will place their hopes on these geniuses."
"In other words, almost all of the tens of thousands of people here, apart from a small group who came to compete, are the cream of the crop."
Are they all geniuses?
Cui Wendao changed, while Zhang Fusheng quietly glanced around, a subtle thread of cause and effect flickering in his eyes.
Through the interplay of cause and effect, he could see clearly the backgrounds of the tens of thousands of people inside the floating vehicle.
"Indeed, quite impressive."
Zhang Fusheng marveled; it seemed that over 90% of the people here possessed special physical constitutions or destinies.
For example, those born with a sword-like spirit, an innately pure body, or a destiny of being a king or a killer, can only be said to be worthy of this Age of Great Strife.
He thought to himself with a sigh, "If these people were in any other, declining era, most of them could be the protagonists of a folktale."
But now, they are just one among the masses.
Inconspicuous.
"Finally, the last group of people for today has arrived. What was Shi Wang thinking? They arrived early in the morning, but they insisted on waiting until almost midnight to make sure everyone was there before arranging their check-in?"
Inside the hovercar, which carried tens of thousands of people, the noise was deafening, and at that moment, some people began to complain.
As the elder led the group to their seats, he whispered:
"This competition is being arranged by the same group as the previous one, Shi Wang. I've heard that it's mainly being overseen by the two great masters, Confucius and Mencius, who reside on the floating island."
The Kong-Meng Families?
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. The Kong Family was led by Kong Shentong, the former Investigation Department and the head of the Ancient Sage Faction.
As for the Meng family?
If I remember correctly, the head of the Meng family is Meng Qingtian, the current head of the Heavenly Calculation Department, and secretly, the pope of the Tianli Faction Sect.
The Ancient Sages and the Heavenly Principles factions appear to be irreconcilable, yet their respective religious leaders are close friends.
Zhang Fusheng smiled silently. Old Kong.
That old bastard, his heart is impure, he's incredibly audacious, scheming against himself, against the Other Shore World, and even against those Above High Heaven.
Perfect timing, let's squeeze out all the remaining value this time.
As his thoughts raced, the hovercar slowly started moving and was now speeding towards the two-thousand-foot area.
Inside the carriage, there was a great deal of noise. Many acquaintances and friends from prominent Aristocratic Clan were talking loudly, and many people also noticed the Cui family members who were the last to board the carriage.
"That's the Qinghe Cui Clan?"
"Yes, that's them. I recognize that woman; her name is Cui Liuduo, the number one prodigy of the Cui clan. She's in her early twenties and rumored to be a top-tier Innate Great Realm!"
"I've heard that the Qinghe Cui Clan possesses a Divine Book that can alter the lifespan of living beings?"
"That is indeed the case. Although the Qinghe Cui Clan is a large clan that only rose to prominence a little over a thousand years ago, they have the best chance in this Ten Hopes Competition."
Similar discussions spread from all directions, and many prodigies looked over, but most of them were filled with undisguised hostility.
By altering lifespans, in other words, anyone below the level of a god would likely die upon encountering the Cui clan!
The best way is to ambush and kill Cui before he can react!
Right now.
At least a thousand murderous intent were locked onto them.
Cui Wending felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He glanced at the unmoved Sister Duo'er, and then at Cui Wendao, whose expression remained unchanged.
He couldn't help but ask telepathically:
"My cousin doesn't seem flustered at all?"
Cui Wendao, and replied telepathically:
"This murderous intent has come because of fear and dread. I hold the Book of Life and Death and Death, so they should fear me. Why should I panic?"
Cui Wending lost his voice; that seems to make sense?
Subconsciously, he glanced again at the young man in hemp clothing who seemed to be Lineage trump card.
The other person had their eyelids lowered, as if they were resting with their eyes closed.
They remained unmoved by the chilling, overwhelming murderous intent.
The same applies to the other Banished Immortal maidens.
"It was I who fell Lower Vehicle," Cui Wending said with a wry smile.
Time passed,
In just a short while
The hovercar had already arrived at its destination.
"It's still hard to imagine that such a city exists in the world," a scion of an Aristocratic Clan murmured softly.
Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes and looked out the car window. The hovercar was suspended beside a huge hotel.
This place is located on a 'platform' within the two-thousand-zhang zone—the entire Heavenly Capital is composed of ring-shaped platforms, each a hundred zhang apart, Jianmu Tree pillars.
The platform surrounds the Jianmu Tree, extending for three hundred li in width.
It has eighty floors, totaling eight thousand feet, and each floor is much larger than the former Jiangzhou City!
"Arrive."
The driver's somewhat dull and sinister voice echoed throughout the carriage that could hold thousands of people:
"This is the accommodation prepared by Old Man Meng for the Aristocratic Clan who have come to participate in the competition. Go now, go now."
He spoke with a smile, but his voice carried a chilling undertone, causing many of the less powerful Aristocratic Clan nobles to shiver.
The car door opened, and the door, originally only half a meter wide, extended to a width of thirty meters under the spatial patterns.
Zhang Fusheng followed the Cui Clan Elder and got off the car in the crowded throng, where the crowd was then dispersed under the guidance of the attendants.
There were too many people arriving at once, and by the time everyone had checked in, it was past midnight.
"We've finally arrived."
The clan elder breathed a sigh of relief. The six people were assigned a huge suite, with six bedrooms and two living rooms, covering an area of three or four hundred square meters.
He looked around and suddenly spoke meaningfully:
"The official competition is on March 1st, which is about half a month away. Dao Venerate, will you be staying here for the next half month?"
Cui Wending, standing to the side, asked in bewilderment:
"Elder, if Brother Dao doesn't live with us, where can he live?"
The clan elder ignored him.
Zhang Fusheng answered casually:
"We'll see. I'll probably stay here for now."
He understood very well that this scheme related to the underworld was not necessarily aimed at him—it was more likely targeting the Cui family.
To get involved, one needs to stay with the Cui family.
Besides, the world is vast, and I'm new here with nowhere to go. As for Lin Dongxi...
Zhang Fusheng's gaze was deep and unfathomable. Having entered Tiandu, he could already sense Lin Dongxi's location, which was at the very top, in the eight thousand zhang area.
It seems that my junior sister has indeed met a benefactor.
The elder then walked away, drew the curtains, and then turned back to say:
"You've all had a long journey, so please rest first. I need to go out for a bit. Be careful, and don't go out at night."
Zhang Fusheng turned his head and spoke with great interest:
"And yet you still choose to go out at night?"
The elder hesitated for a moment, touched his nose, and said frankly:
"It's to go to the Black Market to meet the infamous figure in this gray world—known as Lord Taisui."
After pausing, he added:
"The clan leader made the arrangements in advance. I went there to get the list from Lord Taisui. It's the list of the Aristocratic Clan who will be participating in the competition this time."
"After all, to rewrite one's lifespan in the Book of Life and Death, one must first know the name."
Cui Wending curiously:
"Why at night of all times?"
The clan elder replied:
"That Lord Taisui only appears to take charge at night; he never shows his face during the day."
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. "Lord Taisui?"
This name is interesting; is it a coincidence?
He investigated the cause and effect, but met with another setback, unable to trace the specifics. He could only conclude, "No wonder it's the capital of the Federation."
It would be difficult for any random person to understand the underlying causes and effects; they must either have an exceptionally high destiny or position, or be a great power in this era.
Interesting.
"I'll be right back," the elder instructed, and quickly left, leaving the large living room in silence.
Want to have a spar?
Cui Liuduo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. Zhang Fusheng looked at her and saw that she was staring straight at him.
Let's have a friendly exchange?
Zhang Fusheng chuckled; this little guy was really going to challenge him.
He waved his hand dismissively, ignoring her, and walked to the huge French windows under Cui Liuduo's almost fiery gaze.
Through the sheer curtains, Zhang Fusheng gazed at the outside scenery, his eyes growing increasingly melancholic.
The Netherworld didn't sense it, but the chilling Death Qi did.
This entire level, this entire twentieth platform, was filled with Death Qi and Yin Qi was most concentrated.
It was in this hotel.
This is probably not a coincidence.
After nodding to Ruan Yutu, Zhang Fusheng ignored Cui Liuduo, who was grinding her teeth, and went back to his room.
As soon as he closed the door, he quietly slipped out of the hotel.
"Instead of waiting for their schemes to come knocking, I'd rather go and try myself first, see if I can stumble upon the Underworld."
Zhang Fusheng changed into a dark black outfit, replaced his straw sandals with gold-embroidered boots, and removed his rough straw hat.
In its place was a half-face mask that resembled a ghost or something terrifying.
If you look closely, the mask actually depicts the appearance of the [Central Extreme Cult Master].
"The Underworld. How do I enter the Underworld?" Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself with great interest as he walked down the deserted street.
"Sister, isn't it said that in this area of two thousand feet, it's best not to go out at night?"
What are you afraid of?
Zhuge Yu'yi said nonchalantly:
"It's just that the Yin Qi here is heavy, making it easy to accidentally wander into the underworld. I've always been very curious about the underworld in the capital."
Beside him, Zhuge Si shivered, staring at the deserted street with a mournful face:
"But you can't just sneak out like that, can you? You should at least tell your uncle first, right?"
Zhuge Yu'yi glanced at his underling with disdain and snorted:
"Our Zhuge family is one of the ten most prestigious families, and this is all you've achieved?"
Zhuge Si looked distressed.
"Sister, don't you know how we became one of the Ten Great Families? Great-grandfather was lucky; he stumbled upon a lucky break, which is why we became one of the Ten Great Families of the last thousand years."
"If we can still achieve ten out of ten goals in this thousand years, then that would be a miracle!"
Zhuge Yu'yi at him:
"Why are you saying such discouraging things? Besides, while Great-Grandpa said it was a lucky find, I already asked him—everything is going according to plan!"
"Great-grandfather was incredibly insightful; he even managed to predict the error!"
Hearing her older sister's words, Zhuge Si rolled her eyes:
"Only you would believe that? Our great-grandfather, always picking at his big toes, supposedly a genius?"
He rubbed his forehead and said:
"If they were truly so brilliant, how could my Zhuge family have been so utterly suppressed by the Sima family, who only managed to reach the top ten through sheer luck?"
Zhuge Si stopped speaking abruptly and narrowed his eyes:
"What I said came true!"
A man in a silver robe approached them; the siblings recognized him immediately—he was the leader of the younger generation of the Sima Clan.
Sima Shi.
The man in the silver robe walked down the long street with his hands behind his back, glancing indifferently at the brother and sister who both looked solemn.
"What, you're out here searching for the Ghost Market in the Underworld too?"
Zhuge Yu'yi's pretty face turned slightly cold:
"What's it to you?"
Sima Shi laughed:
"Why are you still so angry? I am the young leader of the Sima Clan, and you are the chief of the Zhuge Clan."
"We should talk peacefully—no matter how deep the grudges between our two families, we are still related. Shouting war and killing is something only small Lineage do."
Hearing the silver-robed man's mocking voice,
Zhuge Yu'yi grinded his teeth, and said coldly:
"When the time comes for the competition, I will kill you."
Sima Shi laughed heartily:
"Your name is poorly chosen, Zhuge Yu'yi. Logically, one should always leave room for maneuver, but you never do."
His smile vanished abruptly.
"Zhuge girl, some words, once spoken, cannot be taken back."
The two faced off across the distance, their auras clashing, causing dust to swirl and the air to twist violently, creating visible folds!
Both of them were beings who had one foot in the Celestial Person Realm.
Zhuge Si had difficulty breathing and couldn't help but take a step back, only to see the clash of their auras intensifying between his elder sister and Sima Shi!
Bright light kept colliding in the void, appearing and disappearing, the light and shadow intertwining, even the void itself seemed to be cracking!
Sima Shi in a low voice:
"You're searching for the underworld, probably on the secret orders of that old ghost from your Zhuge family, to find this Tai Sui Lord?"
A look of confusion appeared on Zhuge Si's face. The Grand Duke Jupiter?
What is that?
Wasn't the idea to go out and try your luck, to see if you could bump into someone from the underworld?
What is this secret decree?
He noticed his older sister's eyes suddenly sharpen:
"What, did your old man from the Sima family give you the same orders? You're really not very discreet."
Sima Shi lightly:
"There are no outsiders here, and with the protection of our ancestral treasures, no one can spy on this place. Why should we hide anything?"
He glanced at Zhuge Si:
"As for that little guy, I'll just kill him for you later, and that way the secret will be preserved."
"You dare!"
Zhuge Yu'yi glared coldly, ten hidden Cave Heaven revolving behind him; Sima Shi smiled, showing no sign of yielding an inch.
Just as the clash of energies was about to escalate into a true battle.
'Du, du, du'
Suddenly, footsteps came from the end of the street.
Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi were both taken aback—how could there be footsteps?
During their battle, they each used their ancestral treasures to cover the area, even disrupting the natural order.
Logically speaking, no one should be allowed to approach at all, right?
Instinctively, the two looked toward the alley at the end of the street.
'Du, du, du'
The soft footsteps grew closer, but the alley was dark and gloomy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
When the visitor reached the alley entrance, what caught their eye was a boot that had stepped out first, landing on the brightly lit street.
The boots were dark blue-green with gold embroidery, resembling the official boots of ancient times.
Then appeared a figure in black robes, with patterns embroidered on them using pure black thread.
Black and dark colors are originally one.
The pattern was not very clear, but one could vaguely make out some details, such as palaces, government offices, mountains, and Ancient Bridge, which was quite strange.
The last thing that catches the eye
It was a face wearing half a bronze mask.
Sima Shi and Zhuge Yu'yi's clashing auras simultaneously shifted, pressing down on the newcomer!
The void twists and turns; the former's energy is meant to directly engulf and kill the approaching person, while the latter's is meant to restrain them.
But wait until the aura gets within an inch of the man in black.
The terrifying, surging energy that could have shattered mountains melted away like ice and snow.
Both of them paled simultaneously.
Zhang Fusheng dusted off his clothes, adjusted the cool bronze mask on his face, and laughed:
"We were just passing by, why are you two so fierce?"
He observed the two with great interest, inwardly marveling.
Both the Zhuge Clan and Sima Clan were among the top ten prominent families of the previous millennium. In a sense, before the new competition is completed, both families will still be among the top ten prominent families.
Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi. What a coincidence!
A glint of malice flashed in Zhang Fusheng's eyes, and he immediately understood.
All right.
It really wasn't a coincidence.
The cause and effect reflect that Sima Zhen was indeed a descendant of the Jin Dynasty imperial family, and Zhuge Liang was indeed a descendant of the prime minister of that time.
Who are you?
Two shouts rang out simultaneously. Sima Shi's hand revealed a broken halberd, while Zhuge Yu'yi raised an eyebrow, a lamp appearing in his hand at some unknown time.
Zhang Fusheng glanced at it, slightly surprised.
The broken halberd was clearly quite old, and it even Human Emperor Seal. As for the lamp, it was also extraordinary, clearly from the old world.
Upon further examination of the cause and effect, the lamp was the main lamp of the Seven Star Lamp, while the broken halberd was the one used by the Sima Clan to kill the Wei emperor—it had been refined into Supreme Treasure.
Tsk.
Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt a little dazed. In his previous life, he was very familiar with the story of the Three Kingdoms.
Now that the descendants of the Sima Clan and Prime Minister Zhuge are all standing before me, how can I not be bewildered?
It made him feel a little unreal.
"Who are you?!"
Sima Shi and Zhuge Yu'yi asked the question in unison for the second time.
Zhang Fusheng shrugged:
"Just passing by, why bother? Hmm?"
He paused, looked around, and then...
Sima Shi and his siblings looked around and were shocked to realize that something had happened.
The once deserted street was now shrouded in a thin mist, and figures could be seen moving within it, with even the sounds of vendors calling out in ancient, melodious tunes.
"Selling wontons! Fresh wontons!"
"Fried noodles! Fried noodles! Delicious fried noodles!"
"Flowers for sale— Other Shore Flower! Old Other Shore Flower, come and have a look!"
The shouts echoed endlessly. Zhuge Yu'yi and Zhuge Si exchanged a glance—the Netherworld!
Then, Zhuge Yu'yi saw the mysterious man in Black Robe Bronze Mask, squatted down, and picked up a pinch of mud.
Zhang Fusheng picked up some mud, brought it close to his eyes, and gently smelled it.
The air was thick with Death Qi and Yin Qi, and it exuded an aura of profound age. This underworld was truly the [underworld].
Or rather, the Nine Netherworlds.
But it is not the future Nine Netherworlds within Maitreya's womb.
"Fragments of the Nine Netherworlds?"
Zhang Fusheng's eyes shone brightly. Using his position as the [Central Extreme Cult Master], he immediately realized that this was a fragment of the true Nine Netherworlds.
"So, before being placed into the future, Jiuyou was shattered into one or more pieces?"
He stood up, brushed the mud off his hands, and the surrounding fog gradually thickened and then thinned, revealing a variety of scenes.
In the distance lies a majestic pass and a formidable city; overhead, a dark, round sun shines.
Nearby lies an ancient trade market, but the vendors and customers there are not human.
Or rather, most of them are not human.
They are all wandering spirits, vengeful ghosts, and evil spirits.
As the fog dissipated,
The vengeful spirits and evil creatures hawking their wares all turned around and stared at the four people.
Then they all turned their gazes away.
"Can't afford to mess with them, can't afford to mess with them." The evil spirit selling wontons muttered, "Three Innate Realm cultivators, I can't beat them!"
"And there's one dressed in black and wearing a mask!" the ghost selling Other Shore Flower chimed in.
"He doesn't look like someone to be trifled with, but I feel somewhat friendly towards this man in Black Robe Bronze Mask. I wonder if he'd be willing to get a little intimate with me."
As she muttered to herself, the female ghost carrying the flower basket stuck out her long tongue, licked her lips, and stared at Zhang Fusheng, her pale cheeks even turning slightly red.
It wasn't just her.
The female ghosts and evil spirits in the market all stared at Zhang Fusheng, each muttering similar words.
They probably just wanted to get intimate with this living person in Black Robe Bronze Mask.
It was true intimacy.
Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings all turned to look at the mysterious person.
Zhuge Si shrank his neck and muttered:
"What is this? A real love triangle disaster??"
Zhuge Yu'yi slapped him in annoyance, her gaze towards the Black Robe Bronze Mask growing even more serious.
Zhang Fusheng himself felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Why do all these female ghosts look like they're in heat?
It couldn't possibly be his own status as the Central Extreme Cult Master —he concealed it very well, and these little devils would never be able to see through it.
What is that?
Other Shore Bone?
Yin Shi Shen?
Zhang Fusheng stroked his chin, somewhat curious and puzzled, but the heavens and earth offered no answers, and even the search for cause and effect yielded no results.
He didn't bother to think too much, and walked forward with a smile, approaching Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings, saying cheerfully:
"I am new to the Underworld. The three of you are probably more familiar with it than I am. Would you be so kind as to show me the way?"
Sima Shi, clad in a silver robe, turned cold:
"You"
Before the words were even out of his mouth, a chill suddenly ran through him; his intuition was silently warning him—he must not utter those words.
Sima Shi had a strong premonition that if he dared to scold this man in Black Robe Bronze Mask, he might be punished by heaven.
Right.
Divine retribution!
He was startled.
Zhuge Yu'yi shielded his younger brother behind him, squinting his eyes:
"This is also my first time visiting the Underworld, so my brother and I will not accompany you!"
Zhang Fusheng waved his hand with a smile:
"That's true, but aren't your two families looking for some kind of Tai Sui Jun? I'm curious, is this Tai Sui Jun the same as that Lord Taisui?"
"Well, whether it is or not, I would like to meet this Tai Sui Lord that you two mentioned."
Sima Shi's breath hitched.
Zhuge Yu'yi felt a chill run down his spine; this person had indeed heard everything!
Knowing full well that he and that scoundrel surnamed Sima were both high-ranking officials, why was this man still so brazen? What gave him the right to act so recklessly?
Is this a Celestial Person being?
Or perhaps, Venerable One?
Amidst a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhuge Yu'yi glanced coldly at Sima Shi and said indifferently:
"That guy who can't keep his mouth shut."
Sima Shi remained silent, offering no reply, but stared intently at the Black Robe Bronze Mask.
"Alright," Zhang Fusheng said lightly, "So, where is the Tai Sui you two were talking about?"
Sima Shi remained silent.
Zhuge Yu'yi sigh of relief:
"This fellow and I have our own ways of finding the Grand Duke Jupiter—as for you, since you insist on accompanying us, we are afraid we have no power to refuse, but shouldn't you grant us a title?"
After saying that,
She saw the Black Robe Bronze Mask and spoke with a smile:
"Me? I have many names, but here..."
Zhang Fusheng raised his head and glanced at the black sun in the sky. Looking into the distance, he could see that the sun was not a sun at all, but a huge vertical pupil!
The eyes of the Candle Dragon?
He thought of the Candle Dragon corpse inside Maitreya's belly, within the future Nine Netherworlds.
Looking back now, the remains were indeed missing an eye.
As his thoughts wandered, Zhang Fusheng continued:
"Here, you can call me Luo Feng."
Luo Feng?
Zhuge Yu'yi exchanged a glance with Sima Shi —the deep-seated hatred between the two families was temporarily alleviated at this moment.
After all, there is an 'external enemy' at hand.
Both of them seemed to have never heard of Luo Feng before, as if they had never heard of him before.
Zhuge Yu'yi suddenly raised an eyebrow, keenly noticing,
In the market, some ghosts with a heavy sense of antiquity seemed to pause slightly when they heard the name 'Luo Feng'.
But he only paused for a moment.
She gathered her thoughts, held the lamp in her hand, and said in a low voice:
"Since Fellow Daoist Luo Feng wishes to accompany me, then so be it—but let me make this clear beforehand: if anything goes wrong, don't blame me."
Zhang Fusheng exclaimed in surprise:
"What, is there some unexpected thing about meeting that Grand Duke Jupiter?"
He didn't deliberately lower his voice, so the ghosts heard the words "Grand Duke Jupiter" clearly.
This time, whether it was an "old ghost" bearing the weight of time or a newly deceased ghost,
Their faces all showed expressions of terror.
Zhuge Yu'yi turned his head away, avoiding Zhang Fusheng's curious gaze, and did not answer, but silently carried the lamp forward.
The candlelight flickered, as if guiding the way.
Zhang Fusheng shrugged, unconcerned, and casually followed.
The four of them then passed through the market and headed towards a larger 'town' in the distance.
Besides the majestic passes and fortified cities in the distance,
That small town was the only 'settlement' in sight.
However, the place is inhabited by ghosts, though there are also living people, but they are clearly outsiders, and each of them possesses an extraordinary aura.
Zhang Fusheng glanced around and, from what he could see at that moment, even the weakest among them was at the Innate Realm.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, thinking that it was also possible that all living beings below the primordial level had been torn apart by evil spirits and vengeful ghosts.
Near the town,
The lamp in Zhuge Yu'yi's hand shone even brighter, and the broken halberd that Sima Shi was holding began to tremble slightly.
Zhang Fusheng looked at the dark stone tablet at the town gate, on which were only three large, blood-stained characters.
'Meng Po Town'.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow and looked again at the imposing pass and city that even he could not clearly see.
As we approached the town, the imposing pass and fortified city became clearer.
Above the majestic pass, only the words "Nine Netherworlds" are inscribed; at the site of the colossal city, the words "[Central Pole]" are displayed.
Nine Nether Pass, Zhongji City.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yu'yi sighed in amazement at the mysterious man in Black Robe Bronze Mask.
She ignored them, remaining vigilant, holding the lantern, and was the first to enter the gloomy and desolate town.
Zhang Fusheng withdrew his intense gaze from the Zhongji City and quickly followed, his thoughts racing.
Zhongji City, Zhongji
He didn't think it was a coincidence.
But is this ultimate point the same as one's own ultimate point?
It's really hard to say.
After all, he had used the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique to create the Heavenly Position of the Central Extreme Cult Master,
That position spans the entirety of history; even in the memories of the Miss Mingyue, there truly was such a Central Extreme Cult Master!
The master of the Nine Netherworlds, since ancient times, Houtu Huang Diqi.
It also changed to 'Since ancient times, it has been the central point of the earth'.
"Could that be... my city?"
Zhang Fusheng's heart trembled; the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed!
He suppressed the urge to go to Zhongji City — Nine Nether Pass was dangerous, and his spiritual senses warned him as he gazed at it.
Don't be careless!
Composing himself, Zhang Fusheng looked around Meng Po Town. There were far fewer living people wandering the town than in the trade market.
The usual wandering ghosts and imps were gone; those appearing in this town were all great evil spirits comparable to innate beings and Celestial Person!
Zhang Fusheng observed his surroundings discreetly, then followed Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi straight to the center of the town, where they arrived at a small house.
There is a plaque upstairs with the words "Tai Sui" on it.
"Call"
Zhuge Yu'yi soft breath, holding a lamp in one hand and gently knocking on the door of the building with the other.
'Squeak~'
The building doors opened by themselves, dust settled, and a swirling gray air emanated from within.
But instead, there was a sharp sound of a gavel, followed by the gentle, flowing voice of a storyteller!
"In those days, the peerless demon monkey, wielding a Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron sea, fought his way from the mortal realm to the heavens, and from the heavens back to the earth."
"That demonic monkey just barged in like that, yelled 'Beat! Take this!' and smashed the Netherworld into pieces, carving out this small piece of Netherworld from the vast Netherworld!"
The sound faded, followed by the sound of the gavel.
A powerful evil spirit asked:
Who is that demon monkey?
The old storyteller stroked his beard, waved his hand, and shook his head:
"It's hard to say, and I can't remember clearly. Look at us here, there are still plenty of ghosts and monsters who have survived from the old world to the present, but who still remembers the old days?"
Another great evil spirit asked:
"Lord Taisui, how do you remember that there was such a thing as a demon monkey shattering the Netherworld?"
The storyteller shook his head:
"That's all I remember."
A living person asked:
"Is that really all there is?"
The storyteller, dissatisfied, slammed his gavel, stepped on the Cui Clan Elder who had come to pay his respects, and looked at the person who had spoken out to question him—a young man in Black Robe Bronze Mask, whose features were obscured.
He shouted:
"Grandpa's words are never false. You little brat, what's your name? How can you not know any manners? As for you all..."
The Lord Taisui looked at Zhuge and his sister and Sima Shi, and immediately understood:
"The Zhuge and Sima families? They must be here to see the Emperor. But we'll have to wait. Speaking of which..."
He slammed the gavel again, lightly tapped the back of the Cui Clan Elder with his toes, raised his eyebrows, stroked his beard, and asked a second time:
"Tell me, don't you even know your name and the rules?"
Zhang Fusheng smiled, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and calmly said:
"For now, you may call me Luo Feng."
The storyteller jolted, stood up, and stepped on the Cui Clan Elder, making him grimace and grimace. Then he roared angrily:
"You've broken a taboo! You've broken a taboo!"
"Change your name quickly! Change your name quickly!"
Zhang Fusheng looked at the storyteller and said with amusement:
"Change your name?"
His smile suddenly vanished:
"Then you may call me the Central Extreme Cult Master."
The light, airy voice echoed through the building. The storyteller, the Lord Taisui, trembled and dropped the gavel he had been clutching tightly.