Fuli Dharma Body, Suppressing the Dao Master with One Hand!
With a crisp clang, the gavel slammed to the ground, and the evil spirits inside the Tai Sui Tower looked at each other in dismay.
Central Extreme Cult Master?
What is that?
The evil spirits were bewildered, feeling that the title sounded somewhat familiar, as if it came from a distant, untraceable past.
But of all the things from the past, he could not remember them clearly, nor could he recall what the Central Extreme Cult Master was.
Just hearing this number makes my heart tremble involuntarily.
Tai Sui Tower fell into a deathly silence.
The prostrate Cui Clan Elder dared not breathe, while Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi were both tense, pondering the four words "[Central Extreme Cult Master]".
As for the storyteller, the Lord Taisui.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, drop by drop.
"Interesting."
Zhang Fusheng spoke lightly:
"Didn't the Lord Taisui say that he doesn't remember anything from the old world?"
"How come you see me and still know about this Central Extreme Cult Master?"
He was dressed in black robes and wore a bronze mask. He strode forward, looked the sweating Lord Taisui up and down, and said with a smile:
"So, where is the Tai Sui you mentioned?"
In the dead silence, the wooden door of Tai Sui Lou suddenly slammed shut, and the waiter responsible for welcoming and seeing off customers shrank into a corner.
The shopkeeper, whose aura was comparable to that of a pseudo-Venerable, quietly went upstairs.
Zhang Fusheng ignored these little actions and simply looked the so-called Lord Taisui up and down.
He glanced at the Cui Clan Elder, whose face was pale and filled with fear, clearly unaware of this so-called important figure from the gray area.
He was clearly a member of the Underworld. Presumably, Elder Cui was also forcibly brought here after paying homage to the Lord Taisui.
As for this Lord Taisui?
She looked quite ordinary, unlike the evil spirit in the red wedding dress beside her, whose body was dripping with murky water.
With a goatee, a gray long robe, and complete features including eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, he looked exactly like an ancient storyteller.
If there's any difference, it's in their aura.
Having learned the [Shift Stars] technique, Zhang Fusheng, who was already extremely sensitive to the celestial bodies, now realized that the storyteller was imbued with a strong sense of the stars.
Stars and constellations, Tai Sui (the Grand Duke Jupiter).
Could he be one of the Sixty Grand Duke Gods of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches?
If so, is that Tai Sui Jun the same Tai Sui Xing Jun who governs the sixty Tai Sui gods of the Year-Presiding Taisui?
As thoughts turned,
The Lord Taisui opposite him could not withstand Zhang Fusheng's gaze and took a step back, stepping off the back of the Cui Clan Elder.
His breathing was slightly rapid, and his voice was dry.
"Your Excellency seems to be well-versed in both ancient and modern times, but some names are taboo and prohibitive. Such an offense may bring disaster upon you!"
The Lord Taisui became much more polite. Regardless of who the person before him was, since he knew about Luo Feng and the Central Extreme Cult Master,
That's definitely not simple!
And knowing this, how dare you impersonate him?
They're either fearless like newborn calves, or truly skilled and daring individuals!
The Lord Taisui believes it is the latter.
As for whether he really is the Central Extreme Cult Master, how could that be possible!
Take a deep breath.
The Lord Taisui bent down to pick up Tom Jining from the ground, then stared once more at the mysterious man in Black Robe Bronze Mask.
He said in a deep voice:
"I won't press you further about who you are. Since you are knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times, you must be one of us."
"Perhaps, they came out of the underworld back then?"
Hearing Tai Sui's words, Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. A type of person? Someone who walked out of the underworld?
He looked around, observing the heavy aura of time emanating from the creatures, which were most likely evil spirits left over from the old world, and a thought crossed his mind.
This underworld seems even more extraordinary than I imagined.
Could it be
Did the underworld preserve some of the beings from the old world?
The thought flashed through Zhang Fusheng's mind, and his pupils contracted slightly. He immediately asked:
"You call yourself Lord Taisui, and you also have a Tai Sui deity above your head."
"Then let me ask you, which of the sixty Tai Sui are you?"
Upon hearing this,
The other people and evil spirits in the Tai Sui Tower remained confused and bewildered, while the Lord Taisui changed color again and took several steps back.
He stared intently at the Black Robe Bronze Mask, and after a long silence, spoke in a dry voice:
"Jiazi Tai Sui!"
Zhang Fusheng thought to Dao Fruit, and then smiled and said:
"The Jiazi Tai Sui, the year of Jiazi, is the head of the sixty Tai Sui gods. Lead the way, take us to see that Tai Sui Lord."
The Sixty Grand Duke Gods are a system used to mark years in the sexagenary cycle of Chinese calendar, with a cycle of sixty years.
The Sixty Grand Duke Gods each take turns presiding over their corresponding year. For example, the Jiazi Tai Sui corresponds to the Jiazi year.
The year Jiazi was quite famous— Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, launched his uprising in that year.
That's how the saying "May the year of Jiazi bring great fortune to the world" came about.
After another long silence.
The Jiazi Tai Sui took a deep breath and gestured for him to enter:
"Please follow me, everyone."
After pausing for a moment, he gave instructions to the evil spirits beside him:
"Don't hurt this living person. Give him the list he wants, then let him go."
The evil spirits nodded respectfully.
On the floating island.
"Why hasn't that girl finished her ritual yet?"
At the Origin Qidian Research Institute, the Old Dean stroked a dark blue wooden cane, looking at the pitch-black thing suppressed by layers upon layers of great formations at the bottom of the institute.
Beside me, an old woman frowned and spoke:
"That girl, Little Flying Bird, is exceptionally talented, yet you abandoned her alone with that Yin Chang'an?"
The old man gave a bitter smile:
"I had no choice, but I made her perform Grand Sacrifice and gave her a sacrificial altar, which could summon this terrifying being to come."
He raised his finger and pointed to the pitch-black thing suppressed within the magic array, then pointed to the specks of light swirling around it:
"The light is still there, which means the little girl is still performing the Grand Sacrifice, so she's still alright. But I don't understand why the sacrificial array hasn't been completed after so much time has passed?"
Listening to the old man's words,
The old woman also looked up and down at the dark object within the magic circle, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:
"Perhaps your research on this supreme being is not yet thorough enough. Should we report this to the Speaker?"
"It's been reported."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man shook his head:
"The Speaker hasn't given any instructions. This thing is the most terrifying existence in the Underworld."
He paused for a moment, rubbed his temples, and then changed the subject:
"By the way, I heard that your Jie Sect recently recruited two extraordinary prodigies?"
A smile finally appeared on the old woman's face, and she hummed in agreement.
"They are my disciples, and both are extraordinary. One possesses an unbelievably profound Buddhist nature, and the other is born with an innate, primordial body."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man seemed to be deep in thought:
"Profound Buddha-nature? What would your Jie Sect need someone like that for? Could it be that you intend to target that World-Honored Tathagata?"
The old woman nodded, then shook her head:
"The teachings of the Jie Sect are to seize a glimmer of life from all things, and naturally encompass all things. Evil spirits can enter our sect, and Buddhists can also enter our sect."
After a short while,
The old woman continued:
"However, they haven't passed the final test yet. I plan to throw them into the Netherworld then. If they survive, they can become the True Disciple of my sect."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man listened quietly without saying a word, seemingly lost in thought.
For a long time,
He sighed:
"You are one of the few Orthodox God sects in the Federation, so you'd better not be so extreme in your actions."
"When accepting a disciple, who makes the disciple go through a life-or-death ordeal first?"
As he spoke,
The Yellow-toothed Old Man stroked his chin and continued:
"Speaking of which, based on our research and calculations, the limits of the underworld are roughly clear. I plan to try to bring the underworld back to reality."
As they spoke, a map of the underworld appeared on the virtual screen before them.
The old woman looked at it and saw that the entire underworld was not shaped like a continent, but rather like a long, crooked snake.
She pointed to the snake's head:
"Is this red dot the Zhongji City and the Nine Nether Pass?"
"That's right."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man nodded and said in a low voice:
"Zhongji City is shrouded in mystery. Judging from the words of this terrifying supreme being, whoever can enter Zhongji City will rule the Netherworld."
After a short while,
A look of seriousness flashed in his eyes:
"According to calculations, Zhongji City will open soon. As long as the Federation can control the Netherworld, it might be able to survive for tens of thousands more years by using the Federation to fight against the impending arrival of the Different Dimension."
A deep sound echoed in the underground space.
The old woman licked her dry lips and Divine Path:
"Is this the glimmer of hope that you and the nine directors found for the Federation?"
She exhaled a breath of stale air, narrowed her eyes, stared at the terrifying supreme life form within the magic circle, and continued:
"However, even if that day truly comes, who will take over Zhongji City?"
"I'm afraid we'll have to beat the dogs out of their brains first!"
Listening to her words,
The Yellow-toothed Old Man was silent at first, then calmly spoke:
"The Grand Speaker remains in seclusion, and the Grand Director, who suppresses the Great Prison of the Six Paths, never leaves his residence."
"I intend to propose that this thousand-year-old competition of the Ten Views be held in the Underworld."
The old woman raised an eyebrow, then suddenly seemed to realize something, startling everyone who turned to look:
"Wait, you mean, Zhongji City is going to open in the next two months??"
The Yellow-toothed Old Man asked in bewilderment:
"Didn't I say that, according to calculations, Zhongji City will be open soon?"
The old woman opened her mouth and said with a bitter smile:
"I thought you meant the last few decades when you said 'recently'."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to say something, a researcher rushed over:
"Dean, it's your great-grandfather's Imperial Decree!"
The researcher, holding the golden Imperial Decree, panted as he said:
"They said they were requesting the initiation of the Supreme Grand Sacrifice and asking a question about the Supreme Heavenly Position."
"My great-grandfather?"
The Yellow-toothed Old Man was taken aback. He took the Imperial Decree, glanced at it, then frowned and waved his hand, signaling the researcher to leave.
An old woman standing nearby asked:
"Your great-grandfather, Director Meng Qingtian?"
"Um."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man stroked the gleaming golden Imperial Decree, a look of confusion on his face:
"My great-grandfather asked me to inquire with the Supreme Heavenly Position whether there is a special Supreme Treasure in the capital, and what its name is."
"The Mountain River Society and Country Diagram?"
The old woman frowned in thought, then shook her head:
"Never heard of this name before. Are you going to activate the sacrificial array?"
"Nature."
The Yellow-toothed Old Man sighed, his expression hardening.
"I already had a question, and I'm asking the Supreme Heavenly Position for an answer. This is just adding another question to my list."
Tai Sui Jun is not in Meng Po Town.
Zhang Fusheng, along with Zhuge Yu'yi, followed behind Jiazi Tai Sui, having already traveled an extremely long distance from Meng Po Town.
Looking back now, the Meng Po Town has become so small that it can no longer be seen.
"Almost there, almost there!"
The Jiazi Tai Sui murmured, frequently turning back to gaze at the mysterious man in Black Robe Bronze Mask, a sense of unease lingering in his heart.
Who exactly is this guy?
The group continued their journey, gradually approaching the formidable fortress.
On the road.
Zhang Fusheng asked calmly:
"Jiazi Tai Sui, you say this Netherworld was formed because a peerless demon monkey from the ancient world shattered the Nine Netherworlds?"
Jiazi Tai Sui shuddered and forced a smile:
"What you say casually shouldn't be taken seriously."
The Zhuge siblings and Sima Shi exchanged a glance, already realizing that this Lord Taisui and the man in black robes and Black Robe Bronze Mask were no ordinary people.
They all pricked up their ears, listening intently to the secret.
Upon seeing the Black Robe Bronze Mask, Zhuge Yu'yi smiled and asked:
"The peerless monkey demon... shouldn't he be called the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"
She saw the Lord Taisui tremble again.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven?
What a prestigious name!
The Grand Duke of Jiazi sighed and said in a low voice:
"Since you are also a person from the old world, you should know that this name should not be mentioned."
Zhang Fusheng was even more puzzled. Why couldn't the Great Sage Equal to Heaven be mentioned?
As for the matter of shattering the Nine Netherworlds with his staff, he did have some guesses.
Considering what Li Xiuyuan, or rather Zhu Bajie, said that day,
It was probably because of the miserable state of Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, and others that they rebelled against Heaven in a fit of anger.
However, since he was able to shatter the Nine Netherworlds, the Great Sage must have attained the [Daluo] level.
But.
Zhang Fusheng recalled what the Northern Emperor had said: all the actions of the common people were within the calculations of the Supreme Beings —including resistance against the Supreme Beings.
Therefore, wasn't the Great Sage's rebellion against Heaven also within the will of the Supreme Beings?
He couldn't help but sigh softly, then changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, who is the current master of this Netherworld?"
The Jiazi Tai Sui glanced at Zhang Fusheng, then remained silent.
Zhang Fusheng chuckled but didn't press the matter further.
The group continued on their way.
When the magnificent Nine Nether Pass came into view,
The Jiazi Tai Sui then stopped in front of a dilapidated Daoist temple.
"Arrive."
He spoke softly.
As everyone looked, the Daoist temple appeared ordinary and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds and wildly growing vines.
The gates of the Daoist temple were all cracked, and the plaque above the gate had four characters.
Taiping Daoist Temple.
"Taiping Daoist Temple?" Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, the first thing that came to mind was Taiping Dao.
The Taiping Dao Master was none other than Zhang Jiao, who proclaimed, "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise; the year of Jiazi brings great fortune to the world."
In a sense, it was this Taiping Dao Master who drew back the curtain on the downfall of the Han Dynasty.
Weren't we going to find the Grand Duke Jupiter?
Zhang Fusheng frowned as he saw the Jiazi Tai Sui step forward and knock on the door once.
The split gate of the Daoist temple was flung open with a loud crash, revealing a dark interior.
Then there was another 'clang'.
The sounds continued in succession, never ceasing. Standing outside the Daoist temple, one could only vaguely make out a figure striking a bronze chime.
"Please." Jiazi Tai Sui gestured with his hand.
Zhang Fusheng, along with Zhuge Yu'yi, strode inside.
The moment he entered, the Daoist temple gate slammed shut, startling Zhuge Si so much that he shuddered and shrank back.
"Something feels off."
Zhuge Yu'yi's heart also tightened. Everything around him was dim and dark; the only thing he could see was the blurry figure sitting cross-legged in front of him.
Accompanying this was the sound of bronze chimes, echoing and lingering!
'Clang! Clang! Clang!'
Three more strikes followed, and the resounding sound of the bronze chime ceased. The shadowy figure lowered the mallet, seemingly looking up.
'Call out!'
The secluded Daoist temple was suddenly illuminated, with lanterns hanging one after another, revealing everything within.
Still dilapidated and desolate,
Inside the Daoist temple, an elderly Daoist priest sat upright atop a decaying corpse, and the bronze chime before him was not actually a bronze chime.
It was made from human bones!!
A guest has arrived.
The old Daoist priest raised his head, his cloudy eyes piercing through, Zhuge Si to stumble and nearly fall.
The Seven Star Lamp in Zhuge Yu'yi's hand was also flickering, as if it might go out at any moment. As for Sima Shi?
The opponent gripped the broken halberd tightly, sweat beading on his forehead, his heart pounding like a drum!
The Daoist's gaze finally settled on the man in Black Robe Bronze Mask, as if he were scrutinizing or examining him.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. A... powerful being?
With a calm expression, he stepped forward, hands behind his back, and spoke peacefully, under the horrified gazes of Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi:
"Is it the Year-Presiding Taisui?"
The old Daoist priest, known as the Grand Duke Jupiter, shook his head and slowly spoke:
"The Year-Presiding Taisui is beneath me."
He pointed to the corpse sitting upright beneath him, then to the bronze chime—or rather, the Bone Chime— forged from the corpse's ribs.
Then he said softly:
"The Year-Presiding Taisui none other than Yin Jiao, the former Crown Prince of the Shang Dynasty. He failed in his duties and did not bring blessings to the world, so the Supreme Lord to be beheaded and replaced."
"I am Zhang Jiao, and you, sir, call me the Year-Presiding Taisui, which is both right and wrong."
A faint sound echoed in the Daoist temple.
Zhuge Yu'yi were all bewildered and couldn't understand, and a sense of unease crept into Zhang Fusheng's heart.
How could Zhang Jiao be Zhang Jiao?
Could it really be Zhang Jiao??
Zhang Jiao beheaded Yin Jiao and the Year-Presiding Taisui —this is utterly absurd!
Furthermore, the Nine Netherworlds were shattered and the Underworld was stripped away; this occurred countless years after the Three Kingdoms period. How could Zhang Jiao appear in the Underworld, let alone remain there to this day?
A variety of confusions lingered in my mind.
Before Zhang Fusheng could ask a question, Zhang Jiao spoke hesitantly:
"Are the descendants of the Zhuge Clan and the Sima Clan all here?"
Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi exchanged a glance. The former picked up the lamp and said in a low voice:
"By Imperial Decree of my great-grandfather and ancestors, I bring this lamp to pay homage to the Grand Duke Jupiter!"
Sima Shi also picked up the broken halberd:
"By Imperial Decree of our ancestors, I bring my halberd to pay homage to the Grand Duke Jupiter!"
Two voices echoed within the Daoist temple.
The Daoist priest, who called himself Zhang Jiao, nodded and slowly said:
"Good, good, supreme good."
"This year is the Year of the Rat again."
After a pause, he spoke softly:
"The Azure Heaven is dead, the Blue Heaven shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, great fortune shall befall the world."
The eerie sound pierced the broken lamps and halberds, causing them to tremble incessantly, while a dense chorus of wind chimes echoed from all directions.
Bone Bell were hanging on all four walls!
Upon closer inspection, each Bone Bell exudes the aura of time and the unique divine essence of its own.
In other words
Each Bone Bell is made from the bones of a different deity!
At this very moment, tens of thousands of Bone Bell rang simultaneously, their swaying sounds accompanied by the wails of the gods—no, no, the wails of the earth gods!
The Bone Bell rang, and the candlelight reflected the images of the bone owners before their deaths.
It is the Land God, the Mountain God, and the City God!
One after another, the earth spirits and deities wailed and howled, their cries weaving into a strange, piercing sound that seemed to shatter the Soul Spirit!
Zhuge Yu'yi groaned, Sima Shi knelt on one knee, while Sima Si rolled on the ground clutching his head.
Zhang Fusheng had been silently observing all of this, frowned slightly.
After thinking about it,
He took a step forward, a light tap.
The sound of countless bells abruptly ceased at that moment.
It was as if that kick had brought it to a complete stop.
Zhuge Yu'yi gasped for breath, instinctively glancing at the mysterious Black Robe Bronze Mask.
The Daoist priest, who was sitting Year-Presiding Taisui -legged on the corpse of Yin Jiao, the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty, raised his eyes again and stared at Zhang Fusheng.
"Who are you."
The Daoist priest asked the question.
Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:
"The Central Extreme Cult Master."
The Daoist priest remained expressionless, not even his pupils showed the slightest change; he simply shook his head and said:
"Nonsense."
A whisk appeared in his hand without his noticing. With a gentle wave, the whisk swirled around, its countless strands containing a dense array of stars!
Each one is comparable to a real star, and is extremely heavy!
Countless threads approached him.
The Black Robe Bronze Mask merely exhaled a breath of Pure Qi.
The countless threads and myriad stars all stopped three inches in front of him, unable to get any closer no matter what.
The Daoist priest's expression hardened:
"Good idea!"
He pointed again, his Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows widening, reflecting an ancient realm from which emerged Yellow Turban Warrior.
Each one was enveloped in a thick divine light, radiating an aura that was close to that of a great being!
Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand!
Zhang Fusheng exclaimed:
"What a brilliant method!"
He naturally recognized that this was not a real living being, but a Divine Ability —a Great Divine Ability.
"One of the Great Divine Ability of the Heavenly Gang, Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers?"
The Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers were not ordinary soldiers, but generals—top-tier, almost omnipotent heavenly generals!
If this Daoist priest were to advance his cultivation by another three points and break through to the realm of Great Divine Ability User, what he would unleash would be true great power!
As the Yellow Turban Warrior swarmed in, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million!
The space was stretched infinitely, and the small area around Zhang Fusheng...
Forcibly stretched into a vast expanse of stars and seas, a million Yellow Turban Warrior, each as large as the sun, charged forth!
An ordinary powerful being would likely be killed instantly!
Zhang Fusheng, however, only peered through the layers of Yellow Turban Warrior at the old Daoist priest who remained seated cross-legged:
"Later, I will ask you three questions, and you must answer them truthfully."
The words were finished.
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, opening his Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows to connect with the Great Universe and bless his own body.
Then, the Fuli Dharma Body reappeared.
The small space was stretched out again, from being as vast as the stars and the sea to being as boundless as the great void that could encompass Myriad Worlds.
Under the stunned gazes of Zhuge Yu'yi,
An ordinary-looking man in Black Robe Bronze Mask.
But it had already transformed into a being adorned with Thirty-six colored light, surrounded by endless Primordial Auspicious Cloud, and then grew, grew, grew!
It is larger than one can imagine.
Those million Yellow Turban Warrior, as majestic as stars, were all smaller and less significant than a pore before Him.
As vast as the universe.
The Taiping Dao Master finally changed his expression, and with a flick of his whisk, he flicked it again!
Eight million Yellow Turban Warrior appeared, shouting "Kill!" and charged into the fray.
Furthermore, a phantom [Azure Sky] appeared above His head, and then pressed down on the figure draped in Thirty-six colored light of light!
The Great True Person Fuli, as vast as the universe, simply smiled.
Zhang Fusheng gazed at the clear blue sky above the town, his intuition alerting him, and exclaimed in admiration:
"That's impressive."
"The Qingtian you created single-handedly is probably almost as powerful as the [New Heaven] that the Tianli Faction Sect worshipped with the combined strength of the entire sect, isn't it?"
"Good, good, very good!"
After the praise,
Under horrified, incredulous gazes,
True Person Fuli simply stretched and said:
"All Things Are Empty."
Then.
He disappeared.
From now on, from this moment, from the secrets of heaven, destiny, cause and effect, and reality,
They've disappeared.
Beyond the limits of thought, beyond the scope of imagination, beyond what the eye can see.
Nine million Yellow Turban Warrior looked around in bewilderment.
The majestic blue sky hangs high, yet the target remains elusive.
Even the Taiping Dao Master was lost in thought—what am I doing?
Whom shall I strike with my sword?
Why did I summon the Yellow Turban Warrior to illuminate my blue sky?
He didn't know, and he couldn't remember.
Cause and effect are disconnected, the secrets of heaven are empty, and destiny is no longer within our grasp.
Then--
A towering figure appeared behind the Taiping Dao Master, and everyone in the temple remembered everything again, the beginning and the end.
At this moment.
The Taiping Dao Master was startled. He turned around, brandished his whisk, formed a hand Law Seals, and unleashed yet another Great Divine Ability, shouting:
"Seven Arrows Book!!"
The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book is Supreme Treasure, and the Seven Arrows Book are Great Divine Ability, ranking among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang.
The most Divine Ability and unparalleled curse-based killing techniques in the world have evolved into all murderous intent throughout history.
It is the heavens that unleash their murderous intent, Shift Stars and the earth to tremble; it is the earth that unleashes its murderous intent, causing dragons and snakes to rise from the land; it is man who unleashes his murderous intent, turning the world upside down!
The murderous intent from ancient times intertwined into a great black river, pouring down upon the Great True Person, who was draped in Thirty-six colored light and surrounded by Primordial Auspicious Cloud!
The Great True Person simply raised his head and faced him with a smile.
As the black river drew near, it suddenly became docile.
It was as if it had found its owner.
How could the Divine Ability of the Seven Arrows Book possibly be effective against the owner of the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?
The Seven Arrows Book Divine Ability evolved from the [Nail Head Seven Arrows Book].
Then.
Under the bewildered gaze of the Taiping Dao Master,
A black river, formed from the entanglements of ancient murderous intent and evolved from the most powerful curse-like killing Divine Ability in heaven and earth.
In the hands of the Great True Person, it swirled, tumbled, and subsided.
In the end, it became a black candle flame in His hand.
The Taiping Dao Master coughed up blood—he had suffered a backlash from his Divine Ability.
Zhang Fusheng simply held the single black candle flame in his hand, pinched it between two fingers, and extinguished it.
Who are you?!
The Taiping Dao Master questioned him again, and then used his third Great Divine Ability!
Zhang Fusheng, however, did not give him that opportunity.
"You seem to know quite a lot."
He smiled and spoke, reaching out his hand to lift it up—the ultimate move of the Heaven-Opening Chapter, Heaven and Earth Overturned.
In addition, there's the ultimate move from the Heaven-Opening Chapter: the Chaos Seal.
The Great True Person Fuli was clearly still standing in the Daoist temple, yet the temple itself appeared in his palm.
Accompanying this was an endless stream of primordial chaotic light.
With a flick of his hand, the Daoist temple was also overturned.
Along with everything in the Daoist temple—corpses, Bone Bell, Bone Chime, even the Taiping Dao Master standing there, the nine million Yellow Turban Warrior guarding him, and even the blue sky—
Along with the giant palm, it smashed down on the head of the Taiping Dao Master.
That's right.
The Taiping Dao Master smashed it on the Taiping Dao Master's head.
This scene was so bizarre and disorienting that Zhuge Yu'yi felt like vomiting, and Sima Shi felt dizzy.
As for Zhuge Si, he had already fainted.
And right now.
'When!!'
A loud bang.
Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi looked up with difficulty, but all they saw was white light, a vast expanse of white light.
It seems that all things are destroyed, and all things are annihilated.
Then--
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
It felt like the brief moment it takes to drink a cup of tea, yet also like an infinitely long period of time.
The white light gradually Silence Below, and everything reappeared before my eyes: a Daoist temple, Bone Chime, and the Taiping Dao Master sitting cross-legged on the corpse.
It was also the one that had been restored to its original size, the Black Robe Bronze Mask.
It was as if nothing had happened.
It seems that everything was just an illusion.
However, Zhuge Yu'yi clearly saw a fine crack appear on the forehead of the Taiping Dao Master.
The crack gradually expanded, eventually covering his entire body.
Silence, silence.
"Cough cough."
The Taiping Dao Master coughed softly and spoke wearily:
"I must thank you for showing mercy, senior."
A weak voice echoed throughout the Daoist temple, striking the Bone Bell. This time, however, there were no cries of deities or scenes of the earth spirits dying.
"Um."
The man in Black Robe Bronze Mask responded calmly, sitting cross-legged opposite the Taiping Dao Master. A futon appeared beneath him at an inexplicable moment, and a jade table materialized in front of him as well.
On the table, there was also a teapot and five teacups.
Zhang Fusheng picked up the teapot and poured tea into each person's teacup, the fragrant aroma of tea wafting through the air.
Zhuge Yu'yi sniffed the air and felt Pure Qi, as if all 36,000 pores in his body were wide open!
"This is."
The Taiping Dao Master gazed at the tea leaves and said softly:
"The bamboo leaves from the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea, and this water?"
He heard the Black Robe Bronze Mask sitting opposite him say calmly:
"Three Lights Divine Water"
Sima Shi and Zhuge Yu'yi hadn't reacted yet, and didn't know what the Three Lights Divine Water was.
The Taiping Dao Master fell into a long silence.
After a while.
He sighed softly:
"It seems that a truly remarkable person has arrived at my Daoist temple."
As he spoke, the Taiping Dao Master felt slightly dizzy. "Three Lights Divine Water! Three Lights Divine Water!"
This is the Three Lights Divine Water, a treasure even the Daluo Immortals struggle to obtain, yet just now, this mysterious person before us conjured it up out of thin air!
Throughout history, there have been very few people who could create the Three Lights Divine Water.
Aside from those Supreme Beings, there were only two or three others.
Let's have some tea.
Zhang Fusheng smiled, gestured, and then picked up the Three Lights Divine Water and the Calming Tea made from bamboo leaves from the Purple Bamboo Forest, taking a quiet sip.
The other teacups flew into the hands of several people—except for Zhuge Si was unconscious.
Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi carefully tasted it.
With just one bite, both of them began to glow, radiating boundless pure light!
The Taiping Dao Master also took a sip, a look of surprise and admiration appearing on his face, and said softly:
"This feeling, it has reached its end on earth, and it probably has reached its end in heaven as well."
Zhang Fusheng shook his head:
"Not as good as the peaches of immortality."
The Taiping Dao Master smiled bitterly:
"Peaches of Immortality. I have no right to enjoy them. Those are for the Celestial Venerables, Buddhas, and Daluo of the old world."
Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi exchanged a glance and swallowed hard.
Zhang Fusheng put down his teacup and calmly began:
"Now, I have three questions for you."
The Taiping Dao Master remained silent, then took a deep breath:
"Please speak."
Zhang Fusheng gazed at the Taiping Dao Master and spoke calmly:
"You just said that the Supreme Lord to slay Yin Jiao and take over as the Year-Presiding Taisui —who is this the Supreme Lord?"
The Taiping Dao Master remained silent for a long time before replying in a low voice:
"The peerless monkey king, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."