The Central Extreme Cult Master's Remains? How Come I Didn't Know? (8k Combined Chapter)
Heavenly Capital, Floating Island.
This is an island that rises above the eight thousand zhang area and is not formed by the Jianmu Tree.
Those who live here are truly either rich or noble, or at the very least, descendants of powerful Lineage.
Be careful with your words and actions.
The Buddhist disciple looked at Zhu Xiaoming beside him and spoke in a low voice:
"Do not speak recklessly here. Although there are unwritten rules that the All Gods will not unleash their divine senses to cover the area or eavesdrop on the conversations of juniors, loose lips sink ships."
Zhu Xiaoming obediently nodded his large bald head, and then asked:
"Buddha's disciple, where are we going now?"
"Go to an Orthodox God church, meet some people, and ask for a fortuitous opportunity, an opportunity."
The Buddhist disciple's gaze was deep and still, and after exchanging a few words in hushed tones,
He patted the Withered Woman lying on his back, then led Zhu Xiaoming through the deserted streets of the floating island.
"That's the residence of the Meng family, one of the Ten Great Families. Directly opposite is the gate of the Xuanyuan Clan. The towering building in the distance is the Origin Qidian Research Institute."
Along the way, the Buddhist monk kept explaining things in a rambling manner.
As Zhu Xiaoming passed by the research institute building, he curiously peeked inside and saw two young women walking out side by side.
"Xiao west, why are you dragging me out shopping so late at night instead of sleeping? You've really gone too far!"
"Oh dear, Qingxue, I just feel inexplicably uneasy today."
"Okay, okay, I'll keep you company, but we have to agree that we can only walk around for half an hour at most. I have class tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
The two young girls, hand in hand, radiating youthful energy, naturally noticed Zhu Xiaoming and the Buddhist monk with the withered woman clinging to his back.
But they only glanced at it briefly and didn't pay much attention.
"What are you daydreaming about? Keep up!"
The Buddhist disciple spoke softly.
Zhu Xiaoming snapped out of his daze, scratched his head, quickly caught up, and sighed softly:
"No, I just thought that girl's eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like Lao Zhang's, and I was a little lost in thought for a moment."
"Old Zhang?"
The Buddhist monk was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was Zhu Xiaoming's talented childhood friend.
He glanced back and said:
"That's really true."
After a moment, the Buddhist disciple comforted him:
"Once this matter in Tiandu is over, you can return to the Golden Province to see your old friends and return home in glory."
Zhu Xiaoming responded sullenly.
The two walked through the shadows of the night and soon stopped in front of a quaint-looking house.
The Buddhist disciple took a deep breath, stepped forward, and was about to knock on the door when it opened naturally.
He and Zhu Xiaoming exchanged a glance, then walked in side by side. Before them was a spacious courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, two women, one older and one younger, were practicing a special Stance Training. The older woman appeared to be in her early twenties, while the younger woman looked to be six or seven years old.
An elderly woman with gray hair was reclining comfortably in a deck chair nearby.
Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque, who were standing on the Heavenly Mechanism Stance, couldn't help but glance at the late-night visitor.
"Distracted!"
With a soft snort, a willow branch lashed out at the two women, leaving no mark on their skin, yet causing them to wince in pain.
"Purify your mind and maintain tranquility."
The old woman, who had just returned from the research institute, held a willow branch in her hand and looked solemn.
"The Heavenly Mechanism Stance will greatly benefit you. This is not a method for cultivating Qi and Blood to nourish the body; you must take it seriously!"
After a short while,
The old woman glanced sideways at the two young visitors and spoke calmly:
"Night has come to seek me out. Speak, what is it?"
The Buddhist disciple bowed respectfully.
"The Mandala System, the disciple of the Jifen Venerate, has met with the Heavenly Mechanism Grand Matriarch."
Mandala System??
Lin Dongxi, whose mind had just regained its tranquility, was once again stirred by turmoil. She turned her head in surprise, and seeing the willow branch about to lash out again, she cried out:
"You're wrong!"
The Little Bean then stood steadily again.
"Snort!"
The old woman glared at the little girl before slowly turning to look at the Calm Wrath Buddha Son:
"A Buddhist disciple, what brings you to my humble courtyard? The Federation cracks down hard on cults."
Zhu Xiaoming observes his nose and his heart.
The Buddhist disciple took a deep breath and continued respectfully:
"I've heard that the Jie Sect preserves a glimmer of life for all things, and that Grandmother is the current leader of the Jie Sect. I've come to pay my respects today, hoping to secure a glimmer of life for myself!"
Great-Grandma raised an eyebrow:
"A glimmer of hope must be earned, not begged for. Even if you weren't a cult member, your attitude of begging will not earn you any guidance. Leave."
I'll assume no one comes tonight.
As she spoke, Great-Grandma waved her hand, and a gust of wind rose from the ground.
The Buddha's disciple exclaimed:
"Zhu Xiaoming!"
At that shout, Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque's hearts were disturbed—they both felt that the name was somewhat familiar.
The two women immediately calmed down.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard.
Zhu Xiaoming quickly clasped his hands together, and a bright light emanated from his body, illuminating the courtyard like a Buddhist paradise!
"Um?"
Grandmother Tai let out a soft "hmm," and the raging wind that was about to blow the two of them away suddenly stopped.
She looked Zhu Xiaoming up and down, and said in surprise:
"I misjudged you, an eighteen-year-old Venerable One?"
Ha??
Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque turned their heads in unison, and what greeted them was the fluttering of willow branches.
The latter immediately stood up straight, while the former screamed in pain.
The Buddhist disciple waited silently until the old woman finished whipping the Little Bean before speaking in a deep voice:
"Zhu Xiaoming, I seized a sliver of hope for him, enabling him to instantly become a Buddhist Arhat and my Dharma Protector Vajra."
Great-Grandma looked at him calmly and said:
"It seems you're quite knowledgeable about the Jie Sect. Speak, what is it?"
The Buddhist disciple took a deep breath:
"Grandma should know that my ten Buddha disciples of the Mandala System are merely vessels for the Supreme Gods."
"I must seize a glimmer of hope for myself!"
Hearing his words, Great-Grandma chuckled:
"To shed the identity of a Buddhist disciple?"
"No!"
The Buddhist disciple declared emphatically:
"I wish to defy the Six-Armed Mahakala, I wish to seize the body of this god!"
He bowed deeply.
The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and the old woman was clearly taken aback.
After a while,
The old woman sat up straight in the recliner, her eyes bright and alert.
"What incredible courage! This is almost impossible."
The Buddhist disciple simply nodded:
"That's why, if we succeed, you who intercepted this life-saving opportunity for me will naturally reap great benefits. Isn't this exactly what the Jie Sect does?"
After pausing for a moment, he said to himself:
"The Jie Sect's leader becomes more powerful with each life they alter. If you can change my fate, you might be able to step into the realm of Great Divine Ability User."
Grandmother gazed intently at the Buddhist disciple, then suddenly smiled.
With a smile, the courtyard seemed to spring again, with flowers blooming everywhere.
She struck a solemn pose and said calmly:
"An interesting little guy."
As they spoke,
Great-Grandma's eyes turned dark and deep, as if countless dense lines of starlight were floating within them, and then she spoke solemnly:
"A great upheaval will occur in the underworld soon, or perhaps you will find a glimmer of hope within it to break the deadlock Becoming a God."
The underworld?
Buddhist disciples bowed and paid their respects.
"Thank you for your guidance, Great-Grandma."
Grandma nodded and simply said, "Go." Suddenly, the wind rose again and blew the two visitors away.
The courtyard was quiet again.
She glanced at the two women who were struggling to stand in the Heavenly Mechanism Stance, and suddenly smiled helplessly:
"Alright, everyone, get some rest."
Chen Yuque let out a long breath, collapsing to the ground panting, while the Little Bean let out a cheer.
This Heavenly Mechanism Stance is extraordinary. It is not Stance Training for cultivating Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and spirit, but rather for cultivating one's fundamental true spirit, the karmic consequences, and Heavenly Numbers.
After cheering twice, Lin Dongxi suddenly looked at the old woman:
"Master, is that Netherworld the same Netherworld you mentioned a few days ago, the one where we were supposed to compete for fortuitous opportunity?"
"Yes."
Grandma nodded calmly, but her gaze had somehow become intense.
Her voice suddenly became more varied and inflected as she spoke:
"Our Jie Sect lineage has been passed down for countless years—truly countless years. The changes in the Underworld will be the time for our Jie Sect to transform."
After a pause, Great-Grandma lowered her eyes, concealing the blazing light within them, and continued:
"In the coming days, you shall all journey together to the underworld to seize this fortuitous opportunity."
Lin Dongxi couldn't help but ask:
"What fortuitous opportunity?"
Great-Grandma was silent for a moment, then spoke softly:
"The Zhongji City will soon open. You will enter and become its Zhongji City, ruling over the Netherworld."
The two women stared wide-eyed and simultaneously pointed to themselves:
"Huh? Us?"
Grandmother nodded.
"The battle for Zhongji City doesn't consider cultivation level or achievements; it only considers fate."
As she spoke, she stood up and looked up at the moon:
"If we succeed this time, our sect will have accumulated enough resources to invite another extraordinary figure."
Chen Yuque seemed lost in thought, while Lin Dongxi, like a curious child, kept pressing for answers:
"What exists?"
Great-Grandma smiled, and after a long while, she spoke softly:
"He is the second greatest being in history, the head of Daluo, and also the Buddha of Buddhism."
Buddhism and Buddha?
Lin Dongxi was surprised to see his master's gaze fall upon him, and a low voice drifted over:
I won't hide it from you.
"It is precisely because that person is the Buddha [Duobao Tathagata] of Buddhism, and inviting Him to return requires Buddhist affairs, that I have taken you as my disciple."
"That's why I agreed to the request made by that Buddhist disciple earlier."
"Don't worry, it's not about making you a container or anything. We just need an anchor point."
Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi looked at each other, wanting to ask more questions, but then they saw that Grandma was lying back on the recliner, holding a willow branch in her hand.
"Have you rested enough?"
"Continue practicing the Heavenly Mechanism Stance!"
As the willow branch fell to the ground, Chen Yuque exclaimed in surprise, Little Bean cried out like a banshee.
Grandma waved the willow branch, lost in thought, her gaze unfathomable.
The Underworld, the Zhongji City.
The legendary abode of the Master of Nine Nether!
If it can really be seized
She licked her dry lips.
Hades.
Taiping Daoist Temple.
The entire Daoist temple is clearly placed on the ground, yet it seems out of place, with a sense of ethereal energy flowing through it.
Inside the Daoist temple.
Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyes, gazing at the shattered divination blocks scattered on the ground, then calmed down again.
The others in the Daoist temple were completely baffled and still had no idea what had happened.
A while passed.
The Taiping Dao Master saw the man in Black Robe Bronze Mask stomp the shards of the divination blocks into the mud, and then suddenly spoke again, his voice completely flat:
"So, not counting the Tushita Palace that was kicked out, what Monkey Sun left in the Underworld were three Auxiliary Guardian? And who was the Main Guardian?"
The Taiping Dao Master took a deep breath and simply shook his head:
"Have no idea."
Zhang Fusheng calmly pressed on:
"Not even the slightest clue?"
"Not exactly."
The Taiping Dao Master raised his head and stared at the man in Black Robe Bronze Mask standing before him.
His figure was like a magnificent iron mountain, blocking the faint light of the dark, round sun in the sky. As a result, shadows piled up from his body and pressed down on him.
Thrilling.
The sudden, inexplicable thrill was as if this mysterious being had done something extraordinary just moments before.
All thoughts, now Silence Below.
The Taiping Dao Master spoke in a deep voice:
"As far as I know, the people of the Main Guardian, the Supreme Lord, will soon show themselves."
"Oh?"
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:
Tell me about it.
The Taiping Dao Master remained silent, but simply pointed to the majestic pass and fortress in the distance before saying:
"It is none other than..."
"That is the Zhongji City behind the Nine Nether Pass, which is about to open to the public."
"It is the soon-to-be-returned Zhongji City —you should understand better than I what kind of being the Lord of Zhongji truly is."
"After all, you just impersonated Him."
Each word echoed within the Taiping Daoist Temple. Zhang Fusheng was first taken aback and fell silent.
Suddenly, amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he burst into laughter.
The laughter was deafening and echoed endlessly.
For a long time.
Zhang Fusheng let out a breath, stared at the Taiping Dao Master, and spoke calmly:
"So, the last trick Monkey Sun left behind was the Central Extreme Cult Master?"
The Taiping Dao Master paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"I don't know, maybe not."
"But someone will surely take over Zhongji City and rule the entire Netherworld—whoever takes over will be the one the Supreme Lord spoke of."
Taiping Daoist Temple fell silent once more; Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi dared not even breathe.
As for Sima Si, who had just woken up?
He was curled up, looking completely bewildered.
Another half hour passed.
Zhang Fusheng's thoughts raced through his mind, but he finally composed himself and asked a final question:
"When will the Nine Nether Pass and the Zhongji City open?"
"Soon."
The Taiping Dao Master answered frankly:
"No one can say for sure the exact date, but judging from the timeline, it is likely to be soon— the Supreme Lord has left a message."
Tell me about it.
"The Supreme Lord said that the day the Five Finger Mountain collapses again will be the day the Zhongji City opens up, and all living beings enter into it."
The Taiping Dao Master's voice rose and fell, like an aria:
"That is the former residence of the Central Extreme Cult Master, the city where He reigned over the Nine Netherworlds—no one knows the power of this city, no one knows what this city can do."
"Furthermore, the Supreme Lord has said that the remains and remains of the Central Extreme Cult Master are located in Zhongji City!"
"But soon after, the city will open!"
The sound echoed for a long time before finally fading away.
The Black Robe Bronze Mask simply smiled in a way that was difficult to decipher.
The former residence of the Central Extreme Cult Master?
Does the Central Extreme Cult Master know about this?
No, I don't know.
But I know now.
And the remains and remains of the Central Extreme Cult Master?
When did I acquire a body that I wasn't even aware of?
Interesting, what exactly did the Great Sage prepare for himself?
Furthermore, since these are the remains of the [Central Extreme Cult Master], shouldn't the Central Extreme Cult Master himself be able to control them at will?
Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids, closed his eyes in deep thought, and nodded after a long while.
"Fine."
"I will believe you and return when Zhongji City opens."
The Taiping Dao Master breathed a slight sigh of relief and bowed, saying:
"To be honest, there were three checkpoints to enter Zhongji City at that time."
"Tianpeng is one gatekeeper, Bailong is another, and I am yet another—at that time, I will be in charge of the matters of entering the city and vying for the position of master."
Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, then asked in confusion:
Will Tianpeng return?
Marshal Tianpeng, now Li Xiuyuan, is a pilgrim on the journey to the West.
How can I get back?
The Taiping Dao Master nodded firmly:
"They will return, no matter what, they will definitely return. It is destiny, it is the Imperial Decree of the Supreme Lord."
Seeing this, Zhang Fusheng didn't ask any more questions. He nodded slightly and turned to leave without any hesitation.
Just before leaving the Daoist temple, he spoke softly:
"The heavens are indeed dead. I'm very curious, can you, the blue sky, truly become the new heavens?"
The sense of crisis that had been weighing on the Taiping Dao Master's heart dissipated at this moment. He bowed respectfully and then said frankly:
"To be honest, Your Excellency, the chaos in the forty-nine provinces of the Federation was entirely my doing."
"When the world is in rebellion, the clear sky will replace the heavens of humanity."
"When all in the heavens rebel, the blue sky will replace the azure sky."
The deep voice echoed, making Zhuge Yu'yi others tremble with fear.
The person behind the current unrest and rebellion in various provinces is none other than the Daoist priest before us!!
This news is too shocking; if it gets out, the entire Federation will be shaken to its core!
Zhang Fusheng also turned around and gave the Taiping Dao Master, who was only at the Great Power level, a deep look, but did not question his words.
His figure vanished into thin air, leaving only a single sentence behind, which slowly rippled outwards.
"Inciting rebellion throughout the land, that's your old specialty, isn't it?"
The lingering sound echoed endlessly, as if it had been cut out from the underworld, seemingly residing in the Taiping Daoist Temple in the vast Taiping Daoist Temple of the underworld.
Thus, it returned to its original position.
The Taiping Dao Master let out a heavy sigh.
"We've narrowly escaped a disaster."
He muttered to himself, ignoring the three people still beside him, and reached up to touch his back—which was now covered in cold sweat.
The Taiping Dao Master gave a wry smile, stood up, walked forward, and then squatted down again.
He squatted down in front of the pile of broken divination blocks trampled into the mud.
"I will answer your questions later."
The Taiping Dao Master said without even looking up:
"It will also make you understand your own mission."
As they spoke,
He reached out, picked up the largest shard from among the broken pieces of the divination blocks, rubbed it for a moment, and then clenched it tightly in his palm.
For a long time,
The Taiping Dao Master pushed the divination blocks away, and before the three bewildered eyes of the three, the shards disappeared into the void, their whereabouts unknown.
Source Origin Research Institute.
Underground.
Although the old woman had been gone for a long time, the Yellow-toothed Old Man was still guarding the place, staring at the dark thing suppressed in the magic circle.
He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in a low voice:
"What exactly are you?"
"As you said, Jiang Feinao used a sacrificial array to summon you—why are you now unwilling to descend?"
The dark mass simply twisted silently, without uttering a sound.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man wiped the sweat from his brow. Despite the powerful magic array suppressing it, facing this terrifying entity head-on...
Even someone as knowledgeable as Him was still deeply shaken.
After a moment of contemplation,
The Yellow-toothed Old Man continued:
"Is it because there are people or things in Yin Chang'an that you don't want to see?"
The dark objects suddenly twisted even more violently.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man understood—there really was.
But what is it?
World-Honored Tathagata?
Is it still that ancient will that surrendered and proclaimed itself the Northern Emperor?
Or perhaps something else?
He couldn't understand it.
Just as he was about to continue probing questions,
The Yellow-toothed Old Man saw that the dark thing suppressed and restrained by the magic array had actually swirled into the shape of a huge vortex.
After a long while, something was actually spat out from the vortex.
The object rushed straight out of the magic array, landing precisely at the feet of the Yellow-toothed Old Man.
He bent down to pick it up and examined it closely—it was a fragment.
A fragment of something unknown, still covered in dirt, was found. The Yellow-toothed Old Man reached out, wiped off some of the dirt, and smelled it. His expression changed slightly.
"Mud from the underworld."
He took a breath, then looked at the dark object again, and asked cautiously:
What do you mean?
The pitch-black things rolled endlessly, and a spiritual will surged forth, intertwining into words that were imprinted in the Yellow-toothed Old Man's spiritual world.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man let out a muffled groan. Despite being prepared, listening to the words of this dark thing still startled him.
Inner demons breed, the physical body decays, and the Soul Spirit weakens!
Having barely withstood this terrifying pollution,
The Yellow-toothed Old Man was panting heavily, the vast sound of the dark things echoing in his mind, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"You want me to inquire about this object from the Supreme Heavenly Position, to reveal its past?"
He held up the shards in his hand.
The dark object simply rolled silently.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man licked his lips:
"Alright."
"Tomorrow we have two things to do: Grand Sacrifice to inquire about the Supreme Heavenly Position. Now, with this item added, it makes three things in total."
The Supreme Heavenly Position is in a distant Different Dimension, where no one sits.
However, the Source Origin Research Institute has a special method that allows them to communicate with the vast and incomparable [Great Accomplishment Grandmaster Supreme Heavenly Position] through sacrificial rites.
Each time you communicate, you can ask three questions, and the Supreme Heavenly Position will provide the answers.
Any question, any matter, can be answered.
The Yellow-toothed Old Man took a deep look at the dark creature in the magic circle, solemnly put the fragment covered in the dust of the underworld into his pocket, and turned to leave.
"You're back."
Two thousand feet area, hotel.
Ruan Yutu lowered her head gently:
"The Cui Clan Elder returned not long ago. He must have gone to see that so-called Lord Taisui. But judging from his expression, it seems that something unpleasant happened."
Zhang Fusheng, having removed his black robes and bronze mask, hummed in agreement.
At this moment, Cui Liuduo and the others were all in their respective rooms, and the living room was empty except for Ruan Yutu waiting there.
Zhang Fusheng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the night view of this floor. It wasn't bustling at all, not even as vibrant as the night view of Jiangzhou City.
From a distance, it appears calm and desolate.
He stood quietly, his thoughts racing, a multitude of things colliding in his mind.
Taiping Dao Master, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Marshal Tianpeng, Zhongji City, Northern Emperor.
Finally, there's the divination blocks.
It was a 'Holy Grail Form' that he forced himself into.
At that time, in the Eight Sceneries Palace, the third casting of the divination blocks resulted in the Holy Grail, and Heaven's Will decree announced that the Gate of the Present would be opened after twelve hours.
The twelve two-hour periods of the day, or twenty-four hours.
In other words, after midnight tomorrow night, I will be able to enter that portal and enter the real Eight Sceneries Palace.
It's not just the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Perhaps, there's also the Jade Void Palace?
And those three supreme Supreme Treasure!
A smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face, tinged with a hint of mockery.
Reverence has vanished.
This applies to the Three Pure Ones, and also to all other Supreme Beings.
You seem to be preoccupied?
Ruan Yutu walked forward silently.
"No problem."
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his temples and said calmly:
"It just suddenly dawned on me that some seemingly high and mighty beings aren't so high after all. So that's how it is."
"They will compromise."
After a moment's pause, he suddenly turned his gaze to Ruan Yutu:
Would you compromise with the ants on the ground?
Ruan Yutu was taken aback:
"Of course not."
"Yes, no."
Zhang Fusheng laughed again:
"Humans only compromise with things that are similar to themselves—this applies to both humans and gods."
Ruan Yutu was a little confused and didn't quite understand. Just then, with a 'snap' of the switch, the living room lights suddenly turned on.
Cui Liuduo appeared out at some point:
"Compromise?"
She sized up the young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and said calmly:
"We, the Cui family, have no need to compromise with anyone, not even the last thousand years of the Tang Dynasty—what, what happened to you?"
She paused for a moment, maintaining her superior posture, and raised her head slightly:
"Although you are not of the same surname, the blood of the Cui family flows in your veins. If you encounter any difficulties, you should seek help from the Lineage."
Zhang Fusheng chuckled, looked the arrogant woman up and down, thanked her gently, and didn't say anything more.
Cui Liuduo raised her eyebrows again, clearly displeased by Zhang Fusheng's attitude, and was about to say something in a fit of anger when...
The doors to the other rooms also opened at this time.
Cui Wendao, Cui Wending, and that clan elder all came out.
"What happened?"
Cui Wending asked curiously, but Zhang Fusheng simply waved his hand calmly:
"It's nothing, just a sudden feeling of sentimentality in the quiet of the night."
Cui Liuduo snorted coldly:
"Feeling sentimental?"
Seeing her like this, the clan elder broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that his little ancestor might anger that terrifying being.
He quickly stepped in to smooth things over:
"Alright, alright, it's so late. Oh, by the way, the competition results are out."
The elder wiped his sweat and addressed the crowd:
"Just moments ago, the Meng Clan, one of the ten most prominent clans of the last thousand years, issued a notice that this year's competition will not be held in Tiandu."
Suppressing her anger, Cui Liuduo frowned and asked:
"Not in Tiandu? Then where is it?"
A bitter smile appeared on the elder's face:
"The mysterious underworld I mentioned doesn't seem as dangerous as the rumors suggest."
"Netherworld?"
Cui Liuduo raised an eyebrow:
"You've been there?"
The elder hesitated for a moment, then nodded:
"I've been there. The Lord Taisui is in the underworld. Speaking of which..."
He changed the subject and continued:
"Although the location for the competition has been decided, the specific date has not been set; it's only said to be in the near future."
After a short while,
The elder seemed to remember something and continued:
"However, during the period of waiting for the competition to begin, all the Lineage participating in the competition are allowed to go to the floating island, but only during the daytime."
Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways, Cui Liuduo also became somewhat interested:
"A floating island towering eight thousand feet above the ground??"
"Right."
The clan elder nodded in agreement:
"My suggestion is that we can go there during the day tomorrow. After all, if our Cui family really succeeds, and truly becomes a household name..."
"According to the rules, a residence will also be built on the floating island."
Cui Wendao, somewhat confused. He didn't know much about floating islands, nor did he understand what it meant to build a government on them.
Cui Wending, standing to the side, became excited, his eyes glazed over.
"A floating island."
He licked his lips and spoke excitedly:
"That's the Federation's most important location. I've heard that the legendary [Great Prison of the Six Paths], which governs the destination of all the dead's souls, is also located on this floating island!"
The clan elder smiled and nodded, then glanced cautiously at Zhang Fusheng and coughed:
"Dao Venerate, are you going?"
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. He had originally planned to visit 'Li Xiuyuan,' who was already preparing to embark on his pilgrimage, tomorrow, and then use his mind to descend into the depths of the starry sky to take a look at the Tushita Palace.
However, is the floating island the most important place in the Federation, the location of the Great Prison of the Six Paths?
It's worth a visit.
Anyway, it's only a daytime visit—once it's evening, then you can go see the real Eight Sceneries Palace!
After calming his racing thoughts, Zhang Fusheng nodded peacefully.
"Of course you can go, but speaking of which, I've heard that the Origin Qidian Research Institute is also located on a floating island?"
"Yes."
The clan elder nodded affirmatively, then, after a moment's thought, added:
"By the way, all races are allowed to visit the Research Institute and the Nine Departments. If everyone is willing, we can go to the Research Institute tomorrow."
Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes. Research Institute, Nine Departments.
At this moment, he could clearly sense that the High Heaven Token he had given to Meng Xiaoshi was on the floating island.
At that time, I met Meng Xiaoshi in the Chongyang World — Kong Shentong's niece, one of the Nine Departments, the Investigation Department.
She said she had seen something similar to the Human Emperor Seal in the hands of the head of the Seventh Department of the Investigation Department.
Zhang Fusheng then gave her a High Heaven Token, instructing her to bring it to the capital.
Now, however, it can be put to use—his true body has entered the capital and is no longer isolated by the magic array.
It is natural that one can communicate with that token, and naturally one can use that token to send down a wisp of will!
It wouldn't be difficult to take something similar to the Human Emperor Seal with it.
Zhang Fusheng's mind raced as he listened to the crowd discussing the floating island and the research institute, and he let out a soft sigh.
The research institute is worth a visit.
If I remember correctly.
It seems Zhang Xiaoxi has come to the Research Institute?
Just as his thoughts were turning,
The clan elders gave their final verdict:
"Since no one has any objections, let's go check out the floating island tomorrow. We might even be able to make a trip to the Research Institute!"
"As for now, everyone should rest!"
Nothing changed overnight.
The next day, morning.
After boarding the pre-arranged floating vehicle, the group headed towards the floating island eight thousand feet above the ground.
After passing through numerous checkpoints and inspections, we finally arrived at the floating island close to noon.
"Quite a few people come to the floating island."
As he got off the vehicle, the elder gestured with his lip, indicating that one after another, the floating vehicles were slowly descending in the distance.
Zhang Fusheng glanced over and, to his surprise, saw Zhuge Yu'yi and Sima Shi.
They all emerged from the underworld and from the Taiping Daoist Temple.
Only
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing a subtle change in the aura emanating from both of them.
I can't quite put my finger on it.
At this moment, the clan elder spoke up:
"By the way, it seems we can't go to the Research Institute today."
Cui Liuduo asked in surprise:
"Why? Did something happen?"
No, that's not the case.
The elder casually replied:
"I heard that the Research Institute is holding Grand Sacrifice today to ask questions of the Supreme Heavenly Position and seek answers, so the Research Institute has been temporarily closed."
Um?
Zhang Fusheng's heart skipped a beat. Grand Sacrifice?
Inquiring about the Supreme Heavenly Position?
His mind raced, and suddenly an idea came to him.
With his current mastery of cause and effect, interfering in a Grand Sacrifice not far away is incredibly easy.
Perhaps
Can I ask questions on behalf of the Research Institute?
Or perhaps, should someone answer on behalf of the Supreme Heavenly Position?
A glint of light flashed in Zhang Fusheng's eyes as he looked up at the sky.
Today, His Manifesting Divinity.