Three Hundred Years Forge My Path to Heaven!

"Legs, run faster!!"

After leaving Ankang Hospital far behind, Zhang Fusheng was sprinting.

He was afraid that the Twelve Refinements level Martial Artist would notice something was wrong and chase after him.

When he heard the guy instruct Dean Long to find 'Chaimen', he finally understood. This was likely someone from the West Cult.

Eldest Senior Brother had said that Chaimen was in contact with the West Cult.

Coupled with the phrase 'Heaven Above'.

He ran all the way until he was about to leave the dark alley. Zhang Fusheng finally found a deserted spot and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

"So close! Luckily, I bluffed my way through. What are 'Grandmaster' and 'Great Grandmaster'?"

He thought of the Great Martial Artist, the two words he had blurted out when exclaiming about the Spiritual Realm.

Pondering for a moment, Zhang Fusheng had a vague guess:

"Could it be that Grandmaster is someone who has achieved minor perfection in a meditation technique, and Great Grandmaster is perfection?"

"No, that's not right. A meditation technique should just be a prerequisite."

"This should be a realm above Martial Arts Master."

Zhang Fusheng mused. It wasn't hard to guess this. He had read plenty of novels in his past life. Phrases like 'Grandmaster is not to be insulted' – he must have read at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, of those cheesy and cliché lines.

He couldn't help it; they were good and he enjoyed reading them.

He shook his head fiercely and silently calculated his gains.

"I have sixty-three grams of Star Beast Meat left. This means I accelerated by sixty-two days, consuming a full thirty-seven grams of Star Beast Meat."

"The effect has weakened. I wonder if the effect of all Star Beast Meat has weakened, or if it's just the 'Unicorn Giant Rhinoceros Meat'."

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly. This was something he couldn't verify quickly. He had asked his second senior sister; Unicorn Giant Rhinoceros Meat was the mainstream Star Beast Meat supplied.

Other Star Beasts existed, but they were not common, at least not within Jiangzhou City.

"One hundred and sixty-seven years of Contemplation Time, is that enough?"

He started to mutter to himself. His Master was at least a centenarian, yet he still hadn't cultivated the White Bone Meditation to perfection.

It was certain that his Master's comprehension was far better than his own.

However, he now had one hundred and ten years of accumulation. Adding this one hundred and sixty-seven years, nearly three hundred years in total...

Perhaps, he could truly push the White Bone Meditation to perfection.

The Pact was dim now, its cooldown period once again over sixty days. It shouldn't be this long, was it because of the 'Flesh and Blood Plague'?

Within the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, inside the Pact, besides the memories of the two elders regarding the transaction, there were two portions of Contemplation Time and two masses of red substance floating.

Zhang Fusheng dared not take these things out.

His thoughts detached from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows. He took off his mask and quietly walked out of the deserted alley. Looking back at the bustling crowd, he had crossed the entire dark alley of the Lower-Level District.

A sense of urgency welled up in his heart.

If he left the Lower-Level District, could he stay out of trouble?

This thing was called a 'plague'!

If he left Jiangzhou City, could he avoid it?

Zhang Fusheng didn't know.

"Trading Huang Qiuxian's past cultivation will be difficult," he muttered to himself. "The priority now is to get him to join the Gaotian Association."

"I need to understand what the West Cult is all about, what they are doing, and how far their threat will extend."

"Weak! So weak!"

"I'm still too weak!"

Leaving the dark alley, he found a random hotel. After throwing ten thousand yuan at the front desk, he directly obtained the hotel's check-in information.

Approximately a hundred guests had stayed there, most of them young. A slight regret.

After consuming over thirty grams of Star Beast Meat again, Zhang Fusheng picked and chose, selecting a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He did not knock on the door, nor did he meet him. Instead, he checked into the room next to the man's, and then...

His Spiritual Realm expanded.

The middle-aged man, who had been lying comfortably on the bed, suddenly sat up with a gasp, looking around blankly at the boundless wilderness stretching in all directions.

He suddenly felt something and trembled as he raised his head. What met his eyes was a colossal face that filled the entire sky.

The left eye of the face was the sun, and the right eye was the moon, making day and night coexist. With each breath, clouds and radiant light spanning thousands of miles surged, covering the heavens and earth!

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing.

For those who do not understand the 'Mental Spiritual Realm' and are unaware that all of this is an illusion, mistakenly entering the Spiritual Realm can easily lead them to believe they have encountered a divine miracle or met a deity.

"How many years have you cultivated a meditation technique?"

The one with the sun and moon for eyes spoke, and thunderous light emanated from his mouth, transforming into lightning that tore through the dawn and dusk.

"Forty years!" the middle-aged man asked, trembling.

"If your Visualization Cultivation were to be bought with money, how much would it be worth?"

The middle-aged man kowtowed frantically:

"As you wish, as you wish!"

"'Speak freely.' the 'God' said, and a mountain of gold fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man froze, swallowed, and cautiously asked:

"This mountain of gold?"

"'Your forty years are worth this mountain of gold?'" the giant face retorted.

The middle-aged man shivered in fear, then hesitantly spoke:

"'One... one million?'"

Zhang Fusheng directly drafted a pact, but found that the contract was scorching hot, as if on fire—indicating that one million was not enough to make the middle-aged man willing.

He increased the amount to three million before the contract finally calmed down.

"Three million it is."

The Spiritual Realm suddenly vanished. The middle-aged man looked around blankly, only to hear a knock on the door. He shook his head, thinking it was a dream, and stumbled towards the door.

And then.

He saw the aged face from his 'dream,' and the indescribable parchment floating in the old man's hand.

"Gulp!"

The middle-aged man knelt down again.

"Forty years of Visualization Cultivation, plus a quarter of an hour of your memory."

"'Can the pact be made?'"

Tossing the unconscious middle-aged man onto the bed, Zhang Fusheng, resembling a twilight elder, returned to his own room.

There was a faint smell of mildew; it wasn't a good hotel, after all.

He turned off the light and drew the curtains.

"'Contract.'"

The old man sat cross-legged on the bed, his palms facing the sky.

"'Let me see your limits!'"

Two hundred and seven years rushed down with a roar, like a surging river tide.

[Year 1: Although I knew the hope was slim, I still launched an assault towards the state of Perfection!]

[I failed.]

[Year 2: I persevered with a resolute heart towards the Dao and continued to launch an assault!]

[Year 3]

[Year 47: Although I had no intention of honing the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit, under the accumulation of profound spiritual energy, I naturally comprehended the 'Giant Contemplation.']

[Under this form and spirit, my physical body rotted, swelling into a three-meter-tall rotting giant. All limitations within my body collapsed, and my strength more than tripled.]

[Year 55: In the practice of the White Bone Meditation, although I failed to break through to Perfection, my control over the Mental Spiritual Realm deepened daily.]

[Year 74: For the first time, I used my spiritual thoughts to make a drop of water float in mid-air.]

[This was difficult and the results were minuscule, but it meant I could now initially interfere with reality through spiritual will, a huge step towards Perfection!]

[Year 90: I became lost in my own world, discarding external things, viewing all living beings in the world as white bones. I suddenly felt an urge to incorporate all living beings into my Mental Spiritual Realm.]

[Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!]

Zhang Fusheng briefly awoke from the temporal surge, his eyes bloodshot, his hands flailing wildly, carving seven "kill" characters onto the hotel wall.

The contract glowed, jolting him awake.

He then fell back into the temporal surge.

[Year 91: I fell into demonic possession.]

[In the same year, a powerful force dragged me out of my depravity. I knew it was the contract; it made me absolutely correct and moved me forward.]

[Year 92: I fell into demonic possession again, and was then dragged out of my depravity.]

[Year 93]

[Year 141: I once again escaped from depravity. Repeated demonic possessions, while causing mental chaos, seemed to allow me to touch upon something.]

[In this year, my Mental Spiritual Realm could descend into reality—though only for a brief moment, the snap of a finger.]

[Year 160: I continued to cycle between falling into demonic possession and waking up. The White Bone Meditation, the Dense White Bone Contemplation—this is an evil art!]

[Year 168: I shouted, 'Heaven gives birth to all things to nurture man, and man has nothing to repay Heaven,' and fell into demonic possession again.]

[That same year, upon my awakening, I suddenly achieved great enlightenment.]

[Whether others are white bone or not, what does it have to do with me? I only seek my own Dao.]

[Year 180, it seems that between decades of falling into demonic states and awakening, my spirit became exceptionally resilient. I felt as though I saw the Great Dao.]

[Year 181, this year, I did not fall into a demonic state. I sat cross-legged on the dust, and in reality, I rotted into white bone.]

[I hadn't even managed to cultivate the fourth form, 'Blood-Soaked Form,' yet through repeated demonic immersions, I directly comprehended the seventh form—Scattered Bones Form.]

[I am a skeleton, I have succeeded, I have attained the Dao, Hahahahaha!]

[This year, I went mad.]

In the hotel room, on the bed, the old man transformed into a youth, Zhong Shan became Zhang Fusheng, and then, his skin rotted, his flesh and blood dissipated.

He became a skeleton, without flesh and blood, without internal organs, without a brain. Yet he was still alive, still sitting cross-legged.

The upper and lower teeth of the skull clacked together ceaselessly, as if laughing, emitting a 'kaka kaka' sound that echoed in the room.

[That same year, I was forcibly pulled from my madness, awakened once more, and regained my clarity.]

[Year 182, I fell into a demonic state once in the first half of the year, and went mad once in the second half.]

[Year 183, this year, I did not fall into a demonic state, nor did I go mad.]

[That same year]

[I transformed into a white bone body in reality, sitting quietly, achieving great enlightenment.]

[One skeletal hand pointed to the sky, the other skeletal hand touched the ground, just like the scroll my Master showed me many years ago when I first began the White Bone Meditation.]

[I still remember, the scroll depicted a half-rotted, half-skeletal person, sitting cross-legged on a desolate plain, a rotting hand pointing to the firmament, a skeletal hand touching the earth.]

[It was half-rotted, half-bone, seeming to laugh and cry, compassionate yet ferocious.]

[I suddenly understood, and with a sigh, I realized. So that's how it is.]

[At the beginning of Year 184, I finally achieved Perfection. I stepped into the realm of 'He Observes as I Should Be.']

[My Mental Spiritual Realm descended into reality.]

[Twenty-three more years passed. I continued to seek upward, but could not see the path ahead. However, in this process, I gradually understood why my Master called this state of Perfection the 'Heaven-Connecting Path.']

[Year 207, I wished to continue climbing upward, to glimpse the path beyond 'He Observes as I Should Be.']

[What I saw was a colossal shackle spanning heaven and earth. I naturally understood that this shackle was called the 'Great Limit.']

[I sighed softly.]

Year 207, it ends here.

The skeleton on the bed sighed softly:

"In total, three hundred years, front and back."

The ancient, decaying aura on his body was so potent it almost overflowed, but it was quickly swept away by the vibration of the Pact.

"I have succeeded," the skeleton said in a hoarse voice.

The entire small hotel suddenly plunged into an unknown place, with seventy-two snow-capped mountains below and a scorching sun above.

Frost and snow howled, the sun blazed.

After an instant, the small hotel and the terrified travelers were removed from that unknown place.

"I have succeeded." The skeletal frame transformed into a delicate and frail youth.

He got off the bed, crouched down, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Then, gently, slowly, He picked up a snowflake from the floor.

A real snowflake, originating from those seventy-two great snow mountains.

Almost half of the hotel was submerged in snow.