So That Was It!

The Number 19.

The bartender looked at the man and woman in front of him and began to speak eloquently:

"Some people are born with special physical characteristics, such as in their eyes, a certain internal organ, a certain Root Bone, or even a certain blood."

The boy was listening with great interest.

'Thud!'

He thought he heard a soft knock, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

It was a sound that neither rang in one's ears nor resonated in Mental Intent.

It's a... wonderful feeling.

He felt as if he heard a 'thud'.

Zhang Fusheng subconsciously looked up and saw only dust swirling in the air under the light from the roof.

It seems to be a hallucination.

He lowered his head, not taking it to heart, but then he noticed that the bartender was also lowering his head.

In front of the door crack.

Zhang Fusheng silently sensed the new memory that had appeared in his mind, and his scalp tingled.

The past has changed.

Though insignificant, it was absolutely real.

Two slightly different memories simultaneously appeared in her mind—the changes in the past were only perceptible to herself.

Or was it everyone in the bar at the time?

Zhang Fusheng guessed that it was probably only himself.

'Thud!'

He swallowed hard. This truly was a Gate of the Past.

If you have the ability to push open this door, or your Mental Intent is strong enough to pierce through the barrier.

Wouldn't that mean we could just freely travel to the past?

"This is just the projection at the Eight Sceneries Palace."

Zhang Fusheng wondered if the Dao Palace glimpsed in that corner of the future by those Black Eyes was the Eight Sceneries Palace.

If so, how could he see it?

Could those eyes be ranked alongside those of the Eight Sceneries Palace?

Since my future self can be called [Boundless Heavenly Venerate], I am probably already incredibly powerful.

Since that's the case

Zhang Fusheng recalled the scene reflected in the Heaven and Earth Tablet, specifically the glance [Zhen Yuanzi] gave him.

There was also the old Daoist priest who disappeared from the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Something's not right.

Zhang Fusheng continued to stare through the crack in the door. His past self and Chen Nuanyu, led by a waiter, had already gone upstairs to their room.

However, because his view encompassed a forty-meter radius around him, Zhang Fusheng could still clearly see the bartender through the crack in the door.

He carefully observed the other person's pure black eyes, without a trace of white.

But then I suddenly noticed that the other person was trembling slightly.

Yes, shaking.

From this 'higher-dimensional' perspective, Zhang Fusheng could see everything clearly within that forty-meter radius!

He saw the bartender open his phone and access Feixun (a messaging app), where the other person sent a message to someone whose contact name was 'Old Niu'.

'I see someone destined to become a god.'

[Old Niu: Who?]

[Black Eyes: Your Junior Disciple Brother]

Zhang Fusheng, who was peering through the crack in the door, froze.

He quietly observed the past, watching the content on his phone.

[Old Niu: Can we kill him?]

[Black Eyes: What I saw has all come true. It was destiny, unchangeable.]

[Old Niu: I only believe in the present]

[Old Niu: Issues a public commission open to all bounty hunters]

The bartender frowned.

[Black Eyes: Whether it succeeds or fails, Hong Tianbao will conduct a thorough investigation]

[Old Niu: He'll have me investigate, and we can frame the East Cult. Remember to send me the hunter's information; I'll arrange everything.]

The bartender frowned even deeper, clearly hesitating, while the guy called Old Niu sent a final message.

'Mr. Hei, when you bet, you bet to the end.'

The bartender exhaled a breath of stale air and sighed softly, "Never mind."

Zhang Fusheng, standing by the crack in the door, saw everything.

"I see."

He straightened up, stroking the portal leading to the past, his eyes flickering.

But Eldest Senior Brother, why did you kill me, who was destined to Becoming a God?

Can the future truly be 'predicted'?

Zhang Fusheng turned and walked to the rightmost door. The door was tightly closed, unlike the other two doors which had been left ajar.

He tried pushing the door again, even Dali it, but the door remained firmly in place.

"Why wasn't there any room left for the future?"

Returning to the [Gate of the Past] on the right, Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath and muttered to himself:

"Morse code from a past life."

Morse code allows information to be transmitted simply by tapping.

After standing silently for ten minutes, Zhang Fusheng peered through the crack in the door again. A thought struck him, and images of the past appeared in the doorway.

In the scene, five minutes ago, I was standing in front of the gate, lost in thought.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and rhythmically knocked on the door in Morse code.

As he knocked on the door, he grabbed his shirt and exhaled forcefully.

The shirt was torn to shreds with great force, scattering across the ground.

At the same time, a message was also typed out completely.

'Take your clothes off on the ground'

The memory had changed; a small, completely different memory had appeared. Zhang Fusheng subconsciously lowered his head.

The scattered pieces of clothing disappeared, replaced by a perfectly intact shirt.

Zhang Fusheng's heart was pounding violently.

The changed past, in turn, has changed the present.

His scalp tingled, and the back of his head felt numb and tingly, then he burst into laughter!

I laughed and laughed, but then I couldn't laugh anymore.

Zhang Fusheng recalled a movie he had seen in his previous life called 'The Butterfly Effect,' which was about changing the past.

The past has changed, but the future may not be better.

Sometimes, even a small change can lead to a huge transformation of the present.

He silently set a rule for himself.

"The past should never be changed lightly unless there is absolute certainty."

"Because that could potentially lead to my death right now."

Zhang Fusheng's expression was solemn. If even a minor alteration could lead to his death in the past,

I am now powerless to do anything to make amends.

They will only die along with them.

"Eight Sceneries Palace"

Zhang Fusheng looked at the Gate of the Past with awe.

Before one possesses a truly matching status, and before one acquires the legendary ability to prove oneself eternally and transcend the passage of time,...

The ability to change the past is not necessarily a good thing.

I only believe in the present.

He silently withdrew from the Eight Sceneries Palace and from the Divine Realm.

Walking to the empty window without glass, looking at the moonlight outside, Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Black Eyes, is this a double bet?"

"You're betting on the Eldest Senior Brother, and you're betting on me too?"

"Or perhaps, everything he told me was just a prelude to another murder trap he had prepared for me?"

"The past can be changed, so how can the future be predetermined?"

Zhang Fusheng opened his phone, found the prison information sent by Sister Xixi, and began to look through the files of serious offenders one by one.

The file was very detailed, recording not only names and ages, but also family information, cultivation levels, and the martial Cultivation Method they were good at.

Looking at them one by one, selecting and comparing them one by one, this process is extremely tedious.

Before we knew it, it was already dawn.

'Buzz!'

My phone vibrated; it was the group chat Zhu Xiaoming had created.

Zhu Xiaoming: @Zhang Fusheng - Has Lao Zhang come back yet?

Zhu Xiaoming: @All members - The Jiang University Banquet is coming up soon. I'm planning to go back to school at noon to check on things. Are you guys going?

Lu Yao: I keep getting messages while I'm trying to sleep, go to hell!

Zhong Yue: No, my dad and the others are back. They called last night and told me I have to go home for lunch.

Zhong Yue: I guess it's nothing good, sigh.

Zhang Fusheng looked at the messages in the group chat, lost in thought.

I had dinner with Uncle Yu in the evening; I happened to be free at noon.

His face paled slightly, and a High Heaven Token appeared in his hand. Shi Zhengyuan, Mr. Du, Chen Nuanyu all held the decrees.

This fourth one was naturally for Huang Qiuxian.

The Gaotian Association should be convened at least once.

Before that

Zhang Fusheng disappeared into the shadows, and when he reappeared, he was already on the long street.

"Let's go have lunch first and settle the karma of this life."

Zhong Shan murmured to himself.