Boundless Heavenly Venerate

"What you eat and use is all thanks to your father's kindness."

Kong Dongyan stroked the little girl's head gently and said:

"Little Bao, Daddy's digging into the Heart's Great Secret."

The little girl nodded blankly, knelt on the ground, and said earnestly:

"I am willing to fulfill my filial duty to my father."

She grabbed the dagger, ripped open her chest, and pulled out her heart.

The other children stepped forward, took the still-beating heart, and sadly glanced at the body lying on the ground.

"Pounding medicine for my father."

Four or five children placed the fresh heart into a stone bowl and pounded it again and again with a wooden mallet.

Jiang Shutong said softly:

"Senior brother, is this the sixtieth one? Is that enough?"

"There's nothing we can do if it's not enough."

Kong Dongyan with compassion:

"In this city, I will only take the filial piety of one child. The rest should be saved for when you have children, so we can plan for the future."

He educated his junior classmates:

"It's not just about breaking through to the twelfth realm to become Martial Arts Master, nor is it just about discovering the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera when Martial Arts Master."

"After becoming a Grandmaster, one also needs the filial piety of one's children. My children and I are of the same lineage, and our souls are extremely close. I take the souls of my children as my Subordinate Soul."

"One willing and devoted soul of a close relative is better than ten true souls, and better than hundreds of false souls."

Jiang Shutong nodded, seemingly understanding, as he watched his nephews and nieces, in a sense, eagerly pounding the medicine.

He sighed with sorrow:

"If in the future, our religion flourishes, and the Federation governs the world with filial piety, what a magnificent sight that would be!"

Kong Dongyan in agreement, wanting to say something more, but suddenly sensed something and subconsciously glanced to the side.

A handsome young man stood in the shadows, his face full of pity.

The young man was bald, wearing a robe made of some kind of bone fragments, and holding a bone bowl made of skull, crystal, and gold.

His voice at this moment was ethereal, profound, melodious, and restrained.

Full of contradictions.

"Confucian Sect?" the handsome young man asked with compassion.

Jiang Shutong was stunned and didn't react.

Kong Dongyan's scalp tingled, and his refined expression turned solemn:

"Buddhist Sect who follow the Mandala System?"

Although he was asking a question, his tone was extremely certain, his body tense, ready for battle.

But the handsome young man simply smiled.

"Yes, Mandala System, Jifen, greets benefactor."

Kong Dongyan had been bending over, clenching his fists, and gathering his strength, instantly relaxed.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief; they simply gave up the fight.

He gave a deep bow, his voice trembling:

"So, it is the Buddha's disciple who has come in person."

The handsome young man smiled, sighed, " By the Mahakala above," and then turned and left without any hesitation.

It was at this time that

Kong Dongyan and Jiang Shutong then noticed the thin woman lying behind the handsome young man.

The thin woman turned around, glanced at the two of them, gave a bewitching smile, and stuck out her tongue, which was actually half a meter long!

The handsome young man walked away and disappeared.

Kong Dongyan's legs went weak, and he was drenched in sweat.

Jiang Shutong swallowed hard.

The woman on his back

"Mingfei, the Mingfei of this wrathful Buddha in the Mandala System."

Kong Dongyan breathed softly:

"He said his name is 'Ji Wen' (寂怒), which means that he is a disciple of the Buddhas of the 'Ji Wen' (安怒和怒) lineage within the Mandala System, and only he can possess such a true name."

The refined young man wiped away his sweat; despite being a top-tier martial artist at the Twelve Refinements, his eyes revealed a deep-seated fear.

"There are only six Buddha disciples in the Mandala System! Why is one of them here?"

"Or... the wrathful Buddha's disciple most skilled in killing?"

Sweat dripped onto the ground, seeping into the mud.

Dragon boat.

Du Mingsheng sat in a chair, facing a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window, the city lights illuminated the sky in a dazzling display.

"Boss."

A subordinate reported:

"We've investigated as much as we can, but we still haven't found out who delivered the letter. So far, we've only traced it back to fourteen people and fourteen transfers."

"Okay, go down."

"Yes, boss."

Du Mingsheng toyed with the letter in his hand and the wooden plaque that, while not heavy, exuded a unique charm.

"High Heavens."

He narrowed his eyes, manipulating dozens, even hundreds, of people to be delivered through mind control. What was the person behind this wanting to do?

Why did I find myself?

Mind control, even when controlling ordinary people, can only be achieved at the [Great Perfection] level of mental cultivation.

This signifies a Great Grandmaster.

"Could it be Wang Yuan? Or perhaps Shi Zhengyuan?"

This 'Twelve Refinements' master martial artist, the leader of the Green Gang, muttered to himself.

"Have I been exposed?"

He gripped the High Heaven Token tightly, almost contemplating fleeing Longzhou City immediately.

In a direct confrontation, Shi Zhengyuan might not be able to kill him, but this is his "Buddhist kingdom."

Not to mention that Shi Zhengyuan is suspected of possessing the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff, a Supreme Treasure from Different Dimension.

'Buzz!'

The wooden plaque in his hand suddenly trembled, Du Mingsheng's pupils contracted sharply as he realized that the aura of 'immortality' and 'indestructibility' emanating from it was surging violently.

He stood up, staring intently at the wooden plaque in his hand, and realized that it was guiding him.

No, to be precise, it's about guiding a wisp of one's own consciousness to some unknown place.

Du Mingsheng glanced at the letter unconsciously.

'Above High Heaven, I grant you permission to leave your name.'

Having received this letter, you are permitted entry into heaven.

'True Person'

Just these three short lines.

"Are you trying to take me to this so-called heaven?"

Curiosity surged within him; after all, it was just a wisp of consciousness, so even if it was damaged there, it didn't matter!

He simply gave up resisting.

A wisp of consciousness followed the vibrating wooden sign, disappearing into a dark and secluded place, rising, rising.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

Du Mingsheng saw, at an infinite height, beyond the limits of thought, a majestic Dao Palace that both existed and did not exist, stretching out.

He was infinitely close to the Dao Palace, yet infinitely far from it;

It's rising, yet it feels like it's falling!

Another instant.

Du Mingsheng suddenly appeared in front of the Dao Palace, stepping on the white jade steps. He suddenly felt as if he had 'grown taller'.

It's not about growing taller, but a unique feeling, a different kind of 'growing taller' that's hard to describe.

It seems that the Mortal World is insignificant, and human life is but a speck of dust; it seems as if one has already ascended to the heavens, as if one has already attained the ultimate enlightenment.

It seems like 'ascension'.

He suddenly understood.

This is a change in rank—not that he has been promoted, but that he stands before this Dao Palace, on equal footing with it.

His rank was thus temporarily and forcibly elevated!

Du Mingsheng was so shocked that his heart trembled. When he looked up again, he suddenly realized that he was not the only one outside the gate of the Dao Palace formed by the chaotic mist.

There are three more people.

Three creatures, shrouded in darkness and only vaguely humanoid in shape, were visible—just like myself, now hidden in the unknown shadows.

"Who are you?" Du Mingsheng asked, only to find his voice piercing through the darkness, changing tone, stiff, wooden, yet grand.

Three other blurry figures swayed as if about to speak, but then the gate of the Dao Palace, formed by the tangled chaos and mist, quietly opened.

The four exchanged glances, cautiously approaching each other as they entered.

The moment I stepped into the Dao Palace,

They then heard a faint, yet powerful sound rushing towards them, and suddenly found themselves in a hall that stretched for hundreds of feet.

They instinctively looked up and gazed ahead.

Looking out at the white jade wall,

A figure that is infinitely profound, infinitely vast, and infinitely tall.

He was sitting upright on an ordinary futon.

Its body was dark and gloomy, as if it were floating with one layer after another of the vast universe!

"My name is..."

A majestic Daoist Dao Sound echoed, and the chaotic figure, seemingly far above the Mortal World and untouchable, spoke softly:

"Heavenly Venerable."

Du Mingsheng, Chen Nuanyu, Shi Zhengyuan, Huang Qiuxian.

The four blurry figures remained silent for a moment.

Surprisingly, almost tacitly and spontaneously, they each took a bow and exclaimed:

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate!"