"You came three days earlier than I expected, Mr. Gu."
Those silver-gray eyes did not blink, and the miniature Star Map rotating in the pupils was still moving in the static time field.
The entire Clear Firmament Plains is like a huge stop-motion painting.
Four hundred and seventy million people maintained the posture of their last movement.
Some people were kneeling, some were raising their hands, and some were shouting slogans with their mouths open. Stars of saliva hung in the air, and even gravity was frozen.
Gu Changqing stood above the 300-foot-long seated statue, looking down at the gray cloak on the third floor of Dharma Platform.
There was a distance of several hundred feet between the two people, but the sound was transmitted clearly.
Time stopped, the air stopped flowing, and the sound waves did not attenuate at all.
"Mr. Gu is a good title."
Gu Changqing spoke, and his tone was no different from chatting, "It sounds much better than your fake call me me."
A soft laugh came from under the gray cloak.
"That's just a show for the believers. I personally always respect your title."
"Respect?"
Gu Changqing stepped down from the top of the seated statue.
Every step is taken in the void. There are no steps under the feet, and there are no golden lights paving the way. It is just stepping on the air and walking down, like walking up the stairs.
"Lie to my followers, cut off my Vow Power, steal my soul mark, and bury portraits that insult my horse in the back of my house."
He took seven steps and reached the fifth floor of Dharma Platform.
"You call this respect?"
The man in the gray cloak did not retreat, his silver-gray eyes kept following Gu Changqing's footsteps.
"Those are necessary means and are not targeted at you personally."
"Not personal?"
Gu Changqing took two more steps to reach the fourth floor.
"The picture of the Tin Dog is not directed at me personally, either?"
When he said this sentence, his tone was not Transformation like before, it was still the same tone that was neither salty nor bland.
But the man in gray cloak moved half a step back.
Nezha squatted on the top of the mountain and watched this scene, his palms were all sweaty.
He has followed Gu Changqing for so long, and Taiqing knows it. The calmer his tone, the bigger the matter.
When he is really angry, Gu Changqing doesn't get angry, curse, or even frown. He just talks calmly and then takes action.
The voice under the gray cloak became half silent.
"The matter of the Tin Dog is the decision of the people below and is not part of my plan."
"Really?"
Gu Changqing's feet landed on the third floor of Dharma Platform, standing on the same floor as the man in the gray cloak.
There was only ten feet left between the two people.
"What's your name?"
The gray cloak didn't answer.
Gu Changqing was not in a hurry. He took out his right hand from his sleeve and put his fingertips on his side.
"It's okay if you don't want to say it, I'll see for myself."
His right hand was raised.
It's not the golden mist like Great Soul-Searching Art, nor the filaments like True-Name Karma Thread, it's just an ordinary way to raise your hand, with your fingers slightly bent, and the palm facing the opposite side.
The man under the gray cloak finally moved.
Her right hand stretched out from the cloak. The fingers were very thin, the skin was an abnormal gray-white color, and the fingernails were glowing with silver.
She made a knot with her fingers, and a layer of ripples spread out from her body.
The ripples hit the boundary of the time stationary field, did not penetrate, and were bounced back.
She tried it a second time, and the ripples were stronger, vibrating with a frequency that made Nezha's scalp feel tight even looking at it from a distance.
Still got bounced back.
"Your Time Law is blocked even more tightly than what is written in my intelligence."
There was a wave in her voice for the first time, not because of fear, but because of reassessment.
"How much did you include in your intelligence?"
"Enough for me to make three sets of emergency plans."
"Three sets won't work."
There was a breath coming from the gray cloak, which was a beat longer than the normal breath, as if he was suppressing something.
"Mr. Gu, I have a proposal."
"Say."
"You release the time stasis field and let the believers here regain their consciousness. I will explain everything to you in front of them, including the true purpose of Origin Temple, including the truth of the Great Thousand Origin Realm."
Gu Changqing looked at her.
"You want me to release the time locks on 470 million people so that you can have the opportunity to detonate the Soul Imprint Collection Array under the four pillars as hostages?"
The silver-gray eyes in the gray cloak moved.
"You think I didn't see what was buried in the foundation of Dharma Platform?"
Gu Changqing's voice did not rise and fall, and his finger pointed down.
Dharma Platform The four black pillars on the first floor made a buzzing sound at the same time, and all the unknown Runes on the surface lit up, and then, starting from the roots, they turned into ashes inch by inch.
The Undercover Agent buried in the pillar was subsequently broken, and the core energy circuit of Soul Imprint Collection Array was extinguished from the source.
The four pillars turned into four piles of black ash within three breaths, falling on the white jade ground of Dharma Platform.
The man in the gray cloak looked down at the four piles of ashes and fell silent.
"The plan has been exhausted."
Gu Changqing said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Her hands retracted into her cloak.
"Then I can only tell the truth."
"You should have told the truth."
Nezha could no longer squat on the top of the hill. Wind-Fire Wheels stepped on it and made two scorch marks. The man shot him next to Dharma Platform, and Fire-Tipped Spear lay across his chest.
"Master, do you want me to take her down?"
Gu Changqing didn't look back.
"Don't worry, let her speak."
The breathing under the gray cloak became evener, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"My name is Kelān, Origin Temple Seventh Sequence executor."
"Seventh Sequence? How many sequences are there in total?"
"Thirteen."
"All the people in the thirteen sequences are in the Firmament Realm?"
"No, I'm the only one. The other twelve sequences are distributed in different areas of Myriad Worlds, each with their own tasks."
Nezha interjected.
"What mission? Are you also lying to people everywhere Vow Power?"
The hood of Kelān is turned towards the direction of Nezha.
"Third Prince Your Highness, we are not cheating, we are collecting."
"Collection is nothing. You sell fake Cultivation Technique and make people crazy. Is this called collecting?"
Kelān did not object, and the hood turned back to the direction of Gu Changqing.
"Cultivation Technique is fake, I admit that, but the obsession is not within the scope of my authorization. There was a deviation during the implementation below."
"Deviation?"
Nezha's voice was raised.
Gu Changqing raised his hand, and Nezha closed his mouth, but the expression on his face was full of dissatisfaction.
"Go on."
Gu Changqing looked at Kelān, "What exactly is Origin Temple going to do?"
In Kelān's silver-gray pupils, the rotating miniature Star Map suddenly stopped.
"Open the door to the Great Thousand Origin Realm."
Dharma Platform The wind does not move, the sound does not disperse, this sentence hangs so cleanly between the two people.
"Great Thousand Origin Realm's door requires a key."
Kelān's voice slowed down, weighing every word and saying, "The key is not a magic weapon or a magic formula, it is Vow Power."
"How much?"
"One hundred billion."
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear almost lost it.
One hundred billion points of Vow Power, that is the total output of all the Firmament Realm believers who have worshiped for ten years without eating or drinking.
Gu Changqing's fingers were rubbing the black Chip in his sleeve, with no expression on his face.
"So you are intercepting Vow Power everywhere in Myriad Worlds just to make up this number."
"Yes."
"What happens after you've gathered enough?"
Kelān's hood reveals more of his facial contours, his chin is very pointed, and his lips are as gray as his skin.
"Open the door and let the people inside come out."
Gu Changqing looked at her and said nothing for two breaths.
"Who's in there?"
Kelān's lips moved, as if to answer, and then closed again.
She looked over Gu Changqing's shoulders and looked toward the void above the head of the three-hundred-foot-long seated statue.
"There is someone who existed in this land Myriad Worlds earlier than you."
It's quiet on Dharma Platform.
Nezha felt that all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
Gu Changqing's hand was taken out of his sleeve and was empty.
"Kelān."
"Here."
"You said you are the executor of Seventh Sequence, then who is the person who gave you the order?"
Kelān's silver-gray pupils began to rotate again.
"I don't know his name."
"I don't know, or I can't tell?"
"Both."
Gu Changqing put his hands behind his back and tilted his head, as if listening to some distant sound.
Then he smiled, it was very short, and the corners of his mouth moved less than half a minute.
"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't say your name."
He turned his back to Kelān and took two steps towards the edge of Dharma Platform.
"Do you think you'll make it out alive today?"
Kelān's hand stretched out from the cloak again, pinching something with his gray fingertips.
Nezha's pupils shrank.
It was a black Chip as big as a fingernail, exactly the same as the one seized before, but the Runes on the surface was red.
Kelān's thumb pressed in the middle of Chip.