Chapter 222: Chapter 170: The Terrifying Eighth Seat

The people looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the starry sky??

Third-seat Huang Qiuxian coughed and reminded:

“Newcomer, are you on another planet?”

“No, the starry sky,” Mingyue answered briefly, slightly bowing her head towards the Celestial Venerate.

Huang Qiuxian sighed helplessly and spoke again:

“The starry sky, similar to our planet, is subject to certain changes in rules. Other than specific routes between planets, it’s hard to get a foothold in the starry sky.”

He shook his head and said:

“Unless it’s a naturally gifted Star Beast or a Divine Spirit, even a Celestial Human who can destroy hundreds of miles with one strike would find it difficult to survive in the starry sky…”

Several other elders found it both ridiculous and absurd,

although they were all making things up and talking nonsense, it wasn’t supposed to be this outrageous!

You might as well fabricate a story about being in a small city or even on a farming planet; that would be better than being in the starry sky…

Under the watchful and peculiar gazes, Miss Mingyue tilted her head but ultimately remained silent.

She didn’t elaborate much, only performing an ancient ritual towards the Celestial Venerate before saying:

“I did not lie.”

It seemed that before she spoke every time, she performed a ritual meticulously, leaving everyone looking at each other, and the Taoist Palace fell into a strange silence.

“Please take your seat first.”

The True Man broke the dead silence, coughed, and then spoke:

“A price for a gift.”

“A contribution for a seat.”

The three newcomers fell silent for a moment. Yuan Feidao performed a ceremonial salute:

“I am willing to exchange a century of spiritual cultivation for a seat in the High Heaven.”

He was still half-skeptical, thinking that casually trading any matter was too bizarre,

even one’s lifespan or past cultivation could be extracted??

Inconceivable and unheard of.

The True Man nodded:

“Approved.”

He traced out light and shadow, and the contract was immediately established:

“Henceforth, you shall be the sixth seat.”

As his words fell, Yuan Feidao’s pupils suddenly contracted when he noticed his memories beginning to change, his past hundred years of arduous cultivation quietly erased, or rather…

Stripped away!

He was shocked and terrified, performing a heartfelt salute to the Great Celestial Venerate.

Shen Baobao gulped nervously, unsure what to contribute, finally gritting her teeth:

“I offer a century of spiritual accumulation to secure a seat!”

“Approved.”

“Henceforth, you shall be the seventh seat.”

Her spiritual accumulation plummeted by a hundred years.

Shen Baobao was not very old, so she offered spiritual accumulation instead of past cultivation—spiritual accumulation could be acquired through various means.

For example, consuming Celestial Medicine.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the little girl who spoke without thinking.

Mingyue glanced at the Great Celestial Venerate quietly. Is the Heavenly Path sharing surplus to fulfill the deficient?

This indeed is the Heavenly Path.

This was the Dao set by this great Lord long ago.

She took a deep breath:

“Since it’s all about spiritual accumulation and cultivation, this little child also offers a millennium of spiritual accumulation for a great seat.”

How much??

A thousand years???

Everyone’s eyes locked onto the newcomer again, even the Celestial Venerate in the Chaos Fog widened his eyes—”What??”

Zhang Fusheng licked his dry lips, suddenly feeling that bringing Miss Mingyue into the High Heaven was probably the most correct decision he ever made!

Wait, you’re offering a Thousand-Year Refining Spirit just like that??

At this moment, others in the Taoist Palace also felt something amiss—wait.

This ’little girl’, could she be a big shot??

They all turned their eyes to the True Man.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, the True Man reached out to trace light and shadow, softly saying:

“Approved.”

“Henceforth, you shall be the eighth seat.”

The millennium of spiritual accumulation was stripped from Miss Mingyue, yet unlike Yuan Feidao of the sixth seat and Shen Baobao of the seventh seat, she didn’t even groan.

It seemed as if losing these things was…

Trivial to her.

The Taoist Palace fell into dead silence for the third time.

Everyone’s gaze towards the eighth seat underwent a complete change, including Yuan Feidao at the peak of Celestial Humans.

A millennium of spiritual accumulation!

Even with pills to compensate, it would take ten White Bone Lotus Seeds!

Even for Celestial Humans, a millennium of spiritual accumulation was crucial—yet she just gave it away like that?

No.

She actually could give it!

After a long while.

The True Man broke the silence again:

“Mutual exchange?”

The old voice stirred everyone back to consciousness. The Buddha Son curiously glanced at the mysterious eighth seat,

and then turned his head to look at the first-seat Chen Nuanyu:

“I promised you before to sever the karmic link with the God of Plague, and now I have prepared everything.”

After a pause, he continued:

“Would you meet me in the real world, or wait for the next gathering in the High Heaven?”

Shen Baobao was startled; severing the karmic link with the God of Plague?

Who exactly are these people??

As a Grandmaster…could she be the weakest among them?

Yuan Feidao also looked surprised; he had been cultivating the Dao of Cause and Effect for many years and naturally understood how difficult it was to sever karma with a divine spirit.

Chen Nuanyu performed a salute:

“Let’s wait for the next gathering in the High Heaven.”

“Very well.” The Buddha Son nodded.

Du Mingsheng finally couldn’t hold back any longer and quickly said:

“I am currently in a great perilous situation and wish to seek fate from you all— I am willing to pay an equivalent price for help.”

Everyone looked at him, Shi Zhengyuan frowned:

“Great perilous situation? Second seat, explain slowly.”

Du Mingsheng smiled bitterly:

“I went to a subordinate city called Chongshan City.”

Behind the Chaos Fog, the Great Celestial Venerate, who was gnawing on Star Beast meat, lifted his head.

Du Mingsheng continued:

“There are many followers of the Celestial Principle Sect entrenched there, not lacking in Great Sects, even…there is a Celestial Human.”

“I was captured by that Celestial Human.”

Everyone looked at each other, Shen Baobao said thoughtfully,

“Are you sure it’s the Celestial Principle Sect?”

“I’m sure.” Du Mingsheng nodded affirmatively, looking at the newcomer of the seventh seat: “Can the Ancient Saint Sect lend a hand?”

Shen Baobao pondered for a moment,

“A Celestial Human from the Celestial Principle Sect… I will report this, but to be honest, my status within the Ancient Saint Sect is not high, so I can’t guarantee anything.”

Du Mingsheng solemnly bowed,

“I will remember this, regardless of the outcome, I owe you a favor—of course, I must survive to repay it.”

The Buddha Son also spoke at this time,

“A Celestial Human, a Walking Under God, probably the head of the Celestial Principle Sect in the Golden Province.”

“I can invite a Walking Under God from my Mandala Lineage to take action, but the outcome is uncertain, if two Celestial Humans start fighting, it might cause Chongshan to burst.”

He was telling the truth; at the level of Celestial Humans, every move carries immense power,

If two Celestial Humans battle, breaking thousands of miles of land would be commonplace, which could potentially lead to the destruction of the small world of Chongshan.

Du Mingsheng’s expression changed, finally he sighed,

“I’ll still look to see if there’s another way.”

Everyone discussed various possibilities in search of a way out for the second seat, Yuan Feidao was hesitant at this moment, but in the end, said nothing.

For him, the priority was to prepare for February 9th.

Everything else was illusory, not advisable to complicate matters.

Everyone discussed for a long time without reaching a conclusion, yet that mysterious eighth seat,

After saluting to the Celestial Venerate, suddenly spoke,

“The Celestial Human you’re talking about, is it an old beggar with a rotten wooden staff and a broken bowl?”

Du Mingsheng’s expression brightened, nodding repeatedly,

“Yes! It’s him! Moreover, what I saw was just his projection, not his true form, I don’t know where the true form is…”

Everyone saw the eighth seat nod slightly,

“His true form is hidden in a mountain range outside Chongshan City; rest assured, this person is severely injured, when he captured you, it was a brief awakening—consider yourself unlucky.”

Everyone was a bit confused,

Du Mingsheng contemplated,

“Eighth seat, you mean he will continue to slumber, and I actually don’t need to face a Celestial Human?”

“Correct.” Mingyue replied calmly.

Huang Qiuxian couldn’t help but speak,

“Eighth seat, this matter concerns the life of the second seat, can you be certain? I’m not questioning you, I’m just saying, if in case that Celestial Human…”

Before he finished speaking, Miss Ming Yue casually said,

“I am certain; I crippled him myself, I know exactly how much strength I used.”

Silence filled the Taoist Palace.

The eighth seat spoke to herself,

“Yet it’s my fault too; I was careless at the time, used too light a hand and didn’t kill him directly, allowing him to hide using some Supreme Treasure.”

Everyone exchanged glances, no one able to find words.

The eighth seat.

Who exactly is she?

What divine being??

Shi Zhengyuan suddenly swallowed hard, realizing that someone capable of crippling a Celestial Human referred to herself as a child, and spoke of ’my master’…

In the silence,

Du Mingsheng trembled slightly, paying his respects to the eighth seat,

“I owe you a great favor as well, this information is extremely important to me.”

“It’s nothing.” Miss Ming Yue nodded slightly.

Shi Zhengyuan and the Buddha Son did not say anything, but at the side, the sixth seat, Yuan Feidao, suddenly spoke up,

“I also have a question, not sure if any of you know, but if you do, I am willing to pay a price to exchange for the information.”

Everyone looked at the sixth seat, hearing this newcomer, the voice solemn,

“I want to know, have any of you heard of… [Laozi]?”

What?

Huang Qiuxian scratched his head, wondering why the sixth seat started off with such profanity?

They twitched at the corners of their mouths, suddenly not wanting to respond to the sixth seat, yet noticed the mysterious eighth seat abruptly cast a side-glance.

“Laozi?”

The eighth seat softly said,

“I know this… name.”

She shivered, glancing at the Celestial Venerate in the Chaos Fog, then turned back, staring at Yuan Feidao,

“Why not talk about it in detail?”

Yuan Feidao was surprised, was there truly a lead?

He pondered for a moment, softly said,

“I received a message, four words—Laozi Transform into Buddha, so I am pursuing, I want to know who Laozi is.”

In the Chaos Fog, Zhang Fusheng sat up straight, his expression extremely solemn.

Then they heard the Great Celestial Venerate sigh deeply,

“Laozi Transform into Buddha…”

The Celestial Venerate seemed to be stirred from past memories, seemed to ponder, in the midst of sighs, the Dao rhythm echoed.

The eighth seat bowed again.

The Celestial Venerate did not look at her, simply said peacefully,

“At the beginning of ancient times, the head of Taoism—Laozi, once went west out of Hangu Pass, transformed into a Buddha, engaged in spreading enlightenment.”

He was moved, it was rare for him to speak, but after sighing, he said no more,

Everyone’s pupils contracted, the head of Taoism, turned into a Buddha?

That Celestial Venerate in the boundless Chaos Fog, suddenly focused on the bowing eighth seat, asked lightly,

“Young one, in your current state, how much do you still remember of the old days?”

Mingyue trembled under gazes of confusion, bowing again and again.

She pleaded,

“Little child, I beg to ask the Tao Ancestor, what price must I pay to bring my master back?”

Everyone widened their eyes and pricked their ears, curious about what kind of entity the master of someone who could cripple a Celestial Human was??

Some god from a Different Dimension?

Return… does it mean that the deity had perished, died?

They suddenly realized, if it was a deity, then this eighth seat was indeed a [Divine Attendant].

That makes sense.

The eighth seat was likely a Celestial Human at the peak.

In their varied thoughts, they saw the Chaos Fog churn, heard the warm voice of the Great Celestial Venerate,

“Your master once stood shoulder to shoulder with me, played chess, and discussed the Tao.”

’Boom!!’

From the first seat to the fifth seat, heads buzzed collectively.

Stunned.

Shen Baobao and Yuan Feidao were also startled; they had heard Shi Zhengyuan briefly introduce earlier—the Celestial Venerate came from the old world!

The current gods were merely usurpers, occupying the respectful positions of those great beings of the past!

In other words.

The master mentioned by the eighth seat… was also a deity of the old world!

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