Chapter 243: Chapter 185: A Million Years of Lifespan, Dazzling Fistprints Like Rain

Grass.

Too little!

Inside the tent, Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, his teeth aching and his heart slightly startled.

“Old Du actually lived to be one thousand seven hundred years old…”

He murmured lowly, recalling the first gathering of the High Heaven, when there were only four members,

During the members’ transactions, Old Du casually offered a hundred years of life.

At that time, it didn’t register, but thinking back carefully now, it seems peculiar.

“One thousand seven hundred years old… even that dying Old Celestial Being from the High-class Cui Family may not have lived that long!”

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts were swirling; there was something secretive about Du Mingsheng.

But what exactly?

He did not care, nor was he interested.

No matter if he was a long-living immortal or had consumed large amounts of lifespan-extending Celestial Medicines—so what?

It didn’t matter.

Longevity was the least valuable thing to Zhang Fusheng.

“That’s good.”

He continued to curl up inside the tent, listening to the noise in the camp, and his thoughts once again descended around Du Mingsheng through the High Heaven Order.

He had to fulfill the contract first.

As for how to rescue Du Mingsheng and help him escape?

That was none too difficult.

Meanwhile, in Chongshan City, inside the dungeon.

“Which member is helping me escape… who could it be?”

“The mysterious member from the Western Sect? Or perhaps the highly ranked fifth seat?”

As his thoughts turned, Du Mingsheng saw the water below slightly rippling, first confused, then his scalp tingled as he suddenly looked up!

He saw it.

A brilliant fist imprint.

The fist imprint landed on the chains, and with strange power reverberating, the shackles on his body broke one by one, layer by layer,

He… was free.

“What kind of method is this??”

Du Mingsheng was startled, to lower a brilliant fist imprint from an unknown distance?

Judging by the aura… at least a Grand Sect!

Though puzzled, he didn’t hesitate and quietly approached the dungeon door, his expression once again tensed.

His thoughts couldn’t perceive the outside world.

The entire dungeon was made of special materials; as soon as spiritual thoughts touched it, it would immediately emit a piercing noise,

Moreover, there was certainly at least one Grand Sect guarding outside the dungeon.

“This isn’t an easy escape…”

As Du Mingsheng pondered bitterly, he saw another brilliant fist imprint before his eyes.

’Boom!!!’

The dungeon door was shattered.

Dust billowed, and before he could react, he saw two Grand Sects attacking!!

Another brilliant fist imprint.

The two Grand Sects were fiercely slammed into the ground, each coughing up blood as Du Mingsheng snapped out of his daze and sprinted away!

Ten times the speed of sound, thirty times, fifty times!

Four furnace fires flickered, his own self completely liberated, a kilometer-high Dharma Aspect broke through the dungeon, seemingly interwoven with brilliant fist imprints, forming a line of secret words before his eyes.

[Just run]

Du Mingsheng didn’t have time to ponder, leaping, a hundred meters, a kilometer, ten thousand meters!

On instinct, he looked down.

He saw the entire Chongshan City beneath him, every person, every citizen,

No matter male or female, young or old, all were looking up indifferently at him.

Street vendors, children holding lollipops, the eccentric uncle selling balloons…

Without exception.

The entire city, unbeknownst when, had already been ’infected’.

Everyone was a believer of the Celestial Principle Sect, all were devotees.

The Celestial Principle Sect.

Heaven is supreme, Celestial Principle is most important, Heaven gives birth to all things to nurture humans, humans serve as fuel for Heaven.

Du Mingsheng’s scalp tingled.

In a trance, he saw one Grand Sect after another rising from the ground, soaring into the sky!!

“Expel.”

Far away, in another city, a young man curled up in a tent muttered as if in a dream, with Wei Lingzhu sitting beside him wiping his sweat.

At the same moment.

Chongshan City.

The Grand Sects soaring into the sky suddenly plummeted down even faster, as though an unknown force manipulated the world, driving them downward!

’Gulp!’

Du Mingsheng swallowed his saliva, came to his senses, and continued upward, crashing towards the celestial vault’s extreme summit, intending to break into the waiting area directly!

Another Grand Sect approached, a kilometer Dharma Aspect grand and majestic, spanning the celestial vault.

“Expel… Om.”

The sleeping youth muttered again, as if having a nightmare, unconsciously waving his fist.

Wei Lingzhu quietly exited the tent:

“Big Brother Bo Yang doesn’t seem to have rested well lately…”

She casually zipped up the tent:

“Don’t disturb him.”

“Sure, sis.”

Wei Qingshan nodded, also lowered his voice:

“To think about it, Big Brother Bo Yang has quite the strong nerves, seeing so many cultists for the first time at the camp, yet remaining calm…”

Wei Lingzhu smiled, gesturing towards the tent:

“Isn’t he having nightmares? Now, even in his sleep, he’s muttering ’expel’.”

“Expel…” Wei Qingshan scratched his head, suddenly enlightened and said, “Was it yesterday, during the day, when the massive palm of the cloud sea descended, causing the mountains to collapse?”

“I took a glance, remembered it clearly, there were three resounding ’expels’ echoing through the vast world, likely leaving a significant psychological shadow on Big Brother Bo Yang.”

The siblings sighed in amazement, reflecting.

Inside the tent.

The young man muttered in his sleep, waving his hands randomly, while silently contemplating the Primordial Ancient Scripture in his mind, urging the Taiyi Chapter, urging [Cause and Effect Parallel].

As long as he could see, even perceive.

He could perform this technique.

For instance, through a distant High Heaven Order, perhaps through a strand of spiritual thought in the High Heaven Order sensing outward.

A technique initiated yet not outward, already cast upon the body.

Chongshan City.

Brilliant fist imprints appeared out of nowhere, the moment they appeared, they were already imprinted upon the pursuing Grand Sects!

The brilliant fist imprints were exceedingly heavy, though unable to truly harm the Grand Sects, they could act as a hindrance,

The most crucial part…

There were too many fist imprints.

Like endless raindrops in a downpour.

Accepting money from others.

Resolving their troubles.

Zhang Fusheng was indeed exerting himself fully, the fist imprints continuous, like radiant rain, crashing upon each Grand Sect’s body, they wanted to dodge, but simply couldn’t!

The fist imprints appeared directly on their bodies!

One Grand Sect with only the physical body furnace fire lit was genuinely blown apart, even the furnace fire at the back of his head extinguished together.

A sky full of blood rain.

The remaining Grand Sects didn’t fare much better; those with only one or two furnace fires lit no longer dared to continue the pursuit,

And the Spirit Furnace Fire, even reaching the level of the Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire of the Great Sect, was repeatedly exiled backward by the unknown eerie force!

Du Mingsheng recalled his gaze in shock, his figure had already rushed to an altitude of hundreds of kilometers, raising his fist.

The Kilometer Dharma Aspect followed with a raised fist.

Smash!!

’Rumble!!’

Like the sound of thunder, visible shockwaves surged in all directions, scattering the sea of clouds!

Yet, at the very top of the Celestial Vault, not even a crack appeared.

It seemed as if a layer of unknown force covered it.

“Disaster!”

Du Mingsheng’s expression changed dramatically:

“This is the headquarters of the Celestial Principle Sect!”

He was horrified, not knowing what to do, loudly calling out to the mysterious ally for help:

“I am willing to give up a century of cultivation, save me to escape!”

The brilliant fist imprint abruptly paused.

The next second.

Du Mingsheng heard the mighty rushing sound of a great river by his ear; in a trance, he seemed to see a continuous flower cluster, seemed to see the place of the Other Shore’s abode.

And.

A wooden bridge.

He didn’t know when he was already standing on the decaying bridge.

He wanted to look back but couldn’t, as if a heavy world pressed on his shoulders, chill and gloom in all directions, everything fell silent!

“This place is…”

Du Mingsheng murmured in terror.

The great bridge beneath his feet rushed toward the extreme top of the Celestial Vault.

Originally, even the great sects exerting full strength couldn’t shake the extreme top of the Celestial Vault, yet in front of that seemingly tottering wooden bridge, it was like a thin sheet of paper.

The extreme top of the Celestial Vault was torn apart.

In the dazzling chaos, he was already in the depths of a desert in the waiting area.

Du Mingsheng fell to the ground, the bridge, the river, the place of the Other Shore’s abode, everything had vanished, as if…

It was all an illusion.

“What just happened?”

He sat paralyzed on the desert, sweat dripping from his forehead, chaotic mist flowing, coalescing into a human form.

It was a True Man.

“I was entrusted by that friend to collect another hundred years of cultivation.” The True Man spoke calmly, clearly a human form gathered from mist, yet issuing a real and truthful voice.

Du Mingsheng staggered to his feet, seeing the True Man outlined by light and shadow.

Yet another hundred years of cultivation was stripped away.

But the four lamps of the furnace fire, not a single one was extinguished.

He spoke with some embarrassment:

“At the age of one hundred, I was already a grandmaster, by four hundred, I had already lit four lamps of furnace fire, just that…”

Du Mingsheng gave an embarrassed smile:

“Over a thousand years, yet I could never break through the limit, nor achieve the Thousand-Year Refining Spirit position, trapped within this realm.”

The True Man glanced at him, feeling curious.

A Thousand-Year position, while difficult, was not insurmountable; although he once had the support of a ’Contract’ ensuring ’absolute correctness,’ further seated on the meditation mat in an incomparably high position, thus could break through at one go,

but even without those, it shouldn’t cost such an age…

Old Du didn’t seem to be a fool.

At this moment, Du Mingsheng made a bow towards the True Man, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked:

“May I ask the True Man, who is that friend who helped me?”

The True Man lightly shook his head:

“He never went to meet the Celestial Venerate with you all; his identity is very special, an ancient deity who once presided over the return of all deceased souls—the Netherworld.”

Du Mingsheng opened his eyes wide, hearing the True Man casually spit out:

“Back when the old world perished, he happened to just enter the cycle of reincarnation, as an ordinary person undergoing tribulation, now trapped in the process of tribulation.”

“And due to the collapse of the Netherworld, he has been unable to return to his position.”

Zhang Fusheng, casually patching up the alias of [Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate], was about to leave, enjoy your two hundred years of past cultivation.

Yet Du Mingsheng’s pupils shrank, seeing the gradually fading form of the True Man, gritting his teeth:

“But just then!”

The True Man’s form re-coalesced, calmly looking towards Du Mingsheng.

The latter remained silent for a while, continuing the unfinished narration:

“But just then, I seemed to hear the river’s sound, see an ancient and immortal wooden bridge, see a piece of…”

“The place of the Other Shore’s abode.”

The True Man frowned, quietly gazing at him.

Du Mingsheng lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, ultimately made a decision:

“I too have seen that same place of the Other Shore’s abode.”

Far away, a young man seemingly asleep in a tent slightly turned over.

On the desert.

The True Man’s tone unchanged, uttered an ’Oh’:

“You mean the Other Shore flower cluster by the Yellow Springs River, near the Bridge of Helplessness?”

“The Other Shore flower cluster…”

Du Mingsheng murmured in loss, chewing over those four words, the wind and sand in the waiting area was great, he slightly lowered his eyelids:

“Yes.”

“It’s the Other Shore flower cluster.”

Zhang Fusheng’s heart trembled, under his manipulation, the True Man composed of chaotic mist showed no anomalies.

The True Man said:

“Why did you think of telling me about this?”

Du Mingsheng spoke cautiously:

“You just mentioned, that mysterious friend is an ancient deity, going through some kind of tribulation, unable to return due to the Netherworld’s disintegration.”

“I want to… strive for his favor!”

The True Man looked at Du Mingsheng with interest, realizing that Old Du’s secret was larger than imagined.

He said faintly:

“Continue.”

Du Mingsheng took a deep breath.

“Seventeen hundred years ago, when I was still young, only in my fifties, I once came upon an ancient book.”

“It was open… As I gazed upon it, I saw some illusions, including the place of the Other Shore’s abode…”

Pausing, Du Mingsheng looked at the human form assembled from a mass of chaotic mist and continued:

“I opened it, saw my name on it, and it recorded my remaining lifespan—one hundred twenty-four years.”

“I added a word on it.”

“After one hundred twenty-four, I added the word ’ten thousand.’

Far away, Zhang Fusheng, in deep sleep, had a violent twitch of the eyelids.

A hundred and twenty-four… ten thousand?

Du Mingsheng spoke bitterly:

“Then, a hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years.”

“I never aged.”

“But adding just that one word, seemed to come at a cost—I couldn’t break through to become Innate no matter what.”

“Three words on that ancient book, they were called…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he heard the True Man say peacefully:

“Book of Life and Death?”

Du Mingsheng raised his head in astonishment, looking towards the chaotic human form, lightly nodding his head.

“Yes.”

“It’s called the Book of Life and Death.”

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