Chapter 258: Chapter 197: Earth Deity Technique, Three Hundred Years in the Underworld!

The chill exploded from the tailbone,

In an instant, it surged throughout the entire body.

Cui Wenda stared intently at Zhang Fusheng, who had transformed from an old man to a youth, his face finally showing signs of emotion.

“How is this possible?”

He murmured, connecting through the bloodline to the distant Book of Life and Death, vaguely glimpsing the Divine Book worshipped in the ancestral shrine.

The Divine Book was opened, with Zhang Fusheng’s name on it.

Age eighteen.

Remaining life, ten years.

But he had just erased this guy’s three hundred years of life!

This ten-year remaining life…

Where did it come from??

Cui Wenda’s hair stood on end, one by one:

“Go! Die!”

He grunted, modifying the Book of Life and Death a second time, erasing the ten-year remaining life at the cost of sealing his own energy!

Zhang Fusheng once again presented the appearance of the Five Declines of a Celestial Human, his life exhausted at this moment, and he began to age at an incredible speed!

Then.

He calmly took another ten years of life from the Contract.

Not much, just ten years was enough.

The appearance of the Five Declines of a Celestial Human was completely dispelled.

“Want to try again?”

He looked at the pale-faced Cui Wenda with a cheerful smile, asking calmly:

“Still… quite entertaining.”

After a pause, Zhang Fusheng spoke earnestly:

“I’m not teasing you. Experiencing the great terror of life ending twice was quite beneficial for me. How about trying again?”

Cui Wenda took a step back, almost spilling over with terror on his face!

“How is this possible!!”

He exclaimed, pupils dilating, his expression extremely unpleasant, instinctively wanting to erase that ten years of life once more, but stopped himself!

It’s useless.

Licking his lips, Cui Wenda stared intensely at Zhang Fusheng:

“How, how did you do it?”

“I…”

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, carefully recalling the feeling of life reaching zero, reaching the end, and beginning uncontrollable aging and death.

Very peculiar.

And not just that.

He found that after experiencing two ends of life, it seemed…

The barrier that was impossible to break through or push open had loosened.

The barrier between the Entry Level and Minor Achievement of the Taiyi Chapter.

Why was that?

Was it because of experiencing life and death?

No, it wasn’t.

Zhang Fusheng gently exhaled the decayed and turbid air, glancing at the heavens collapsing into a massive vortex,

Grabbed Cui Wenda, and stepped onto the Golden Ancient War Chariot. The chariot ascended as if turning into a blazing sun, rushing toward the other end of this Bubble Heaven and Earth.

They soon arrived at the Land of the Far North.

Judging by speed, it would take at least four or five hours for this place to be swallowed by the Exotic Treasure land.

Zhang Fusheng looked expectantly at Cui Wenda, rubbing his hands:

“Can you erase my lifespan once more?”

Cui Wenda’s eyelids twitched violently, standing on the Golden Ancient War Chariot, staring at Zhang Fusheng without a word.

Zhang Fusheng felt regretful.

“Why exactly?”

He was puzzled as to why the bottleneck of the Taiyi Chapter would loosen when his lifespan was exhausted and he was falling toward death.

A bottleneck that had not been broken for a thousand years.

“It’s time to leave.”

Standing on the Golden Ancient War Chariot, standing above the blazing sun, Zhang Fusheng turned and gazed far into the distance.

There, at the horizon’s end, the sky could be seen curving and rolling downward.

North and South Cities, an entire Twin Cities Little World,

All were inevitably sliding toward the so-called Exotic Treasure land.

Ignoring the stiff Cui Wenda, Zhang Fusheng tapped his fingers in the air, playing a particular rhythm, constructing a spiritual altar within his mind.

Successfully contacted Miss Ming Yue, far in the starry sky, through prayers.

“Miss Ming Yue, here’s the situation….”

Zhang Fusheng simply described the scene he saw.

After a moment of silence, Miss Ming Yue’s voice sounded in his ear.

“That so-called Exotic Treasure land should be a fragment of an old world, you can understand it as a different dimension falling into reality.”

Her cold and elegant voice carried a tinge of solemnity.

“As for the Exotic Soil you describe, I cannot discern what it is right now—I’ve never seen it before either.”

“And the fact that your Bubble Heaven and Earth is being swallowed should be the work of that guy I defeated, using a Supreme Treasure.”

Zhang Fusheng was lost in thought and continued questioning, without shying away from the pale-faced Cui Wenda:

“What should I do now? What does that Celestial Human intend to do?”

“He likely intends to devour all living beings in the Twin Cities Heaven and Earth to heal his own grave wounds.”

She paused, sitting in the carriage, Miss Ming Yue stared at the illusory image emerging from the prayer connection.

She turned her gaze to the illusory image of Young Master Zhang, speaking softly:

“If Young Master Zhang has no way to escape, it’s best not to go there, and to leave directly—if you have a way, you might as well go inside and collect some Exotic Soil.”

Zhang Fusheng curiously asked:

“Won’t that Celestial Human start devouring immediately?”

Miss Ming Yue shook her head:

“From the High Heaven, I learned from a friend that the guy woke up once not long ago and will not wake up again for a short period, at least three months.”

“Of course, the premise is not to approach him—he should be around those Supreme Treasures.”

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized, so those trapped in the so-called Exotic Treasure land should at least survive for more than two months.

He pondered, others may fall, but it seems like the first disciple he just accepted is also trapped….

“Miss Ming Yue, can one leave there by using the Bridge of Helplessness?”

“Bridge of Helplessness??”

In the starry sky, inside the carriage.

Miss Ming Yue was genuinely surprised:

“The Bridge of Helplessness is in your hands?”

“Yes.”

After a long silence, she sighed a few times in admiration, then continued:

“Of course, using it, you can indeed explore inside—but don’t stay for long.”

“As for my painting, you don’t have to worry about retrieving it for the time being.”

Zhang Fusheng nodded decisively, having made up his mind.

A ruptured piece, fallen into reality, a different dimension.

Or rather, an ancient realm of the previous era.

He quietly pondered, and once again Miss Mingyue’s voice sounded in his ear:

“That’s right, Young Master Zhang, you can also place a spiritual imprint in it using a special technique, which might be of great benefit to you in the future. As for the special technique, I’ll teach you.”

Zhang Fusheng was intrigued and after a bit of questioning, he suddenly understood.

According to Miss Mingyue,

the so-called Exotic Treasure Land — a fragment of a real different dimension that has fallen into reality — can be integrated into one’s own Divine Realm.

The benefits are significant, the most prominent being that one’s Divine Realm becomes semi-material.

In other words — beings can truly enter it.

But at least at the level of a Celestial Human, one can attempt the integration.

The prerequisite for integration is to use a special technique to blend the spiritual imprint with that place in advance.

“The technique is quite simple as well.”

Miss Mingyue’s voice rose:

“In the old world, this technique was called ’Divine Enthronement’, trying to transform into the Earth Deity of that place…”

She explained in detail.

Zhang Fusheng’s expression turned slightly serious, Earth Deity?

He listened intently, Miss Mingyue seemed extremely knowledgeable about the Earth Deity Technique — which was understandable.

Zhen Yuanzi was the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.

And Earth Deities naturally fell within the realm of Earth Immortals.

By the time he fully understood this technique, two hours had already passed, and Zhang Fusheng stopped his fingers that kept tapping in the air,

the spiritual altar constructed in his mind also dissipated.

The connection was severed.

His gaze fell on Cui Wenda, whose chest was heaving violently, and he amiably patted Cui Wenda’s shoulder:

“Little Cui…”

Zhang Fusheng said earnestly:

“It seems like you know a bit too much…”

Cui Wenda’s face twisted, breathing heavily with malice, he stared at Zhang Fusheng but then suddenly became calm:

“It’s just death after all.”

Zhang Fusheng was surprised:

“You seem to be open-minded, don’t worry, Little Cui, you’re not that easy to kill.”

As he spoke.

Zhang Fusheng placed a finger on Cui Wenda’s forehead, the Spirit Furnace Fire burned, a thought forcibly penetrated the ancestral acupoint on Cui Wenda’s forehead, forcibly leaving his own imprint.

In this way.

Cui Wenda’s life and death were at Zhang Fusheng’s whim.

But he still felt it was not safe enough, he glanced at the collapsing, contracting towards a gigantic vortex horizon,

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, the Spirit Furnace Fire behind his head burned more fiercely,

his hands slightly blurred, reaching into Cui Wenda’s forehead, he actually caught Cui Wenda’s soul!

Cui Wenda let out a howl of pain.

Zhang Fusheng was indifferent, forcibly tearing at Cui Wenda’s soul,

this was the unique ability brought by igniting the Spirit Furnace Fire.

He found Cui Wenda’s memories, although he couldn’t observe them in detail, he could ’erase’ them.

By forcibly erasing recent events, or squeezing and shattering that portion of soul memories,

a Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate Dharma Aspect appeared behind Zhang Fusheng, leaving behind a Dharma Aspect imprint within Cui Wenda’s soul.

The Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, who presides over life and death, rewards good and punishes evil.

The condensed Dharma Aspect was somewhat related to the true Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate.

And the Nine Netherworlds was originally the final destination for the deceased and souls.

“Alright.”

His hands withdrew from Cui Wenda’s forehead, Zhang Fusheng contentedly withdrew his hands from Cui Wenda’s forehead,

smiling, he said:

“Little Cui, I’m a cautious person, now we’re just one step away.”

Cui Wenda panted heavily:

“What exactly do you want to do…”

The words had just fallen.

His vision blurred, silence engulfed him, he looked around and found himself in a mysterious place.

In the distance sounded the flow of a river, a glow resembling the destination of the Other Shore,

as for the vicinity, there was a colossal divine statue towering skyward, with phantoms kneeling before it, constantly praying and chanting.

“Prostrating, Central Pole Sect Leader, Emperor of the Underworld, Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate…”

In the pious prayers, the imprint deep within the soul spirit trembled,

Cui Wenda let out a muffled groan, his spiritual will, which had fallen into Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Realm, was forced to approach the divine statue.

“Where exactly is this?”

He softly mumbled, suspecting it was Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Realm.

But where in the world is there such a real Divine Realm?

Cui Wenda lifted his head, able to see flowing clouds and mists covering the sky, and in the distant horizon, layers of purgatory landscapes floated…

A flawless soul phantasm turned its head, gazing at him:

“Prostrate, kneel in worship, after thousands of years, you may transcend…”

Cui Wenda shivered with dread, feeling an inexplicable pressure, a piercing pain!

“If you don’t kneel in worship, the suffering is relentless.”

Dozens of souls spoke to him.

Under intense agony, Cui Wenda arduously prostrated, imitating these flawless true spirits, kowtowing to the colossal divine statue.

In kowtowing.

He found the pain vanished.

Cui Wenda was overjoyed, the extreme, soul-stabbing pain resurfaced, he let out a heart-wrenching wail, then kowtowed, then chanted.

Once, twice, and again.

Year after year.

Fifty years later, continuous kowtowing had rendered Cui Wenda completely numb, he began to believe this was the reality,

his past twenty-plus years as a noble of the Cui Family began to feel illusory.

Another fifty years, he became devout, believing his twenty-some years on earth were merely a dream illusion — he had been here a hundred years.

Compared to this century, those twenty years were insignificant.

Then the second hundred years,

and onto the third hundred years.

Three hundred years, endlessly, unwaveringly.

He became an utterly devout believer.

Then, at this moment.

In the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng, who had merged the experiences of three hundred years of spiritual cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.

Three hundred years of spiritual cultivation, three hundred years of spiritual accumulation.

In the Divine Realm, it had also been three hundred years.

“Thus…”

The Great Celestial Venerate’s gaze pierced through the gate of the Taoist Palace, staring at Cui Wenda, who was utterly devout, prostrate, and praising.

He smiled and said:

“This is truly foolproof.”

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