Chapter 327: Chapter 251: The Female Divine Spirit Waiting for the Central Pole Sect Leader (2/3)

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Underground.

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes and slowly awoke.

“Taoist Brother Fusheng, did you sleep well?” A dignified middle-aged man asked softly.

Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways, gazing at the already resurrected Emperor Tang, and said with a smile:

“Erfeng, how does it feel to become the Cyan Emperor, merging with the Cyan Emperor Celestial Position?”

Emperor Tang shook his head:

“I don’t feel much myself, just know there is a vast ’authority’ awaiting me, but I lack the ability to wield it, and also…”

He spoke puzzledly:

“What exactly do you mean by Erfeng? Why does Taoist Brother Fusheng always address me this way?”

Zhang Fusheng laughed:

“Just a habit.”

Three question marks appeared on Emperor Tang’s forehead—Isn’t this our first meeting?

He asked suspiciously:

“Are you familiar with me after traversing the Underworld?”

Zhang Fusheng shrugged:

“Never met before.”

“Then why…?” Emperor Tang was even more confused.

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know where to start explaining, so he changed the subject:

“This Yellow Springs, though its power is greatly reduced after leaving the Nine Netherworld, it’s still the Yellow Springs. I plan to take the whole river, and as for those Human Coffins beneath it…”

Emperor Tang hurriedly described the faint connection between himself and the Innate Fierce Ghosts within those coffins.

Zhang Fusheng understood:

“It seems this was something you prepared for yourself.”

Emperor Tang nodded, standing on the Yellow Springs River—though he had no cultivation, this body was special,

crafted from materials like Yin World Wood Marrow, it allowed him to walk on the Yellow Springs River as if on solid ground.

Of course, it might also be due to the Cyan Emperor Celestial Position, it’s hard to say for certain.

With a wave of his hand, as if issuing commands of old, coffins began to float out from the Yellow Springs River,

these Innate Human Coffins opened, and one by one, Innate Fierce Ghosts emerged, all bowing down to Emperor Tang, calling out—

“Your Majesty!!”

Emperor Tang nodded calmly, whispering:

“A thousand-man army is enough to conquer cities and peaks, Taoist Brother Fusheng, you said this is the beginning of a great contest, and the so-called Federation is on the brink of collapse…”

He turned his head, eyes shining brightly:

“When shall we raise the banner and attack which city first?”

Zhang Fusheng was speechless:

“Erfeng, why is it that as soon as you awaken, you’re thinking of rebellion?”

“Rebellion?”

Emperor Tang shook his head, calmly saying:

“I’ve already ruled the human realm; now it’s merely sweeping the world again, reclaiming lost lands—how can it be called rebellion?”

Pausing, he spoke earnestly:

“The so-called Federation today is the true rebel!”

Zhang Fusheng paused, it seems…it really is that way?

If you trace back through history, Emperor Tang is indeed more ’legitimate’ than the Federation.

He suddenly mused, contemplating.

The independence of the Golden Province, to seize the world, might indeed be a proper path. As for others, it doesn’t matter, but this Emperor Tang…

Zhang Fusheng had no doubt about Emperor Tang’s military prowess, though he may be out of touch with the times, once familiar, he might indeed capture vast territories!

He pondered quietly for a long time,

then said to Emperor Tang:

“The matter of conquering the world isn’t urgent; there are many Divine Spirits in this world, and on our side, there are none yet.”

Pausing, he changed the subject:

“But now, I want to verify a guess…”

Zhang Fusheng suddenly turned and shouted:

“True Man, are you not descending?”

Emperor Tang looked surprised, seeing the chaotic fog rolling, forming an old man.

The old man saluted Taoist Brother Fusheng beside him.

“Greetings, Little Celestial Venerate.”

“Little Celestial Venerate?” Emperor Tang asked curiously: “What kind of title is that?”

Zhang Fusheng laughed:

“Didn’t I say, I am [Laozi], and [Taiqing] is currently seated in the infinitely high Taoist Palace.”

“And this one is called Zhong Mountain, the attendant of Taiqing—Erfeng, you wouldn’t be unaware of the relationship between Laozi and Taiqing, right?”

Emperor Tang suddenly realized, then sighed lightly:

“Taoist Brother Fusheng, you and I have different paths but the same goal. I seem to be the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and you are not truly yourself either…”

Zhang Fusheng smiled but said nothing more, instead nodding toward ’Zhong Mountain’.

The elderly man formed from chaotic fog looked at Emperor Tang, nodded, and said:

“Greetings, Your Majesty—if today an old man were to use mundane money to sever the causal link between Your Majesty and Emperor Ziwei, would Your Majesty be willing or not?”

Emperor Tang paused, then said:

“Naturally willing!”

“Good.”

Zhang Fusheng manipulated Zhong Mountain to stroke his hand, quietly activating the Contract—it truly succeeded!

In the Ancestral Acupoint of the brow, the complete text of the contract appeared on the Contract, a copper coin, exchanging the cause and effect between Emperor Ziwei and Emperor Tang.

Zhang Fusheng’s breathing quickened slightly.

’Zhong Mountain’ at this moment outlined light and shadow in his hand and asked again:

“Is Your Majesty wholeheartedly willing?”

Emperor Tang’s eyes were sparkling with determination:

“Naturally wholeheartedly willing!”

As the words fell.

A copper coin was thrown towards Emperor Tang, and a sound like a great bell resonated—”The contract is established.”

In the next moment.

Using the Contract, Zhang Fusheng could see a deep purple, immensely heavy line of cause and effect slowly peeling off from Emperor Tang’s body!

It indeed succeeded.

It was indeed possible to trade away the causal link between a Mythical Emperor and this ancient king.

Now then…..

Is Emperor Tang still the ’reincarnation’ or ’incarnation’ of Emperor Ziwei?

Zhang Fusheng noticed that the cooling period of the Contract spanned a century, biting into the scarce Level 3 Star Beast meat with reluctance,

while employing the Taiyi Chapter, watching Emperor Tang closely through star lines floating in his eyes.

His expression changed.

For a long time.

The Contract cooled down to zero, the Level 3 Star Beast meat also reset to zero, Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly:

“Failed.”

Emperor Tang was taken aback:

“What do you mean, Taoist Brother Fusheng?”

Zhang Fusheng looked at this king from the ancient times with a bit of pity and said softly:

“I see, there is a new cause and effect coming from an unknown place, descending upon you.”

“You are momentarily yourself but immediately become the manifested form of Emperor Ziwei again.”

Emperor Tang fell silent and closed his eyes.

Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly, planning to let Emperor Tang gather himself, reached out, and suddenly the Ten Li of the Yellow Springs River jerkily trembled.

He lifted the Yellow Springs River, leading it into his Divine Realm, his thoughts also sinking into the Divine Realm.

In the Divine Realm.

A small section of the real Yellow Springs River emerged, quietly sinking beside the Other Shore Flower Cluster, then restored the Bridge of Helplessness back atop it.

Thus far.

Luofeng Mountain, Bridge of Helplessness, Yellow Springs River, Other Shore Flower.

His own Divine Realm surprisingly had a semblance of the Nine Netherworld.

Zhang Fusheng, with a thought, controlled the body of the Central Pole Sect Leader to rise from the Emperor seat, to check on that Baili Jingpeng,

while his true self walked to the banks of the Ten Li of the Yellow Springs River, into the Other Shore Flower Cluster, where there were shallow words etched on the ground.

[The Yellow Springs have greatly calmed]

It was written by the future Little Lingzhu.

Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged, touching the ground with his fingers.

[Are you there?]

Time slowly passed by.

After a long while.

Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged in the Other Shore Flower Cluster, and when he opened his eyes, a new line had appeared on the ground.

[Master, I am here]

[This time, in my memory, after a great upheaval on Chongyang, you disappeared]

[On the day you disappeared, a divine chariot flew across the sky, a mysterious creature’s arrow struck the deity, causing divine blood to rain down]

Zhang Fusheng casually wrote——[That was me].

He continued using his finger as a pen.

[Does Chongyang still fall?]

[Yes] A new line appeared on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng frowned, thus far, it seemed that his actions had not significantly disturbed the future,

Chongyang still falls—of course, that is in a future without him.

He pondered for a moment, then wrote on the ground.

[Do you still remember the details of Chongyang’s fall?]

After a while.

[The time is too distant, a thousand years apart, it is no longer clear]

[I only have a deep impression of two or three things]

[Chongyang Heaven and Earth, after being separated from the Golden Province, appeared on the World Plateau, and then a great catastrophe occurred]

Zhang Fusheng stared at the words on the ground, a look of surprise on his face.

What does it mean?

Chongyang separated from the Golden Province??

He knew about the World Plateau, similar to a waiting area, only the World Plateau is a ’transit hub’ for forty-nine provinces.

Why did Chongyang come to be there?

He didn’t understand until more writing appeared on the ground.

[I don’t know the specific reason either, a thousand years ago I was still very weak, completely lacking the ability to partake in such a great strife]

[I only know that after Chongyang fell, a city called Chang’an emerged on the World Plateau, a life forbidden zone]

[Until I was exiled into the Nine Netherworld, Chang’an City remained closed off, impenetrable, and any creature that entered never came out again]

Zhang Fusheng frowned deeper, writing on the ground.

[Anything else significant?]

[There is]

A thousand years later, an Ancient Saint submerged in the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs wrote with difficulty.

[A deity roamed outside that city of Chang’an, eternally waiting, searching, searching for a deity named the Central Pole Sect Leader]

[However, since your disappearance, that Central Pole Sect Leader vanished like a fleeting flower, never seen again]

A female deity?

Searching…..for me?

Zhang Fusheng grew increasingly puzzled.

He wanted to inquire more details, but the Ancient Saint no longer responded, seemingly pulled back into the depths of the Yellow Springs River, suffering again.

Zhang Fusheng sighed gently.

……

Chang’an Town.

Cui Baihua, holding the ancestral tablet, wandered the long street.

She eventually stood before a dilapidated mansion, raised her head, and gazed at the plaque.

Martial Mansion.

“Ancestor…..” Cui Baihua gently stroked the [Cui Jue tablet] shrouded in black cloth and whispered: “Is that Divine Envoy inside?”

The tablet vibrated slightly—signifying ’yes.’

Cui Baihua, who had just arrived here through the Teleportation Array, examined this Martial Mansion, raising her brows slightly.

No thought could penetrate inside to perceive anything!

This was the first time after she broke through to become a Great Power that she encountered such an impenetrable place.

This mansion gave her a sense of warmth and grandeur.

“It seems that the divine chariot indeed arrived at this rundown mansion ultimately.”

Cui Baihua’s eyes gleamed, yet she suddenly felt anxious.

How should she present herself to meet the Divine Envoy of the great Lord of the Nine Netherworld?

That Divine Envoy’s techniques are mysterious, but not a deity,

If she directly revealed her true Great Power form, could she gain trust? Would she be brought to the great Lord of the Nine Netherworld?

Difficult.

Cui Baihua quietly strapped the ancestral tablet to her back,

Then sat down outside the Martial Mansion,

quietly waiting.

She saw an old woman, tottering towards her, taking a side glance, then entering the mansion.

Cui Baihua raised her eyebrows, whispering softly:

“A Celestial Human? Could this be the ’outpost’ of the great Lord of the Nine Netherworld in the Human Sect?”

Living over two thousand years, renowned as one of the youngest [Deity], and also the ’actual controller’ of Qinghe Province, she actually felt a bit nervous.

“Nine Netherworlds above…”

Cui Baihua murmured softly.

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