"I suppose so." Zhang Jifeng smiled wryly before his expression turned grave, almost reverent. "The First Emperor’s Uncle Zhong..."
He truly couldn’t connect the First Emperor’s Uncle Zhong with the young man he had seen hoeing the fields. The contrast was just too vast, making it feel utterly surreal.
After a long silence, Xiang Yu was the first to snap out of it. He spoke with a thoughtful expression.
"I am heading to the summit to observe the ceremony. Would you all care to join ?"
He paused, then looked at Yan Huang, who was still in a daze.
"This... Immortal Yan?"
Yan Huang’s mouth twitched, and another fine crack split the ground beneath them. Xiang Yu’s eyes lit up at the sight.
"This Immortal Yan’s cultivation is truly impressive. The stone of Taishan is tougher than Immortal Gold Divine Iron, yet Immortal Yan made the surface crack without so much as stamping his foot..."
Yan Huang felt a lump in his chest and quickly changed the subject.
"If we don’t get to the summit soon, the Sealing Ceremony will start without us!"
Everyone else ca to their senses and hurried toward the summit.
After they had also departed, Old Nong, whom everyone seed to have subconsciously ignored, smiled. He shouldered his hoe and ambled leisurely back to his thatched hut.
「East Sea.」
Two figures collided again and again, each impact stirring up massive waves and shattering the very air.
"What kind of demon are you?!" the Three Altar Sea Assembly demanded, glaring as he held his Qiankun Ring, his feet on the Wind-Fire Wheel.
Nezha rolled his eyes.
"You’re the demon... No, wait, you’re not a demon."
As he spoke, he also brandished a Qiankun Ring and clashed with the Three Altar Sea Assembly once more, raising terrifying waves along the shores of the East Sea.
The two fought with increasing ferocity, their battle taking them into the deepest reaches of the East Sea, a place where no immortal’s trace could be found.
Amid their battle, the clouds of the nine heavens suddenly descended, and the waters of the East Sea surged upward, standing tall on the surface to et the clouds in a magnificent spectacle.
"What is this...?" The Three Altar Sea Assembly stopped fighting, his expression one of shock and uncertainty.
Nezha, however, spoke with a hint of nostalgia.
"Emperor Qin Shi Huang has begun the Sealing Ceremony on Taishan. Auspicious signs appear in all eight directions: the clouds of the nine heavens descend, the waters of the Four Seas rise, True Dragons roar, Phoenixes cry, and Qilins erge..."
He paused, then chuckled slyly as he looked at his ’past’ self and asked:
"Do you know what this ans?"
"What does it an?" the Three Altar Sea Assembly asked warily.
Nezha’s tone was profound.
"It ans that the workings of Heaven will be thrown into temporary chaos. Divination will be impossible, and no immortals will be paying attention to us. They’ve all run off to watch Taishan..."
As he spoke, his aura surged violently. He threw his Qiankun Ring, unleashing its imnse power.
The Three Altar Sea Assembly was stunned. He tried to defend himself, but the Qiankun Ring knocked him unconscious in a single blow.
Nezha pouted and muttered:
"How was I so weak back then?"
He had lived for over a hundred thousand more Years and experienced several great tribulations. At this point, whether in terms of Divine Techniques or cultivation realm, he had long since surpassed this version of himself...
After suppressing the unconscious Three Altar Sea Assembly within one of his own Acupoints, Nezha let out a sly chuckle.
"Now I can go back to the Celestial Court..."
With that, his figure flickered and shot off in the direction of Taishan.
「At that mont, on Taishan.」
Around the Sealing Platform, drums thundered and horns blared to the heavens, with a hundred thousand soldiers in Black Armor forming the honor guard.
On the ancient carriage, Lu Xuan glanced to the side.
"Confucius, I will head down to observe the ceremony now."
Confucius nodded gently.
"Please, Mr. Xuan."
As he spoke, he silently perford the bow of a disciple.
Nothing needed to be said; everything was understood.
Lu Xuan smiled, stepped down from the carriage, and stood before the Sealing Platform. He watched as Ying Zheng ascended the dais step by step, each one giving rise to a thousand wondrous signs.
He felt as if he were witnessing history in the making, only to realize with sudden clarity that he himself was history.
「anwhile, in the heavens.」
Marshal Tianpeng asked cautiously:
"Li Celestial King, what do we... what do we do now?"
"Let’s not be hasty." Li Jing’s brow furrowed. He turned to the Ancient Buddha beside him, bowed respectfully, and asked:
"What should we do now?"
dicine King Buddha opened his eyes. After a long mont of contemplation, he said calmly:
"We will observe for a while longer, but we cannot simply wait... Ying Zheng holds that Profound Yellow in high regard. Tell , if I were to convert him, would that be helpful?"
’Convert him?’
Li Jing was taken aback and said hesitantly:
"Wouldn’t that be very difficult? He is by Ying Zheng’s side, and Ying Zheng is protected by the overwhelming power of the Human Dao Trend..."
"We will simply use a crude thod," dicine King Buddha said calmly.
"A crude thod? What kind of crude thod?"
"It ans not using the Buddhist Mantra Skill to convert him. Instead, I will sneak a sliver of my will into his spirit and replace the person in his most cherished mory with my own true form. This is also a thod of conversion."
dicine King Buddha smiled.
"Although this thod is cumberso and clumsy, its advantage is that it is silent and does not require to enter his sea of consciousness or Spiritual World, thus causing no ripples."
Having said that, he pointed a finger. A wisp of his True Spirit, mixed with his Spiritual Will, floated down silently and slipped into the masked youth’s skull.
"It is done," dicine King Buddha said calmly.
And at that very mont, Lu Xuan’s heart seized with alarm. He sensed an impending calamity as his vision suddenly blurred, and he found himself involuntarily recalling mories of his past.
Scene after scene from his mory flashed by before finally settling on one. He found himself involuntarily imrsed within it.
"Amitabha Buddha."
The sound of the Buddha’s na echoed. In a daze, Lu Xuan looked up and saw his younger self.
His younger self was in the Guardian Storage Room, lighting a fire to cook a al.
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