He nodded as usual:
"Senior Sister Shen."
Kong Dongyan spoke with a smile:
"eting by chance is fate. Our place isn’t far from here. If Brother Zhang doesn’t mind, why not co to our place for a chat?"
Zhang Fusheng appeared thoughtful, quickly nodding:
"As I wish."
That was indeed his intention to start the conversation.
The words of the elder upon leaving seed to hint at so action tonight.
Being by the side of a Grandmaster naturally ensured much more safety.
If anything were to happen, with Shen Baobao as backup, it could hold out until Hu Zhongli arrives!
Shen Baobao didn’t object either, feeling a bit curious about this young man Kong Dongyan praised without end.
The other seed to have a deep connection with the Western Sect...
The three of them smiled knowingly at one another and walked out of the Governance Building side by side.
At this ti, it was late at night.
Distinguished guests had already left by hovercar, leaving the streets not dark.
Temporary dispatched enforcent teams were spread around various locations.
He looked up and glanced at the moon.
The moon curving again and again.
"Not far now," Kong Dongyan spoke tily, pointing at a large hotel nearby. It’s just two streets ahead.
Very close.
Zhang Fusheng felt slightly relieved, following Kong Dongyan and Shen Baobao casually:
"Senior Sister Shen, Brother Kong, why have you two co to Chongyang this ti?"
Kong Dongyan answered offhandedly:
"Oh, this? Our master received an invitation from an old friend but couldn’t attend, so we are here on his behalf."
He paused and then lowered his voice to add:
"Also, there’s a rumor going around the sects saying the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron is in this city, though its truth is unknown."
Zhang Fusheng pondered; there’s over an eighty percent chance his ancestor aims for Ascension to God,
The so-called Dinsional Overlap Point might have been manufactured by them using the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron.
Moreover...
Zhang Fusheng suspected this rumor circulating among various sects might have been released by his ancestor.
The Western Sect couldn’t have done such a stupid thing.
Wouldn’t it only be his ancestor?
Of course, it could also be an enemy of his ancestor—but if that were the case, they could have simply stated the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron is with Yuan Feidao!
While considering, Zhang Fusheng outright said:
"This matter is indeed quite possible."
Shen Baobao looked at him, raising her eyebrows:
"Little Friend Zhang, what makes you say that?"
Zhang Fusheng pondered for a mont, accompanying them along the long street:
"Currently, I am the Assistant Commissioner at the Chongyang Public Security Headquarters. The day before yesterday, I happened to assist with Elder Yu’s security at the Research Institute."
"I heard Elder Yu say there’s suspicion soone is creating ’Dinsional Overlap Points’ within Chongyang City."
She paused, observing Shen Baobao’s solemn expression:
"From what I know, creating artificial Dinsional Overlap Points requires so special Supre Treasures, like... Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron?"
Kong Dongyan was shocked:
"Soone intends to ascend to God??"
Shen Baobao nodded seriously:
"Quite possible; the possibility isn’t small. For a Sixth Realm Celestial Human wishing ascent to God, a Dinsional Overlap Point is indispensable, yet rely one part."
She squinted:
"Besides the Dinsional Overlap Point, executing a grand ritual to connect to heaven and earth, to communicate with Different Dinsions is necessary..."
"Among these, the simplest ritual is nothing more than sacrificing several Innate People, or perhaps the life and soul of so Celestial Human."
Zhang Fusheng listened fascinated, is there such an explanation?
Grand ritual, plainly put, can be understood as a grand ceremony...
To ascend to God requires a ritual.
He silently noted this.
Shen Baobao continued:
"In this case, the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron probably is in Chongyang, held by a Celestial Human of the Ling Mountain lineage aiming for Ascension to God."
"Perhaps this individual disseminated the news to attract sects’ attention... possibly intending to borrow individuals from various sects to complete a grand ritual."
She paused, looking seriously at Zhang Fusheng:
"This information to , and to the Ancient Saint Sect, is trendously important. I am willing to owe Little Friend Zhang a favor on behalf of the Ancient Saint Sect."
Zhang Fusheng smiled and waved it off:
"Senior Sister Shen need not..." He tentatively asked, "Are you planning to thwart the mastermind’s sche?"
Shen Baobao shook her head:
"Why? We, the Ancient Saint Sect, have no enmity with the Ling Mountain lineage. Their rise isn’t detrintal, and if other sects are weakened slightly..."
She smiled gently, without hiding intentions from the young man before her as the information ca from him; she intended to foster goodwill.
The Ancient Saint Sect, prioritizing ’benevolence, righteousness, ritual, and law,’ follows the path of favor and relationships,
Among sects, it stands out uniquely, forming widespread friendships and believing strongly that ’achieving the Tao garners support.’
Zhang Fusheng understood, continuing to chat with them idly, the hotel almost visible now, the moon still curved above.
After crossing this alley, they’d arrive at the hotel rear entrance.
Walking into the alley.
"Little Friend Zhang, you said..." Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan suddenly halted.
They looked around.
Where’s the person?
A large Zhang Fusheng had vanished just like that?
Shen Baobao’s pupils contracted sharply:
"Sothing’s wrong."
She grabbed Kong Dongyan and leaped, flashing outside the hotel, then turned back to look at the alley.
Nothing unusual.
But no sight of Little Friend Zhang.
"Where’s Brother Zhang??" Kong Dongyan’s expression was grave, sowhat horrified—a living person vanished into thin air, especially under his sister’s watch!
Shen Baobao squinted, hesitating:
"Supre Treasure."
"Soone used a Supre Treasure from a Different Dinsion."
She sighed:
"Little Friend Zhang likely got caught in so mire, hoping to leverage us for respite, but unexpectedly..."
Shen Baobao pondered briefly, finally shaking her head:
"I can’t even locate him, wishing to repay favors, to save him; I lack the capacity."
"Whether he navigates this peril hinges on Little Friend Zhang’s destiny."
Kong Dongyan parted his lips, ultimately saying nothing, only sighing softly, a residual pulse of shock still in his expression.
Supre Treasure indeed...
How many Supre Treasures exist in this world??
They gazed at that empty alley, showing no abnormalities.
......
"Senior Sister Shen?"
"Brother Dongyan?"
Zhang Fusheng called, sweat trickling down his forehead.
Gone.
Two living beings had just vanished into thin air!
He stood in the middle of the alley, cautiously looking around; nothing, quietly calm, even eerily calm,
The hotel ahead and Governance Building behind brightly lit.
Zhang Fusheng used Spiritual Thoughts to notify Zhou Muniu, while he quickly turned and retraced his path back to the Governance Building.
Arriving at the alley’s entrance.
Standing in the alley.
Zhang Fusheng used Spiritual Thoughts to notify Zhou Muniu, while he... huh?
His scalp tingled; this scenario felt incredibly familiar—no, not familiar, just experienced once!
Unwilling to yield, Zhang Fusheng turned, sped, and reached the alley’s entrance, yet returned again to the alley.
Heading towards the alley’s end, the result mirrored.
Trapped...??
Divine Realm?
No, not Divine Realm.
Zhang Fusheng instinctively raised his head, looking at the sky.
The moon above, round and bright.
Rubbed his eyes.
Didn’t see wrongly; indeed a ’full moon.’
"This place, not the Divine Realm."
"Yet not the human world either."
He muttered, a chill gradually crawling over his entire being.
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