The Supre Sect Leader is one of them.
It’s .
The Supre Sect Leader replied:
As for how I know you... a little guy has put a bounty on you across the whole Different Dinsion.
Zhang Fusheng was taken aback. What the heck?
A bounty on himself?
Before he could ask, the Supre Sect Leader had already answered.
It’s the Ancestor of Land Immortals, who has distributed your portrait, requesting the deities of various sects to deliver divine oracles.
They want the human followers of the sects to search for you.
By the way, I’ll give you a piece of news. The Mandala Lineage is already preparing sacrificial offerings for the Ancestor of Land Immortals to facilitate His descent.
Zhang Fusheng felt a chill in his heart. Has the divine battle ended?
His expression beca serious as he looked at the Supre Sect Leader and the Female Immortal called the Master of Taiyin beside him,
The latter should be a deity occupying the celestial position of Taiyin Star Monarch.
Why are you telling this?
Staring at the fog characters, the Supre Sect Leader seed to smile and, with a thought, transford the fog into words.
Because it’s interesting.
I can’t deduce your past, nor can I glimpse your future. Isn’t that interesting?
The Supre Sect Leader moved closer again, extending a hand as if to caress Zhang Fusheng’s cheek—though it couldn’t actually reach.
Zhang Fusheng gazed at him, at this blurry human figure, realizing he should actually be a she.
Also a Female Immortal.
New fog characters erged.
Sacrifice yourself to the Different Dinsion, let study you, and in return, I’ll help you kill the Ancestor of Land Immortals and refine Him into dicine for you, how about that?
Zhang Fusheng’s eyelid twitched as he answered with fog characters—No need.
Pity.
The Supre Sect Leader seed to shake her head in disappointnt.
But it doesn’t matter; since I can’t see through you, you will certainly not die at the hands of the Ancestor of Land Immortals.
I’m about to find the legendary Eight Sceneries Palace. Then, I will co to the mortal realm and et you personally.
The fog characters wavered, and the Supre Sect Leader seed to smile lightly, then strode out of the Guanghan Palace.
In the instant She stepped out of the Guanghan Palace’s door, Her figure suddenly vanished—She could no longer be anchored.
Zhang Fusheng stood there dumbfounded, question marks popping up over his head.
Find what thing?
Eight Sceneries Palace?
Zhang Fusheng’s expression shifted unpredictably as he looked at the Female Immortal called Master of Taiyin,
The latter finally dared to lift her head at that mont, examining him, also using fog characters.
The Sect Leader hasn’t been this interested in a living being in many years; you should agree to let the Sect Leader study you.
She won’t kill you and will give you great rewards after the study, enough for you to ascend to the heavens in one step.
Zhang Fusheng was silent for a mont, then stepped forward, extending a hand and grabbing the fruit!
The Female Immortal drifted away, sketching fog.
Greedy.
She floated to the laurel tree, gathering up one immortal fruit after another, and Zhang Fusheng licked his lips, forming fog characters.
Give two more to taste, and when the Supre Sect Leader arrives in the mortal realm, I’ll put in a good word for you.
The Female Immortal seed to laugh. Clearly in a Different Dinsion, Zhang Fusheng seed to hear bell-like laughter.
Just an illusion.
He saw the Female Immortal gather fog into words.
You are indeed quite interesting, not even a Venerate, yet so audacious and reckless.
Alright then, if you help with sothing in the mortal realm, I’ll give you another fruit after it’s done.
After a pause, the Female Immortal also spoke in fog characters:
I still have fruits refined by the Great Belly Buddha of Ling Mountain and the Lamp Holding Buddha here.
Zhang Fusheng licked his lips.
What do you need to do? Tell and I’ll listen.
Very simple, you go investigate an organization called High Heaven Association. If you can infiltrate it, I’ll reward you with a fruit.
If you can beco a core mber of the High Heaven Association and et their so-called Celestial Venerate above High Heaven, I’ll give you the fruit refined by the Great Belly Buddha, how about it?
Zhang Fusheng blinked—Huh?
He asked in fog characters.
How should I prove I’ve done it?
The Female Immortal replied.
mory Divine Stone, it can imprint the scenes you see. You can ask the Western Believers for it, and I will deliver a divine oracle for them to cooperate with you.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, replied with an OK, and then watched as the Female Immortal floated away as well.
The Guanghan Palace fell silent.
Interesting...
Zhang Fusheng murmured, his gaze becoming incredibly deep. This visit to the Guanghan Palace turned out to be an unexpectedly significant harvest.
Supre Sect Leader, Master of Taiyin.
The forr must be a Celestial Venerate of the Fifth Realm of the Divine Path, even close to the level of Daluo, while the latter is highly likely a great divine power user of Divine Three level,
There’s also a significant chance she’s in the True Saint Realm of the Fourth Step of the Divine Path.
Eight Sceneries Palace...
Zhang Fusheng contemplated the changes happening to himself, the Arhat physique, the Brahma Sound lingering, and the remnants of the thousand-mile Buddha Country...
How strong am I now?
Zhang Fusheng didn’t know; it had been a long ti since he fought with all his might, and his Fuli Dharma Body had only been displayed once so far, in the Buddha Tower.
If I deploy all my techniques, using various Supre Treasures and the Fuli Dharma Body, can I contend with deities?
He murmured, walking back into the Eight Sceneries Palace, gazing at the Now Gate—the other side of the gate is the present, this mont, and the real Eight Sceneries Palace.
The true Eight Sceneries Palace is right before my eyes.
Supre Sect Leader, how should I find it?
His thoughts swirled, but no conclusion could be drawn; everything seed too far from his reach.
So be it.
Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, letting his thoughts slowly return to his original self.
......
In reality, a thousand miles outside of Jin City, in the land of Buddhist Temples.
A massive, whale-like, or penguin-like sound erupted, drawing astonished gazes.
The Jingpeng Ship, spanning a hundred miles, slowly sailed out of the thick fog.
Each flap of Jingpeng’s great wings would stir terrifying gales, breaking apart wind bursts capable of destroying Great Sects.
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