"The last day of the year?"
Zhang Fusheng was stunned for a mont, suddenly becoming a bit dazed:
"Tomorrow is the year 2143?"
"Yes, foster father."
Zhang Fusheng fell silent for a mont.
A new year was about to begin again.
Although he had experienced tens of thousands of years, those were all during his cultivation ti,
right now, a new year was coming in reality, and in a sense, he was about to turn ’19’,
Thinking of this, Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but feel emotional.
He still rembered that at the end of June, he officially started his cultivation at the Hongji Martial Arts Dojo, and it was also at the end of June that he completed the first deal with Uncle Wang.
From then to now, it’s exactly half a year.
He had transford from an ordinary person who was not even a quasi-martial artist to a kind of semi-god—
In fact, even ordinary Venerates might not be a match for him!
"Foster father?"
Ruan Yutu asked curiously:
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Fusheng snapped back, exhaling a breath of clear air, and spoke softly:
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt hosick."
"Ho?" Ruan Yutu was taken aback.
"Yes, my holand, Jiangzhou, but it has already been destroyed beyond recognition."
The certain bull shrank its neck in shock and fear.
Ruan Yutu was about to speak, but suddenly paused in her steps.
The exquisite porcelain doll on the bull’s back also lifted its head, gazing into the distance.
They had suddenly walked out of the dense fog.
It was... Qinghe City.
However, this city seed a bit different.
"Team up, team up! Recruiting the last four people, only five thousand souls, guaranteed entry into the Lost Realm!"
"Co, co, take a look, Wang Songling, the Grandmaster himself leads the team to the Lost Realm, only four thousand souls, four thousand souls per spot!"
"The most comprehensive guidebook for Chang’an Town, just a hundred souls, only a hundred souls!"
Ruan Yutu and Zhang Fusheng were baffled.
One could see that Qinghe City was desolate, while outside the city, stalls were set up one after another, and the cultivators coming and going seed endless.
Either selling so-called ’Lost Realm’ information or selling entry spots.
"Lost Realm...."
The porcelain doll on the bull’s back squinted.
"I’ll go ask about the situation." Ruan Yutu spoke softly, casually approached a stall, and offered so pseudo souls,
Monts later, she returned:
"I found out that they are all here for the ’great opportunity’ in Chang’an Town, everyone wants to try their luck."
Ruan Yutu briefly said:
"According to the information gathered, Chang’an Town is now occupied by Celestial Humans and Innates from various great forces."
Zhang Fusheng was surprised:
"Then why are there so many Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters going in?"
"There’s no control on the outskirts of Chang’an Town, visitors are just not allowed inside the town itself."
Ruan Yutu calmly explained:
"Most are hoping to get lucky on the outskirts. I heard from that stall owner that the situation in Chongyang City is quite bad, with cultists running rampant."
"Furthermore..."
After a pause, she continued:
"To enter the Lost Realm, or rather Chongyang Heaven and Earth, you must also have ’permission’."
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:
"What do you an?"
Ruan Yutu quickly explained:
"The stall owner said many divine spirit-level figures hover in the Celestial Vault, not allowing people to freely enter and exit the Lost Realm."
"Those who can enter must belong to a certain divine spirit force."
Zhang Fusheng understood and laughed:
"So in just a short month or two, an entire industry has developed—taking people into Chongyang Heaven and Earth?"
"That’s right." Ruan Yutu nodded with a wry smile, worry visible on her face: "It seems that divine spirit-level figures cannot enter Chongyang Heaven and Earth."
"The specific reason seems to be a stone monunt with inscriptions stating ’Immortal Gods cannot enter without a decree’, foster father, we...?"
Zhang Fusheng nodded, knowing that this was the ancient city of Chang’an, the stone monunt in front of the Tai Chi Hall.
Interesting.
However, it’s a good thing that the divine spirits cannot enter—after all, he’s not a divine spirit yet!
"Isn’t this just a beginners’ area for overpowered players...." Zhang Fusheng muttered silently, what is this?
Coming back to the rookie village after reaching the max level?
He pondered for a mont:
"First, find a team that qualifies to enter, sneak in, and also, check if there’s anything related to Buddhism around."
Zhang Fusheng was sure that the Tathagata Celestial Position must be nearby, but where exactly? Outside Chongyang Heaven and Earth or inside?
He was clueless.
"Yes, foster father." Ruan Yutu nodded, then asked again: "But, what about Red Bull?"
Zhang Fusheng looked at the old bull under him.
Although it was rely an avatar, it had truly beco a Venerate, likely unable to enter Chongyang Heaven and Earth.
"Here’s the plan." He communicated to Old Bull: "For now, you should leave and then return in the guise of a divine spirit, sitting with those deities in the Celestial Vault, and inquire about the situation, understood?"
Old Bull nodded vigorously.
Zhang Fusheng then dismounted, watching as Old Bull’s form disappeared into the depths of the thick fog, until it vanished completely.
"Alright."
Only then did he say steadily:
"Yutu, for now, don’t call foster father, let’s pretend to be siblings."
After a pause, Zhang Fusheng continued:
"Before entering Chongyang Heaven and Earth, act low-key to avoid any unforeseen incidents."
"Yes, um, little brother."
Ruan Yutu took the porcelain doll’s hand, as if leading a younger brother,
The two strolled among the stalls and teams, eventually locking eyes on an old man with yellow teeth.
"Oh, you two!"
The yellow-teeth old man, sensing their gaze, turned to scrutinize them, his eyes first stopping on the porcelain doll, then on the girl who seed like an immortal, surprise flashing across his face.
He then bead with a smile:
"Young lady, are you planning to enter the Lost Realm? And this little one?"
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