Have these ancient beings all beco incapable of setting foot in the "present ti"?
Yet earlier, the Cyan Emperor ca and offered a salute...
Zhang Fusheng found it increasingly difficult to understand.
For a long ti.
He saw the being upstream gently wipe away blood tears and exclaid:
"That thing has actually fallen into your hands, I see, I see..."
Zhang Fusheng asked in a deep voice:
"Are you... is Fellow Daoist referring to the Contract?"
The being upstream simply smiled:
"Do you call it a Contract? It seems your understanding of it is still quite shallow, but that is to be expected."
After a pause,
sitting in the past, the Celestial Emperor gently inquired:
"I observe your experiences, you live by the Heaven-Interchangeable Tao, how about we make a trade, you and I?"
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, thunder in his heart, his face like a calm lake, asked in a deep voice:
"What trade?"
"You are on the path to becoming Taiqing, Yuqing, and World Venerate, which is beneficial to you now, but in the long run, it is easy to lose yourself, you will no longer be you."
"Houtu might have warned you?"
Listening to the Celestial Emperor’s words, Zhang Fusheng remained silent for a mont and nodded:
"Wa told to be myself first."
The Celestial Emperor nodded slightly:
"It’s easy to say, but how difficult it is to do? I can help you be yourself, and in return, you help with sothing, an equal exchange, how about it?"
"What do you need help with?"
"It’s quite simple."
The Celestial Emperor smiled, his gaze extrely deep:
"After you beco Taiqing, Yuqing, and World Venerate, cut out these appearances and selves, then lower by one rank, one position."
Zhang Fusheng was a bit confused, pondered for a mont:
"Then how will Fellow Daoist help ’be myself’?"
The being upstream raised its eyelids slightly, its voice lengthened:
"I will anchor your true heart and True Spirit, anchor ti and your true self, so no matter how far you go in the future, with an anchor, you will not lose yourself."
"Would you agree?"
Zhang Fusheng’s mind turned rapidly. Up to now, he still couldn’t fully understand the words of the being upstream, only vaguely aware that he was caught in a gigantic whirlpool.
He hesitated for a mont and asked:
"Where are The Three Pristine Ones at this mont?"
The being upstream smiled without answering, just said:
"Rest assured, They cannot see you now, for they cannot behold the ’present ti’; in fact, if you had not actively traced my existence, I too could not see the ’present’."
Zhang Fusheng’s heart relaxed slightly, he asked a second question:
"And why has all this co to be? Why are past events reoccurring in a different form? After the Divine Enthronent and the Journey to the West, what happened next?"
The Celestial Emperor still smiled without answering, but narrated another matter:
"So, Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you wish to make a trade with ?"
Zhang Fusheng replied frankly:
"I don’t know."
The Celestial Emperor was not surprised, just waved his hand:
"Then we will discuss it again later, but since you and I have t above the river of ti, it is fate, I must gift Fellow Daoist a present."
His voice drifted from upstream, not overwhelmingly, not heavily, but lingering endlessly in Zhang Fusheng’s ear,
following the sound, it seed sothing also drifted along the river of ti.
Zhang Fusheng had no ti to react; he saw sothing crash into his body, and when he wanted to examine it,
he heard the being upstream speak again:
"Keep that little fellow, when you’ve thought it through and wish to make a trade with , you can follow the cause and effect on that little fellow to trace your way here."
"At that ti, I shall sit above the river of ti and converse with you once more."
The imperial voice was like a tide, incessant, and Zhang Fusheng perceived himself falling, falling,
The river of ti also began to blur,
During the fall, the being upstream was sighing softly, the sound echoing in his ears, lingering unceasingly.
"That little fellow called Jinchi, Fellow Daoist, you might make so use of him, maybe, in the future, he could beco a pawn for you to break away from the Buddha."
"I will quietly wait here for our next eting, Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Zhang Fusheng ultimately fell back into the Eight Sceneries Palace.
In the final mont, in the last fleeting glance, he saw the being upstream seemingly coughing violently, seemingly cracking, suffering a great wound.
Afterwards, the river of ti vanished from sight, and all around was once again chaotic fog, in front of him, the various seats.
The stagnant ti began to flow slowly again.
The Taoist Palace lay in silence, the various seats still in reverence.
Again for a long ti.
The seats heard a gentle sigh. They, along with the first arriving Kong Shentong, instinctively looked up towards the Great Celestial Venerate,
only to see that, under the cover of the Chaos Fog, the originally indescribably lofty figure of the Great Celestial Venerate seed to have grown even taller.
Seemingly exuding an unspeakable majesty.
"Praise, Infinite Celestial Venerate!"
Once again, the seats proclaid.
The Great Celestial Venerate said nothing, only stared blankly, inwardly viewing the ancestral acupoint at his brow, observing the object gifted by the being upstream.
It was a fragnt of a Celestial Position, exuding a faint light.
The na of the Celestial Position was—"Celestial Emperor".
"This guy..."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself in his heart, it’s not sothing good either.
Celestial Emperor, it is the Celestial Emperor of the Jade Emperor above Houtu, is it not the Jade Emperor?
Saying they would help maintain my true self,
but then imdiately sent sothing like this?
Just....
Just, what exactly is the Contract, that makes so many terrifying Supres fixate upon ?
Zhang Fusheng did not comprehend.
Nor could he understand, why such a mysterious artifact chose to fall upon him, embedded within his brow’s ancestral acupoint.
"Yet it is fine; at least with this Celestial Emperor Celestial Position—or rather, the Celestial Emperor Celestial Position, I can fill ten sacred grotto heavens, cultivate the Saint’s Golden Body."
An idea flashed in Zhang Fusheng’s mind as he silently sensed the vast and imasurable majesty of the cracked Celestial Emperor Celestial Position at his brow,
as he sensed, he noticed sothing seed amiss.
Within the Celestial Position, sothing was clearly lying.
He tried to communicate with the Celestial Position, attempting to understand, trace back, yet couldn’t clearly see what the item was,
if he wanted to use it, it would likely have to wait until after Ascension to God—ultimately it must co to Ascension to God.
His thoughts tumbled, sinking into his heart.
Thus, the Great Celestial Venerate raised his gaze, fixing it upon the seats within the Taoist Palace.
The seats again offered their respects, bowing once more.
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