(As per the title, there will be another Chapter later, going live at 3 AM~)
The golden bell resonated like heavenly thunder, yet it seed as if ten thousand spirits were descending.
It was at this mont, it was today.
"What is that?"
A bald-headed youth asked in confusion.
"The Supre."
The Buddha Son spoke in a deep voice, listening to the echoing sound of the bell, to the grand lody that arose, and continued:
"This is the number one person in reality, the only Venerate within the universe, even placed in a Different Dinsion, he is the pinnacle figure!"
Zhu Xiaoming listened in awe, the number one in reality, the only Venerate in the universe?
He muttered:
"Is the title really that grand?"
"Title?"
The Buddha Son shook his head:
"This is not a title, but it was always like this, it is inherent, do you think the Federation appeared out of nowhere?"
Zhu Xiaoming subconsciously asked:
"How did it co about?"
The Buddha Son swallowed, speaking heavily:
"A hundred thousand years ago, the Speaker erged suddenly, creating the Federation from nothing, and since then, the Federation has prospered for a hundred thousand years — that’s a hundred thousand years."
After pausing, the Buddha Son looked at Zhu Xiaoming:
"Do you know what a hundred thousand years an?"
Zhu Xiaoming thought for a mont and said:
"Eating one hundred thousand reunions of dumplings?"
The custom in Jiangzhou City is to make a special pot of ’reunion dumplings’ during the New Year.
The Buddha Son twitched the corner of his mouth, rubbed his forehead helplessly, then sighed:
"Before the Federation was established, no dynasty or nation in the world ever surpassed a millennium — it wasn’t just rare, it never happened."
He sighed softly:
"A hundred thousand years ago, facing the Celestial Position holders in Different Dinsions eyeing us, facing wave after wave of Star Beasts from the depths of the Star Sea, confronting cultists like us."
"That person firmly held the Federation, maintaining a hundred thousand years of prosperity and peace."
"Until a few years ago, when the rebellious provinces began to appear — but can you say this signifies the ’end of an era’? No, you cannot."
Zhu Xiaoming listened with wide eyes, watching the Buddha Son continue rambling:
"Because although most of the four rebellious provinces today involve Great Divine Power Users, no Great Divine Power User has gone to suppress them so far."
"But if the Speaker chooses to intervene, everything will be peaceful and stable in an instant... This is the might of the universe’s number one Venerate."
"In fact, if not for the Speaker being in seclusion for a thousand years, there would never have been any rebellious provinces."
Listening to the Buddha Son’s words, Zhu Xiaoming felt dazed, muttering:
"Now that the universe’s number one Venerate is erging from seclusion, does it an many things are coming to an end?"
"I don’t know."
The Buddha Son shook his head, speaking softly:
"In the World Plateau is an Other Shore World, in the Celestial Capital there is a Netherworld — now, it seems the Speaker and the Grand Secretary are at odds again."
"Let’s just wait and see, watch carefully!"
As the two conversed and narrated, that sound of the bell reverberated through the floating Imperial City, resonated in the Celestial Capital, yet did not silence with ti, instead, it beca progressively intense, progressively intense!
Like blazing fire boiling oil.
The bell’s toll grew fiercer, reverberating in all directions, and at this mont, at the very center of the floating Imperial City, a grand figure rose from the ground!
The figure was unclear, seemingly just a reflection —
But just this one reflection emitted a force that suppressed all majesty!
One by one the Venerates, Great Powers, and even Great Divine Power Users, all found it hard to breathe, in the test field,
Even Zhang Fusheng felt suffocated, his Spiritual Sense was frantically alerting!
His mind quivered.
"The old undying one, erged from seclusion?" Xuanqing Daoist indifferently glanced back, listening to the bell, gazing at the grand figure erging from the ground, yet raised an eyebrow:
"Hasn’t erged from seclusion, it’s just a projection of a Spiritual Thought... so why are you pretending!"
Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways in shock, this Fellow Daoist Xuanqing truly is... foul-mouthed, his temperant not like that of a Daoist Celestial Venerate at all,
Instead like a rogue scoundrel.
At the sa ti, the grand figure standing in the city center dropped his gaze, his sights piercing through,
Zhang Fusheng felt a chill in his heart, feeling as if he would be fully seen through, hurriedly using [Star Turn], [Taiyi Chapter], and other techniques,
to extinguish the Cause and Effect, conceal the Celestial Secret, and alter the fate.
He hid himself thoroughly.
The grand figure spoke lightly:
"Xuanqing, you never leave the Six Paths Prison, where did you et such a Dao-nad young friend?"
Zhang Fusheng eased with relief, evidently that terrifying presence hadn’t seen through his reality,
perhaps tracing back his past — but what he saw was also a past Cause and Effect, fate he himself had crafted and woven.
Born into a Dao-nad family, father nad Daochong, mother a woman from the Cui Family.
Xuanqing Daoist’s eyes flickered, sneering:
"What, do I, Daoist Lord, need to check in with you, old undying, whenever I make a friend? Today these little fellows offended Daoist Lord’s great friend, even if I slay them all, what of it?"
He addressed himself as Daoist Lord repeatedly, speaking arrogantly, without any semblance of a revered elder,
The gods listening were trembling with fear, especially those divine spirits who ca to watch the tumult, feeling themselves terribly unlucky, dragged into a fatal disaster for no reason!
At the sa ti.
The grand figure spoke solemnly:
"Xuanqing, your temperant is becoming increasingly unruly, today’s matter ends here... otherwise, I might have to discipline you on behalf of your Master Uncle."
Zhang Fusheng squinted.
Master Uncle?
Linking it to the resounding of the Yu Xu golden bell, he surmised, this is a disciple of Yu Xu, perhaps one of the Yu Xu Twelve Immortals!
Who exactly?
Hmm...
Glancing at Nezha’s True Spirit, who was equally unsure and shocked, Zhang Fusheng understood.
First, rule out that Taiyi Celestial Venerate — Nezha’s master.
Thoughts turning, that mysterious Yu Xu figure spoke again:
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