Secret Buyer-Chapter 286 - 220: Composing the Celestial Position, Birth of the Central Pole!
"One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones..."
He sat cross-legged, meditating quietly, comprehending quietly.
"It seems like a Cloning Technique, but entirely different. What is cloned remains the true self, yet naturally possesses a remarkably high Position..."
Zhang Fusheng meticulously studied this Great Divine Technique, which indeed resembled a Clone Technique, yet could only divide into three clones,
but if it were truly just this, it wouldn’t be a Great Divine Technique, let alone called One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones.
"One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones, where the bodies transformed must be intertwined with the heavens and earth..."
The more Zhang Fusheng comprehended, the more astonished he became.
This was no ordinary cloning.
It was the transformation of a being already born to bear a Great Celestial Position!
Silent cultivation, silent cultivation.
Unknown how much time had passed.
When Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes once more, the void before him twisted violently, and thunder roared outside Eight Sceneries Palace.
An illusory figure emerged, carrying an immense and illusory Celestial Position.
The reason it was illusory.
Was because it still required Zhang Fusheng to "complete" it.
One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones was indeed a technique where one could form a version of oneself to bear a Great Celestial Position, which one could also define!
This was truly formidable.
No wonder it was a Great Divine Technique.
Zhang Fusheng gazed at the illusory figure, gazing at the still vague Great Celestial Position it bore.
He began to ’design’, ’edit’ within the Great Celestial Position, bestowing it with specific authorities.
Taking a deep breath.
Zhang Fusheng sat steadily on the meditation mat, defining:
"This position shall be the True Master of the Nine Netherworld, controlling the balance of life and death in the mortal realm, overseeing the Book of Good and Evil."
As the words fell, the Great Celestial Position solidified a portion, endowed with this authority.
Continue.
"He who possesses this position shall provide shelter to the living, and absolution to the dead, ruling over the Six Grottoes and Seven Palaces, Nine Heavens, and Ten Lands."
The second authority was born within the Great Celestial Position.
Zhang Fusheng’s breath began to quicken, a sense of relief filling his heart.
"Fortunately, the One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones, at least when defining the Celestial Position, isn’t heavily tied to cultivation, only reliant on one’s Position..."
He glanced down at the meditation mat.
At this moment, he was beyond words.
Continue!
"This position further subdivides, governing the Six Great Celestial Positions, representing Impermanence, Judge, Ghost Emperor, Granny Meng, Ksitigarbha."
With each name declared, a slight tremor ran through the six Great Celestial Positions behind him.
Until the last name was spoken.
"And, Cyan Emperor."
The six Celestial Positions roared, as the visions and shadows they bore seemed to bow toward the Great Celestial Position Zhang Fusheng was crafting and defining.
He pondered deeply, continuing to complete the settings.
"This position sits in the Youdu of the Underworld, at the Central Pole Emperor Palace atop Luofeng Mountain, inspecting the Bright World!"
"This position sits at the end of life and death, embodying death, silence, annihilation, stillness, finality, and so forth!"
Each phrase fell, Zhang Fusheng was already on the verge of collapsing, reaching his limit, yet when he observed that Great Celestial Position?
It still remained half-illusory.
He was truly shocked.
This meant that the numerous authorities and functions he had defined were far from reaching the limit of "One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones"!
"Oh my..."
Zhang Fusheng marveled, yet had to temporarily relinquish the task, for even seated steadfast on the meditation mat, he had reached his limit, unable to define further,
only able to await another time for his Position to elevate before continuing to complete it.
There remained a vast expanse of blankness, awaiting his inscription!
Thus, he declared.
"Your names are many, such as Master of the Nine Netherworld, Emperor of the Underworld, Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, Lord of the Six Paths..."
"Yet, your common title, should be——"
"[Central Pole Sect Leader]."
As the final word fell.
Zhang Fusheng felt a thread of Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate’s divinity peel away from his ancestral acupoint, merging into the illusory figure.
He took a deep breath:
"Fellow Daoist, won’t you emerge into the world?"
’Buzz!!’
The illusory figure solidified, following Zhang Fusheng’s design, emerged as the visage of a middle-aged man,
whose cultivation was entirely identical to Zhang Fusheng’s, yet who was born to bear a Great Celestial Position personally defined by Zhang Fusheng,
with a solemn brow, a round face, broad forehead, donning a dark-colored Emperor’s Robe, a twelve-beaded canopy crown resting upon his head.
At this moment, he transformed entirely into a tangible state, nodding, smiling:
"Central Pole Sect Leader, greets the fellow Daoist."
Central Pole Sect Leader cupped his hands in salute, which Zhang Fusheng accepted calmly.
And at this very instant.
’Rumble!!’
The Divine Realm stirred with drastic changes, the past history, suddenly altered!
Zhang Fusheng could not see too far into the past, his own memories reaching only eighteen years of this life.
He saw, within the Divine Realm, the faces of divine statues worshipped by dozens of Flawless Souls, no longer his own, but that of the Central Pole Sect Leader,
and not just occurring at this instant.
In memories, in every past moment, the faces of divine statues also changed,
even those enshrined within the grotto heavens and exotic treasure lands!
Past, present.
At this very moment.
Master of the Nine Netherworld, Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, Emperor of the Underworld, Lord of the Six Paths.
All pointed to the same individual.
The middle-aged handsome man clad in a dark Emperor’s Robe.
Even though his cultivation was identical to Zhang Fusheng’s, even though he was just in an Innate Realm.
Yet his Position, already resided above life and death.
"I shall never die, for I am death."
Central Pole Sect Leader sighed:
"I shall not fall, nor decay, nor end—for I am those things."
"Though I cannot wield the power of the Celestial Position, I am destined to return to the Domain to which I rightfully belong."
"I shall unite with you, fellow Daoist... gradually reclaim our place."
As he spoke.
Zhang Fusheng saw atop Luofeng Mountain, a massive palace inexplicably emerged, bearing the inscription of "Central Pole."
Central Pole Emperor Palace.
Equally.
Not only appearing at this moment, but in the new memories of Zhang Fusheng, it had always been present since he first anchored Luofeng Mountain,
the Divine Mountain above bore this Imperial Palace.
And the reason for the change in history?
Was merely because of Zhang Fusheng’s inclusion during the Celestial Position’s definition,
of the phrase "This position, sits in the Youdu of the Underworld, at the Central Pole Emperor Palace atop Luofeng Mountain, inspecting the Bright World!"
Thus, from ancient times to the present, atop Luofeng Mountain, there has always been a Central Pole Emperor Palace.
Zhang Fusheng was at a loss for words.
One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones...
He knew this legendary Great Divine Technique would be potent, yet he had never imagined it to be so ridiculously so!!
A mere construction and definition of a Celestial Position could manifest through time, becoming reality!
His heart was stirred, unable to calm for a long time.
"Fellow Daoist."
Zhang Fusheng exhaled, cupping his hands in salute:
"You should first abide in the Central Pole Emperor Palace."
As he spoke, he silently perceived this strange perspective—he was both Zhang Fusheng and the Central Pole Sect Leader,
having two perspectives at the same time!
Gazing at himself.
I meet myself with courtesy.
This wondrous feeling left Zhang Fusheng somewhat dazed, yet quickly he was clear-headed.
He murmured:
"When can you return to your position?"
The Central Pole Sect Leader replied:
"The stronger you become, the stronger I will also be. In the Celestial Position roles you crafted, I am the Master of the Nine Netherworld, and I am the Lord of the Six Paths."
"Thus, as your Divine Realm becomes more complete by a portion, my grasp over the Celestial Position also increases by the same."
"For instance, the Six Great Celestial Positions each have their masters, and likewise, the Book of Life and Death and Six Paths of Reincarnation, when returned to my hands."
Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, nodding solemnly.
And then.
The Central Pole Sect Leader took a step into Luofeng Mountain, into the Central Pole Emperor Palace, and when he took his seat, the Divine Realm flickered.
The entire Divine Realm seemed even more real by a few points.
"From now on, the Nine Nether Sect and Luofeng Sect will be under my command." The Central Pole Sect Leader saluted Zhang Fusheng from afar within the Imperial Palace.
"Friend, you may go."
Zhang Fusheng smiled, then suddenly started reciting, sitting back on the meditation mat.
It was Miss Ming Yue.
She was praying to herself.
With a single thought, a strand of Miss Ming Yue’s consciousness was guided here, appearing in the Eight Sceneries Palace.
"Young disciple, greets Tao Ancestor!"
The young girl prostrated, and Zhang Fusheng accepted it with composure—sitting on the meditation mat, he was no longer Zhang Fusheng.
But the great Celestial Venerate, the Taiqing.
The Taiqing nodded and said:
"Little one, why are you so flustered and bewildered?"
The voice like thunder.
Miss Ming Yue dared not to glance at Tao Ancestor, although she speculated that, just like herself, Tao Ancestor was not present in the flesh, perhaps having walked out from a painting,
yet still, it was Tao Ancestor.
Even a painted form could become the "true self" at any moment.
She hurriedly recounted:
"Just a moment ago, I suddenly recalled some past events, I suddenly remembered some incredible occurrences."
Confusion appeared on Miss Ming Yue’s face as she continued:
"In my memories, the Master of the Nine Netherworld had a conflict... I had a premonition and came to pay respects to Tao Ancestor?"
"Oh?"
The Celestial Venerate spoke calmly:
"Speak of it, then."
Miss Ming Yue quickly gathered her thoughts, hesitantly began:
"I remember very clearly, the true Master of the Nine Netherworld was always the ’Emperor Houtu’, yet..."
"But just now, I also remembered that there wasn’t only one Master of the Nine Netherworld; there was also a Central Pole Sect Leader. You also once said the Nine Netherworld had emerged."
Miss Ming Yue pondered for a moment, finally said:
"I was wondering, how can there be two masters of the Nine Netherworld? I wonder... could an extraordinary being have altered the past?"
She had been by Zhen Yuanzi’s side for countless years, and though her cultivation was not at the pinnacle among the Immortal Gods, her knowledge was far beyond ordinary Immortal Gods.
She was aware of matters of historical alteration.
The Taoist Palace fell into silence, and Miss Ming Yue knelt quietly for a breath, two breaths.
She heard Tao Ancestor, seated in the Chaos Mist, speaking softly:
"You may turn around."
Miss Ming Yue was stunned, then got up and turned as instructed.
Her gaze pierced through the Taoist Palace’s grand door, seeing a majestic Imperial Palace, and in it, a grand presence seated.
It was the other Master of the Nine Netherworld besides ’Emperor Houtu’ from her memories.
The Central Pole Sect Leader.
Miss Ming Yue was taken aback, bowed again, and when she lifted her head, that majestic Imperial Palace had vanished.
She heard the Tao Ancestor’s voice resounding gently.
"Indeed, history has changed."
"I will amend it."
As the subtle sounds of the great Dao fell, she looked up in fear; the scene before her blurred, and she had already fallen out of the Eight Sceneries Palace, returned to the carriage amidst the stars.
Miss Ming Yue did not know when cold sweat drenched her, sitting in the carriage, breathing heavily, muttering in distraction:
"So that’s it, so that’s it."
The vermilion mark on the graceful woman’s forehead glowed, evidently truly frightened.
"Tao Ancestor..."
"Is there a gamble with the ’Emperor Houtu’?"
In an instant, Ming Yue had imagined a world-shaking, time-spanning great gamble.
Tao Ancestor, took action against Lady Houtu.
She quickly closed her eyes, discarding those terrifying thoughts away.
This whirlpool, let alone herself, even if her master got caught in, the troubles would be endless...
......
Dragon Boat City.
The thoughts returned to himself.
When he opened his eyes again, it was the morning sun outside the window, the autumn wind blowing.
It was already the last day of September.
It had been twelve days since the Merciful Divine Arrow turned the sky and earth of thirty-three cities pale.
Zhang Fusheng pushed open the door, Shi Zhengyuan was waiting outside.
Old Shi said softly:
"Living Buddha, are you leaving?"
"Yes, heading back to Chongyang."
"But, Living Buddha."
Shi Zhengyuan spoke deeply:
"Various sects and factions, many have already rushed to Chongyang, where chaos is breaking out, even the two Golden Legislators cannot protect themselves, you returning now..."
After hesitating, he added:
"I worry after that arrow the other day, you might be severely drained."
Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:
"Don’t worry, that arrow indeed is hard to release again, but this time I’m going back, not to be the most conspicuous maverick."
Shi Zhengyuan exhaled, showing a hesitant expression on his face.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:
"Old Shi, I am leaving, speak if you have something to say, why be so hesitant?"
Shi Zhengyuan finally said:
"During your retreat, someone from Golden City came – an emissary of the Governor, saying he wants to meet you."
"Since he saw you were in retreat, he left on his own, only letting me pass a message to you..."
"The Golden Governor invites you for a meeting."
Zhang Fusheng hesitated briefly, narrowing his eyes.
He took that extremely heavy invitation from Shi Zhengyuan’s hands, which glimmered with a strand of divine aura.
"I see."
Zhang Fusheng said calmly:
"First, prepare an aerospace ship for me; today..."
"It’s time to return to Chongyang."
Having been away for over a month, when I left, I was merely a Grandmaster kindling a single furnace fire.
And now, with chaos in Chongyang, various forces contend—yet I am no longer the same.
"October..... it’s deep autumn."
Zhang Fusheng looked sideways, gazing at the deep autumn scenery outside, sighed:
"The autumn wind is bleak..."
The invitation in his hand felt somewhat scalding.
