Secret Buyer-Chapter 66: True and False Immortals, Immortal Thoughts
Zhang Fusheng almost lunged forward.
He pressed his eyes closely against the open Tao Scripture, and at a glance, it seemed as if he saw the ultimate truth of the universe, yet it also resembled the essence of the cosmos! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Because he couldn’t understand it.
Each character above was recognizable, but when he looked at them, he clearly couldn’t comprehend the meaning of each word,
This feeling was like staring at a word for so long that it began to feel unfamiliar, to the point where he couldn’t recognize it at all.
"Damn it."
Zhang Fusheng had a thought; a piece of white paper and a pen appeared in his hand as he attempted to transcribe the characters from the Tao Scripture,
A horrifying scene unfolded.
As he wrote down one word, it disappeared, along with his memory and understanding of that word.
Zhang Fusheng wrote frantically, but in the end, he was left with a blank sheet of paper and an empty mind.
He still gained nothing.
"Does this book not allow itself to be observed, or am I... too stupid??"
Zhang Fusheng scratched his head, feeling that it was the latter.
He attempted to exit the Divine Realm and re-enter. Sure enough, the Tao Scripture had turned to the next page,
The content became even more obscure and difficult to understand, yet he still observed it hundreds of times,
Even though he remembered nothing in the end, at least he had seen it, experienced it, and felt it.
Exit the Divine Realm, enter.
Exit, enter.
Repeating this process, he carefully savored each page of the Tao Scripture, even though his mind remained empty, the feeling...
Was pure bliss.
Knowledge passed through his mind, leaving not a trace, he just enjoyed that transparent and refreshing sensation, just like attending a math class.
Zhang Fusheng sighed and continued the cycle of going out, coming in, going out, coming in...
Unknowingly, the Tao Scripture was almost finished.
Once again, he entered the Divine Realm, stepping into the Five Mansions Temple, lethargically leaning over the Tao Scripture, but suddenly he froze.
The last page of the Tao Scripture was a blank sheet of paper, written in brush strokes, the ink still wet, evidently just written.
The content was just a few words.
’Let’s make a deal.’
His hair stood on end, a tingling sensation spread across the back of his head, and a chill exploded from his tailbone, spreading throughout his body!
Zhang Fusheng swallowed hard, forcing down his sense of horror; make a deal?
What kind of deal?
Was this line written by... Zhen Yuanzi?
He jumped up, went out, came in, the Tao Scripture remained on the last page, but the brushstroke characters that hadn’t dried yet had changed.
’The world calls me the Ancestor of Land Immortals, and some refer to me as With the World.’
With the World, Zhang Fusheng knew, was the sacred title of Immortal Zhenyuan, but...
What on earth is the Ancestor of Land Immortals?
He remembered, Zhen Yuanzi was indeed known as the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, but Earth Immortal and Land Immortal, are these two the same thing?
Could it be?
A thought struck Zhang Fusheng, he closed the Divine Realm, then expanded it again, entered, and sat on the bright yellow meditation mat, looking down.
The brushstroke characters had changed again.
’The Six Qings are my friends, and I once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Buddha.’
’Why not exchange a Heaven-Reaching Marvelous Technique for your three thousand blood shrines?’
’If you, young friend, are willing to sacrifice three thousand blood shrines, you may also erect a magic altar, cast my golden body, and inscribe With the World, Ancestor of Land Immortals upon it. By using the magic altar’s ritual, I can bestow the Divine Power Technique and help you step upon the Heaven-Reaching Road.’
Zhang Fusheng stared at the characters filling the page, his eyelids twitching furiously.
Six Qings?
The Three Pristine Ones of the Eastern Sect and the Three Pristine Ones of the Western Sect make the Six Qings, right?
Three thousand blood shrines for sacrifice...
He frowned without speaking.
Does someone like Immortal Zhenyuan need blood shrines for such sacrifices?
A shrine that sounds problematic from the start?
"Something’s not right."
Suddenly, Zhang Fusheng recalled discussions with Huang Qiuxian from before,
At the time, he mentioned the name Plague Emperor Lv Yue, and Huang Qiuxian shook like a sieve, terrified that the Western Sect had ’discovered’ the true name of the Plague Emperor,
It seemed strange back then, but thinking about it now, it poses a big question!
"Since the Flesh Plague is bestowed by the Plague Emperor in a Different Dimension, he should naturally be able to convey his true name, why would the Western Sect need to ’discover’ it themselves??"
Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:
"Unless that Plague Emperor doesn’t even know his ’own’ name is Lv Yue."
"He doesn’t know his ’own’ true name at all."
Zhang Fusheng exhaled a turbid breath, exited the Divine Realm, and re-entered, the Tao Scripture had already closed, quietly placed in front of the shrine.
"So, this With the World, the owner of the Five Mansions Temple, very likely doesn’t know he himself is called Zhen Yuanzi either."
"He might even have misunderstood the Ancestor of Earth Immortals to be the Ancestor of Land Immortals."
"Then how can he be Zhen Yuanzi?"
The Blood Shrine, though unknown, obviously wasn’t anything pleasant, filled with an eerie aura.
Zhang Fusheng’s throat moved. If his speculation was true, the implications behind it...
He suddenly felt that this world was even more terrifying.
After a long while, he calmed his emotions.
Within the Five Mansions Temple, Zhang Fusheng wandered, repeatedly observing the giant tree in the backyard. There were no Ginseng Fruits on the tree,
but on the table beside the tree, there was indeed a Golden Hammer used for picking Ginseng Fruits.
Zhang Fusheng tried to pick it up and even attempted to turn illusion into reality, but obviously, he failed.
Almost exhausting his spirit, he still couldn’t make the Golden Hammer become real, not even for a moment.
It remained an illusory object dwelling in the Spiritual World.
"This tree root?"
He squatted down, and the root of this illusory large tree clearly showed a charred state,
Upon closer inspection, even the trunk was laced with dense black lines, resembling lightning patterns.
A lightning strike?
Zhang Fusheng walked through all eighty-one rooms but found nothing noteworthy,
Occasionally, there were one or two Ancient Books that could be opened, but the writings were completely unintelligible to him.
A thought came to him, and he conjured piles of paper, transcribing all the text from the Ancient Books, before returning to the main hall.
Zhang Fusheng headed straight for the huge shrine exuding an indescribable majesty, wherein the Heaven and Earth Tablet had no effect on him.
He stepped into the Shrine.
"According to Shi Zhengyuan, should I try?"
Calming himself, Zhang Fusheng attempted to disperse his Divine Thought within the Shrine, surrounding the tablet engraved with the words Heaven and Earth,
This Shrine and the Heaven and Earth Tablet were clearly fake, existing only in his Spiritual World,
Yet they felt immensely real, immensely substantial.
Thoughts immersed within, he faintly perceived a Daoist, through countless ages, bowing repeatedly to the tablet.
The Daoist’s figure was blurred, wearing a Purple Gold Crown, a crane robe, shoes gracing his feet, and a belt tied at his waist,
Is this... a reflection of past scenes?
So, is this Daoist the self-proclaimed ’Ancestor of Land Immortals,’ a mysterious figure, or the real Zhen Yuanzi?
In a trance, Zhang Fusheng saw that in the myriad of years depicted, the Daoist, continuously bowing to the Heaven and Earth Tablet,
lifted his head and glanced at him.
And even smiled.
Zhang Fusheng’s scalp tingled suddenly, as the reflected scene shattered and vanished. He stepped back several steps, unconsciously gasping for breath,
"Did he... see me?"
Zhang Fusheng swallowed his saliva.
After a long while.
Once he calmed again, he perceived that his spiritual thoughts, which had immersed into the Heaven and Earth Tablet, seemed to have absorbed some quality, becoming somewhat... special?
That part of the spiritual thoughts extracted from the tablet was clearly just a few wisps, yet they felt denser than his entire spirit, much denser indeed!
"The Heaven and Earth Tablet is like a transcriber or... an amplifier?"
Zhang Fusheng could distinctly feel that these strands of spiritual thoughts that flowed once around the Heaven and Earth Tablet,
seemed to have undergone some indescribable ’ultimate sublimation,’ endowed with an immortal and indestructible trait,
But when he tried to withdraw these strands of Immortal Thoughts into his body, he couldn’t help but cough up a large mouthful of blood!
He completely couldn’t do it.
His body simply couldn’t accommodate thoughts at this level, even if they belonged to him.
Zhang Fusheng pondered for a while, conjured a wooden tablet, and then infused it with the Immortal Thoughts,
Predictably, the wooden tablet disintegrated.
"After flowing through the Heaven and Earth Tablet, the status of the thoughts seems extremely elevated, beyond what either my body or ordinary objects can bear."
"I’ve got it!"
A bold idea suddenly occurred to Zhang Fusheng, he once again immersed two strands of thoughts into the Heaven and Earth Tablet and extracted them,
One strand of sublimated thoughts was used to imagine a wooden tablet,
Surprisingly, this wooden tablet retained an immortal essence, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression!
And the other Immortal Thought was successfully stored within, without shattering the wooden tablet!
Zhang Fusheng’s heart pounded vigorously as he attempted the final step.
He attempted to turn the imagined, purely Spiritual World wooden tablet, into reality.
Like those snowflakes in a small inn.
His spirit dwindled rapidly, waves of dizziness hit, he almost vomited, and his vision darkened.
Unknowingly, as time passed,
Zhang Fusheng silently exited the Divine Realm, returning to reality, his face pale and bloodless, and his skin even cracked with countless fissures.
Yet, at the same time.
A quaint wooden plaque, engraved with the words ’High Heaven’, quietly lay in his hand.
"I, the young master, did it!"
