Secret Buyer

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized, Maitreya Buddha, the Buddha of the future, holds dominion over a portion of the future, or rather, controls a part of future possibilities,

If that’s the case...

The Nine Netherworld was placed into the future possibility controlled by Maitreya Buddha personally.

It is a thousand years later, within the belly of the Buddha.

But as for myself, I am not within the future predicted by Maitreya Buddha.

So, the question arises.

Zhang Fusheng remembered very clearly that for Wei Lingzhu a thousand years in the future,

all matters would cease on this very day of the "now."

For example, if today is January 21, then for the future Wei Lingzhu, there will be no Zhang Fusheng after January 21 of that year,

If the "now node" advances to January 22, then Zhang Fusheng disappears on January 22.

He never appears in future possibilities.

As if...

"My future has not been set, or should I say customized—moreover, my future cannot be set."

Zhang Fusheng murmured in his heart, his thoughts clear, perhaps this is the only reason why there is no me in future possibilities!

After all, every future possibility has the chance to become reality, and if events in every future possibility can only be set,

then the future would indeed become determined.

Zhang Fusheng naturally realized that the only one who could not have their future set is one who can leap beyond time, a Daluo,

and of course, himself.

But why?

Without waiting for a deeper thought, a violent dizziness came over, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were nearly completely exhausted,

helplessly, Zhang Fusheng could only close the Fire Eyes Golden Gaze, and when looking again at the Maitreya Celestial Position, he could no longer gaze into the future hidden within, along with the Nine Netherworld.

"Huh..."

He exhaled a breath of clear air, under the gaze of the ragged old man, Li Yiyi, and Luo Cheng, stepped forward, reaching out to lightly pat Yuan Feidao’s shoulder three times.

But Yuan Feidao remained motionless and did not wake up.

"Interesting."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, tapping three times again, strangely, Yuan Feidao still did not wake up,

This guy... what is he up to?

Zhang Fusheng carefully observed his state, seemingly establishing a thread-like connection with the Maitreya Celestial Position,

But strangely, this behavior was not an attempt to occupy and sit upon the Maitreya Celestial Position.

Then what is it that my grandmaster is seeking?

Zhang Fusheng stopped thinking—there wasn’t much time left for him.

According to Old Bull’s description, over a hundred Venerates had gathered outside the Other Shore World, all waiting for the Celestial Stele to be decoded, all waiting for the Celestial Stele to dim,

and then, they would all enter the Other Shore World, to hunt him!

His current self was certainly no match for a hundred Venerates, if mishandled, he could truly fall.

As his thoughts whirled, Zhang Fusheng had an idea,

he lifted his head, glanced at the tightly shut Taiji Hall, then turned around and said:

"Li Yiyi."

Li Yiyi shivered, speaking with trepidation:

"Se-senior..."

She didn’t dare to call him Brother Zhang again.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"Go ahead and try, see if you can push open the doors of Taiji Hall."

He had just tried it, but as his Divine Thought approached the Taiji Hall, it was immediately suppressed by an overpowering force,

unable to open the doors of Taiji Hall at all!

If the entire Yin Chang’an, constructed in the likeness of Chang’an City, is indeed Emperor Tang’s tomb, then Taiji Hall should be the main tomb.

Within it, perhaps lies Li Erfeng’s remains.

Of course... it may also contain a part of Emperor Ziwei’s body or even a bit of True Spirit.

Li Yiyi obediently walked forward, trying to push the doors of Taiji Hall, and failed.

She couldn’t move these doors either.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, did he think it wrongly?

Li Yiyi does not seem to be the true key—then who is?

He thought of Li Erfeng.

In his train of thought, Zhang Fusheng suddenly sensed something, seeing two figures approaching from a distance,

It was Lin Changle and the accompanying Emperor Tang.

"Brother Dao!"

Emperor Tang cupped his hands in greeting, sighing with a smile:

"At last, we meet again."

The ragged old man, Li Yiyi, and others were all curiously looking at this middle-aged man at this moment, who seemed quite ordinary.

Li Yiyi had seen Emperor Tang before, just outside the Martial Mansion,

She always felt there was a familiar feeling to this middle-aged man, like... the origin of bloodline.

However, before she had a chance to ask, the Chongyang Heaven and Earth had detached from the Golden Province, falling towards the World Plateau, causing great upheaval and tremors.

"What do you think of this Yin Chang’an?"

Lost in thought, Li Yiyi heard that terrifying Senior Zhang ask gently.

The middle-aged man looked around, a look of sentiment emerging on his face:

"It’s exactly like the real Chang’an City..."

He walked to the side, gently stroking a bronze statue sculpted in a hurried posture outside Taiji Hall, saying:

"This is Zhangsun Wuji, and beside is Wei Zheng."

"Wei Zheng?"

Zhang Fusheng looked him up and down, finding no difference from other bronze statues.

Emperor Tang sighed and cleared his throat, his expression turning stern:

"Brother Dao, what would you have me do now?"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, merely pointing at Taiji Hall, and Emperor Tang understood immediately, striding forward, placing both hands on the doors of Taiji Hall, and exerting force to push.

The doors shook, but only shook, they did not open.

"Hmm?"

Emperor Tang frowned, continuing to exert force, the shaking of the Taiji Hall doors became more intense, yet showed no sign of opening.

Zhang Fusheng frowned deeply, was it because... it was not yet February 9th?

Or perhaps, a certain prerequisite had not yet been met?