Secret Buyer

And only at this moment,

did the young man slowly withdraw his palm from the void, as if the jade-like hand still retained some ancient aura from 47,000 years ago.

The world was briefly silent.

The majestic Divine Spirit lowered its head toward the young man, speaking with a bow:

"This Venerate, after 47,000 years, has finally fulfilled the mission without disgrace."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and nodded, saying lightheartedly:

"Good."

As his words fell, under countless bewildered gazes, the cultivation of the majestic Celestial God slowly peeled away,

cultivation, mana, and so on,

along with its essence, qi, and spirit, and the memory of these 47,000 years, coalesced into a Celestial Pill, a wisp of cloud, gently landing in Zhang Fusheng’s hand.

Zhang Fusheng played with the Celestial Pill and cloud, swallowing them in one gulp.

Every limb and bone, every orifice, blazed fiercely, as if 30,000 pores across his body were spewing golden flames!

As for the towering majestic Celestial God?

It had already transformed into a grim skeleton, quietly standing beside the young man, respectfully handing over the Vajra Bracelet.

Zhang Fusheng casually accepted the Vajra Bracelet, a faint smile appearing on his face:

"Not bad."

The laughter echoed in the deathly quiet Netherworld.

People looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what had happened,

only a few Great Powers and Venerates, their knees suddenly weakening, collapsed to the ground—they had all once traveled to the Celestial Mountain province to witness the ceremony 47,000 years ago.

They had also personally witnessed that counter-current palm, seen the majestic figure shatter into pieces and dissipate only to suddenly restore to its original state,

bewildered then, suddenly realizing now.

The quick-witted had already guessed the before and after, guessed the truth, becoming more shocked, more fearful, their souls lost.

The approaching Female Immortal furrowed her brows and spoke lightly:

"Fellow Daoist, truly a good technique, to span thousands of years with one palm, erasing a great enemy in advance, replacing them with a skeleton avatar."

"This person’s entire cultivation turned into nourishment for you, Fellow Daoist... Nowadays, those who can cross time and ages like this are very rare."

The words of Wusheng Old Mother were light as a feather, yet seemed to transform into a great hammer, wildly striking and smashing in the minds of countless people and the gods of the inverted world!

Crossing ages, killing enemies in advance?

Isn’t this clearly a means above Celestial Venerate and Buddha!

Beneath Daluo, all are ants, for the essence is above time, if one is not a Daluo, no matter how vast their mana or how powerful a Supreme Treasure they hold,

as long as they lack the trait of eternal unification,

then a Daluo only needs to interfere slightly when they are weak or even newborn—thereafter, dust returns to dust, soil to soil.

No matter how boundless the mana, no matter how amazing the Supreme Treasure, it is of no use.

This is the power of Daluo.

Zhang Fusheng silently digested the vast mana, feeling the violent surge of essence, qi, and spirit under the nourishment,

He turned his eyes slightly, gazing at Wusheng Old Mother, calmly said:

"So it’s Old Mother present, I wonder what brings you here this time?"

Old Mother smiled, not answering directly, but said softly:

"Since Fellow Daoist has the power to transverse time and age, in today’s era, you could be considered the first in another sense."

"Speaking here tends to attract eavesdroppers, why not travel back to hundreds or thousands of years ago and discuss with me?"

She was testing, wanting to see for herself how this person in front of her traces back through ages,

wanting to see if that Celestial Emperor is truly standing behind them.

Zhang Fusheng quietly gazed at Wusheng Old Mother, sensing the purple-golden gourd floating in his brow’s ancestral acupoint,

sensing the nine Star Beasts approaching the Daluo level within the purple-golden gourd,

He silently laughed, exhaled, closed his eyes, and upon opening them, the young man and Female Immortal greeted each other with a salute.

They spoke in unison:

"Fellow Daoist, after thousands of years, we meet again."

Clearly, a discourse and conversation had taken place a millennium ago.

The Nine Nether Stronghold trembled, the voice of the Taiping Daoist resonating:

"The first gate is about to be passed, the second gate should open."

"Those who break through the second gate can enter the Central Extreme Imperial City, and those who break through the third can then take control of this city."

A powerful sound arose, vast as thunder, within the inverted world, one by one, the expressions of True Gods looked unpleasant, with a hint of shock,

’Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue’ spoke coldly:

"Time... if I remember correctly, ’Primordial Celestial Venerable’ Fellow Daoist, Primordial Sect Leader Fellow Daoist, you also possess some Daluo characteristics, capable of being the same throughout, correct?"

The two Celestial Venerates nodded.

’Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue’ squinted and said:

"Then let’s descend together, no more descending one by one—if this person dares to cross time and interfere with our past, I ask the two Fellow Daoists to remind us promptly."

"Afterwards... we’ll hunt them!"

Evidently, this group of True Gods is determined to win over the reality universe, even if the reality universe has birthed a monster capable of crossing eras and time, capable of interfering with history,

They still refuse to give up.

One by one, True Gods crowded together, in the same frequency, descending all at once!

Though slow, they never ceased!

"Mercy, mercy." The Great Sun Buddha sighed softly, lost in thought,

meanwhile, in the Netherworld.

Watching the Nine Nether Stronghold tremble,

standing beside Wusheng Old Mother, Zhang Fusheng discreetly lowered his gaze.

In his eyes flowed a long river of the spirituality of all living things, vast and unending.

The taste of Wusheng Old Mother... truly not bad.

Zhang Fusheng patted his stomach, feeling somewhat full.