Secret Buyer

The Yellow Springs surged, the mist was oppressive like the past, and the Ancient Saint trapped in the Yellow Springs River suddenly raised his head, looking towards the Other Shore Flower Cluster.

Within the flower cluster, on the soil, characters emerged one after another.

[Spiritual Bamboo, are you still there?]

The Ancient Saint’s face showed joy, responding quickly.

[Master, I am still here]

He carefully observed the script on the flower mud, discovering it seemed somewhat different from the past, the script containing a strong, unique aura,

as if.....

This script was neither from the past, nor written in [the present], nor in the [future] at this moment.

After a while.

[Could it really be possible? It has saved me a lot of trouble]

New script appeared and did not stop there.

[Spiritual Bamboo, I need you to do something...]

Lines of script emerged, the Ancient Saint carefully observed them, his face showing a look of astonishment,

without much thought, he wrote a response on the flower mud.

[Master, you want me to contact my past self? But I don’t have that ability...]

[I’ll teach you.]

This time, the three characters that appeared were vastly different in the eyes of the Ancient Saint,

interwoven between the script were endless profound truths and Dao rhythms, seemingly encompassing the ultimate truth of years and time,

He even vaguely saw three great beings among them,

one residing in the vast past, one overseeing the expansive present, and one ascending in the endless future.....

Three names involuntarily surfaced in the Ancient Saint’s mind.

[Dao Beginning, Daoist Venerable, Dao End].

He was dazed, immersed in the profound Dao and the logic of techniques, for a long time, yet again for a long time.

"Master... I understand now."

Wei Lingzhu spoke softly, extending his fingers, performing the Dharma Gate taught by his master,

after years of being washed by the Yellow Springs, his faded fingers gradually turned lush green at this moment,

at the fingertips, lightly breaking the shackles of time.

Not that the Ancient Saint suddenly possessed boundless power, but that under the guidance of great beings, he comprehended a [technique] almost beyond Dao.

Time in chaos,

The Ancient Saint gazing at the present from the Yellow Springs River ten thousand years later.

This step was not easy, even directly causing disordered time, with each passing second in the future causing a decade to elapse in the present,

The [present node] originally forever separated by ten thousand years from the [future Nine Netherworld] was now silently drawn closer at this moment!

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One hundred and three seconds.

The Ancient Saint panted heavily, the temporal gap pierced by him closing completely, he looked at the Other Shore Flower Cluster, writing a few words within.

[Master, as you instructed, I have completed it]

Silence, silence.

[Highest Good]

Two large characters remained on the flower mud.

......

Dust-sealed years, Divine Realm.

Zhang Fusheng’s face showed a smile, regarding how to emerge from the dust-sealed years, he arranged three strategies,

The most foolish was to wait for Xuanning Xuandu to merge completely, briefly puncturing the dust-sealed years using the fragmented Supreme Fruit Position upon its arrival, seizing the opportunity to leap out.

This method had great uncertainty, so it was considered the lowest strategy by Zhang Fusheng,

after all, from merging to completely merging and then achieving the Dao, who knows how many years it might take,

and when that time truly came, it might also mean it was time for the final showdown with the Three Pristine Ones...

This would also waste many planned arrangements.

As for the second method, it was to wait for three thousand years to pass outside, for the means left on the Contract outside to be executed,

using the Contract held by the second senior sister Chen Yuque, completing the pre-written transaction on the Contract—

She would take Zhang Fusheng’s place, falling into the dust-sealed years.

As for the last method, it was originally not holding any hope,

naturally relying on the connection between the Divine Realm Other Shore Flower Cluster and the future Nine Netherworld, letting Spiritual Bamboo help him.

Unexpectedly, it really succeeded.

"Interesting, the dust-sealed years and the Nine Netherworld of some future possibility have faint connections..."

Zhang Fusheng’s mind shifted a thousand times, talking to himself:

"Which means the dust-sealed years actually haven’t truly detached from all, always within the concept of years."

"Indeed."

He thought of the endless strands beneath the river of time.

Those are sealed years, sealed history.

In this way, the sealed history and the [future possibilities] that also exceed the boundaries of the river of time, existing only beyond the end of the river but not truly detached, are essentially the same,

The tangled connections between them are also reasonable...

"Let’s quietly wait for the awakening of innate wisdom." Zhang Fusheng sat upright amid the sealed years, his eyes closed, his thoughts immersed in the Divine Realm, watching the evolution of endless time while muttering to himself.

In the external world, in the [current node].

Year 1026 of the Great Calendar.

Since the collapse of the Federation a thousand years ago, the old calendar was abolished, with the year of the Federation’s collapse deemed as Year One of the Great Calendar,

To this day, it has been 1026 years,

Similarly, the Federation collapsed ten years after those legendary ancient figures disappeared,

It has been 1036 years since that era.

Great Stone City.

"Mr. Zhang, it’s about to be born, it’s about to be born!"

In the city, at the first hospital.

Zhang Taishan, always known as ’Half the City Zhang’, was full of excitement, the sky outside the window had unknowingly turned gray and desolate, with dark clouds pressing down on the city as if it were about to collapse.

A young woman let out a distressed whimper,

The sky outside grew darker and darker...

Suddenly, there was the sound of waves, accompanied by a crash of thunder.

Zhang Taishan was startled and instinctively looked at the sky outside the window, just in time to see a mirage appearing in the Celestial Vault,

It was a rushing river teeming with countless ghosts, demons, and gods, with a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the Yellow Springs River, looking back with a gaze...

Another peal of thunder sounded, and the mirage abruptly disappeared, as if it had all been an illusion.

"It’s born, it’s born!" A surprised shout rang out.

Zhang Taishan quickly withdrew his gaze,

Watching as the nurse cut the umbilical cord and wiped the blood from the newborn,

He stepped forward, trembling as he held the baby, his face nearly overflowing with joy.

"Son... this is my son!"

The sky roared with thunder.

"Rewards for everyone, rewards for everyone!"

Zhang Taishan laughed out loud, his face full of joy as he waved his hand:

"Everyone in the first hospital gets their year-end bonus tripled, Dr. Chen, yours gets tenfold!"

The faces of the doctors and nurses were filled with smiles, offering congratulations one after another, while Zhang Taishan held the child in one arm, not sparing a glance at the woman who looked utterly exhausted.

"Call... call..."

Gazing at the cheerful child in his arms, the name he had originally chosen didn’t come out; for some reason, a new idea suddenly and inexplicably popped into his mind.

"Child, from now on your name will be... Zhang Fusheng."

Zhang Taishan murmured softly, the child in his arms giggled, while outside, the scene of dark clouds pressing down on the city had dispersed at some point,

Clouds vanished across the vast sky, a bright sun hung high, and vaguely, a purple aura seemed to come from the east, though indistinct.

"An auspicious sign, an auspicious sign indeed!"

Zhang Taishan was overjoyed once more, the more he looked at the son in his arms, the more delighted he became.

This may have been his third child, but it was his first son... the Zhang family finally had an heir!

"Good boy, Fusheng, good boy..." Zhang Taishan laughed gently.

......

Nineteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

Great Stone City was still the Great Stone City, located in a remote area of the New Federation, yet it was the ’financial center’ of the entire east.

In nineteen years, Great Stone City seemed to have grown more prosperous.

"A distinguished visitor?"

Zhang Taishan adjusted his glasses, setting aside the business plan in his hand, frowning:

"Where did this distinguished visitor come from? What kind of distinguished visitor?"

The old butler bowed respectfully and said:

"Master, they say he came from Golden City, and he’s a monk."

"Golden City?"

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Taishan’s face. This was no simple matter; Golden City was incredibly far from Great Stone City,

Coming from there required passing through numerous procedures that even he might not be able to handle...

"A monk?" He was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, Master, I heard he’s a disciple of a great monk named Shi Zhengyuan from Golden City."

"He’s here... to see the young master."

The old butler scratched his head:

"They say that nineteen years ago they began making their way here, and the monk also said that nineteen years ago, there was a purple aura coming from the east here, marking the birth of a Buddha Son or something..."