Secret Buyer

But she didn't press for details.

Just then, a middle-aged man hurried into the nursing home, and Qingfeng quickly stepped forward to greet him:

"Greetings, True Martial Senior."

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man nodded, his expression solemn. He stepped forward, paid his respects to the old director, and said politely:

"Director, I've instructed the others to handle what you asked, without causing a stir, but..."

The old director glanced sideways, staring at the middle-aged man, "Speak freely."

The middle-aged man was also a body occupied by the will of a Daluo, but he wasn't restricted by her in any way, and was even allowed to venture out.

Over the course of a thousand years, this [True Martial Devil Emperor] rose from obscurity to become a top-notch True Saint of his time, and is now the 'chairman' of the new Federation.

True Martial exhaled and answered in a deep voice:

"The young friend said... to have you personally go to the Other Shore World and meet him."

Inside the nursing home, silence fell, and the numerous old men and women exchanged glances, question marks appearing on their foreheads—who would dare such a thing?

Even True Martial wasn't clear, only Zhen Yuanzi raised an eyebrow. He was among the few Daluos who knew of [Zhang Fusheng].

The old director's eyes lowered, her emotions unreadable, "You want me to meet him personally?"

She muttered to herself, and then sighed:

"It may not be impossible."

"It's just... if I leave this Two Realms Mountain, there's no point in continuing to run this nursing home."

Her light words spread out, causing the old men and women in the nursing home to be visibly moved. Could it be that...?

The old director seemed to make up her mind, turned her head, and calmly instructed:

"I shall personally make a trip to the Other Shore World. True Martial, friend Zhen Yuanzi, I would like the two of you to accompany me. As for the others?"

"You all should go where you should."

Her gaze turned to the distance, towards the market of Little Stone Mountain Town, where several figures were bustling about,

Among them were the Sutra Takers of the current era and a few youngsters who also came from the outside world a thousand years ago—such as a little girl who could sit in the [Supreme Saint Teacher] position.

"Disperse, disperse."

The old director sighed again. Everyone felt their vision blur, and the old director, Zhen Yuanzi, and True Martial had vanished.

And at that moment.

"The day has broken...." someone raised their head, gazing at the vast Celestial Vault, where the great sun was high,

The thick fog that covered and suppressed the Two Realms Mountain area had vanished without a trace.

No trace was left behind.

It could be exited.

The old men and women stood up, their joints creaking, their vitality surging, brilliant rays suddenly bursting forth!

They were merely the bodies lodging a wisp of Daluo's will.

But they were ultimately Daluo.

Without cultivation, without mana, but their understanding of the Tao remained, and their grasp of principles remained as well,

With no restrictions at all, they ascended to godhood in an instant.

Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged a glance, just about to speak, when they saw a breeze sweep, their vision blurring again, and they were taken away by the departing Zhen Yuanzi.

.........

Other Shore World.

Outside the realm.

A group of people traveled silently.

Shitian Ming clasped his hands together, stepping one step at a time onto the Golden Light Avenue, using the ground-shrinking technique,

Everyone stepping on the Golden Light Avenue could also span several miles with each step.

Meanwhile, a little novice monk was absent-minded, Zhang Taishan frowned tightly, and Lin Shiyu occasionally gazed at the leisurely young man.

"Fusheng."

Zhang Taishan suddenly spoke, and the three slow-moving people beside him all pricked up their ears.

"What exactly happened to you?"

"I'm fine."

Zhang Fusheng replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the grand Other Shore World, "If I must explain, it's just that I've awakened some innate wisdom."

Innate wisdom??

The old monk and the novice monk exchanged a glance. Being from the Buddhist Sect, they were naturally familiar with this term.

Zhang Taishan's expression grew heavier:

"And where does your innate wisdom come from?"

"My innate wisdom naturally comes from myself," Zhang Fusheng replied thus.

The atmosphere was somewhat stiff, plunging into silence again, as they continued along the Golden Light Avenue, gradually approaching the Other Shore World.

The force and boundary that should have surrounded and blocked unauthorized enterers from the Other Shore World, for some reason, didn't take effect.

Zhang Taishan walked on, looking at his absent-minded 'son', suddenly asking again:

"Fusheng, what are you... thinking about?"

Zhang Fusheng's gaze remained locked on the magnificent Other Shore World, but he honestly answered:

"I'm pondering which friends have awakened now."

Everyone was puzzled and didn't understand.

Zhang Fusheng continued speaking to himself:

"They must have all entered the world, with their wills attached to someone, Houtu should be the old director of the Two Realms Mountain."

"What about Eastern Emperor? Who is he now? Or has he honestly stayed sealed in history?"

"And there's Di Jun, Celestial Emperor, Wa Emperor..."

"Most importantly, the Three Pristine Ones."

One sentence after another, incomprehensible words spilled from Zhang Fusheng's mouth. Lin Shiyu couldn't help but ask:

"Who are these people?"

"Some very powerful beings."

Speaking, Zhang Fusheng slightly furrowed his brow, as if answering Lin Shiyu's question, yet as if answering himself:

"Among the fleeting faces I see, some are very vague, indicating they might achieve Tao Fruit, but the chance is slim, while others are exceedingly clear..."

"There's me, the Three Pristine Ones, Meng Ahnan, and Xuan Qing Xuan Du. I understand these."

The group exchanged glances, unaware of who the Three Pristine Ones were, but Meng Ahnan... that terrifying Lame Daoist from before.

Zhang Fusheng continued musing:

"But why are Wa Emperor, Houtu, and Kong Qiu's faces also extraordinarily clear?"

"Where might their great opportunities to attain Tao Fruit lie?"

While speaking,

The group reached the edge of the Other Shore World, a vast river flowed, and a withered bridge led directly into the Other Shore World,