Secret Buyer

At the very beginning, Zhang Fusheng was thinking that the Buddha Son would never gain the opportunity for the Tao Fruit without reason,

after all, the Tao Fruit opportunity is not like a cabbage; even the Supreme beings must strive for many years to glimpse even a trace...

The only possibility is that the Buddha Son has some connection with a Supreme being—in fact, it indeed seems so.

Past Adornment Buddha, Luminous.

This might still be acceptable, but the most crucial point is that the Luminous Buddha himself has not obtained the opportunity for the Tao Fruit!

Zhang Fusheng estimated that the Buddha Son probably seized the opportunity for the Tao Fruit from the other party—how did the Buddha Son do it?

He doesn't know.

Perhaps the Buddha Son himself may not even know.

"In fact...none of the Supremes should be aware that the opportunity for the Tao Fruit has appeared, and Venerable Buddha himself would not know that he lost the opportunity for the Tao Fruit."

Zhang Fusheng sat high with a low mumble, understanding well in his heart that whether one gets the opportunity for the Tao Fruit cannot be perceived by oneself,

it can only rely on that rundown Taoist Temple!

And the rundown Taoist Temple was forged by Meng Ahnan—in other words, Meng Ahnan is likely the key among keys in the position of the Tao Fruit.

If not mistaken, all is because of that grand contract reached with the other party a thousand years ago.

With thoughts swirling, Zhang Fusheng slowly gathered his thoughts, himself rising higher and higher with the support of countless beings across the heavens and realms,

He was overlooking, everything becoming increasingly small in his eyes...

A wisp of thought descended, landing upon himself in the desolate world.

At this moment.

In the desolate world.

"What did you do??" Chen Nuanyu looked startled at the Daoist who turned to ashes, and suddenly gazed towards Five Seats,

seeing the mysterious flames receding, re-entering Five Seats' eyes.

"Phew..."

The Buddha Son let out a breath, speaking slowly:

"Nothing... just eliminating a future threat for the Great Celestial Venerate, that's all."

The seats all stood motionless, clearly sensing the terror of that flame, especially Li Jing, who recognized the origin of the flame at first glance!

Ground lamp... ground lamp!!

The air became a bit thick.

"It's useless." A weary voice suddenly broke the silence at this moment.

Six terrifying figures like midday suns simultaneously glanced at the sound emitter—a middle-aged man in the shattered research institute.

The middle-aged man curled on the ground, his white coat already in tatters, with his badge missing from his chest,

he propped himself up to stand, taking a heavy breath:

"Body dead... soul extinguished... Tao does not dissipate."

The seats focused on this small, frail figure without sensing any anomaly, the Buddha Son slightly frowned, a hand on his temple,

his eyes behind the obscuring mist were exceptionally bright, the flames flowing, seemingly communicating with some great existence, now speaking, yet like conveying...?

Conveying words from some great existence.

"What does the little patron mean by this?"

The Buddha Son's voice was rich with Buddhist intonation—far surpassing the density that should exist at the True Saint level!

This scene made the eyelids of the other seats twitch wildly, only Six Seats Li Jing could guess the reason—it was indeed conveying.

This mysterious Five Seats was conveying the words of the Past Majestic Buddha,

thus, at the sound, all heavens resounded with Buddhist intentions, vibrating intensely!

On this single question, the desolate world trembled, a hundred thousand miles of flowers blossomed, divine springs, celestial lotuses, golden light,

the entire ruined world became vibrant again.

"What meaning..."

The middle-aged man smiled, dragging his injured body, staggeringly walked to the ashes heap left after 'Grandmaster Xundu' perished.

He painstakingly gathered some of the ashes, then arduously walked to the rupture of the institute,

then lowered his head, surveying the rejuvenated vast world, and with a flick of his hand,

he scattered the ashes permeated with rich Divine Essence.

Another moment of breath-catching.

Leaning against the broken wall, Director Zhang finally lifted his head, fearlessly gazing at the six terrifying beings:

"When the Grandmaster first came to our world, they had already spoken of this scene today—they had long foreseen it."

The seats exchanged glances, the Buddha Son furrowed his brows, his eyes bursting with flame, as if conveying these words to a great existence beyond time.

"Little patron, continue." The Buddha Son spoke in an odd, profound, and solemn tone, the Buddhist intentions in the desolate world growing three degrees thicker.

Zhang Fusheng—or rather, the avatar of Zhang Fusheng—revealed a faint smile.

After all...

The true form of this Luminous Buddha is beyond great time, and with the presence of Wa Huang's Stone, what is seen and heard here cannot truly discern authenticity.

Just as the Luminous Buddha didn't realize 'Grandmaster Xundu' was fake, didn't realize his own opportunity for the Tao Fruit had been seized by the Buddha Son...

This is the entire reason 'fishing' could occur.

With a flicker of thought, Zhang Fusheng in the director's guise raised his head, exhaled a breath of turbid air:

"This Daoist, as beautiful as jade, when descending, not only foresaw today but told me something to convey."

"Little patron, please speak."

"These words are..."

Zhang Fusheng drew out his tone, his voice both lowered yet extended, bearing a solemn and dignified flavor, as if proclaiming the supreme truth of the world,

he said:

"Tao Fruit, Tao Fruit, defies logic, contradicts reason, proving the Tao Fruit, one can prove it in life, and also in death, even if truly and utterly nonexistent—it can still be proven."

'Director' with a look of recollection, paused, his voice gaining further solemnity, continued:

"The more it contradicts perception, the more it can prove the Tao Fruit—this destitute Daoist shall first enter extinction, for on the day I do not exist, is also my 'supreme emptiness and void', and the moment I am closest to the Tao Fruit."