Secret Buyer-Chapter 254 - 193: A Millennium of Enlightenment, Guidance from the Taoist Palace! (4/6)
"It’s... not bad."
Zhang Fusheng sighed softly:
"In this world, there truly are people who never regress. Once they experience it, they root themselves completely in the corresponding layer, always climbing upwards, never sliding back..."
He felt a mix of emotions, how long did it take for him to achieve Minor Perfection back then?
Several days!
This girl, merely listened to him discussing a Technique, was briefly and forcibly elevated by him to the stage of Minor Perfection—and then she truly achieved Minor Perfection!
However, this was the limit of what he could do.
Otherwise, if he could temporarily bestow her with the Spirit Realm of Perfection, wouldn’t she truly attain the True Divine Realm instantly?
"All of you, get up, no need to bow to me."
He sighed, extending his hand to support them virtually. The three of them felt an inexplicable great power, forcibly steadying them.
Wei Qingshan swallowed his saliva, glanced at the lush spring scenery, feeling a little lost.
This kind of capability had already exceeded his imagination.
"Let’s return to the camp."
Zhang Fusheng looked at Wei Lingzhu, who was still jubilant and excited, with a complex expression, and said calmly:
"Some trivial matters need to be dealt with properly first."
"Trivial matters?" Wei Lingzhu spoke confusedly.
Zhang Fusheng chuckled:
"Nothing much—just an old lady."
"Also..."
He looked at Wu Shangpin with a smile:
"Some things, whether should be said or not, you ought to know within."
Wu Shangpin felt his skin tingle, hurriedly bowed in salutation, while the Wei family siblings also bowed their heads. When they raised their heads again,
the youth was still standing there, but somehow, they felt, something seemed to have changed.
But they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.
"Let’s go back to the camp," said the youth with a plain appearance, speaking once more.
......
Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng sat himself down on the meditation mat, carefully observing the transformations within himself.
His Position was suddenly elevated, elevated, and elevated again.
Until it reached indescribable heights.
"Strange."
He murmured softly, a look of puzzlement appearing on his face—still unable to trace from whence came that bizarre sense of Perfection.
"Why did I want to take Wei Lingzhu as a disciple?"
Zhang Fusheng couldn’t fathom it after much thought, feeling a bit troubled, and then remembered Wei Lingzhu’s terrifying talent—never regressing.
"Does this unwavering progress apply to Position as well?"
He glanced down at the meditation mat and shook his head in denial.
Most likely, it wouldn’t.
Position is not one’s own cultivation, realm, or power, and he tried to communicate with the Contract, attempting to perceive,
and it was confirmed that Wei Lingzhu’s unwavering progress can indeed be ’bought.’
In other words, even this unregressing characteristic could be ’separated,’ then naturally her other cultivation, Spirit Realm, and so forth,
can similarly be separated.
It’s not truly an [eternally verified].
Zhang Fusheng did not plan to buy this characteristic from Wei Lingzhu—it wouldn’t be of much use to him.
He progressed too fast for regression to even be a concern.
Even if the power of never regressing could indeed stabilize the terrifying Position given by the meditation mat upon himself,
Zhang Fusheng would not do it.
The reason was simple—running around the mortal world with an indescribably high, baffling Position, wouldn’t that be courting death quickly?
After contemplating for a moment, Zhang Fusheng had a thought and extracted a millennium of Technique cultivation years from the Contract.
A thousand years of practice had already merged with himself at this moment.
[In the first year, I continued practicing the Taiyi Chapter, seemingly deepening my understanding of this Technique a bit more]
[In the second year, I began contemplating the essence of Taiyi]
[In the third year...]
Just as Zhang Fusheng had anticipated, the difficulty of advancing the Taiyi Chapter from Entry Level to Minor Achievement escalated explosively!
That was expected.
Which of those mythical immortals hadn’t had a nap or a session of practice stretching for several hundred or thousand years?
The marvels of Immortal Techniques are not that easy to cultivate!
Not to mention [Primordial Scripture].
[In the hundredth year, inspiration gushed like a spring, as if grasping some essence of Taiyi]
[Taiyi, when all things are void, when nothing exists, is a time earlier than the very beginning, where time holds no meaning]
[Yet when all is void, cause and effect cease to exist too, even should they arise, they immediately descend into chaos]
[In the hundred and first year, I made slight further progress]
[In the two hundredth year...]
[In the third hundredth year...]
Time flowed like water, four hundred years, five hundred years, six hundred years!
Zhang Fusheng immersed himself in the marvel of Techniques, unable to extricate himself.
Though what had merged was not his spiritual past, his Divine Realm had not thus elapsed for several hundred years,
but his understanding of Taiyi grew deeper, his insight into [Void] broadened,
and his Divine Realm, as a reflection of his spirit, quietly underwent change.
The Divine Realm started subtly showing the tendency to develop a [Domain of Void], even if this tendency was faint, it was tangible.
[In the eight hundred and twenty-first year]
[I sensed a bottleneck, a barrier, another step forward would push the Taiyi Chapter to Minor Achievement, mastering the ’Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect’]
[But this layer of barrier was thicker than I imagined, my remarkable Enlightenment appeared dim against it, this was no ordinary Immortal Technique, this was the Technique of the Primordial Celestial Venerable!]
[Thus, year by year]
[I was immersed in the Way of Taiyi]
[I began contemplating the connection between the innate Five Tais]
[Taiyi, when all is void; Taichu, when the Innate One Qi is born;]
[Taishi, the beginning of everything material, when form begins without taking shape]
[Taixu, the moment of having substance but lacking formed body; Taichi, the chaotic state where yin and yang have not yet divided but all things are formed!]
[In the nine hundred and ninety-eighth year]
[I felt that I was only a hair’s breadth away from breaking through the barrier, pushing open the grand door]
[In the first thousandth year, that hair’s breadth became infinitesimal, yet I was still just shy, just a tiny bit away...]
A thousand years became part of past memories in his mind.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Zhang Fusheng opened his weary eyes, deep within them seemingly lay a realm of absolute void, an abyssal sea of silence—yet it was transient.
"Just a bit away, just a bit away."
"A little more, and I could glimpse the Domain of Minor Achievement, establishing myself there!"
Zhang Fusheng scratched his head in frustration, just a tiny bit short!
This feeling, it was so unbearable he almost went mad.
"This final barrier, perhaps I will achieve enlightenment and break through in the next moment, or perhaps it will take thousands of years without comprehension..."
He murmured to himself, sighing deeply, Taiyi, oh Taiyi...
Hmm?
Zhang Fusheng suddenly raised an eyebrow, sensing a vague... feeling of being watched?
It wasn’t that he was being watched, nor was it focused on the Eight Sceneries Palace,
but the feeling of being watched was undeniably real.
With a thought, the grand door of the Eight Sceneries Palace swung open with a roar, and a gaze of immeasurable lofty insight followed that feeling of being watched,
yet saw nothing at all.
How strange.
The feeling of being watched vanished completely.
Zhang Fusheng didn’t dwell on it, continuing to try to comprehend that final barrier but to no avail, attempting to trace back the ’illusion of perfection’ after accepting Wei Lingzhu as a disciple, still to no avail.
He paced over to the Gate of the Past, leaned closer, and stared quietly.
As thoughts turned, the deep and dark scenes within the Gate of the Past were painted with colorful hues, reflecting the past in the mountains and forests not long ago.
From a unique high-dimensional perspective,
Zhang Fusheng carefully observed Wei Lingzhu. The young girl was not as otherworldly beautiful as Chen Nuanyu,
but she was very clean, giving people a particularly comfortable feeling.
At this moment, Wei Lingzhu’s skin, flesh, and organs unfolded before his eyes, every detail laid bare.
Still, he didn’t trace the source of the ’feeling of perfection’.
If I must say...
"A bit, blurry."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, the high-dimensional perspective showing Wei Lingzhu as somewhat blurry, as if there were some illusion, somewhat unreal.
It was as if she did not belong to [here].
But what exactly does [here] refer to?
Zhang Fusheng had no clue.
But at least it proved there was indeed something unusual about Wei Lingzhu, whether it was good or bad?
Unknown.
He returned to the meditation mat, sat quietly, and sensed.
The feeling of perfection remained.
Either the thing causing the feeling of perfection was above the meditation mat—but that was clearly impossible.
Then only one possibility remains.
"The meditation mat, or rather, my infinitely high position, also considers it as ’perfect’."
"Also considers that I should take her as a disciple... but what’s the reason? You might as well give me an answer!"
Zhang Fusheng tapped the soft meditation mat, and in that instant, suddenly felt a burst of impulse, turning to look at the white jade wall.
Looking at the endlessly flowing Taiyin Primordial Qi.
This impulse must have a reason.
Could it be.....a kind of guidance from the meditation mat, the Taoist Palace, or perhaps the infinitely high position to himself?
Zhang Fusheng gazed at the Taiyin Primordial Qi and, with another sudden impulse, closed his eyes, rose following that mysterious guidance,
walked forward, walked forward, pushed open the Taoist Palace doors, entered the Divine Realm, and continued walking.
Opening his eyes, he looked around.
He was in the Other Shore Flower Cluster.
"How did I get here?"
Zhang Fusheng was shocked, gently picked a Other Shore Flower and rubbed it into the Other Shore Bone, pondering why the impulse from his infinitely high position pointed here?
What could this have to do with Wei Lingzhu??
In confusion, he saw the soil on the ground trembling slightly, and words emerged.
[You came again?]
It was that mysterious Ancient Saint trapped in the unreachable Nine Netherworld, trapped in the Yellow Springs River.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, could it be related to the Ancient Saint?
Just as the thought arose, he decided to sit down, using the power of touching the void with his flesh and blood divine body, wrote two lines on the ground.
[Yes, I’m here]
[By the way, I’ve got something to ask you...]
He briefly recounted the feeling of perfection born in his heart after accepting a disciple.
A moment later, a line of words appeared on the soil.
[Do you know Buddha? The Buddhist Sect values destiny, and you and your disciple are bound by destiny—there’s a great destiny between you and your disciple]
Destiny?
But why would destiny arise out of nowhere?
Zhang Fusheng was still puzzled, thought for a moment, and asked the Ancient Saint why such destiny appeared.
The Ancient Saint quickly responded.
[Perhaps because there was an involvement in the past or perhaps in the future, there is destined to be an involvement]
Past? Future?
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, still confused; the future is vague, let alone for now.
Then the past?
Could it refer to the previous life?
This seemed even more outlandish...
He chose not to think further for the time being, sighed, and posed a new question.
[Speaking of which, why is Nine Netherworld unreachable? Yet you can enter Nine Netherworld?]
After a long silence.
The Ancient Saint gave an answer.
[I don’t know either, it seems that Nine Netherworld was thrown to a puzzling place, I still don’t know exactly where]
[But I can enter, I was forced, exiled into it]
Zhang Fusheng nodded quietly, because of having the qualification to sit at the [Supreme Saint Celestial Position], he was excluded, exiled.
He tutted with wonder, and finally asked.
[Speaking of which, I still don’t know your name?]
The Ancient Saint quickly replied.
[My surname is Wei, you can call me Saint Wei]
[By the way, do you have any divine techniques you want to learn today?]
[I need to build a good relationship with you so that one day you might hold a sacrificial ceremony for me and rescue me]
This Ancient Saint made a straightforward pitch, which left Zhang Fusheng feeling a bit bewildered, yet quite... sincere.
Except.
His gaze locked onto the first line of words.
Wei?
Quite a coincidence.
But is it really a coincidence? How could the impulse from his infinitely high position be without a basis?
Zhang Fusheng fell silent for a moment, then wrote again.
[Do you know Wei Lingzhu?]
This time.
The Ancient Saint did not respond.
