Secret Buyer-Chapter 257 - 196: Slaughtering All the Great Sects, Lifespan Erased
The appearance of the bridge was not within the Vast Divine Realm.
Zhang Fusheng did not have the ability to bring someone of equal rank in the thousand-year Refining Spirit into his own Spirit Divine Realm.
The decayed, lifeless, and withered large bridge manifested directly between heaven and earth,
although the bridge seemed not large, it bizarrely encompassed the old crone and the eleven Grandmasters of the current era,
even including twelve dazzling kilometer Dharma Aspects!!
Cui Wenda dumbly lifted his head, staring at the strange spectacle in the sky, this scene was truly bizarre,
each dazzling Dharma Aspect was far larger than the eerie ancient bridge but at the same time was situated upon the ancient bridge!
This contradiction and conflict made him feel nauseous, slightly dry-heaving, the carefree expression on his face disappeared for the first time.
"A... Supreme Treasure?"
Cui Wenda murmured, his face showing threads of excitement, as a special one qualified to command that book,
he had already established a slight connection with the Ancient Book, but at this moment, staring at the ancient bridge, following the small connection, he felt a sense of being manipulated!
This indicated that the ancient bridge had a certain connection with the Supreme Treasure of the Qinghe Cui Family.
Cui Wenda’s eyes were bright, savoring the name Zhang Fusheng, his eyes half-closed, at the same time.
"Appear!"
The old crone stood on the ancient bridge and roared angrily, desperately sensing the vanished Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, she knew it was still in her hand, she knew she was still standing on the Golden Ancient War Chariot,
but once on the Bridge of Helplessness, the ethereal fog in front of her, flashing past the illusory scenes of three past lives, she could see nothing!
The Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book was not something she could activate, she could only borrow its power, but at this moment, she dared not move or look back,
the old crone couldn’t find where Zhang Fusheng was, even with countless methods and killing moves, they had no place to be deployed!
The ancient war chariot roared.
The faint golden light had just risen, yet it was enveloped by the ethereal mist on the Bridge of Helplessness.
One was a grand Dharma Artifact made to mimic a certain Supreme Treasure, the other was a genuine Supreme Treasure, the two were entirely incomparable.
A warning sign suddenly appeared in her heart.
The old crone abruptly raised her head, shocked to see a dazzling fist imprint had already fallen on her!
’Wow!!’
Her head caved inwards, spraying a mouthful of blood imbued with treasure light, roaring once more:
"Zhang Fusheng, what’s the skill in hiding and showing only your head?"
"Come out, fight against me, battle with me!"
A soft laugh permeated through the vast fog, echoing in the ears of the twelve Grandmasters, including the old crone.
"Over there!"
Wang Changhuan roared, the three faint furnace fires behind his head suddenly surged, the old crone also followed the direction of the voice, lifting up the unseen yet truly existent Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book shrouded by the eerie mist,
Dharma Aspect! Borrow power! Strike!
The eerie tattoos on her skin twisted, communicating with the deity she revered, the Dharma Aspect behind her briefly emitted brilliant light, piercing through the mist!
The Dharma Aspect gathered the Power of Heaven and Earth in its hand, forming a gigantic spear over a hundred meters long,
the aura of the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book lingered over it, then it was forcefully thrown towards the place where the soft laugh sounded!
’Tear!!’
The blazing golden light burst forth.
The splendid spear, carrying a trace of tragic aura, pierced through a mountain peak, continuing forward, embedding into the earth.
After a brief silence.
The mountain that was pierced began to shatter like a mirror smashed on the ground, starting from the hole pierced halfway up the mountain,
the land where the splendid spear plunged also tore upward abruptly, as if a super bomb was detonated underground!!
A massive amount of shattered rocks surged into the sky, then fell like meteors wrapped in blazing white flame towards the distant earth.
"Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire..."
Zhang Fusheng murmured softly, after invoking the Power of Heaven and Earth, any slaughter technique was greatly enhanced, its power terrifyingly strong!
The twelve Grandmasters on the Bridge of Helplessness heard the voice coming from—behind them.
That young man was always standing at the head of the bridge, standing behind them.
But they couldn’t turn back.
"Kill!!"
A Grandmaster roared, employing slaughter techniques, striking backwards without turning, as did the other Grandmasters,
the dazzling slaughter techniques entangled into a river of light, going against the mist, yet missing again, evaporating a piece of land!
"My turn."
A calm voice resounded in everyone’s ears.
The next second.
It was hundreds and thousands of dazzling fist imprints, carrying the thick and vigorous vitality capable of toppling mountains, striking towards each Grandmaster!
There was simply no avoiding it, and no intercepting it.
Before the fist was out, it had already landed.
Four Grandmasters who had only ignited two furnace fires were blasted on the spot, under the oppression of the eerie ancient bridge, the furnace fires extinguished instantly, too late for Blood Rebirth!
The rest weren’t doing well either, covered in wounds, especially the old crone, who was ’given special attention,’ every dazzling fist imprint smashing into her back,
forcing her to take two involuntary steps forward, closer to the end of the ancient bridge!
A sense of great terror arose in the old crone’s heart, she didn’t know what would happen if she stepped off the ancient bridge, but...
it certainly wouldn’t be anything good.
"You insignificant worms!"
"Do you dare fight me head-on?"
The old crone cried out in shock and anger, her roar like thunder, her four furnace fires burning to the extreme, the tattoos on her body twisting violently, communicating with the deity!
She was briefly turning young, reversing from an aged and faded old woman to her youthful appearance,
her skin like jade, her long hair reaching her waist, looking like an unrivaled beauty.
She sensed it.
A sharp glint flickered in the unrivaled beauty’s eyes, capturing Zhang Fusheng’s presence in a brief moment,
her slender hand, tattooed all over, flowing, converged to her palm, pressed downwards.
Clearly pressing down.
Yet the jade-like palm bizarrely displaced space, appearing above Zhang Fusheng’s head, crushing down.
Also crushing down was the giant palm of a three kilometer Dharma Aspect!
Locked on?
Zhang Fusheng’s expression remained unchanged, if it were ten days ago, being locked in space by this strike, he would have nowhere to run, doomed to be obliterated,
but now was not ten days ago.
"You should have done this earlier."
He spoke calmly, closing his eyes, flesh peeled off, converging behind him into a large tomb of flesh and blood, from which a bone coffin opened, Dharma Aspect soared up.
Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate Dharma Aspect.
The jade hand and giant palm of the Dharma Aspect crushing down, suddenly decayed and vanished, the unrivaled beauty couldn’t see what happened, but an ominous premonition surged in her heart!
"Attack together, kill him!"
She shouted, then raised the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book high again!
The next moment.
The Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate Dharma Aspect opened its eyes.
The flowing wind and clouds suddenly stopped, as if the pause button was pressed, the Dharma Aspect formed from the Unity of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the three furnace fires burned fiercely.
"Die."
Zhang Fusheng murmured softly, the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate Dharma Aspect raised both palms horizontally, gently pushed.
Without any hindrance.
That peerless beauty was forcibly pushed forward, and in a daze, she stood at the edge of the ancient bridge, staggered, and fell out.
The Bridge of Helplessness, where the living pass, lamenting helplessly for lifetimes, entering the path of reincarnation in a day.
"What is..... this?"
The peerless beauty walked out of the Bridge of Helplessness and was able to turn back.
She blankly stared at the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate’s Dharma Aspect rising from the ground, unsure if she was asking the bridge or the Dharma Aspect.
She began to die.
In an unstoppable way, she withered forcibly, flesh peeled off, the soul peeled off, turning from a peerless beauty into a pink skeleton.
"Supreme Treasure..."
Facing the remaining eight Grandmasters, she sighed softly.
The pink skeleton stood in place, motionless.
The eight Grandmasters felt a chill in their hearts.
Dead..... dead?
Half a foot into the Innate Realm, nearly regarded as an Innate, the old woman who communicated with the deities and reversed her age, just died like that?
A great chill rose, and then they all looked up fearfully.
Unbeknownst to them.
The Dharma Aspect of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate was already standing behind them, bowing its head, gazing at them.
Eight pairs of eyes met the gaze of the Dharma Aspect of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate.
Zhang Fusheng’s figure disappeared from the Bridge of Helplessness and reappeared beside Cui Wenda.
The latter glanced at the ancient bridge in the distance, caught in stagnation, his eyelid twitched, his smile like the spring breeze:
"Why not kill them?"
Zhang Fusheng glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the Bridge of Helplessness, watching the eight Grandmasters who were facing the Dharma Aspect of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate.
He spoke calmly:
"All have returned to dust, earth to earth."
As his words fell.
On the ancient bridge, one by one, the furnace fires went out, and each Grandmaster stood in place, their life force began to fade, dissipating until it vanished into silence.
All on the level of three furnace fires, and suppressed by the Bridge of Helplessness, borrowing the power of the Dharma Aspect of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate,
he could even decide life and death with one word.
The eight Grandmasters turned to ash, dust to dust, earth to earth.
The ancient bridge disappeared, vanishing into who knows where, the Golden Ancient War Chariot fell beside Zhang Fusheng, and the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book flew into his hand.
Carefully examining this thin book of twenty-one pages, examining the blood-stained strawman on the cover,
he casually said:
"Tell me about your Book of Life and Death?"
As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng looked towards the distant earth.
Large expanses of earth were being swallowed by a vortex—not just the earth.
He saw that even the ’sky’ was collapsing towards the vortex under an unknown pull.
It was the so-called place of the Exotic Treasure.
More precisely,
it was where the Celestial Human of the Celestial Principle Sect was hiding and healing, devouring this small realm. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Cui Wenda turned his gaze to this young man named Zhang Fusheng, calmly saying:
"You want to kill me?"
"Yes."
Cui Wenda responded with an "Oh," shaking his head, saying:
"But you shouldn’t have let me know your name, Book of Life and Death... Since you know it’s a Book of Life and Death, you should know that as long as a price is paid, you can write in it."
"Extending someone’s lifespan by a million years."
"Or, causing someone to die of natural causes."
Behind Cui Wenda, three furnace fires floated as well—he was a Grandmaster with three furnace fires.
And at this moment.
The Spirit Furnace Fire quietly extinguished.
Zhang Fusheng looked at his wrinkled hands, this old man turned his gaze, staring at Cui Wenda, surprisingly asking:
"You can actually write in the Book of Life and Death out of thin air? What price did you pay?"
Cui Wenda clasped his hands behind his back, indifferently watching this man whose lifespan had ended, rapidly aging and dying.
He said calmly:
"Our Cui Family’s ancient ancestor has held the Book of Life and Death for over a thousand years, and in the bloodline that followed, some special talent always emerges."
"Those of us with this special talent, called the candidate holders of the book, can communicate with the Book of Life and Death worshiped in our Cui Family Ancestral Shrine from afar and alter it three times."
Can the Book of Life and Death be altered three times?
Zhang Fusheng coughed as he thought, growing ever older.
After a while,
Cui Wenda looked compassionately at Zhang Fusheng:
"You were only eighteen... Eighteen, yet to kill Grandmasters as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs, it’s a pity, as for the price I paid?"
He sighed softly:
"The first stroke, sealing the Spirit."
At this moment, Zhang Fusheng was already frail, hunched over, his clothes filthy, hair crown withered, sweat dripping under his armpits, body smelling foul.
This is the ’celestial aspect’ of those whose cultivation has matured but whose life has ended, also known as the form of the Five Declines of Celestial Humans.
Once reached this point, there is no salvation.
Life has ended.
Zhang Fusheng managed a smile:
"Then what are the prices for the second and third strokes?"
Facing the first person he had drawn the lifespan of and killed, Cui Wenda showed great patience:
"The second stroke seals the Qi, the third stroke seals the Essence."
Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood:
"Using Essence, Qi, and Spirit as ’fuel’ to write in the Book of Life and Death and alter lifespan..."
No wonder Du Mingsheng could never break into the Innate Realm after adding a million years to his life.
His Spirit had been stripped away, cutting off the possibility of advancement, let alone forming the position of Thousand-Year Refining Spirit.
Zhang Fusheng finally asked:
"Is the price irreversible after being paid?"
Cui Wenda calmly replied:
"Celestial Medicine can compensate."
He reached out and gently patted the old, immobile Zhang Fusheng.
"Rest in peace."
"Dust to dust, earth to earth."
Zhang Fusheng managed another smile.
Then, his hunched back straightened, wrinkles smoothed out, and in Cui Wenda’s frozen, rigid gaze,
he returned from an old, withered man to a spirited youth.
