Secret Buyer-Chapter 279 - 214: Innate Conversion, A Sigh of Withering and Flourishing from the World Venerate
Within the High Heaven Association, hundreds of the sons of heaven quietly lay dormant in Golden University.
Of course.
Whether it was Zhang Fusheng or Shen Baobao, both had to present thirty percent more to the Great Celestial Venerate, to balance the yin and yang of all things.
Thus, in reality, the portion in one’s own hands was sixty-five percent.
Mercy, mercy.
In this manner, one obtains a thousand three hundred years of refining spirit, and six hundred fifty years of cultivation.
The Nine-Ring Scepter struck the ground for the second time.
Golden ripples rolled incessantly, spreading into a great tide.
"Master."
Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:
"Did you fail in your ultimate leap back then?"
Hong Tianbao was startled, then nodded gently:
"During my ultimate leap, a Great Bodhisattva from my Ling Mountain lineage descended with divine punishment, severing nine hundred years of my spiritual accumulation."
Zhang Fusheng nodded gently, and spoke solemnly:
"Then I’ll return to you a thousand years of enlightenment."
The Zen Staff struck the ground for the third time.
In the Martial Arts Dojo, on the long street, Hong Tianbao, Wei Lingzhu, along with every cultist,
were all pulled into the Divine Realm.
Zhang Fusheng skillfully controlled his own Divine Realm, his master and Wei Lingzhu appeared within a scene of seventy-two snow mountains that he had contemplated,
As for those cultists, they were all oppressed before a gigantic divine statue.
This divine statue was not the statue of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, but a newly cast Buddha statue of Zhang Fusheng.
He wanted to make an attempt.
The face of the Buddha statue was still him, but the title on the statue was incomplete, with only two words, which were—
[World Venerate].
In myth and legend, incense and candle power can create Heaven and Earth deities from nothing—is it true?
Thus, he crafted a gigantic Buddha statue in the west of the Divine Realm, using his face as the true visage, erecting a tablet for the World Venerate, then calling ninety thousand monks to bow long before it.
Now, calling also five Innates and over a thousand cultists to worship together, the Nine-Ring Scepter nailed there, none dared refuse.
"The sky should soon brighten."
Zhang Fusheng said thusly, and so, a great sun began to reflect within the celestial vault.
One thousand three hundred years of refining spirit quietly merged with himself.
What followed was a pressure that almost overwhelmed Zhang Fusheng!!
The time in his own Divine Realm accelerated,
But this time, Zhang Fusheng allowed Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu to comprehend and cultivate within the accelerated Divine Realm.
This directly led to him bearing the heavy weight of the spiritual worlds of both of them—contracts would not allow loopholes.
Balance all things, to make up for deficiency, must diminish excess.
Since Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu gained time freely to comprehend and obtain the ’refining spirit’ technique,
He must bear the corresponding price.
Zhang Fusheng’s true spirit, without Divine Realm’s protection, faced directly the heavy pressure of the spiritual worlds of Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu,
Yet he gritted his teeth and endured.
Thus.
[The first year, I began to hone my spirit, seeking the path to break through the second spiritual limit]
[I gained nothing, for this is not something the Innate Realm can fathom]
A year passed within the Divine Realm,
Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu comprehended for a year,
The burden Zhang Fusheng bore increased by a portion. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
And those five Divine Favor Envoys, along with hundreds and thousands of cultists, also prostrated, knelt, and chanted for a year before the World Venerate statue.
[The second year...]
[The three hundredth year, I was still trying to seek the second spiritual limit]
[In this year, I meditated day and night, contemplated tens of thousands of matters, practiced various marvelous techniques; my Divine Realm grew ever stronger, yet I still could not see the second spiritual limit]
Three hundred years passed,
Some cultists had grown numb, began to be devout, but those five Innate Great Stage remain unmoved in spirit,
The youngest, Taoist Xu, had lived one or two hundred years, and was a true prodigy; the other four old Innates had lived thousands of years,
Spiritually profound, their minds are hard to erode by time.
[The fifth hundred year, in the endless contemplation, my mind began to grow muddled, with no progress whatsoever]
Zhang Fusheng found himself struggling to bear the pressure, with a thought, he banished Wei Lingzhu from the Divine Realm, leaving only his master to continue comprehending.
The pressure suddenly reduced.
And another year passed, and another.
Time flew by, a white horse passing a gap.
Hong Tianbao sat in the great snowy mountains, unfed, unthirsty, unhungered, and ageless; the most brilliant wave rider among his generation,
Now finally blooming in his own splendor, his spiritual cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds!
[The first thousand year]
[My spiritual accumulation has broken through the four thousand year mark, yet breaking the great limit is still out of reach; is it really impossible to touch the second spiritual limit without a realm breakthrough into Celestial Human?]
It was also this year.
In the Divine Realm, aside from the five Divine Favor Envoys, the other cultists, whether they were martial artists still honing flesh and sinew,
Or Martial Arts Masters refining their organs, even Directors or Upper Envoys of Great Sects,
Had become deeply devout.
A thousand years have passed.
And those Innate Great Stage?
Their spirit profoundly thick, even facing the divine statue, facing tens of thousands of continuously chanting monk remains, still held on to their principles,
Devout, but not truly sincere.
Each Innate Great Stage represents a prodigy who has endured countless trials, breaking the spiritual limit,
Other matters aside, their minds were as resilient as mountains and seas.
A thousand years is nothing.
How can it extinguish that spark within the heart?
As for now.
In the seventy-two great snowy mountains.
Hong Tianbao sits, a body formed of a wisp of will is glowing—he has the position of a thousand-year refining spirit.
Zhang Fusheng, however, is very tired, his figure totters, having borne the price of his master’s freely gained thousand years of cultivation,
With a thought, he ejected his master, who had just begun his ultimate leap, from the Divine Realm, immediately feeling relieved.
The last three hundred years passed in a blur.
[The first thousand three hundred year, I could with a thought cut through a mountain, with a thought dry a great river, but I couldn’t see the limit]
[Four thousand three hundred years of spiritual accumulation crowns me in my realm, but why can I still not break the limit?]
[I don’t understand]
The swiftly flowing time suddenly stopped.
When Zhang Fusheng emerged from the Divine Realm, opening his eyes.
Hong Xuesheng had only experienced one blink.
One blink, one thousand three hundred years of time.
Upon raising his eyes again.
The Martial Arts Dojo was now tranquil and peaceful, while outside, on the long street, over a thousand cultists were devout and sincere,
and within.
Zhang Fusheng sighed and said:
"The sea of suffering is boundless."
Those five, though not truly sincere, but have already ’converted’ Divine Favor Envoys, softly chanted:
"World Venerate above!"
Zhang Fusheng smiled, glanced at his master making the ultimate leap, took a deep breath and exhaled.
As for this.
All matters had been settled.
"Mercy, mercy!"
The Nine-Ring Scepter swayed, the dark shadows shrouding the long street dispersed like flowing water.
Under the gaze of so many eyes, the young World Venerate stood in the lotus, surrounded by golden spring water, yet he suddenly began to age.
In the blink of an eye, he aged a hundred years, and in fifteen blinks, a thousand five hundred years, with white beard dragging on the ground, and weariness etched within his body.
He sighed:
"Withering and flourishing!"
The followers joined hands in prayer, responding:
"World Venerate!"
The Buddha speaks of withering and flourishing in fifteen hundred years, and on that day, the five devotees wept rivers, calling World Venerate, their voices unending.
(Still three Chapters left, probably around eight in the evening, apologies, apologies, tomorrow will resume normal updates)
