The old heavenly master kicked over, yelling:

"Silence! How dare you speak recklessly?"

The little boy shrieked and jumped away, yelling:

"Why would I lie to you, it’s been reported in the news, it’s the truth, it’s the truth!"

The old heavenly master blew his beard and glared, picking up a stick. The little boy, sensing something was wrong, bolted towards the outside of the hall.

As he ran, he looked back in surprise:

"The heavenly master is hitting people, the heavenly master is hitting..."

Before he could finish yelling.

’Thud!’

"Ouch!"

The little boy felt as if he’d crashed into a city wall, his head swelling with a lump, and he fell to the ground.

Taking a sharp, cold breath, he looked up at the newcomer—a monk.

A monk with hair, dressed in monk robes, looking extremely handsome.

The little boy shrunk his head:

"Master, I wasn’t defaming the Buddhist Sect...."

The monk leaned down with a laugh, patted the little boy’s head, and praised:

"Remarkable bones, could have the potential of a Celestial Human, perhaps even achieving a Fruit Position in the future."

The little boy was a bit confused, Celestial Human? Fruit Position?

What are these things?

He promptly got up swiftly, raised his head, widened his eyes, curiously observing the monk, wanting to ask questions,

when behind him came the old heavenly master’s heavy, low shout:

"Out!"

The little boy shrunk his neck:

"Master, my heavenly master asks you to leave..."

"I told you to leave!" the heavenly master scolded.

The little boy was stunned, it was the first time he’d seen his heavenly master so stern, he didn’t dare mess around anymore and obediently jogged out of the heavenly master’s hall,

After exiting, he couldn’t help but look back, catching a glimpse just before the hall doors closed,

Seeing that handsome monk standing with hands behind his back, poised like a pine tree, while his own old heavenly master uncharacteristically rose from the meditation mat, slightly bending his waist and back.

"Unbelievable." The little boy muttered, watching the hall doors close, his face full of puzzlement.

That monk... who is he?

What virtue and capability could compel the heavenly master to get up and greet him?

Even when the founder of the Shaolin Temple visited, the heavenly master remained seated!

He couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

Meanwhile, inside the heavenly master’s hall.

Zhang Fusheng looked at the old heavenly master with interest, softly praising:

"Sitting at the Celestial Position... a sitter at the Celestial Position from beyond the Different Dimension is rare."

The old heavenly master’s expression was cautious, fixating on this handsome monk with a smile, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Are you from the Upper Realm?"

"The Upper Realm?"

Zhang Fusheng was intrigued:

"Is that how you refer to the Different Dimension and the True Universe?"

In the great void, the myriad worlds stretch into a sea, boundless, and above the myriad worlds lies the True Universe and Different Dimensions, interwoven.

The old heavenly master licked his lips, unable to see through the monk before him, each attempt at peering resulted in a sense of heart-pounding.

He licked his lips, clasped his hands together, and said:

"I am Zhang Tianling, I once encountered a being from the Upper Realm—He too stepped upon the Star Sea, from outside the realm, much like you."

Zhang Fusheng wasn’t surprised, in the vast void of infinite worlds, although the limit is far less than that of the True Universe and Different Dimensions,

It’s still capable of nurturing Venerates and even Great Powers.

This world may be a mere grain of sand, but it’s exceptionally large, noticeable and even entered by powerful beings from other True Universes and Different Dimensions, which is normal.

However, it seems that beings born in the lower realms cannot directly reach the Upper Realm, not even the Great Powers.

It’s extremely difficult even to step out of their own world.

The old heavenly master asked solemnly at this moment:

"For what purpose have you come?"

Zhang Fusheng was full of interest, saying:

"I came to your Dragon Tiger Mountain to learn about the four Outer Gods."

Master Zhang felt a chill in his heart, after a moment of silence, he still shared what he knew.

"The four Outer Gods, the Weaver, the Furious One, the Eternal, the Merry Woe..."

He carefully explained, and Zhang Fusheng listened carefully.

The more he listened, the more alarmed he became.

The four Outer Gods each mastered a kind of authority or power, like the Weaver’s mastery over the human heart, knowledge, and strategy,

or the Furious One’s absolute dominion in the realm of war and slaughter...

This far exceeds the boundaries of Venerates.

No, even Great Powers, Great Divine Power Users, and even True Saints, Celestial Venerates should not possess such power.

Zhang Fusheng, extremely perceptive, immediately realized these four gods might control something related to the old world...

He thought of the unknown on Earth that made him uneasy.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Fusheng looked again at this old heavenly master, his gaze with an exploratory and inquisitive tone:

"The four Outer Gods you mentioned, traversing the Star Sea, why fix their gaze on such a small planet?"

Master Zhang revealed a bitter smile:

"This... I don’t know either."

"You don’t know?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, this old fellow is probably lying, but it doesn’t matter, I have time.

Upon entering this universe, Zhang Fusheng had already discovered that this universe’s ’Position’ is far inferior to the True Universe and Different Dimensions,

Evidently, it’s that this universe is very fragile.

In other words, in the True Universe, only a Celestial Human has the power to shatter a star,

But here?

Perhaps even a Grandmaster level being could shatter a star,

The Venerate, who in their original realm could only stir up a storm in a stellar system with all their might, here,

Could undermine the structure of the universe with a single thought, obliterating an expanse of the Star Sea encompassing countless galaxies.

As for Zhang Fusheng.

In the True Universe, even with all his might, he could only enlighten beings within a thousand miles,

But here, his Brahma Sound accompanying Bodhi thoughts could echo throughout the entire universe,

In other words, he has the power to forcefully enlighten this entire universe—but it’s not worthwhile.

After all, he came here to transform the Great Saint Spirits, enlightening the beings here doesn’t help him at all,

Besides, in this universe, on this Earth, there are things that alert his Spiritual Sense...

As he pondered over it, Zhang Fusheng waved his hand, kindly saying:

"Those four little ones are hiding very well, indeed, they have some skills, but even I can only sense their presence, unable to trace them."

"If you have any news, notify me immediately."

Upon hearing this, the old heavenly master nodded cautiously, gazing at this mysterious being from the Upper Realm:

"How should I notify you?"

"Any way you like, sound travels in eight directions, shake the Celestial Vault, make some noise."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, turning around, and walked out of the heavenly master’s hall.

The old heavenly master watched him.

After confirming that this mysterious being had truly left, the old heavenly master exhaled a stale breath, quietly activating the formation within the heavenly master’s hall, isolating the inside and outside,

After several checks without error,

He began to move his fingers, projecting three phantoms in the void before him.

One covered in blood, skin bright red, sitting on a bronze throne, with endless skulls piled into a mountain behind,

Another like a rotting giant corpse, bloated, enormous, with pus oozing from its entire body,

The last non-human being, exuding a seductive aura, neither male nor female, carrying the unique charm of both genders,

It is not of desire, but more like the ’emptiness’ resulting from the collapse of all meaning following sensory stimulation mechanisms.

The three terrifying projections opened their eyes,

The rotting Eternal spoke in a low voice:

"Weaver, Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes... you called us, what is your intention?"