The old Celestial Master spoke in a deep voice:

"Once again, a being from the upper world has entered. This time, the newcomer is no ordinary entity. I can’t see through him clearly and dared not act rashly."

The Wrathful One sneered:

"As expected, just a useless fool who hides in the shadows and plays tricks! Where is this outsider? Tell me, and I’ll tear him apart!"

The old Celestial Master snorted and ignored the Wrathful One, instead looking towards the Immortal and the Joyous One:

"The one who has arrived this time is truly out of the ordinary. It may not be as easy as before to trap and kill him."

The Joyous One fluttered her alluring eyes, stretched lazily, as a divine aura manifested beside her, like the light and shadow converging all ultimate beauty,

She spoke enchantingly:

"A powerful outsider... How about luring him to Father God’s location and having him devoured by Father God?"

The old Celestial Master still shook his head:

"This fellow’s spiritual sense is exceedingly keen. I have a premonition that if I plan against him, he will inevitably sense and catch on to it."

After a pause, the old Celestial Master gently exhaled:

"Moreover, with this fellow’s strength, I fear even the four of us combined wouldn’t be his match...."

The projections of the three deities frowned slightly. The Wrathful One spoke in a low voice, emitting a clanging sound like clashing metallic weapons:

"Then what do you suggest? Among the four of us, you are the most cunning, the most shameless. You always have some lowly idea."

The old Celestial Master rolled his eyes in exasperation:

"Wrathful, can’t you speak properly?"

The Wrathful One grumbled:

"How else do you want me to speak properly? When the outsider came last time, we joined forces to besiege him, I paid the heaviest price, but what was the result?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. In the illusory projection, countless phantasms of weapons appeared and clashed, with echoes of war reverberating.

The Wrathful One snorted:

"The result was that you stole the greatest benefit, stole that thing called Celestial Position, and ran to Father God’s place of slumber to play at being some Celestial Master... Bah!"

The old Celestial Master’s expression turned difficult to look at:

"Wrathful, if not for me, with your pig brain, you would have long been slaughtered by the endless oncoming outsiders. Now you blame me for taking more?"

As the dispute between the two intensified, the Immortal, covered in wriggling maggots, spoke leisurely:

"Alright, alright, stop arguing..."

The Immortal belched and continued:

"Let’s deal with the outsider first. Since the Weaver said even the four of us together may not be his match, in the end, there’s only that one way left."

"Lure him to Father God’s presence..."

The old Celestial Master gave the Wrathful One a fierce glare, then stopped looking at him, spoke in a deep voice:

"Difficult!"

"There will always be a way, won’t there?" The Joyous One yawned, licked her lips:

"How about... I go see him, try to make him fall into pleasure?"

"If you want to die, go ahead." The old Celestial Master said unceremoniously: "This guy is not like the last outsider, not so easy to tempt."

The Joyous One pouted and suddenly seemed to remember something, asked:

"By the way, where is the last outsider?"

"Her, I lured her soul for rebirth. Now she thinks she is my disciple... I sent her to Father God’s location."

With that, the old Celestial Master tiredly rubbed his brow:

"I still need to think carefully about how to deal with this troublesome fellow....."

.........

Far away.

Zhang Fusheng sat quietly in a small alley, his thoughts submerged within the Divine Realm, rested at the Gate of the Past in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

He was peering through the gate crack, observing the scene within the Gate of the Past—ever since his Ascension to God,

when looking back at himself, his perspective could be raised to reach thousands of miles.

Thus.

Every conversation in a certain Celestial Master’s hall was clearly seen and heard by him.

"More interesting."

Zhang Fusheng murmured expressionlessly, rubbing his chin:

"This old Celestial Master—this Weaver, the Celestial Position he is sitting on seems to be the Celestial Master Celestial Position, probably from the great Celestial Master Zhang Daoling of the old world, the patriarch of Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"Quite a disguise indeed, if not for the Gate of the Past, even I would have been deceived."

As Zhang Fusheng murmured, his gaze grew deeper, a slight smile appearing on his face.

This world, this universe, is more complex than imagined.

The four Venerates wielding certain great Authority, and above them... Father God?

"So, what is this Father God?"

"Could it be what makes me uneasy?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted his eyes, but remained unconcerned—this was just his True Spirit form.

Even if it perishes, there still remains half of his True Spirit anchored in a Different Dimension,

by then, with some time, he can still reassemble his True Spirit anchored in the cosmic void.

As long as both True Spirit forms do not perish simultaneously, he remains unscathed.

Thinking this, Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts returned to the outside world, rising from the alley, murmuring to himself:

"Let me see what on earth is going on..."

.........

On the flight to the Land of Great Treasure.

Zhang Xuelan and her junior disciple each sat in the first-class seats, both resting with eyes closed.

Time passed bit by bit and the plane began to slowly descend—the Land of Great Treasure, arrived.

"Wake up."

Zhang Xuelan shook her junior disciple awake, and after the plane taxied to a stop on the runway, she stood up,

Neither of them brought luggage, and they walked straight to the cabin door, quietly waiting for it to open.

"The Land of Great Treasure... I’ve heard there’s a very grand Buddha palace, we must take a look."

The junior disciple said with a cheerful smile:

"Senior sister, why do you think Master asked us to find that thing, but didn’t tell us exactly where to look?"

Zhang Xuelan shrugged her shoulders: