Secret Buyer

Chapter 560 - 345: Daluo Bows in Respect, Now I Return from Prison (Part 4)

Zhang Fusheng quietly listened to the Celestial Emperor, his face suddenly showing concentration:

"I just heard Fellow Daoist Yu Huang say that precisely because this person severed the past, they cannot achieve Perfection, thus unable to attain the Supreme."

"Is the flaw in the technique of One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones truly so significant?"

He was alarmed because he too utilized this technique, severing out the Central Pole Sect Leader.

The upstream being shook their head:

"Under normal circumstances, there is naturally no such flaw, but what Xuandu and Xuanclean severed was not the path of the self."

"What they severed was their own past — how can the past and present be divided?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fusheng sighed in relief.

After calming his mind slightly, he gazed silently at the ancient being sitting cross-legged with closed eyes and a smiling face, and after a moment of silence, he softly asked:

"So, this Xuandu... no, this Xuanclean, has indeed fallen into Supreme’s trap?"

"Yes."

The upstream being nodded calmly:

"Yes and no. In the original history, the master and apprentice were indeed harmonious, with Xuandu being Supreme’s only disciple."

Zhang Fusheng’s expression shifted slightly:

"And later?"

The upstream being pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Later? A certain Daoist friend set up billions of traps, Supreme took a wrong step, fell into the trap, and had to transform Xuandu from a disciple into a tool, leading to a change in history."

"Thus, we have the present situation."

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded, unable to resist asking:

"What exactly is the game between the Supremes like?"

The upstream being smiled:

"Change, constant change... Let me give you two examples."

After a moment of contemplation, they continued:

"Do you know of Di Jun and Taiyi, Fellow Daoist Fusheng?"

Zhang Fusheng’s expression shifted:

"Of course, I know."

The upstream being nodded and continued the explanation:

"In a long-lasting history, Di Jun was the Central Celestial Emperor, the oldest being, called the heavens, or the old god."

"As for Taiyi, in that history, he was the creator god who opened the heavens, Taiyi produced water, and all things were born."

After a pause, the upstream being smiled:

"Later, in many rounds of games, both Di Jun and Taiyi became losers, and history changed accordingly... Do you know what it became?"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, folding his hands respectfully:

"I wish to hear the details."

The upstream being sighed:

"In the later historical lines, Di Jun became the Demon Celestial Emperor, even becoming brothers with Taiyi, with whom there was originally no connection."

"Di Jun, who was originally the old god, and Taiyi, who was originally the creator god, were demoted to Golden Crows... although the matter of the Demon Celestial Emperor has been erased."

"But until now, they have not returned to their original selves and are still Golden Crows."

Zhang Fusheng listened in shock,

Demon Celestial Emperor, Golden Crow... isn’t this the prehistoric past?"

So, whether it’s Creator Taiyi or Golden Crow Taiyi, they are merely different historical lines of success or failure in the game?"

After losing himself in thought for a long time, Zhang Fusheng sighed:

"No wonder all mythological stories are constantly changing."

The upstream being nodded:

"There is another very typical example that might help you understand the game between the Supremes... Do you know of Wa and Fuxi?"

Zhang Fusheng was invigorated:

"Of course, I know. I wish to hear Fellow Daoist Yu Huang explain."

The upstream being carefully explained:

"Similarly, in very early historical lines that have been buried for many years, both Wa and Fuxi once opened the heavens."

"Later, the two were enemies for a time, contending and gaming against each other, but no matter what, they could not come to a conclusion, so..."

The upstream being smiled:

"Thus, Fellow Daoist Fuxi used a method to disgust Wa once."

Zhang Fusheng, like a curious baby, asked:

"In what disgusting way?"

The Celestial Emperor’s expression was peculiar:

"In one game, Fuxi rewrote history, bringing Wa into the trap, and after the rewriting of history, Fuxi became Wa’s biological brother."

"Facing an old nemesis, yet calling them brother, how could Wa not be infuriated?"

Zhang Fusheng listened, dumbfounded, while the upstream being’s expression grew even more peculiar:

"It’s not over. In her fury, Wa returned Fuxi’s method in kind."

"In another round of the game, Fuxi was defeated, and from a grand god of creation, he was demoted by Wa to the ancestor of the Human Race, head of the Three Sovereigns... it sounds prestigious, but in reality?"

Zhang Fusheng’s mouth twitched:

"The ancestor of the Human Race, head of the Three Sovereigns, but Wa is the true source of the Human Race, the mother of all humanity..."

"That’s correct."

The upstream being shrugged:

"As you see, Fuxi has transformed from Wa’s brother to Wa’s son—it doesn’t affect him much, just a loss of face."

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, suddenly feeling that the behavior of the Supreme seemed somewhat frivolous, yet he was abruptly shocked.

He murmured:

"All history, all past, all causes and effects are merely ’tools,’ also sheets of paper that can be rewritten at any time..."

The upstream being slightly nodded, solemnly saying:

"This is a glimpse of the games and confrontations among the Supremes."

Zhang Fusheng was lost in thought,

[Heavenly Di Jun], [Creator Taiyi], later becoming brothers, becoming Golden Crows;

as well as Wa Emperor and Fuxi, from adversaries to siblings, then to mother and son in a certain sense...

He couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart.

Silence, silence.

Not knowing how much time had passed, it seemed very long, yet also like just a moment.

Zhang Fusheng, feeling something, looked up to see the ancient being slowly opening its eyes.

"I am the Daoist Qingjing."

The gentle voice echoed in this Six Paths Prison, and the ancient being stood up, bowing respectfully to Zhang Fusheng:

"Greetings Fellow Daoist Fusheng, greetings Fellow Daoist Yu Huang."

He paused, looking solemn:

"After years of nightmares, they finally dispersed, achieving purity and returning to freedom."

"Fellow Daoist Fusheng, I owe you a favor, a huge favor."

The Qingjing Daoist then offered Zhang Fusheng a grand salute.

As Zhang Fusheng received it calmly, he softly spoke:

"I shall soon enter Douluo with one body."

"Is there any message you wish me to convey to the Qingjing Daoist in the Eight Trigrams Furnace?"

Qingjing looked up in astonishment, the upstream being also narrowed its eyes. After a moment, Qingjing respectfully replied:

"In such a case..."

"A favor not yet repaid, and now another immense favor is owed."

A smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng’s face.

"Thus is the burden of cause and effect."

.........

Testing ground.

Divine nails from heaven.

The assistant director of the Six Paths Department, a Great Divine Power User, uttered merely "fall."

And divine nails appeared from the void, carrying decrees of [Suffering], [Pain], [Torment], [Nonexistence], [Unattainable],

and brutally pinned into the limbs and bones of the Immortal girl.

She let out a piercing scream, this decree-level pain pierced her soul spirit, even the Nine Virtuous People, blessed by heaven, could not stop it.

Ruan Yutu wept tears of blood, the ten observing disciples, including Zhuge Yuyi, Noble Lady Zhang, Little Dragon Man,

turned away in empathy, even some divine spirits shook their heads and sighed.

The deputy director of the Six Paths Department, who served the chief director in the Six Paths Prison for many years, excelled in punishment.

"Daoist Hu’s methods are truly frightening," the Goddess softly spoke.

"This is just the beginning."

The Great Divine Power User surnamed Hu spoke indifferently:

"There’s more to come."

He executed a series of decrees, driving divine nails symbolizing different punishments into Ruan Yutu’s skin, muscles, bones, and even soul spirit,

Ruan Yutu wailed, fainting countless times to no avail—the soul spirit’s agony couldn’t be erased by unconsciousness.

The body could faint, but the soul spirit remained perpetually awake.

"Who is this called Daoist Venerable, what is their origin, where did they go?"

The Great Divine Power User asked casually.

Ruan Yutu only whimpered, without uttering a single word.

"Interesting, quite a backbone."

The young man smiled, reached out, and summoned three thousand divine nails from the void, piercing into the girl’s soul spirit one by one,

each divine nail carrying different decrees, each representing the greatest suffering of the human world.

"What is their true name?"

Ruan Yutu did not answer, so another three thousand divine nails were summoned.

"Where is the person at this moment?"

She continued to moan.

The young man frowned, growing furious:

"I ask again, where is the person? Where? Where?"

With three consecutive shouts, nine thousand nails, the girl became a heap of mud, and even the moaning nearly ceased.

Then.

"I am here."

A deep great sound suddenly arose, descending from the sky.