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Chapter 616: Chapter 366: Eight Hundred Thousand Years of Bitter Cultivation, Northern Emperor Surrenders (Part 5)

"Even in this era, Fellow Daoist Fusheng, it is best not to casually refer to that one’s honorific title... just call him Master Yuxu."

After a pause,

He pondered:

"It seems that you might have realized something—yet I must tell you one thing."

"Know, but keep it in your heart, do not speak it out."

"Every spoken word will be known."

Seeing Laojun’s serious expression, Zhang Fusheng felt a chill on his heart, recalling the sensation when he temporarily inhabited the Primordial beginning’s shell,

knowing all things, understanding everything, omniscient.

A passing person leaves a trace, a passing goose leaves a sound.

Words spoken will leave traces in reality that are imperceptible to ordinary beings, even to Daluo,

but the Supreme can perceive them.

With a turn of thought, Zhang Fusheng somewhat understood Laojun’s meaning,

everything can only be understood without saying, cannot be spoken openly, ’

else, although the Supreme cannot gaze upon the "present node," a hundred thousand years from now, when this period becomes the past and is no longer shrouded by the stabilizing stone,

the Supreme will naturally know everything!

Zhang Fusheng saw Laojun pat his chest—meaning, silent understanding.

This was to remind him not to speak of what he knew, such as—the matter of Tai Shang Laojun releasing Sun Wukong from Emei Mountain.

But Yang Erlang spoke it straightly back then?

Zhang Fusheng was puzzled, yet he kept the confusion inside his heart.

He took a deep breath and also patted his chest, giving Tai Shang Laojun a deep look before turning around and leaving.

"Send off Fellow Daoist Fusheng." Tai Shang Laojun performed a courtesy, and likewise returned to the Xuan Huang Tower.

Everything returned to silence, thoughts returned to the Celestial Capital.

Opening his eyes, he was still in the small world he had created, with Lin Dongxi and others still asleep—yet showing signs of waking.

"It is now time to become a Great Divine Power User."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, sensing the changes within him after enduring for eight hundred thousand years, attaining the first tier of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique.

Close to the corporeal body of the Dao!

As he quietly meditated,

Zhang Fusheng suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Someone had come to him.

Not here, but in the Other Shore World, on Other Shore Mountain.

Someone had knocked at the grass cottage on the Other Shore.

In an instant thought, he descended upon the World Venerate’s Dao form, glanced at Wa who was quietly cultivating with closed eyes, and Zhang Fusheng opened the wooden door.

Outside the door was a haggard young girl—Jiang Feiniao.

The Yellow Teeth Old Man, or rather the student of the head of the research institute, when the Yellow Teeth Old Man left, this girl was left at Yin Chang’an until today.

Zhang Fusheng was surprised, but saw Jiang Feiniao bow to him silently and then walked into the cottage, collapsing onto the ground.

She was breathing heavily, sweating like a waterfall, raising her head tremblingly.

From her eyes, Zhang Fusheng saw ancient vicissitudes.

It was the timeless vicissitudes of ages.

This girl... what did she encounter?

In his astonishment.

Zhang Fusheng watched Jiang Feiniao stabilize her breathing, softly speaking:

"World Venerate, I am here to deliver a message."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"From whom?"

Jiang Feiniao breathed again, the ancient essence in her eyes dissipating slightly, she slowly said:

"From Zhongtian North Pole, Emperor Ziwei."

"He said—some matters are difficult to express in words."

"But perhaps, they can be discussed within the Nine Netherworld."

"He said you know how to go to the Nine Netherworld, just within that Yellow Springs River."

Zhang Fusheng’s pupils slightly contracted.

In the Yellow Springs River... Wei Lingzhu?

He narrowed his eyes, questioning why the Northern Emperor wanted to meet him in the Nine Netherworld, and what was it about?

The thought had just arisen,

when Zhang Fusheng heard Jiang Feiniao speak the final sentence:

"The Northern Emperor asked me to convey the last message... he plans to bet on it."

The girl then fainted.

The World-Honored One Buddha frowned deeply, countless thoughts swirling in his mind.