Secret Buyer

Chapter 581 - 353: After Douluo Palace, Yuanshi Lectures! (1/2)

All things are void, and the methods like the Pangu Banner are innately contained—yet looking back, there was nothing behind.

The two black-robed figures worshiped none other than himself.

Zhang Fusheng turned around, gazing at the two figures, and spoke in a low voice:

"Do you call me Sect Hierarch?"

The black-robed figures replied woodenly:

"Yes, Sect Hierarch."

Shen Baobao, standing aside, was somewhat bewildered, not understanding the current situation,

while Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows, his gaze flowing over the two black-robed figures:

"Remove your black robes."

He said so.

The black-robed figures actually complied, taking off their black robes that could block mental probing, revealing their true forms—

which were two skeletons.

Two skeletons that had died long ago, with only a small amount of flesh remaining.

Judging by their ancient aura, they had died over ten thousand years ago!

Is this... grim skeletons?

Zhang Fusheng was stunned, instantly recognizing the origin of the two skeletons, which were transformed through the Grim White Bone Observation—or rather, the Hell Observation!

But these absolutely could not be his own grim skeletons.

The age of these two skeletons must be at least over ten thousand years!

Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes, puzzled, and immediately asked:

"Why do you call me Sect Hierarch?"

While asking, he did not forget to use the Taiyi Chapter to try to trace back the past of the two grim skeletons—but saw nothing.

The cause and effect of these skeletons were all disordered and chaotic.

"Sect Hierarch... is Sect Hierarch."

The skeletons spoke stiffly, although they all possessed cultivation at the level of great power, their intelligence was clearly incomplete.

Zhang Fusheng found all this even more bizarre.

He furrowed his brow and asked again:

"What kind of Sect Hierarch am I?"

"Sect Hierarch... is Sect Hierarch," the skeletons woodenly repeated.

Clearly, nothing more could be asked from them.

Zhang Fusheng then looked at Shen Baobao, not bothering to ask, and directly traced the cause and effect on Shen Baobao,

vaguely able to trace back the reason why the two skeletons accompanied Shen Baobao—because of an old man.

But something even more bizarre happened.

The cause and effect on that old man were also disordered and chaotic, unable to be traced back, nor could his appearance be clearly seen.

Zhang Fusheng knitted his brows and asked:

"Who sent these two guys?"

Shen Baobao quickly replied:

"It was the director!"

"Director?"

"Yes, after the front research station of this ancient ruins was established, the director came. I don’t know the director’s exact origin, only that his surname is Zhang, named Zhang Xunzhu."

After a pause, Shen Baobao seemed to suddenly remember something, adding:

"Oh right, I heard Director Zhang comes from the Ten Hopes Family, of the Zhang Family."

Zhang Fusheng’s puzzlement deepened.

The Zhang Family of the Ten Hopes?

He thought of the Zhang Clan he had seen that day, led by a prodigious woman, with an air of nobility,

He had sensed at the time that the cause and effect surrounding the Zhang Clan were very vague and seemed to have some subtle connection to himself.

Strange.

Too strange.

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts raced, while cautiously observing the two great-powered skeletons kneeling on one knee, he stepped forward, carefully observing the furnace.

Is this the legendary Eight Trigrams Furnace?

Zhang Fusheng circled the Eight Trigrams Furnace, attempting to penetrate it with his mind, but as soon as he got close, he was burned by the scorching furnace body!

This furnace, I’m afraid I cannot move it. Even if Grandmaster Xundu is really refined within, it’s hard to communicate.

Zhang Fusheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, scanning the deep darkness around,

after pondering for a while, he lifted his foot and walked toward the back of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

This place’s eerie darkness was such that even he couldn’t see through it, only by moving forward could he clearly see the surroundings.

Thus, after walking dozens of steps, in front of him no longer stretched an endless abyss,

but appeared a somewhat familiar meditation mat, and behind it a more familiar white jade wall, with a giant circular groove on the wall.

Zhang Fusheng: ???

Isn’t this the Eight Sceneries Palace?

Stunned, he followed his memory of the Eight Sceneries Palace, striding through the darkness, until he actually reached the back hall!

As soon as he entered the rear palace, it was suddenly open and clear, with all the deep gloom dispelled.

It was a cyan lamp hanging high in the rear palace that drove away all the deep darkness.

Zhang Fusheng silently surveyed the scenery of the rear palace, his spine slightly chilled.

Identical.

It was identical to the illusionary Eight Sceneries Palace in his Divine Realm.

Inside the rear palace, there stood three large doors: one marked the past, one the present, and one the future,

In front of the doors was a quiet room, with a desk, a meditation mat, and three cups of tea, but no Supreme Treasure,

And when Zhang Fusheng walked forward, looking through the gap in the middle door, gazing behind it,

What he saw was precisely identical to what he had seen in the illusionary Eight Sceneries Palace!

The same quiet room, the same desk, the same meditation mat, the same Xuanhuang Tower and Cyan Wave Sword—only the Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi was missing.

The Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi was in his own hand.

Zhang Fusheng stepped back two steps, the chill in his heart growing stronger.

"What exactly is going on..."

He murmured, somewhat frightened, truly unable to understand the current situation.

"The illusionary Eight Sceneries Palace and the real Douluo Palace are identical, both have three doors, and beyond the Now Gate is the same quiet room...."

"But that quiet room is also the rear palace of the Jade Void Palace?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, reaching out his hand, trying to push the Now Gate in the Douluo Palace.

The door was then pushed open.

"So... behind this, is it the Jade Void Palace?"

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips, just preparing to stride in, when his body suddenly froze.

As the door opened, the front, or rather in the front palace, was filled with the sound of gentle and melodious preaching.

"In the Taiyi Chapter, Cause and Effect Parallel, Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect, and All Things are Void are the best to cultivate."

"However, when it comes to the fourth form of Inverting Cause and Effect, it becomes very difficult. If you can master this form, your understanding of cause and effect would be second only to mine."

A middle-aged man’s voice came from the front palace.

Zhang Fusheng gulped—there was someone.

In the next moment, he heard another voice sound.

"Master, the Taiyi Chapter is truly profound beyond measure... The final form of the Taiyi Chapter is the Cause of All Results. If we cultivate it, doesn’t it mean we would be rivaling your position?"

Another voice sounded, this time somewhat familiar:

"Brother Cihang, you make it sound so easy, but the fifth form of the Taiyi Chapter is not something that can be easily cultivated."

"Brother Guangcheng, you are mistaken. One must dare to imagine before attempting...."

"Hehe, I think both of you are wrong. In my opinion, the Taiyi Chapter is overly complex to cultivate, better to honestly practice the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, don’t you think?"

A series of noisy voices reverberated from the front palace.

Zhang Fusheng’s suspended foot dared not fall further.

His heart pounded like a muffled drum, unsure if stepping forward into the quiet room and beyond the door,

would mean...

Arriving at the [Primordial Era], arriving in the [Old World]?

Indeed.

Zhang Fusheng was now certain.

Behind the Now Gate was indeed the Jade Void Palace, but it seemed it was not the current Jade Void Palace!

At this moment in the Jade Void Palace, preaching is evidently taking place—who is preaching?

Primordial Celestial Venerable!

Who is listening?

The Twelve Immortals!

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, silently retracting his suspended foot, and swiftly shut the Now Gate,

sweat slid down from his forehead, then evaporated!

"Strange, strange..."

Zhang Fusheng panted slightly, all this already exceeded his understanding, completely unable to fathom what was going on!

"Douluo Palace and Eight Sceneries Palace are identical, yet behind the Now Gate it leads to the Old World?"

Zhang Fusheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

And those two eerie, bizarre Grim Skeletons calling themselves Sect Hierarch... yes, Grim Skeletons!

He shuddered, as if an idea struck him, immediately turning and striding forward, and within moments, he returned to the front palace of Douluo Palace,

Zhang Fusheng stepped over the meditation mat, retracing his steps along the dark path, and after a few dozen steps, he reached the Eight Trigrams Furnace!

At this moment, Shen Baobao shrank her neck, quietly waiting at the side, while the two Grim Skeletons still knelt on one knee, motionless.

"Rise!"

A voice as loud as thunder resounded, the two Grim Skeletons woodenly rose, Shen Baobao instinctively looked up,

she saw, the ancestor walking over surrounded by fiery clouds, his hand unknowingly holding a large mirror high.

The large mirror shone upon the two Grim Skeletons.

The Haotian Mirror, reflecting the past, cause and effect, fate, everything.

The large mirror emitted light.