Chapter 538: Chapter 340: Supreme, I’m Here to Make Demands!
"What is this supposed to be?"
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, suddenly with a bitter smile:
"Have I become a public pawn? Does everyone want to draw something on me?"
"Is it because of the Contract?"
He lowered his eyelids, his state of mind oscillating between solidity and chaos, cracking at times, seemingly chaotic and destructive, yet glowing and clear in the next moment, repeating in this cycle.
And then.
In an unknown passage of time.
Suddenly, Zhang Fusheng calmed his heart, steadied his thoughts, and focused his mind.
"Thinking too much is pointless."
He muttered to himself, clearly realizing one thing — the Supreme entities, it seems, ’have desires concerning him.’
Or rather, he possesses something they want.
"Don’t trust any Supreme."
"Borrow their power, leverage their strength to forge my path, to fulfill my destiny."
Zhang Fusheng whispered in his heart, gazing at the Eight Sceneries Palace, and then again at the hidden dark aspect of the Divine Realm, where the Chaos Clock resides.
He pondered, stepping into the Eight Sceneries Palace, standing before the meditation mat.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and in his hand, the Divination Cups appeared, held in his palms as he softly spoke within the quiet deepness.
"Zhang Fusheng, seeks—Taoist Friend Taiqing."
He addressed him as a friend, no longer lowering his head, his words conveyed asking, yet his tone carried no humility.
After a pause, Zhang Fusheng continued:
"Behind the Now Gate, there are the three treasures, three meditation mats, this quiet chamber is both the true Eight Sceneries Palace and simultaneously appears within the Jade Void Palace."
"I wonder if there is a path that allows me to enter?"
"I wonder if Taoist Friend Taiqing could open this portal for me, permitting my entrance?"
Having spoken, Zhang Fusheng threw the Divination Cups nine times — all resulting in yin cups, indicating the Gods do not permit it, Taiqing does not permit it.
Zhang Fusheng’s smile slightly faded, and he spoke again:
"Please, Taoist Friend Taiqing, open that portal for me."
Threw them again nine times, still nine yin cups.
His smile completely dissipated, he stood tall in the Eight Sceneries Palace, raised his head, and for the third time spoke:
"Please, Taoist Friend Taiqing, open this portal for me!"
This was no longer asking, it sounded more like a demand!
Zhang Fusheng no longer held the cups in both hands, instead, he grabbed them with one, extending his arm outward, then flipped his grip, followed by—
"Taiqing—Supreme."
"I am here to make a demand."
Zhang Fusheng whispered calmly, then let go of the cups.
The Divination Cups fell to the ground, rolling into the distant darkness.
.........
Time trickled away bit by bit, Sima Shi and Zhuge Yuyi were filled with increasing anxiety,
The Taiping Daoist Lord cautiously observed the one in mysterious black clothing with a copper mask before him; he didn’t know what the other was doing,
But he was very aware that his fate lay in the hands of the other, waiting for him to open his eyes again.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes.
The Taiping Daoist Lord’s heart grew heavier, what is this enigmatic person in black doing?
Simply closing his eyes to rest?
Or using this to threaten him?
He was uneasy, having indeed confessed everything he knew honestly, without an ounce of deceit,
The greatest worry now was being killed by this mysterious figure, unable to fulfill the tasks entrusted by the Supreme...
So, does this person have any enmity with the Supreme in his true form of the old world?
Likely, he does.
The Taiping Daoist Lord understood clearly; the Supreme stands opposed to the myriad of Immortals and Buddhas, therefore, the person before him, with his remarkable position in the old world, should definitely be one of those Immortals and Buddhas.
Time passed, passed.
When Zhuge Si slowly regained consciousness.
The Taiping Daoist Lord seemed to sense something, suddenly looking up to see the person in mysterious black garb with a copper mask abruptly open his eyes.
He was laughing, laughing heartily, so much that tears and snot were running down his face!!
Zhuge Yuyi was stunned, Sima Shi’s heart chilled, and the just-awakened Zhuge Si was full of confusion,
As for the Taiping Daoist Lord.
He was shocked and confused, so he cautiously asked:
"May I know what senior finds so amusing?"
The laughing man in mysterious black garb and copper mask did not answer, he merely spread his hand.
"Divination Cups?"
The Taiping Daoist Lord wondered, staring at the horror-filled being calmly holding the Divination Cups, which presented both the yin and yang aspect simultaneously.
Yin and yang together represented the Holy Grail, signifying—Divine approval.
"What does this mean?"
The Taiping Daoist Lord softly inquired.
The one in the black garb and copper mask, Zhang Fusheng, lowered his eyelids, gazing at the final throw’s ’Holy Grail Sign.’
Mockery flickered in his gaze as he spoke lightly:
"Nothing much, just discovered that it’s not only me who needs to conform to them."
"Sometimes... they too have to conform to me."
Zhang Fusheng wiped the tears of laughter from his cheeks, his smile half-frozen, half-stiff, resembling both crying and laughing, with a touch of ferocity flashing.\p>
For a long time, a long time.
He slowly stood up, gazing at the Divination Cups in his hand, gazing at the yin and yang Holy Grail Sign in his hand.
His eyes flickered with a keen glint, as he enunciated every word:
"It turns out, they also need to conform to me."
"I have needs from them—they also have needs from me!"
"Ha! Hahaha!!"
He laughed, laughed heartily, and crushed the Divination Cups in his hand.
