Chapter 667: Chapter 387: Devouring the Saint’s Path, The Thatched Hut Still Remains
Time folds in, years shift,
The flow of time suddenly freezes, even the strands of Dao rhythm in the world still at this moment.
Zhang Fusheng clearly felt his memory of the hundredth lifetime become unprecedentedly clear,
as if it has been wiped clean of millennia of dust, every fragment vivid as yesterday, within reach.
From his youth, with a three-foot Qingfeng sword at his waist, traversing mountains and waters to roam the world,
To withdrawing resolutely at the age of thirty,
And then the little things on that mountain, the simple wooden cabin, the fields he cultivated by hand, the diligent farming of sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn,
And...that child who loved to follow behind him, with pigtails swinging, calling out "sir" in a childish voice.
The child was no longer a child.
The Daluo has yet to truly achieve everlasting verification, time ancient and modern alike, today confirming the Daluo, even born as an infant is already Daluo,
Let alone the Supreme?
In the memory, the child, possessed an incomprehensible, unimaginable [divine charm] — yet their experiences remained unchanged,
The old gentleman still taught him to hold a pen and recognize words, told him stories of old and modern, guided him and imparted knowledge,
The big and the small still relied on each other for survival, seventeen years from the child’s youthful hair to coming-of-age,
And then on the sickbed the ’old gentleman’ received the courtesy name given by that [Supreme First Teacher]!
The river of time flows eternally, carrying the birth and death, decay and honor of various realms and worlds,
At this very moment, upstream of the flood of celestial time,
The creature sitting on the emperor’s throne suddenly opens its eyes,
Eyes deep as the starry sky or deep sea, gazing a bit downward, the glance penetrates the barrier of billions of years, looking in surprise and uncertainty at a subtle change downstream in the long river.
After all he is the Celestial Emperor, is Yu Huang, the lord of the Celestial Court at its center, the Supreme Emperor of the Three Realms Six Paths,
Though his true self is shattered, his essence greatly damaged, a mastery that connects heaven and earth diminished,
Yet he reigns over the entire river of time, sensitively aware of the tiniest change in the river of time, almost non-existent,
Naturally.....also capturing the changes in the past of Fellow Daoist Kong.
"Is it the plan of the Supreme First Teacher?"
The Celestial Emperor murmurs, voice as resonant as a bell, surging through the universe, eyes flooded with an intense clarity,
Amidst clarity, the cycles of life and death in all realms, the cause and effect fabric of ancient and future unfolds, he quietly observes, discerning the mysteries of eternity——
Now, only he can achieve this.
The other Supremes, even those occupying past time space, wielding the innate Dao lineage [Primordial Celestial Venerate], or those on Ling Mountain Pure Land, attaining the Supreme Fruit Position [Past Majestic Buddha],
They cannot altogether control the past, cannot fully discern the ripples of the river of time, nor capture this slightest change,
All because the Celestial Emperor suppresses above.
The creature upstream, its gaze penetrates the eternity of time, sees clearly the mountain called Nizhong,
Sees the ’old gentleman’ dressed in coarse clothes, hair and beard white,
Sees the twenty-year-old Supreme First Teacher personally setting up a blue stone tablet for the ’old gentleman’.
"The tomb of Zhang Fusheng...."
The Celestial Emperor stares at the inscription on the tombstone, his eyelid involuntarily twitching, where did Fellow Daoist Fusheng gain such a skill??
Quite astonishing, indeed able to pry open the past of the Supreme First Teacher, such a feat even the Emperor must take note.
"Why would the Supreme First Teacher allow Fellow Daoist Fusheng to interfere with his past?"
The Celestial Emperor rises from the emperor’s throne, the Emperor’s Robe flapping loudly, standing in the magnificent Imperial Palace,
His face displaying incredulity, eyes wide, two beams of brilliant divine light shooting out, piercing through ancient and future, attempting to find that hidden mystery from the clues on the river of time——and indeed he finds something.
"Wrong."
The Celestial Emperor murmurs to himself, gaze becoming sharper:
"The change in the past is not gradual, it’s instantaneous, like the original decades of time were erased in an instant, replaced in whole."
"This is not the work of Fellow Daoist Fusheng."
"This is Wa’s method, a history of illusion..."
The Celestial Emperor’s expression turns pensive, a sweep of understanding crossing his brow, reflective:
"Fellow Daoist Wa seems to have given Fellow Daoist Fusheng a tremendous gift...well then, I will help you complete a portion, lest other old fellows uncover the mystery."
As the voice falls.
The Celestial Emperor’s gaze once again turns to the depths of the past, towards the originally ordinary, unremarkable mountain peak.
This mountain was once a common peak in the mortal realm, rugged and sparse in vegetation,
But after [Kong Qiu] attains the Dao and acquires the Supreme Fruit Position, named [Supreme First Teacher],
Nizhong Mountain ’ascended’ with it, the entire mountain gradually turning to jade, myriad rays of light, thousands of auspicious qi, with earth’s truth manifest, revealing eighty-four thousand paths visible to the eye,
The Celestial Emperor personally reaches out, supreme power to suppress time flows at his fingertips, points from afar towards the blue stone tablet on the Divine Mountain,
The inscription ’Zhang Fusheng’ on the tablet, under the mighty force twists and deforms, turning into a blurred mark, no longer can anyone decipher concretely.
"In this way, it is reliable."
The Celestial Emperor smiles, and then his expression suddenly shifts,
At this moment,
He hears from the uppermost reaches of the river of time, hears the clear voice from the primal chaos of the ancient beginning:
"Fellow Daoist Yu Huang, why interfere in the past?"
Before the words fall, a hand as white as jade comes along the great tide of time,
The Celestial Emperor looks up, slightly arching an eyebrow——Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerate.
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