Chapter 669: Chapter 387: Devouring the Human Path of Saints, The Thatched Hut Remains
The crowd fell into a dead silence.
Also in this silence.
Zhang Fusheng felt the piercing killing intent, yet his smile grew wider,
He calmly spoke:
"Since you all cultivate the Path of Saints, since you all inherit the Celestial Positions of the seventy-two saints... then, when you see me, why not bow with respect?"
The light voice spread out,
Approaching the level of Sub-Saint, the elderly man holding the Restored Saint Celestial Position raised his eyebrows,
He beckoned, and the majestic Path of Saints above became even more intense,
The vast and gloomy Netherworld, under the illumination of the Path of Saints, surprisingly showed signs of transforming into a Confucian Holy Land!
The inverted world pressed lower like a tiger, as the Buzhou Celestial Pillar sank into the mud.
Yet, Zhang Fusheng’s smile did not diminish in the slightest.
The more the Path of Saints flourishes, the more it enhances himself...
Having the cause and effect of enlightening "Kong Qiu", being partly a cause for the birth of the Path of Saints,
In a certain sense,
As long as that Supreme Saint master does not personally negate these causes and effects,
Zhang Fusheng has near-complete control over the Path of Saints!
Cause and effect, sometimes can breed authority—a precise reason why various Supremes impose multiple causes and effects on all beings.
"Restored Saint Celestial Position, Ritual Saint Celestial Position, Countable Saint Celestial Position..."
Zhang Fusheng glances around, softly utters a word:
"Seize."
The next instant, five saints simultaneously changed color, clearly perceiving their seated Celestial Positions trembling, irreversibly peeling away!!
The seventy-two saints under the seat of the Supreme Saint, are also encompassed within the Path of Saints, and the authority symbolized by these Celestial Positions comes from the Path of Saints!
"Suppress!"
The elderly man seated on the Restored Saint Celestial Position shouted, holding up both hands, the heavenly Path of Saints became even more radiant,
He tried to forcibly suppress the Celestial Position’s turbulence, but achieved nothing!
The Celestial Position was about to drift away!
"Your method is truly impressive... please, Divine Mountain!"
The old saint shouted in violence, as the Path of Saints expanded frantically, almost obscuring the entire Celestial Vault of the Netherworld—only avoiding the directions of the Central Extreme Imperial City and Nine Nether Stronghold!
Even the inverted world had paled under the blazing light of the Path of Saints!
’Boom!’
The inverted world shook.
"This old geezer... has he gone mad?!"
The True Gods crowded at the peak of the Celestial Pillar scrambled to dodge, even several beings standing at the Celestial Venerate, Buddha levels also moved aside!
It was at this moment,
In the depths of the Different Dimension, a tall mountain rose, forcibly descending along the Celestial Pillar!
’Boom!’
Thunderous sounds rolled like tides, the Divine Mountain had arrived at the Netherworld.
Zhang Fusheng looked up, his eyes widely opened.
He recognized this mountain.
The mountain resembled green jade, the peak manifested eighty-four thousand paths, distinct, condensed into stone, grass, wood, flowers...
Every item, every substance is a path.
This was clearly the unknown Divine Mountain he had anchored previously!
He even saw the large bluestone manifesting the "Primordial Path" atop the mountain!
Yet,
This wasn’t all.
Zhang Fusheng also saw, halfway up this Divine Mountain, a cottage that shouldn’t exist, several fields, and a small mound.
The name on the bluestone tombstone in front of the mound was very blurry, unreadable, but the two words "Kong Qiu" were incredibly clear.
"So that’s how it is." Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized.
"Suppress, go!" The old saint shrieked, with the other four saints, lifting the Divine Mountain, smashing it down!
The earth and heavens shook, the Divine Mountain rolled down, but suddenly stopped above the young man’s head, motionless.
"Come, come, come."
The young man called out thrice,
Under all the bewildered gazes, the Confucian Path Divine Mountain gently landed in the young man’s palm.
Also at this moment.
The young man lifted his head, gently inhaled.
The blazing Path of Saints covering the entire Netherworld poured down, got swallowed into his stomach.
The True Gods eager to descend quietly halted their actions.
"Hiccup~"
Zhang Fusheng held the Divine Mountain with one hand, patted his belly with the other, and let out a satisfied burp, exhaling dazzling celestial light.
"Back then, the Supreme Saint master would call me a teacher too."
He stroked the Divine Mountain, calmly pointed to the little mound halfway up:
"Speaking of which, this was also the tomb Kong Qiu set up for me... countless years have passed in a blink."
The five saints had long lost their voices in shock, those five Celestial Positions had completely peeled away, floating gently behind the young man.
The Netherworld fell into a dead silence.
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