Chapter 1121: Chapter 530: Mr. Xiao’s Body Was Taken by a Bull
Upon entering the Imperial Palace, Zhang Ze found these people seriously lacking creativity.
He wondered if it was dementia in old age, or a love for writing one’s own epitaph early, because Zhang Ze noticed this group of Old Ascenders really loved writing and carving things on walls.
Whether it was the Secret Realm they hand-crafted or their own secret chambers, they always had to leave something behind, afraid intruders would get confused.
The mean ones would write riddles on the walls which may or may not be useful but would certainly leave people scratching their heads.
Those who were more introverted would write acrostic poems on the walls, embedding their cultivation insights within.
The Jianghu cultivation routes such as "xx Treasure Map" and "xx Enlightenment Map" mostly spread this way.
However, regardless of the result or form, the masters who left behind such information frescoes actually had only one purpose.
To show off.
For instance, the first hall after entering the Imperial Palace, all its interior facilities were basically dismantled, even the columns were gone, leaving only the walls in the hall.
On the walls was painted Mr. Xiao’s Ascension Picture.
Looking up, the palace dome’s center shone bright in daylight, surrounded by stars and a sea of clouds, and between those stars and clouds floated countless little people.
Each little person looked different as if each represented a Dharma Method, and they had different colors too, some vibrant and vivid, while others were dull gray, lacking detail, or only colored on half of their bodies.
"What’s this for? Little people holding a conference?" Li asked, looking up.
"I reckon this should be Xiao Jing’s progress in gathering the Source of Ten Thousand Laws..." Zhang Ze guessed.
"The Source of Ten Thousand Laws shattered once back then, and shattered again on its return to the Holy Land, gathering them all must be quite a hassle.
"Just like our Thousand Mechanism Pavilion’s hacks, if you want to cut down on costs, just cut out that decimal point behind."
"Ha, luckily he hasn’t cut everything yet." Li twisted her neck, no longer interested in the mural.
Now she only wanted to get everything done quickly and go home.
Li was getting a bit sleepy.
But Zhang Ze didn’t move, because he somehow felt something was off, that the mural didn’t look right, as if a part was missing, very discordant.
The Source of Ten Thousand Laws, though it has "ten thousand" in its name, doesn’t actually consist of exactly ten thousand primitive Dharma Methods. It simply represents an extreme number. Neither Zhang Ze nor Fuji knew exactly how many, as they had never counted.
"You’re not wrong, one is indeed missing." As Zhang Ze was about to count, Fuji’s voice suddenly echoed like a ghost behind him.
Zhang Ze turned around but couldn’t see where Fuji was.
"I’m to your right," Fuji said.
She had just attached a [New Little Talisman] to the Sword Spirit she was possessing, shrinking the Sword Spirit by dozens of sizes.
After folding, it looked like a golden urn.
"How do you know one is missing?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.
Fuji replied, "Because the missing one was hidden by me."
Zhang Ze asked, "Hmm? Where? Where did you hide it?"
A pale blue little hand emerged from the urn, pointing at Zhang Ze.
"I hid it on you!" Fuji said proudly.
Zhang Ze, "On me?"
Fuji, "Exactly, before I completely hung up, I asked if you had any wishes. You told me you didn’t want to see more conflicts arise in the world, that you wished for peace and tranquility, especially hoping the Demon Race would behave."
Zhang Ze, "So you..."
Fuji, "At that time, I had traveled quite a bit across the continent with you and seen a lot. In my view, your wish was pure fantasy, utterly impossible to achieve.
"So I wanted you to change to something easier, but before I could finish, you hung up, leaving only a wisp of residual spirit clinging to the statue, ready to dissipate at any moment."
Fuji added with a sigh, "At that moment, I wanted to leave some burial items for you. In case you had another life, perhaps you could make use of them.
"But choosing those burial items wasn’t easy.
"You already had fame, couldn’t spend money, and building a tomb would ultimately be excavated, so I took the liberty of taking something from the Source of Ten Thousand Laws and from myself, sticking them onto your residual soul."
Zhang Ze, "?"
He looked around but didn’t find mushrooms growing on him, nor any mucus oozing out.
"What did you put into my Divine Soul," Zhang Ze asked.
Fuji, "A shard of the Source of Ten Thousand Laws. As for the specific Dharma Method, I can’t say, but if I had to, maybe ’Assimilation’.
"Because I thought, if everyone in the world were like you, then perhaps there really could be peace."
Zhang Ze, "?"
...
Meanwhile, in the Northern Territory.
The great affairs of the Central Continent hadn’t affected the Demon Race, and given their Earth Sea’s sensitive nature, they weren’t suited to go help over there anyway.
Not adding to the chaos was the greatest help they could offer.
Thus, having nothing better to do, they began infrastructure projects on the Icefield of the Northern Territory, just like the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
Currently, it’s the first phase of the project. They are researching how to create an open-air tropical rainforest on the coldest glacier of the Northern Territory, and then hollow out the nearby ice mountains, artificially fill them, creating a smoking ice volcano.
Why do such a thing when they’re full? No other reason but to give their new friends, those giant dinosaurs from the Mountain and Sea, a new home.
Because they’re responsible for teaching those giant dinosaurs the art of Transformation, they now have close interactions. But the Northern Territory is too cold, unbearable for those giant dinosaurs accustomed to warm climates.
So Great Demon Venerate Sister Wang and Yuqing brainstormed and came up with this idea.
