Zhang Xuelan sat in the black sedan, taking out her phone, hesitating whether to dial the number or not,

when her eyes suddenly glanced outside the window, and she paused in surprise.

On the street, a young man in monk’s robes, looking about thirty years old, extremely handsome, was tilting his head, gazing over here.

"What a handsome monk!" the little junior brother sitting beside her exclaimed, then added with a cheeky grin:

"Senior Sister, why are you staring at others? Are you lovestruck?"

Zhang Xuelan withdrew her gaze, giving him a glare:

"Be serious with your mouth. This trip to the Land of Great Treasure might have unforeseen events, I’ve had a bad feeling about it..."

After hesitating for a moment, she said gravely:

"Perhaps you shouldn’t go?"

The little junior brother blinked:

"All the outer gods are held back in the starry sky by Master, what unexpected events could there be? I must go and see for myself..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Zhang Xuelan glanced again at the extremely handsome monk outside the window, rubbing her temples:

"Didn’t you hear Master say that the barrier is weakening? The ’Weaver’ among the four outer gods has already started to infiltrate."

The little junior brother’s expression also became slightly more serious, murmuring:

"The Weaver, cunning and sly, wields twisted wisdom and hope, roaming in knowledge... so on this journey, we just don’t read books, right?"

"Difficult."

Zhang Xuelan instructed the driver to start the car, refraining from looking at the handsome monk again, rubbing her temples:

"Every text could become a vessel for the Weaver, traces of it may be hidden in all knowledge. It is a conspirator, the god of weaving fate, perhaps there’s already elaborate setups in the Land of Great Treasure..."

The little junior brother still seemed somewhat unconvinced:

"Since Master is sending you to the Land of Great Treasure to explore secrets, there must be a reason in that."

"If anything really happens, would Master just stand by?"

Zhang Xuelan just sighed:

"That’s the problem, Master can’t leave Mount Longhu, can’t leave the Heavenly Master Hall!"

The two chatted casually, though both showed signs of concern, while on the long street.

"The Weaver?"

The handsome monk’s face flashed with confusion, is it one of the four Venerates he sensed?

Only, weaving fate, wielding twisted wisdom and hope, hidden within knowledge... how could this be powers that a Venerate-level deity could control?

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, not following the black sedan directly, but instead turned to enter a bookstore on the street.

He casually opened a thin book, dense lines of cause and effect emerged in his lowered eyes, quietly perceiving.

"Is it really?"

Zhang Fusheng was slightly surprised.

Amidst the insight into cause and effect, he clearly saw that above the words in the book were lines of shallow cause and effect, linking to some unknown place, directly pointing to a Venerate-level divine spirit!

This was very interesting.

"This universe indeed is odd, a mere Venerate, yet wielding such level of authority?"

Hidden within knowledge — no, it’s turning knowledge into an extension of itself!

"The four outer gods, if even the Weaver is like this, do the other three also wield a special authority?"

Zhang Fusheng showed a look of astonishment, this trip... wasn’t in vain indeed.

This universe is definitely not simple,

if one becomes a ’Great Divine Spirit’ here, the benefits would be terrifyingly large as well.

As thoughts spun around,

Zhang Fusheng put the book down and strode out of the bookstore, gazing at the distant car, more precisely, at the girl sitting inside it.

In his perception, that girl did not fit in with this world— she was an outsider.

Not a creature native to this universe.

"An intriguing realm."

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes were calm, after pondering for a moment, he turned and walked towards Mount Longhu.

.........

"What kind of creature has intruded here?"

In the Heavenly Master Hall, the old Heavenly Master’s face was full of incredulity, he was attempting to calculate, but couldn’t see clearly at all.

"Four gods? No, no, it can’t be..."

A little child beside him stepped forward, presenting a cup of hot tea, curiously looking at the old Heavenly Master’s face full of worry,

he was somewhat puzzled.

The old Heavenly Master is the most powerful person in this world, what could worry him?

Amidst confusion, the little child spoke respectfully:

"Heavenly Master, there are leaders from seven countries who wish to visit, they have already sent invitations."

The old Heavenly Master came back to his senses, still frowning, waved his hand:

"Do not see them."

The little child hesitated for a moment, still saying:

"It’s the seven great countries..."

The old Heavenly Master gave the child a gentle flick on the head, his frown relaxed, and he said with a smile:

"Whether it’s the seven great countries or some distant relatives, not seeing means not seeing, lead them to have a meal on the mountain, watch the younger generation practice martial arts, and then send them back."

"Okay!"

The little child held his head in his hands, tears welling up, wincing in pain, uneasily shifting his position:

"But Heavenly Master, won’t they get angry when they return? What if they cut our subsidies, will we not be able to eat meat every meal?"

The old Heavenly Master’s mouth twitched, feeling an urge to spank the little chatterbox on the butt a couple of times,

he huffed and glared:

"Enough, where does all this nonsense come from? You want meat every meal... having meat to eat is good enough! Look at the Buddhist Sect, they forbid meat, I should send you to Shaolin for a couple of months!"

"Tch."

The little child spoke with disdain:

"You don’t understand? Shaolin, Shaolin, secretly, they indulge in both smoke and wine, let alone meat, even women, the big monks keep plenty of..."