Chapter 494: Chapter 328: Trading the Northern Emperor, Westward to Seize the Scriptures!

(Merging two into one, missing words will be counted as taking leave to sort out the state, a Chapter will be added on Wednesday) 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Ten thousand miles underground, within the illusionary canopy formed by interwoven arrays.

The great sun blazes, the stars of the heavens twinkle, storms swirl,

then in the midst of the sky.

It seems there is a river, a river apparently confined within a thousand-mile canopy, yet within sight, infinitely broad and infinitely long.

The river is composed of countless threads, but the appearance of the threads is not clear. Upstream of the river, there seems to be palaces,

and in the blurred, illusionary great river, there is a Profound Yellow Waterfall surging upwards, far above the river, supporting a palace—the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Most people do not know what river this is.

But some do know.

"Time, the years, history...."

Li Xiuyuan murmured, with the purest, uncontrollable dread on his face.

Beside him, Cui Linglong softly asked:

"What do you mean?"

Li Xiuyuan remained dazed, responding instinctively:

"I once gazed upon this river when observing the Daluo Domain, in the year I sought to testify to the Daluo Fruit Position, briefly raising my head from the river."

"This is the river of time, the years, and history. Within it lies the ancient past and present, all timelines, all branches, and main trunks..."

He swallowed hard,

and trembled, saying,

"The Eight Scenery Palace soaring above the river of time... within the Taoist Palace, it must be Taiqing!!"

Cui Linglong’s head spun at the mention of the river of years and history?

"Taiqing... who is that?"

This time, Li Xiuyuan did not respond directly but muttered softly:

"Taiqing is Taiqing, words cannot describe its grandeur, cannot be fully seen, cannot be fully imagined, cannot be fully comprehended."

"Speak less, think less, see less."

As these words fell,

in the bewildered gaze of Cui Linglong, Li Xiuyuan suddenly lay flat on the ground, burying his head in the dirt, like a trembling ostrich.

Cui Linglong was speechless for a long time.

The entire Chang’an remained mute for a long time, only a few beings whispered quietly,

some spoke of ’Master Taiqing’, and others of ’Infinite Celestial Venerate’.

Such as the True Spirit of Nezha, and also Huang Qiuxian, who followed alongside the old Governor—of course, the old Governor at this moment has already converted, and is one of the Arhats under the Buddha,

He, along with the other forty-four Arhats, were following the command of the World Venerate, hiding outside of Chang’an, quietly waiting.

But seemingly, they weren’t needed.

Meanwhile, within the Imperial Palace, before the Taiji Hall.

Li Jing was drenched in sweat, utterly speechless—the stronger one is, the more they understand the implication of the words ’Taiqing’.

Even the Northern Emperor could only raise his head and gaze respectfully.

The blurred river in the sky was unclear, yet the Eight Sceneries Taoist Palace above the river had its doors wide open.

Chaotic Qi was slowly flowing out from it, down the eighty-one white jade steps, hanging downward to form a chaotic waterfall,

as for the scenery within the Taoist Palace?

Ethereal and dim.

What the eyes could see, nothing existed.

Just an infinitely vast and profound darkness.

For a long, long time.

The Northern Emperor silently saluted the celestial Taoist Palace, without a shadow of doubt—the blurred river, although its countless threads were unseen,

was undoubtedly the river of years!

Only one who could observe the full view of the river of years could be Daluo—those below Daluo who had never seen the river of years, naturally could not create a fake one.

And...

The supreme Taoist charm upon the Eight Sceneries Palace was unmistakable.

Just as eons ago.

The Northern Emperor thought back to ages past, to the first visit to the Eight Sceneries Palace, and once again saluted that Taoist Palace,

then with great difficulty, he adjusted his head, reclaiming his gaze, looking towards the handsome young man standing silently, bearing the Wheel of the Great Dao on his back.

Another long silence.

"Fellow Daoist has great skill." The Northern Emperor spoke hoarsely: "But, I do not understand, how could Taoist Friend Taiqing personally arrive in this epoch?"

As the first of the Daluo, one of the Six Imperial Lords of the Celestial Court, and also one of the oldest beings,

though the Northern Emperor was not Supreme, he could still converse as equals with many Supremes—even though in a fleeting, long-erased historical line, he was once the son of Doumu Yuanjun.

Zhang Fusheng’s expression showed no change, seemingly very calm, without a ripple,

He simply stood at the cracked doors of the Taiji Hall, amidst the scattered, collapsed Array of the Circulation, looking into the Northern Emperor’s eyes, before saying:

"As for the matter of trade, what does Fellow Daoist Northern Emperor think?"

The Northern Emperor exhaled a murky breath, no longer looking up at the Eight Sceneries Palace which surpassed the limits of ordinary beings’ thought processes,

He spoke in a deep tone:

"I am not the true self, have nothing to exchange with Fellow Daoist Fusheng."

"Therefore—what exactly do you want, fellow Daoist?"

Upon hearing the Northern Emperor’s question, Zhang Fusheng showed a profound smile on his face—he himself didn’t know what he should want.

Hence.

"The Ziwei Emperor’s Robe, plus that sword, and these remaining twenty-four plates of Peaches of Immortality, I could also spare half."

"So, Fellow Daoist Northern Emperor, what do you think is the worth of these to you now?"

The Northern Emperor’s eyelid twitched, what does it mean to ’spare half’??

Are these not all mine?!

He felt a toothache, suddenly certain that this Fellow Daoist Fusheng’s true self from the old world likely came from the Buddhist Sect.

It’s just unknown whether under Amitabha, or Bodhi—or perhaps Buddha?

Most likely Buddha.

The reason is quite simple, such a shameless person fits the style of the Western teachings.....everything, and all beings,

once in their territory, with their eyes closed, all inexplicably belong to them directly!